Thanks for the offer, brah. Yeah, I'm definitely planning on getting back to CO sometime in the near-future. And, haha, yeah, that was a pretty crazy night!

Just read you got married. Had to laugh my ass off for real. Epic shit.

Yeah, it was a crazy weekend. Perfect way to culminate this equally crazy summer! Haha.

When I read your last post...

...I nearly threw up all over my keyboard. God damn.

I have been researching the Nevada law. You can get an annulment and you have strong grounds. To hire a proficient attorney and court costs your looking at around a G. With a bit of luck you can put this behind you in a few weeks and it's like it never happened.

Right now I feel like a kid who has been told Santa isn't real. You were once a pua God! My, Oh my, how the mighty have fallen. lol.

You have a form of oneitis. I've seen this girl slowly corrupt you. It saddens I, greatly.

When you went up to the top of the mountain and shared a romantic moment...it scared me. When you decided to go on a road trip with her...it scared me. When you declared you were 'exclusive'...it scared me. When you told me you married her...a piece of me died.

I just feel numb.

Keep her sweet for now, so she signs the papers and gives you no aggro. After that, for the love of God, please cut her from your life.

You have a gift. A talent for game. Your a sick man, you know this. And all of your readers/fans know this. pFAC is killing your game. I would even go a step further and say your reliance on your rotation is killing your game. You can say that it's just a joke, you have no feelings for pFAC, blah blah blah. But you clearly do. I'm not saying you want to spend the rest of your life with her but you definitely have a strong emotional connection with her.

So again, I implore you to cut her from your life. Game new girls. I know you won't listen to this advice and you probably think this is just crazy talk. But I honestly think it is the best thing for you to do.

You have given me some great advice in recent times and I merely hope to return the favor.

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Friday, July 4, 2014
pFAc and I got married on the fucking Fourth of July (as it was around 8 a.m. in the morning when it happened). How goddamn gangster is that? As I mentioned, we ended up getting back to the hotel around 10 in the morning or so and cuddled the fuck out. This is gonna be a tough FR to write as I spent most of the day blacked out. Here goes though.

America Ferrera and pFAc's "best friend" woke up first and started talking about going out for breakfast. It was around noon. pFAc and I got up, washed our faces, and headed out. We all went to some restaurant. I don't remember shit really because, as soon as I had woken up, I poured the rest of the vodka from last night into a water bottle and added cranberry juice. I was still drunk from the night before, and by the time we got to the restaurant, I was completely fucking faded. I didn't get anything to eat because I like to look good when I go out, and I look best when I'm a little famined. The other fools ate. I continued to just sit at the table and take swigs from my bottle. I was going mad man again, saying whatever the fuck popped into my head.

Apparently pFAc and I went back to the hotel after breakfast and took a nap. The next thing I remember was being woken up by America Ferrera and pFAc's "best friend" around 6 p.m. We got up again and all started drinking. Now, I should mention that the inevitable happened: pFAc somewhat started showing that typical friendly affection to her "best friend". She was beginning to get drunk as fuck. First of all, while dude was lying down in his bed, pFAc lay beside him and put her head on him for a good five seconds. She also said later on that his shirt was cute. I don't wanna sound bitchmade, but I actually don't like shit like that, especially considering the girl and I just got married. I didn't acknowledge it obviously because I wasn't gonna make shit awkward and have both her and him think I'm AFC as fuck, even though they would have no idea what that shit means.

Whatever though. I seriously debated cheating on pFAc tonight. I know this "marriage" is for jokes and all, but, still, something about it, I don't want to ever be able to say that I've cheated on my wife. I don't know. I had to think on this one. If the girl weren't my wife--if we just had some bullshit discussion about being exclusive or even being girlfriend/boyfriend--yeah, you better believe I'd be cheating like a motherfucker. I have no issue cheating on girlfriends (so long as I can tell it's nothing extraordinary--i.e., like I could actually see myself marrying her for real one day). I actually enjoy cheating. But, as I said, I just can't accept it to say that I've cheated on my wife, even though it's all fake.

We all went out after a while. I was belligerent. pFAc's "best friend" bounced to go meet his cousin somewhere. I was with pFAc and America Ferrera. We ended up getting dinner at this nice-ass restaurant. We were gonna go to some club. I think it was Light, but the line was ridiculous. And the girls didn't want to wait. I wanted to game as fuck, but I just could not allow myself to cheat, brahs. Gah, you see, VP does have some morals!

After dinner, the three of us went to meet up with pFAc's "best friend" and his cousin. I can't remember which hotel they were at. I remember the "best friend" said he madeout with some girl. I guess the dude's got a tinge of game. I didn't like that shit. Not that I felt threatened in the typical manner. I don't really ever feel threatened by any guy. The chances of running into a dude who can outgame me first of all are low as fuck, and even if I were to ever get outgamed--what the fuck would that matter? It's not like every girl is irreplaceable. But this was a particular case obviously. For one thing, homeboy is her best friend. For another thing, I'm fucking married to her! It wouldn't particularly bother me if she were to, say, cheat while we're married, but it would be a fucked up thing to do. If I'm not even willing to do something, then you have to know it's completely fucked up. I just don't trust homeboy or pFAc. I don't trust any dude who's not one of my homies, and I don't trust any girl in general.

But whatever, of course nothing happened. Maybe I was just tripping out. Around 1 in the morning, pFAc, America Ferrera, and I got a cab back to our hotel. The three of us fell asleep in the same bed.

Overall day: picked up on a hint of friendly affection between pFAc and her best friend. I don't like that girls always do that stupid shit. It's one of the reasons I vouch for heartlessness in game. I can't force myself to game while I'm married to pFAc. You'll see in tomorrow's FR that I tripped out a little more. I don't like that shit, but I feel I have reason for doing it given the circumstance of our current relationship. Goddamn! WE'RE FUCKING MARRIED! I haven't banged pFAc or anything else for a number of days because she's been on her period and I haven't gotten an opportunity to game anything else. I've noticed myself to be a lot more aggressive when I'm gone a few days without bussin' da nut. I think that's why I was tripping out in Detroit those two nights. You'll see what I mean somewhat when I post my FR for tomorrow (Saturday, the 5th). I was extremely drunk tonight. So drunk in fact that I didn't even realize it was the Fourth of July. Lol. At the end of the night, I told pFAc I was excited for the Fourth of July the next day. She informed me that the Fourth of July had already happened. Goddamn it! I was able to somewhat remember seeing fireworks from the Strip though. Stay tuned to tomorrow's FR, brahs. I wanna lay some knowledge and touch up on some very common themes in game, which relate more to the relationship aspects. I don't know if I'll have time to fully elaborate, but I'll do my best to explain everything.

Lol what the fuck? This FR series is gold man, it doesn't fail to constantly surprise me

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Snow, thanks for the reply, man. Yeah, I can honestly admit that this was the craziest shit I've ever done. And this isn't even game. It merely was an act of drunken craziness. Haha. pFAc and I agreed on what we were going to do before getting hitched, and we're in the process of figuring everything out now.

I know it seems like I've stepped out of game for the past few weeks, and, in a way, I somewhat have. But I assure you it's not because of a case of oneitis. I will admit that I have an emotional connection with pFAc, and she was obviously my favorite regular. I don't even know if I have any more regulars at this point because several of them moved and I've been gone so long and haven't talked to the others in a while. I have been careful to avoid oneitis with pFAc though. Of course, it's different now because we spent every second together for the past 18 days, and when you spend that much time with anyone you get used to that person. As I wrote, I won't game while I'm married to pFAc, but I assure you there will be plenty of game to be had in the near-future.

Though I don't have oneitis at this point, I am very cautious to avoid allowing myself to develop a case, especially since it could easily happen to an inexperienced player: I spent so much time with pFAc and shared an epic adventure with her. Something like that develops deep emotional connections, I'm aware of that. And considering I got so used to being on the road and constantly doing fun, exciting things, coming back home and settling back into the normal rut of things is going to appear boring and flat and, therefore, take some time to naturally occur. It's like a form of homesickness after being on the road that long. The road becomes your home.

Because of past experiences though, I'm equipped to handle whatever happens with pFAc. I've already put some precautions in place, like limiting my interactions with her and branching out to other girls (Harmless talking isn't cheating.). I know the biggest key to avoid oneitis is to have multiple girls at once, which I won't have while I'm with her. When you have so many, you don't even think about any one in particular so not having any other than my WIFE will make things stickier.

Regardless of whatever pans out with pFAc, I haven't decided if I'll cut her out of my life for good. At this point, I wouldn't. But that's because she's harmless. I don't feel threatened by my emotional connection with her. I don't feel the need to spend time with her. I didn't hike that mountain with her because I wanted her affection. I didn't become exclusive with her for that reason either (I actually never meant it when I agreed to be exclusive with her. I tried to makeout with Day Three chick merely two hours after declaring my exclusivity.) I don't have to believe she's exclusive either. I really don't care if she is or isn't as I didn't with any of my girls before her. I'm not going anywhere.

I'll be back, don't worry. This is all part of life's adventure.

Thanks for the reply again. Always good to hear from you, brah.

Saturday, July 5, 2014
So I don't think I'll have time to go into everything as I wanted to in yesterday's FR. I also don't really want to discuss everything in too much detail because I find it's best to force yourself not to get too caught up to ever really care about anything. But what happened today, was we all woke up around noon. pFAc, America Ferrera, and I had slept like 11 hours. The two of them started drinking, and then we went downstairs to the casino. They wanted to gamble. I couldn't even sit at the table because I currently have a temporary paper ID until my permanent one comes in the mail in a few days. They went to the slots. I left because I wanted to walk around on my own and because I wasn't even about to act clingy and hang around when I wasn't participating in the gambling. (I've never gambled btw.)

After a while, I went back to the casino with them and started drinking. Then pFAc and I went to eat lunch at Margaritaville. It was really good. I once again felt like I was living like a pimp. When you really take the time to analyze it, I do live like a fucking pimp. I'm constantly doing something, going out to eat, going out partying, hanging out with girls. I'm boss, though it may seem like I haven't lived the most extravagantly in terms of game for the past month or so. But I have still been living extravagantly in general, let me assure you.

After lunch, we met up with America Ferrara at the hotel. Then pFAc's "best friend" and his cousin came up. We all drank and hungout. pFAc started to get drunk after a while. Then I noticed she was talking almost exclusively with her "best friend". Several times when I started to talk to her, she even put up her finger and continued talking with homeboy before turning to me. Whoa. At one point, she also mentioned some sort of scandal involving her younger sister. I think she had gotten preggo or something. She talked with homie about it. I wanted to test that shit so I asked what was the story, and she told me she didn't want to talk about it. Whoa! Then I noticed she was standing so close to homie as he sat on the bed that their legs were touching. WHOA! Finally--and this is where I got really pissed--I peeped the two of them speaking very quietly together and very close together. I was sitting about two feet away on the other mattress, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Shit didn't feel right. And to me, it almost sounded like pFAc whispered something like, "Tonight?" to which homeboy replied, "Send [VP] home." WHOAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't know if this is what I heard for sure. I was drunk and may have been tripping/overreacting. But I know the shit fucking bothered me so I called Enso and went out into the hallway to talk.

After a few minutes of being on the phone, sure enough, pFAc and "best friend" come out into the hallway and get into the elevator. I swore I almost even saw her grab dude's hand and pull him in, but again I couldn't see for sure. I was too far away. I told Enso on the phone, "Yo, what the fuck?!" I blitzed down the hallway and got another elevator to the casino downstairs. I didn't see them anywhere though.

I went back up to the room after looking around for a minute and asked where pFAc was. Homie's cousin said she went with "best friend" to get the pizza. (Everyone had ordered a pizza earlier.) Maybe I was tripping. Maybe I was slipping. I just commented on Tr@v's FR thread that relationships are not worthy of tripping. But I am bound to this girl, at least for a little while, while we are FUCKING MARRIED. Therefore I feel I'm allowed to trip a little.

I went back in the hallway and talked to Enso about everything that had just happened. I went into the room a few minutes later, and pFAc and "best friend" were in there alone, fucking in my goddamn bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just kidding.

Lol! No, but what really happened when I got back in there, was that they were all back and the pizza really was there. I could have just been tripping out. I don't know. I can't say for sure, and I definitely do NOT trust pFAc when she's drunk as I don't trust any girl who's been drinking so I can't say for sure.

Anyway I was quiet as fuck the rest of the night. I was upset with pFAc and didn't particularly want to talk to her. I told Enso on the phone that I was gonna cheat on her in front of her face, but, after I chilled out for a minute, I couldn't force myself to do it. We all got ready and went out to some nightclub. I don't know which one it was because I was so shitfaced. I almost fought some dude at the bar when I went up because he said I cut his girl and his friends. I haven't busted in days and I was pissed so I was aggressive tonight. I told him I didn't give a fuck, and, when somebody put their hand on my shoulder, I swatted that shit off and told the motherfucker not to touch me. When I turned around, I saw that it was pFAc trying to pull me back. I apologized. I didn't know it was her. The bartender gave me a free shot to diffuse that shit and homies and I walked in opposite directions.

A little while later, I threw up in the bathroom. I went outside and pFAc had bought us drinks. I kept downing them. Dangerous shit. She didn't know I had thrown up. We went to the patio and I continued to make fun of several fat girls who were dancing with America Ferrera just to be an ass. pFAc kept pleading with me to stop being mean. The fat girls started dancing with three dudes who I guess America Ferrera knows. I peeped one of the homies, this stunted-growth motherfucker, try to talk to pFAc once or twice. pFAc turned to him each time and laughed at whatever he was saying. She told me he was gay and that there was nothing to worry about. He did look and seem gay, but I wasn't gonna fuck with that shit anyway. I grabbed pFAc's hand and drug her inside to dance.

We went outside after a while because she wanted to talk to me about what was wrong with me. I didn't want to talk, but I finally confessed mad beta (Sorry, homies.) that I had overheard her speaking with her "best friend" about some shit and that I swore homeboy said to send me home. She said she had no idea what I was talking about, and I asked her if she had ever hooked up with dude. She said she had absolutely never done anything with him nor has she ever found him attractive. You guys know I don't fully trust any of it, but whatever. You put that shit out of mind, and after a while nothing bothers you.

At some point, she asked how many girls I have had sex with. She's asked this several times before, and each time I have always deflected answering. Maybe it was because I was mad and wanted to hurt her by telling her my number, maybe it was because I felt I should be honest with her since we were married, but I told her my number, which is somewhat high but not nearly as high as some players I know (my number is below 40). pFAc freaked the fuck out, said I was disgusting, and almost cried. I told her what the fuck, it wasn't like I banged so many chicks when I knew her , resorting to that typical bullshit any slut will drop on you when you bring up her fucked up past. It's bad. I've never been on the other end of it until recently. In the past, I was the one who tripped about girls for being "slutty" before me. Now I'm an animal, so much so that even girls who a lot of dudes would classify as sluts (ahem, Splits) can't even comprehend my sluttiness. I've outslutted most sluts there are. But pFAc continued to be fucked up. She gets a little fucked up, the shit she says, when she's been drinking. I would never be verbally mean to a girl, I don't care how pissed I was. pFAc said, "Oh, well, it's a good thing my ex-boyfriend just added me on Instagram." I literally said out loud, "Whoa." As soon as she said it, I wanted to fucking pull her back inside to where her friends were, grab the first girl I saw, and makeout as fuck with her in front of all of them. I wanted to tell her about the middleman kiss I laid on her ass as she was buying me a beer out of the kindness in her heart a few months ago. I wanted to tell her that I fucked multiple girls minutes before having her come over and that I never showered or brushed my teeth in between. But I didn't want to be mean. And the PUA in me kicked back in and told me not to care about anything, not to say anything detrimental; that, by doing so, it would have been a sign of betaness, that burning a bridge with her or ANY girl for ANY reason would have been and is usually a bad, bad idea. I was pissed, yes, but I couldn't force myself to be too mad at her. It's not that I've gone soft. It's not that I've gone beta or AFC. It's that I married her, for fuck's sake. As soon as everything is figured out, trust me, I'm going ham as fuck on her with other girls purely because she said that one sentence, purely because I didn't trust her when she said she never hooked up with "best friend" homie. But while I'm married to her, I can't do it. I respect it too much.

We walked back to the hotel, hand-in-hand still (for whatever reason), quiet as fuck. I refused to talk with her the rest of the night. When we got back, everybody else was already there. I wanted to see if pFAc would do something fucked up like climb into homie's bed. I wouldn't put it past her at that point. But she never did. She got into bed with me at the end of the night. I didn't cuddle her. We fell asleep.

Overall day: still no game. Had somewhat of an argument with pFAc. I don't like it when she drinks. Gah, I sound so bitchmade.

Yeah let it cool off. She will cool down, because she likes you. Don't know how much of a connection you guys have, but if it is strong she should calm down. As for her doing her best friend, just take it at face value. She probably didn't. I too have fucking trust issues, I know the feelings that go through you, but seriously, don't fucking go down that road. Try keep your head straight. It's difficult but possible.

Haha. Thanks, dude. I try to keep it entertaining.

Dude do you have a job?

Yo man, no, I don't. In med school, hardly anyone works because we're so busy.

Haha ok cool. How the hell you payin for all dis shiiiit?

Haha. I saved up a bit in undergrad, and we get a fair amount for travel expenses during med school.

Sunday, July 6, 2014
Woke up before checkout time and packed everything up. Everyone wanted to get tacos at some famous Vegas taco shop. I didn't want to eat any. I wouldn't talk to pFAc because of the way she behaved last night. "Best friend" and I copped 40s and downed those motherfuckers in addition to several shots on the way out of Vegas. I wanted to be fucked up during the car ride. I still held pFAc's hand during the drive, and, about 45 minutes into it, we started talking again. She apologized and said she was drunk last night, that she just said that shit to try to hurt me. Not a very good excuse, but whatever. I'm not a very sensitive person so I don't really take offense in anything. I'll leave taking offense to dudes who are less experienced. Just be careful. That's really all that matters, if anything does at all.

I was being rude in a playful manner with pFAc all day, making fun of her, saying her sister was way hotter than her when she showed me pictures. It was the least I could do for her having been fucked up the night before.

We got back home, and pFAc and I went to meet up with Enso, Raymond, and a few other people they're hanging out with now. Not really much happened. Enso took me and pFAc to my parents' house so we could pick up my car, then pFAc and I drove to her place. She drove me home in my car (because I was a little drunk and couldn't drive) and took it back to her place.

I talked to her on the phone for maybe 45 minutes before going to sleep. Not really my style, but fuck it. We're married so we can make an exception.

Overall day: got home from Vegas. The "trip" is officially ended. Sad to be back home. After traveling for 33 days and being on a constant high, it's going to take some time to get used to everything again. It would be a lot easier if I could fucking game and just have fun with new chicks. It's been so long since I've gamed anything new. Gah! I bet my FRs seem weird these days. No more makeouts, day twos, new girls. I'll be back at it soon enough. Rest assured. If any of you guys have ever traveled for an extended period of time, I'm sure you understand what I mean when I write how awesome it is to be on the road. If only I wouldn't have been with a regular almost the entire trip, there could have been so much game. I'll give a writeup of different American cities and what I make of them in terms of game sometime soon. Stay on the lookout.