I have an FR I wrote up a year ago but due to its graphic nature and the drama it caused with my personal life, I had to remove it from the interwebz.
Cliffnotes are:
-A Foreign land
-Infidelity
-Me + Incest

Guess why it was so controversial...

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Breakup Recovery


"Her: I don’t think I’m going to have any children for a while.
Me: Well if you ever need my sperm I’d be happy to give it to you
*Rubs her tummy
Me: Soon this will be swollen with my seed."

Good lord what an intense week. I need to get this shit down in writing otherwise important details are going to be lost to the winds of time. The main theme of my life thus far has been centered around getting over my breakup with my girlfriend. Self-medicating myself through sarging, I will start by saying, sarging hasn’t nesecarily been living up to its reputation as the cure for emotional problems. If youv’e ever heard the old PUA axiom to get over a girl, GF10OW, also known as ‘Go Fuck 10 other woman’, my current experience so far has proved otherwise. This is supposedly a method to remove your ex’s status as the special snowflake but all I feel is temporary numbing; I know I just need time.

I’ll start with when I got back from my holidays in Phillipines and Hong Kong. My ex and I agreed to meet up one last time to say goodbye (the read between the lines text is ‘I just wanted to fuck her one last time’). I didn’t specify where or when we would meet up, I just said I would see her. So as soon as I got off the plane, I went to her house by jumping over the gate of her building and knocking on her door. She opens the door and to her berwilderment; she sees me standing there. She had mascara drooling over her cheekbones and was dressed in pajamas: it was 2 oclock in the afternoon. I invited myself in without saying a word and plopped down on her couch. As she sat down next to me, she asked, “so how was your trip?”. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at her deeply. I then grab her and start making out with her. We do this for a while until she starts to burst out crying. I console her for a while and end up having sex with her. Then for the next 6 hours I watch her cry; it was literally one of the most emotionally traumatizing things I have witnessed. I never want to see someone cry like that again. It was clear that our break up had clearly affected her far deeply than I and that my moping around in a fit of sadness for a full week was by comparison; getting off easy.
I wrote her a letter on the flight back to Sydney and left it on her coffee table. I probably shouldn’t repeat what I said.

Ever since that day I’ve been keeping tabs on her because she has become a completly depressed while I on the otherhand have been greatly impacted by the situation.

Coming back from Hong Kong on my plane I knew that this meetup would cause me a great deal of distress which is why i decided to butress my emotional sanity on the meetup I had arranged with one of her female friends. This is the girl who I had originally been going for at the night of my friends party where I met my gf. We madeout and I knew she had a thing for me whenever me and my gf would meet with her, but she had been acting very differently. We walked around and around, going to clubs and bars (my usually instant date/day 2 routine) but all attempts to escalate where compellty quelled by her consious effort. Multiple attempts to make out with her and a variance of other escalation manouvers where quickly put down. I was surprised at first. The basis of my assumption for her wanting to hang out with me right after my publiscized break up was to ‘hang out’ (you know) but a later epiphany of mine that I had not had the clarity to see before was that she was in fact just staying faithful to her friend by not being a dog-eat-dog hoe. Why she came out with me though; I am still puzzled. I walked her back to her house where I invited myself up to borrow a shirt. She wouldn’t let me in though so we had a very awkward goodbye.

The next day was Saturday and tonight was the night of Bannas 2nd day of bootcamp. We had all arranged to hit up Ivy and compeltly blast it to peices with open after open. It had been a long while since I had put myself into the ‘burn the venue to the ground’ mindset but this is just what I needed to distract me from the events that have taken place. We were opening sets up and down the place where I hook some japanese girls. Nothing really eventuates but we become friendly enough with eachother for me to hangout with them whenever I’m not in set.
This night was hilarious; OBVIOUSLY NOT AT THE TIME BECAUSE I GOT PUNKED LIEK A LITTLE PUNK BITCH!!! hahah. What happend was I had snagged up this cute 30 year old Japanese woman and was making out with her within a few minutes. Great! I told myself; I am continuing on in my great PUA circle of life. After a little while though somethign weird as shit happend. All of a sudden, she dropped her arms that where around my waist, did a big wave to some unknown figure behind me and then…

GONE!

I turn around and I see some Italian schlep on her face like its made of pizza. FUCK! To be honest I was to shocked to take action because this has NEVER happend to me before.
Is it her boyfriend?
Good friend?
A random person and I had jsut been Amoged the fuck out? All I know is that she complied with it so I didn’t really know what to do but to stand there zombielike as if my sensory neurons had decided to all go on bathroom break.

“Ok! Straighten up little soldier!” I got upstairs to my friends where Dim and Starry where in set. I then see a fairly cute asian girl on her own which generally is always a too good to be true sign especially i na club like Ivy.
“Do it!”

In to set I go. Its going well, and where kinoing and shit but this guy comes out of the bathroom and interupts the set. I thought I recognized the typical boyfriend scenareo so I say, “Hi I’m Goundy, I’m just going around socializing”. But the response I was expectign was different. He was clearly the gay best friend or chode best friend. He asks me if I want to go dance with them, “Sure”. So we go down to the dance floor where I quickly seperate the girl and makeout with her. Again, YAY! We do this for a while but again…

the punking continues…

Me:”You are so hot, who is the lucky guy *kissed her hand playfully*”
Her: Here

Some Asian dude with his back to us the whole time grabs her waste into him and starts to makeout with her. I was aware that these were her friends but I thought they where all dumb chodes! Now I was the dumb chode standing there aghast.

The night continues on with more sets here and there but nothing eventful happening.

I continue to sarge everyday from then on with nothing majorly eventful happening with the exception of sarging a girl who was in a demonstration of femminist rights.

‘Scrag Hour’: where its late in the night and every last scrag on the street must be opened.

Tuesday:

I’ve had some massive epiphanies this day and the previous day (which I will lenghtily elabortate in the next post) that has skyrocketed my game to an amazing level. I briefly meet with Phisker and Shipit and then start to build momentum for our night of sarging at the cross. I hit up sets unapologetically on George Street so by the time we hit up our venue in the cross, I was ready for action. The three of us are opening sets left right and centre and are going fairly manic. But the real game changer of the night was when I saw a super cute Asian girl who had 2 guys with her.

Phisker: I know you where looking at her, go do it.
Me: But she with those guys, Im scared
Phisker: Do it. Give me your wallet!
Me: ???
Phisker: Give me your wallet!!!!!!!!!!
Me: FUCK!!!!!!!!

I launch my wallet out of my pocket at him and throw myself at the three set compeltly ignorign the guys, I take her hand and pull her in:

Me: Who are you.

Clearly very attracted but she gestures to one of the guys whos attention was consumed in his call for the bartender. I harp on with friendly conversation and eject. Yes I ejected but the act itself was an important proponent of building moment and it made me feel GREAT!

I was in set with this hot French Canadian and we were talking about having children. I remember hearing this funny ass line on an RSD free tour video and I was depseratly looking for an outlet to say it.

Her: I don’t think I’m going to have any children for a while.
Me: Well if you ever need my sperm I’d be happy to give it to you
*Rubs her tummy
Me: Soon this will be swollen with my seed.

She laughs hysterically, while I try disguise how amused I am.

So I continue getting social and hitting set everywhere. I use my usuall club opener of “Hey guys! I am the next douchebag of the night!” on a group of girls dressed up for halloween. I sit down; they hate me. All except for one. There where 6 people in set, 5 of which where British tourists then lo and behold and Japanese stunner who was sitting on the edge of her seat with giant anime eyes. It was worth the plow. Those whiny poms hated my guts but it was worth it as I yanked the Jap chick away from her friends and amde out with her. The only caveat in this situation is that its only 11:00pm and shes already wasted. I continue on and make the mistake of buying her and myself a drink. This further titilates her and makes her more obnoxious and unreceptive. I pull her around the club making out with her, getting pictures when her asshole pom friends come up:

“STOP TAKING HER AWAY FROM US!”

She yanks up the jap and she obediently follows her friends. Right now I believe that the chance for a pull or anything escalting is dim but I decided to be in this for the learning experience and jsut follow the group. I stay with the gorup jsut grinding with the Jap girl while they talk about mudnayne topics such as how Australia isn’t as nice as they thought. Phisker and Shipit where trying all night to isolate friends and despite Shipit, amazingly enough, making out with one of them, these girls where just made of ice and nothing could penetrate there bitch shields. So I’m stuck trying to pull this hot ass Jap girl from her friends who where acting like a quagmire for logistics. I knew there was no chance and the girl was further loosign attracting because of the fact I’m following the group around like a dog on a leesh. She becomes more irratable and starts slapping me and swearing at me. She had so much to drink and is going to the bathroom to vommit profusely so as you can imagine, I’m getting quite pissed off. I’ve never had to deal with this kind of obnoxiousness but I decided its time I would learn. I’m watching Phisker and Shipit having fun in there set while I’m chained down to this outrageous jap girl and her bitch friends acting as her jailor. Around this time, the girl was so drunk she couldn’t even raise her head so it was time to eject.

I leave the set to converse with my friends and open up a chain of sets. One was a hot nerdy chinese girl who I had isolated from her friends. We makeout and I pull her around escalating but she had to go so I walked her our, alluded to a day 2 and got her number.

It was about 2am and the night was feeling over but I could feel the momentum that had been built up looking for an outlet. I see one of my new wings i had met earlier open a 2 set. The girl he was talking to was quite hot while the other one wasn’t so much so. She looked liek she was ready to cockblock him so in I go.

*Claw

At this stage where the momentum is highest, you have so much narcistic self love, it feels like your telepathically jacking your self off to your own image. Anything I said to her was basically drivel, garbage. But it sounded so good.

Her: Your too arrogant to be 18, I don’t believe you.

I seriously don’t remeber what I was saying and if I did, repeating it would be insanly out of context. Just imagine anything said by the love child of Charlie Sheen, Saddam Hussein, Donald Trump and a rainbow unicorn. I’m sure I sounded something like that.

We pull the girls to a nearby club, where things quickly escalate physically. It is a getting very late and chicks who stick around are only here to be pulled. Shipit who wasn’t in set at the time reffered to it as ‘Scrag Hour’: where its late in the night and every last scrag on the street must be opened… He proceeds to do so.

After 30 minutes the girl tells me we are going to go back to her friends house. To easy. We find her friend who is literally opening guys looking for a dude to fuck. Me and the girl know we are already going to fuck eachother so we tolerate the friends antics of sifting the bar for potential guys. This goes on for a while until she finally finds some giant german dude and we all get into a cab and go to her house. The girl and I isolated ourselves in the loungeroom and fucked… but only for 3 minutes…
It was only at this stage I realized how unattracted I was to her. I didn’t find her very arousing so I completly lost wood. I got her to suck it back to length but as soon as I put it in it went dead again. The combination of unatractive girl, tiny fucking couch to fuck on and the possibility of 2 alcoholic drinks that night resulted in me licking her out for 10 minutes so she didn’t get pissed. She seemed satisfied enough (obviously still pissed) and passed out. I listened to her snore for 3 hours, woke up went to the trainstation together, didn’t exchange contact details, and departed.

Cool, fun, interesting, bad sex is the way i would describe that night.

I slept in for a verrry long time. When I woke up, I went to some VIP event in some club in the cross with one of my sarger friends. I kick into routine and hit up all the mixed sets in the venue just to keep the macro momentum going but with no intention of getting anything genuine. I do however hook a hot asian coorperate looking chick. We converse on an intellectual level for about an hour and leave with eachother at the end of the night. I allude to a day 2, grab her nubmer and leave. I was tired as fuck but my friend kept on pushing me to hit up sets on the street that night. I did some more, went home, passed out.

Friday.
Completly out of the blue as I’m ready for another night of sarging, that hot nerd Chinese girl I met at World Bar on Tuesday hits me back. So we meetup. Any girl who I have ever instant dated or day 2ed knows they are going to get a fuckload of excersize lol. Because I don’t pay for shit, the date always consists of walking around everwhere for the sake of it. I do this but decided to pull her to Hugos in the cross to makeout with her. Theres a really awesome gay club on Oxford street I’m telling her about and we opt to go there. Frankly I love gay bars/clubs to death. I make this little speach to anyone who cares to listen to me on this subject in real life and it goes like this. Gay people are happier than straight people because they live in sexual abundance. Like all they have to do is approach another gay person and say “I’m gay too, I know a great sauna we can go to”. Or they can just put there dick in a wall and there will be some dude on the other end to suck it. On the otherhand, 99% of straight men are sexually frustrated because of living in scarcity of woman. This manifests itself in egoic wants and desires such as getting jacked, making money etc. But the result of this is the typical ‘douchebag’ who lives out his life in a dumb rat race which makes him insecure about himself and forces himself to prove himself at every opportunity (all in a misguided attempt to get laid). This is why if you go to a club like Ivy, you see dozens of buffed juiceheads ‘mean-mugging’ everyone and looking tough. All this could be solved if they lived in sexual abundance like gay people.

Just my 2 cents.

Anyway we hit up the gay club, where we jsut keep making otu and escalting. It was allot of fun for us.

…However out of NOWHERE my Ex-girlfriends good friends who I am well aquainted with comes to greet me while I’m making out with my girl. They take turns hugging me while I stand there feeling guilty for no reason. They didn’t act judgmental or anything, jsut happy to see me but I couldn’t hide the frightended look on my face and I felt petrified. I can’t understand why; we where no longer together but the way we talk to eachother over text, it really does feel like we are together still and I had been caught doing something bad. Reality still hasn’t caught up with me :S.
They leave unaware of the distress I had just recieved and my girl continues dancing up and down on me unaware also. She has to go home because she has work in a few hours so I try for the pull and walk her back. She however lives with liek 10 other people so all bets are off and I arrange to drive her to my house to “watch a movie” ;P the following day (today).

Thats it so far. I think this is the longest post I have done so please excuse me if the articulatness isn’t up to par on usual as it has just occured to me that writing for longer than an hour really stifles creativity. I’m going to make two other posts soon that I really wanted to talk about. One is about my major epiphanies I;ve had that have absolutly blasted my game through the stratosphere and the other about the reality of my game and the fact I really am not that good. I know the two kind of seem like they contradict eachother but you will see where I’m going with this.

K off to sarge, cya.

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LMR!!!! ARGHHHH

“This led me to leaping off her, throwing my blinds open exposing our bodies to the stark sunlight and going onto my computer playing ‘robot Rainbow Unicorn’ for 10 minutes”

Everyday is getting stranger. I really havn’t felt like a mentally sound human being in the past month. I’ll elborate later. Here is some cool shit that happend.

Last Saturday at Soho I was making out with a chick and was later licking the stamp off her wrist so the bitch couldn’t get back in the club.

I’ve also been opening allot of sets with:
Me: Hey, want to join my cult?
Girl: ??? :S
Me: Its going to be twice as badass as the one in Guiana and I kill twice as many people.
Girl: WTF??

I’ve done this atleast 7 times and it blows so many sets but leaves me in hysterics.
Anyway, due to the tantamount emotional dramas in my life I’ve become more and more icy. A combination of intense emotional trauma, sleep deprivation and meditation has made me in to some kind wooh-wooh spiritual man. As such my game has very much changed.

Continuing on from the adventures of my last post, I’ve been going out basically everyday, doing shit loads of approaches and getting my elbows muddy as hell.
I had been day 2ing this girl called Ian who was this wierd asian nerd. I liked her and had decided to pull her. So I drive up to where she lives, pick her up and bring her to my place. At this stage of my life I have never experienced LMR, resistance or basically anyone who has no interest in sex. I experienced all three when I had her spread on my bed. It was a real pain because I plowed for three hours and anything more would have been rape (yes, every tactic, gimmik or routine thats not against the law was employed). In addition my mum kept trying to make her eat while I was dry humping her. I felt like I was going to make a breakthrough then -

mum: Your guest said she was hungry, let her eat!
me: No we ate before we got here, right Ian?!
Ian: *Already putting her clothes on*
Me: Shes not hungry!!!!! Go away!!!

I respected the fact she didn’t want to have sex – after three hours of plowing lol – mainly because I rationalized that maybe we just needed to spend more time together. So I day 2 her one more time and go again for broke. I drive her up to my place, enjoy a day at the beach for 5 hours, come back and the same problem. “No”. when this happend, I knew there is zero chance that this was going to happen so I decided to experiment, to see what would and wouldn’t work. I just did what felt natural to me and just froze her out. Not because i was pissed but because I simply wanted to ‘test the waters’ – the name of the game. This led me to leaping off her, throwing my blinds open exposing our bodies to the stark sunlight and going onto my computer playing ‘robot Rainbow Unicorn’ for 10 minutes, completly not ackknowleging her. All the while shes hearing “Harmony, harmony, ALWAYS”. In my unrelenting thirst for knowledge, I redirected my attention from the leaping unicorn to the half dressed asian woman lying in my bed.

Me: Why don’t you want to have sex.

There is no recovery, there is only one consolation prize and that is knwolege for improvment. I was hoping for an answer that would maximise my game by 100%. instead I got…

Her: Do you now why I broke up with my boyfriend?
Me: Why?

Her: He wanted to have too much sex.
Me: Its getting pretty late. You should head home now.

My handling of the situation wasn’t as adroit as I would have liked it to be. But lets backtrack for a second. If I can be obnoxiously general based on what I’ve seen from Asian porn, men from China aren’t capable of ravaging there woman, yet she claims to have had a boyfriend that was splitting her in two. IMPOSSIBLE. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. Its either that or she just doesn’t like sex and I WILL NOT EVEN ACKNOWLEGE THAT DISGUSTING IMPROBABILITY. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Now as per usual, I leave out the more essential items out of the FRs such as the 100s of mundayne apporaches, the dozens of flakey numbers, the random club makeouts etc, just to make it more reader digestible. Kind of like Ray William Johnson making it appear as if he is talking succinctly 100% of the time when it is actually possible he has asburgers and it just editing out social incongruencies.
^^
Yeh I dont know wtf that just was.

Last night was interesting. I was having one of ‘those days’. Those days for me is usually characterized by extreme social weirdness because of just not feeling it. This is work related and most importantly SLEEP related. I’ve been tired as hell! On the other hand, I was ultra motivated to get my elbows muddy and work as hard as humanly possible. I was all by myself and had to find a way to motivate myself. So I put a countdown timer for one minute and after that minute is up, it makes a duck quacking noise. I said that I would have to do an approach before the minute was up, and as soon as I was out of set the clock started again. Ofcourse I was sweating and nervous as hell. Ironcially there is nothing bad about hearing a duck quacking or my Iphone saying TIMER DONE but it for some reason provided pressure to approach and it ofcourse produced results. I did 4 within 4 minutes on my own in a very busy street (George Street at 3pm). I relaxed from there and continued to hit up sets over and over. Nothing was hooking but slowly I found I was becoming addicted to the feeling of dragging myself through the mud. It was definalty giving me a strong sense of pride. After about 14 approaches I wasn’t really going anyway but i had defiantly warmed up. Then my last approach of the night…
Fairly cute asian chick just sitting on the steps. We yammer on and on. I instant date her on my usual instant date route, go for dinner, then a bar. I then walk her home. Her house is a trek away and she suggests she jsut catches a bus. I understand the awkwardness of getting on a bus with her to ‘her’ house. After all what would the obvious premise be for that? I wonder…

SO I convince her that we will go for a scenic walk to her house. Funny thing is I added 10 minutes to the trip jsut so we could look at some trees in a park to make it a more scenic adventure, as opposed to walking alongside the traffic for AN HOUR AND 30 MINUTES which is what we did. It was a great walk, we really like eachother because we are both harcore self-amusement types and we just laughed at everything humanly imaginable. As such getting to her house by 1:30am wasn’t a big deal. Oh wait did I say her house. I meant to say the nun convent that she lived in. LOL! She boards with catholic nuns because they have a cheap room in there church dormitary place. So we sneak into her room and just continue to laugh and joke about everything. I really didn’t even care about sex at this point because we were having so much fun. Naturally though the course of our fun led to us giving eachother silly massages, then serious massages, then kissing, touching, playing, you get it. However again… LMR. She wouldn’t let me fuck her!
I expected to be mad. I really did. I walked for AGES! It was now 3:00am! I have to get up for work in 3 hours and travel all the way home! i should be pissed!! Just like I was last time.
But I wasn’t.
I look deeply into her eyes and we just continue to kiss and cuddle until morning. Reflecting on that night really got me into the perspective of the bigger picture. Is 20 minutes of ‘in-out’ activty and a 3 second orgasm better than hanging out with someone your having a blast with with and have and an amazing connection with. Obviously both is ideal, but when you have that expereince, sex just feels so secondary and outside of the egoic pickupartist fuck tally, it really doesn’t matter. I’ll defiantly see her again and weather I get laid or not I won’t really care.

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LMR!!!! ARGHHHH

“This led me to leaping off her, throwing my blinds open exposing our bodies to the stark sunlight and going onto my computer playing ‘robot Rainbow Unicorn’ for 10 minutes”

Everyday is getting stranger. I really havn’t felt like a mentally sound human being in the past month. I’ll elborate later. Here is some cool shit that happend.

Last Saturday at Soho I was making out with a chick and was later licking the stamp off her wrist so the bitch couldn’t get back in the club.

I’ve also been opening allot of sets with:
Me: Hey, want to join my cult?
Girl: ??? :S
Me: Its going to be twice as badass as the one in Guiana and I kill twice as many people.
Girl: WTF??

I’ve done this atleast 7 times and it blows so many sets but leaves me in hysterics.
Anyway, due to the tantamount emotional dramas in my life I’ve become more and more icy. A combination of intense emotional trauma, sleep deprivation and meditation has made me in to some kind wooh-wooh spiritual man. As such my game has very much changed.

Continuing on from the adventures of my last post, I’ve been going out basically everyday, doing shit loads of approaches and getting my elbows muddy as hell.
I had been day 2ing this girl called Ian who was this wierd asian nerd. I liked her and had decided to pull her. So I drive up to where she lives, pick her up and bring her to my place. At this stage of my life I have never experienced LMR, resistance or basically anyone who has no interest in sex. I experienced all three when I had her spread on my bed. It was a real pain because I plowed for three hours and anything more would have been rape (yes, every tactic, gimmik or routine thats not against the law was employed). In addition my mum kept trying to make her eat while I was dry humping her. I felt like I was going to make a breakthrough then -

mum: Your guest said she was hungry, let her eat!
me: No we ate before we got here, right Ian?!
Ian: *Already putting her clothes on*
Me: Shes not hungry!!!!! Go away!!!

I respected the fact she didn’t want to have sex – after three hours of plowing lol – mainly because I rationalized that maybe we just needed to spend more time together. So I day 2 her one more time and go again for broke. I drive her up to my place, enjoy a day at the beach for 5 hours, come back and the same problem. “No”. when this happend, I knew there is zero chance that this was going to happen so I decided to experiment, to see what would and wouldn’t work. I just did what felt natural to me and just froze her out. Not because i was pissed but because I simply wanted to ‘test the waters’ – the name of the game. This led me to leaping off her, throwing my blinds open exposing our bodies to the stark sunlight and going onto my computer playing ‘robot Rainbow Unicorn’ for 10 minutes, completly not ackknowleging her. All the while shes hearing “Harmony, harmony, ALWAYS”. In my unrelenting thirst for knowledge, I redirected my attention from the leaping unicorn to the half dressed asian woman lying in my bed.

Me: Why don’t you want to have sex.

There is no recovery, there is only one consolation prize and that is knwolege for improvment. I was hoping for an answer that would maximise my game by 100%. instead I got…

Her: Do you now why I broke up with my boyfriend?
Me: Why?

Her: He wanted to have too much sex.
Me: Its getting pretty late. You should head home now.

My handling of the situation wasn’t as adroit as I would have liked it to be. But lets backtrack for a second. If I can be obnoxiously general based on what I’ve seen from Asian porn, men from China aren’t capable of ravaging there woman, yet she claims to have had a boyfriend that was splitting her in two. IMPOSSIBLE. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. Its either that or she just doesn’t like sex and I WILL NOT EVEN ACKNOWLEGE THAT DISGUSTING IMPROBABILITY. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Now as per usual, I leave out the more essential items out of the FRs such as the 100s of mundayne apporaches, the dozens of flakey numbers, the random club makeouts etc, just to make it more reader digestible. Kind of like Ray William Johnson making it appear as if he is talking succinctly 100% of the time when it is actually possible he has asburgers and it just editing out social incongruencies.
^^
Yeh I dont know wtf that just was.

Last night was interesting. I was having one of ‘those days’. Those days for me is usually characterized by extreme social weirdness because of just not feeling it. This is work related and most importantly SLEEP related. I’ve been tired as hell! On the other hand, I was ultra motivated to get my elbows muddy and work as hard as humanly possible. I was all by myself and had to find a way to motivate myself. So I put a countdown timer for one minute and after that minute is up, it makes a duck quacking noise. I said that I would have to do an approach before the minute was up, and as soon as I was out of set the clock started again. Ofcourse I was sweating and nervous as hell. Ironcially there is nothing bad about hearing a duck quacking or my Iphone saying TIMER DONE but it for some reason provided pressure to approach and it ofcourse produced results. I did 4 within 4 minutes on my own in a very busy street (George Street at 3pm). I relaxed from there and continued to hit up sets over and over. Nothing was hooking but slowly I found I was becoming addicted to the feeling of dragging myself through the mud. It was definalty giving me a strong sense of pride. After about 14 approaches I wasn’t really going anyway but i had defiantly warmed up. Then my last approach of the night…
Fairly cute asian chick just sitting on the steps. We yammer on and on. I instant date her on my usual instant date route, go for dinner, then a bar. I then walk her home. Her house is a trek away and she suggests she jsut catches a bus. I understand the awkwardness of getting on a bus with her to ‘her’ house. After all what would the obvious premise be for that? I wonder…

SO I convince her that we will go for a scenic walk to her house. Funny thing is I added 10 minutes to the trip jsut so we could look at some trees in a park to make it a more scenic adventure, as opposed to walking alongside the traffic for AN HOUR AND 30 MINUTES which is what we did. It was a great walk, we really like eachother because we are both harcore self-amusement types and we just laughed at everything humanly imaginable. As such getting to her house by 1:30am wasn’t a big deal. Oh wait did I say her house. I meant to say the nun convent that she lived in. LOL! She boards with catholic nuns because they have a cheap room in there church dormitary place. So we sneak into her room and just continue to laugh and joke about everything. I really didn’t even care about sex at this point because we were having so much fun. Naturally though the course of our fun led to us giving eachother silly massages, then serious massages, then kissing, touching, playing, you get it. However again… LMR. She wouldn’t let me fuck her!
I expected to be mad. I really did. I walked for AGES! It was now 3:00am! I have to get up for work in 3 hours and travel all the way home! i should be pissed!! Just like I was last time.
But I wasn’t.
I look deeply into her eyes and we just continue to kiss and cuddle until morning. Reflecting on that night really got me into the perspective of the bigger picture. Is 20 minutes of ‘in-out’ activty and a 3 second orgasm better than hanging out with someone your having a blast with with and have and an amazing connection with. Obviously both is ideal, but when you have that expereince, sex just feels so secondary and outside of the egoic pickupartist fuck tally, it really doesn’t matter. I’ll defiantly see her again and weather I get laid or not I won’t really care.

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Haters – Flakes – Getting Laid

“Wtf? I’ve read your crap on SS (Local lair) and you’re nothing but a troll. I also question the legitimacy and credibility you have to be giving out advice. … I got bored reading your crap after several sentences, because it’s obvious to me you’ve never written anything that’s been critiqued by people who know how to read properly, or in some type of setting with people that have a brain. Enrol yourself in a college or university and watch yourself fail hard! I got a question, was the last time you passed high school English in the 8th grade? Oh yeah, that’s why you work some dead end job in Hungry Jack`s. 18 year old prodigy? Very humble I see, it’s good to seen you understand humility…

…Here’s some advice for free, I might not be a prodigy but I’m a 4th year law student, using big words out of context doesn’t make you sound smart, it makes you look like a try hard, it just reinforces how dumb you are…

…Yeah, come to think of it, that’s why you work in a fast food restaurant and not doing something else with your life…

…The racial group of girls you go for are easy BTW, too scared to go for girls that actually require game? ” – Loving fan

Hi guys, sorry its been such a long time since I last posted. Latley I’ve really been taking an effort to get my financial life sorted (yes, can’t work at KFC forever) and have been doing affiliate marketing. Not nearly as exciting to tell your mates about as opposed to – “went out 6 nights this week, bitches everywhere man =D”. Theres been a massive shift in my life from sarging to joining up with the rat race, just like all the other folks in the Dilbert cubicles. Anyway heres why (its been a while so i’ll do my best to recount it like yesterday)

So carrying on from my last post, I was with this Chinese chick who I was 100% certain I would root and start a great friendship with. We got along amazing, and it was just 100% Disney; there could have been a movie about it. So it’s halfway through the next day and she hasn’t texted me back. I’m getting quite paranoid by now and start the chain of thoughts that spiral me further and further into uncertainty. I finally get a response back:

“Dear Goundy
I am sorry not to tell u a truth that I already have a BF, though not with me in Sydney. You are so cute and charming that I can’t resist liking you, however in my value, I feel guilty since then. Plz forgive me, for loosing my control and my selfishness. Sorry to have a vampire night but not regret meeting you. Maybe you don’t care, but to me it is just like a beautiful dream, gone with the wind. Keep your smile, always a deadly weapon. Am I a bad girl? Should be sent to court. Good night”

-Written as is, so please excuse the sub-par english.

So my response… qualified as my latest diva fit. I’m never proud of any diva fit I do but I’m still human so I cant be perfect – I’m bound to get butthurt and emotional at times. Posting my response to the txt would warrant any self-respecting person reading this to vomit, smash there monitor with a baseball bat and throw it out there 2nd story window (in my warped version of reality).

That day, I was very down. But business as usual, off to the streets again.
On my second approach of that day jsut sarging George Street on my own, I see this Korean chick who looked like the real life version of the anime character ‘Nami’ from One peice. I bust through the crowd at the traffic lights in-between Town hall steps and Woolworths and open as soon as she gets off the road.

We hit it off right away and ‘yada yada’ back and forth for a while. She’s just a tourist so I decide to take her around the town and the typical instant date route:
1. Circular Quay
2. Opera house
3. ‘ooh ahh’ at the harbour bridge
4. walk to darling harbour.
By this time its club time and escalating there is a piece of cake. My secret to day2ing/instant dating girls from the street to the club is to take them to the gay club/bar. This way you don’t have to worry about guys or other external stimulus that will affect the interaction. I bounce her to this gayest of gay club ever known the man, ‘Arq’ in Oxford Street. I used to love taking my ex there because guys would always hit on me and it would piss my gf off and she’d shoo them off. Also who said guys hitting on you isn’t building your social proof in the same way a girl does ahahh (in a wierd demented way).
We get to get to the club and -
>Insert same old routine for escalating here<
We spend the night making out and touching each other inappropriately when i decide to take her home at 4am. She lived in a hostel and the security is antsy as hell about random people coming in so i arrange the meetup the next day. On my way home I start up a casual conversation over fb with my ex, see how she is an all.

“Terrible”

Apparently shes still hung up so I decide to ‘meet up’ with her before my day 2.

Next day.

I go to my ex’s house and root her. We talk for a bit then I head off to pickup ‘Nami’. I picked her up from her hostel and we head to my house. I thought it would be funny to teach her to drive my car in an empty carpark (to minimize certain fatalities). Still a bad idea but had fun holding onto dear life.
When we get to my house, I sit her on my lap and teach her how to play ‘Robot Rainbow Unicorn’. She couldn’t get past 500 points lol. I then just throw her onto my bed and root her. Weeeeee rooted two chicks in a day, felt pretty kool!

The following day, my parents were still out of town so after a day of sarging I decide to invite my ex over to hangout. There was something on my mind I really wanted to talk about. We were just laying bed talking and she confessed that her friends saw me on a day 2 with a girl at Arq and she gave up her plan to get back together with me. Shortly after i finally tell her…

Everything…

She wanted to get back together, so I decided she needed to know the truth and make the proper assessment.

I have given this speach to very few people, but it always starts out the same way.

“There is a secret underground society of men”.

I know, it starts of tacky and feels like the pre-emption to a B-grade hollywood act but its concise and gives the whole truth. I tell her everything about sarging, my dreams as a pickup teacher, the perpetual self-growth, how this is the stablizing epicenter of my life. When I started, how I started, how this is the most life changing profound thing I’ve ever encountered. Then offcourse I tell her the practical aspect to it, going along the lines of “I go around the club and street trying root chicks”. It wasn’t necessarily misleading to emphasize the self-development aspect of pickup and not the ‘playing to get laid’ feature, because thats truly the way i feel about this field; perpetual self growth first and foremost – using vag as a waygate to self-actualization.
Now she already knew what i was up to when going out, but she never knew the far reachign extent of it.

The reaction????

Tears of laughter.

That was definalty un-expected and I’m still not exactly sure why. I give her the decision. “I am going to be doing this no matter what, if you would like to come along with me, its up to you”. She said if this is the only way I can be with you, I will. Then we are a lovey dovey couple again!

That was about 3-4 weeks ago and allot has changed in good and bad ways. Something I defiantly noticed about my sarging is that I have plateaued since getting back together with my gf; just like before. Only difference is I no longer feel shame in sarging because its now accepted in the relationship. My real sticking point is the sexual satisfaction I am getting. My whole game relies on being horny. Being horny is my tool for being creative, expressive and passionate (the whole reason I abstain from masturbation). Since getting regular sex again, there is something amiss when I am in set now – it just isn’t the same. Around this time I also read a book called ’4 hour work week’ by Tim Ferris. When I finished I had made an ironclad decision to get my financial life intact. It also occurred to me having a steady girlfriend will aid the lifestyle I planned on living for a while. After all, running around chasing girls takes up allot of time and I won’t have time to do my work.

Again, almost purely for the purposes of sarging, I want to get $$ to get better logistics and on a deeper level it just makes sense to make a plan that diverges from the route of being a 20+ year old man, working at KFC full time to pay rent. I want to live and have a passive self-generating income. I have since been hustling hard on my affilliate marketing and haven’t been going out as much. So I am sorry, this will probably be my last post in a while. I plan on going back hardcore in maybe 2-3 months, when my finances start to take off. I also plan to do an RSD boot camp with the money I made (make up for lost time).

So I’d just like to thank everyone here for there support. It really means allot to me. Writing these FR’s brings me allot of joy and I really enjoy writing them. I’m looking forward to coming back but until then, goodbye.

-goundy

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Back With A Vengence

Hey. Update time. Was about 7 months since my last post due to girlfriend but we broke up when I wrote this.

So I’m back in the game. You can make the assumption that, that means me and my gf parted. No need for the condolense though; breaking up with her has been the most liberating and inspiring thing to happen to me. I don’t feel spite, I still love her, but god… I’m free.

Being single only has an attractive quality if your getting laid. YAY FOR ME!!!

Ok transition for one sec, before I tell you all the stuff thats happend, I want to lay some ground rules for my self in writing this report.
Unlike last time, I want to make sure I do the following:
-No ego stroking
-No talking down to others and being more respectful to others
-Spending very littler time updating this
-AND NO EGO STROKING

I notice when I was writing these reports some time back, this place became a place where I could stroke my ego and this has a very very costly affect on your overall growth and eventual success in this. I am even a little sad that I’m hear typing this and not doing something more properly productive .
Even though I’m young and cockiness is the trademark of people our age, humbleness is something I’ve learnt to be a really valuable trait. I don’t want to risk alienating anyone.

Anyway, to make this productive for me, I’m going to make sure to add not just things I kicked ass in, but also things I can improve on and also funny shit that I fucked up.

Ok now on to ‘whats up’

tl;dr version

Me and my gf broke up about 1 month ago. At the time I felt that maybe game was overated and cold approach wasn’t nesesary. After all theres social circle, POF even fucking cragslist. Like seriously, if you spent as much time cold approaching as you did cragslist, you’d probably get similar results imo. (please dont use cragslist though).
Oh and lets not forget the solidifying bonds of a monagmous relationship which means you’d just find one girl and live happily ever after – cold approach is a waste of time.

However it also dawned on me this, me and my girlfriend were together 24/7 for like a year and I lost all my friends,
So no friends, no sex and just spamming msgs to girls on POF.
Single life was starting to suck.

But I said fuck this shit. I hate it. I moved out of my folks house and moved into the city with my own room. I was still all alone though and the lonliness was killing me and it was terrifying being by your self with no one who cared if you were alive or not.

But this was my plan you see. By moving out and living in the city, I removed all distractions and put my self in a situation were my problem would be excerbated to the point where I was forced to take action. At home, I’d be sad and lonely but it wasn’t bad, but out in the city, living by myself, no friends no family, I cried prettty hard – and thats how it all began.

My ace in hand was to regular a bar, go there as much as possible at the same time, even if no one was there. Pretty quickly I built up a mssive network of close friends. I also supplimented this by going out and sarging most days of the week. I made the decision that I would go 100% solo from now on and what I found was that this was a profound decision thats been helping me grow much faster at cold approach.

I also pulled every week for 3 weeks!
The first was a Chinese girl 3 weeks ago, only a week after a moved here. Its super funny because the place I live looks like a bit of a drug den and at the time, It seriously didnt have a wall that seperated the apartment from the sleezy massage parlour its attatched to – it just had one of those minature dog fences that stop your kid from leaving the room while you step over it and get a sandwhich.
I was super rusty and shitty but I cold apporahced her at Darling Harbour. My gig when pulling girls is pretty methodical now – like I actually know what I’m doing.

So heres was I did feel free to take notes. We talk for a bit BUT we didn’t JUST sit there for like 4 and jsut talk like what allot of guys do. You gotta lead constantly. Try be a bossy dickhead. So after 10 mins, I’m like lets go for a walk for 5 minutes, then later I’m like I’ll show you the post office, then later, lets walk here. Keep doing that over and over and over and she’ll get so used to complying with you its not freaky when your like “theres a massage chair in my house its so cool! come and try it”

This is so classic by the way! becaue I live right next to a massage parlour, they have massage chairs but one of them broke down so they put it into the shared bathroom I use. I pull this chinese girl to my house while telling her this is the best massage chair ever. Ofcourse I know its broken, sticky and gross, I’m just trying to get her into my house. Thats the lesson for you. When she sits the chair, i fiddle with the knobs and go, “awwww, it must have jsut stopped working” then I jsut give her a massage and pull her to my room.
We didnt end up fucking though. It was her first kiss and she was obviously a virgin – thus she freaked the fuck out and flaked me later.

Later that night I met a jap chick at the bar I regular and I ran the exact same shit and she gave me a bj at my house – she was on the rag so we couldnt do it, but we fucked later that week.
I continue cold approaching allot, hitting up clubs solo, really trying to push harder, and trying to impliment allot of RSD principles. This stuff by the way is magic. Too often I see guys become approach robots who do this for ages but don’t improve much. Reason is they don’t refine there process and intelligently ask ‘why this chick didn’t want to fuck me’. Find an answer (preferably from RSDnation) and then impliment it – then repeat that process.
Anyway I also fucked a chick 2 days ago using the same principles as before. Leading is so massively crucial to pulling. Like I remember way back when, I’d approach and if the set hooked, I’d just sit there idily for hours hoping I’d eventualyl get comfortable enough to pull her somewhere. Somethign massive RSD taught me is how important baby stepping the process is. That means you don’t chit chat for 3 hours then go – wanna see a movie at my house?
Heres was I did to fuck this chick:
-Opened
-5 minutes later I tell her to sit in the chair next to me.
-10 minutes later I tell her to sit on the sofa with me just 5 meters away.
-20 minutes later I tell her to come get a drink with me about 10 meters away. I then tell her ot sit with me at another location.
-20 minutes later, I tell her to talk with me outside in the smoking area 30 meters away.
-10 minutes later, I tell her to sit with me in ANOTHER spot.
-I then suggest we get fresh air outside for 2 SECONDS then once where outside, I quickly transition to “oh I know a goodp lace to eat just next to this club (I know its closed) so we walk there.
-I then say we should grab food at another place much further away (its in the direction of my house)
-then I say lets go for a walk (still in direction of my house)
-I complain profusely about how cold it is (i intentionally where no jacket when I go out for reasons you will see in a sec)
-By this stage we’ve already walked to my house and I say, I’m just gonna run and grab my jumper, come in side for a sec
-makeout
-fuck
-gg

Thats the general process. Another important thign that I’ve been implimenting are the following:\
-breaking rapport tonality (ie the way saddam hussein would talk to his subjects – the opposite is your little sister asking mum for cake)
-lead lead lead lead
-super lazer eye contact
-speaking slow
ALL OF THIS CAN BE SUMMARIZED AS ACTING LIKE A BOSS. DICTATOR. MILLIONAIRE. and ofcourse ASSHOLE.
I’m not the nicest guy when it comes to picking up chicks. Not because I’m not a nice guy but because the processes of being succesful (such as thsoe mentioned above) at a pickup are generally classed as asshole behaviour.

COME HERE
DO THIS
TELL ME THIS

Anyway I gotta go now, a chick is coming over to my house :P. This should be fun

Oh and a little added bonus with what I did with this chick. If anyone is aware of ‘drama’ tactics used by Julien in RSD, this is bascially what I’ve been working on. It works… BUT I mainly do it because its fun, to me, drama is fun – I’m only partially doing it as a technique.

ME and this girl had a super shitty date. Shes really attracted to me but shes really shy and probably a virgin. So she kept deflecting my escaltion ttempts and was jsut a realy bore so I bounced. Next day at work, I thought it would be super entertaining to just start some drama.

Me: *Girls Name* do you want to be my girlfriend.
*No response*
Several hours later
Me: Actually nevermind
Her: Hang on
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Her: Actually I like you to!

Later I run into her that night where she became super awkward. I pull her away from our friends, pull her into the elevator, grab her and make out with her. I then pull away and look all regretful and irritated

Me: I just… dont know if you can handle it…

(I’d like to thank the academy)

Her: What are you talking about?

Me: I don’t know if I can open up to you…
Her: nonono yes you can!!!!!!!!
Me: I don’t know why I like you so much, I’m usually an asshole.
Her: Really?
Me: I hardly know you though, I don’t want to get hurt again
Her:

We back and forth between making out and drama. What is it I am actually saying? It doesn’t matter, it makes no sense. In fact its flat out retarded but chicks dig drama like crack addicts. They want to the full range of emotions. But ofcourse like I said its just fucking entertaining going hot and cold.

Because of this I turned a shitty date going nowhere into gold, now shes coming over to my house “because I’m sick and need someone to take care of me”.

Anyway, I hope this has been entertaining, insightful and everything else inbetween. If I make good on my promise I won’t be back for a while. Also I have to apologize for the lack of depth of detail here (its not really a field report, its more like a life report covering 4 weeks of dense action and drama). I just wanted to summarize everything but if I ever update constantly again like I used to, I can be more pragmatic about every detail of what I did.
But for now cya.

“Ask and you shall recieve”

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Getting Laid Consistantly

Holy shit balls

What a week! Its been maybe 2 or 3 weeks since I last posted so heres a crash course. Basically I’ve jsut been on a run – girl after girl leaving my house. My game has been exploding ever since I’d decided give myself a little challenge a few weeks ago.

What I’m about to say sounds super underwhelming but its this. On some paper, everyday, I write down, ‘how can I improve by 0.01%’. I basically attribute this to my rapid success lately. I got the idea from Awaken the Giant With by Tony Robbins who talks about constant minor changes over a long period of time that result in massive changes later.

Its only been a few weeks since I started but the changes have been drastic. I’ve made new one everyday so I won’t write them down but here are some examples.
‘Take everything one step at a time’ (relating to pulling)
‘Always have a plan to leave a girl or you’ll be stuck with her all day (this is to stop time wasteage after pulling – a unique problem I was having)’
‘Lead and isolate every set’

So these little mantras I’ve been adopting come up based on problems I’d face during that day of sarging. For example a few weeks ago I had the problem of building momentum in a club so I looked up the solution on RSDnation and wrote it down here. This is my basic model for growth.

So anyway enough with the boring shit. Onto the action.

I went on a 30 day challenge but I FAILED! Why? The truth is I kind of failed for a good reason and that is I started having sex with my ex again. It was gooooooood. It fucked up my 30 day challenge though because I spent 4 hours that night dealing with the break up bs and then all the resistance due to having sex with your ex (oh no baby we cant do it – but it feels so gooood – no – yes -no). So I sort of fail but I continue nonethless not really counting the days.
Later that week I meet up with the girl I last mentioned in my previous post. Its this shy girl I’ve been seeing. The tl;dr version to her is that my day 2 with her was goin no where so I thought I’d throw some drama into the mix to make it interesting.

This resulted in allot of push pull that got her really attracted to me.
Some of the shit I’d say with her
Me: I…. (dramatic pause) don’t know why I like you so much. The truth is I’m usually an asshole to girls
Her: really?!?!?!!
Me: But…. I just don’t know you well enough… I don’t want to get hurt
Her: FEFSEFDSGFERWF#@T#@GFRPDVKERK

Something I’ve learnt is that chicks dig drama like crack addicts. The stuff I’m saying is completley baseless and nonsensical but she laps it up.
I had her at my place to do my usual shit but find out shes a virgin

OOPS.
I’m a bit freaked out you see. I’ve never had sex with a virgin unlike most people who have their first times at age 16 with their 1 year old girlfriend – my first time was in a backseat with a 30 yo maried jap woman i met from cold approach. I manage to pull it off (after 3 hours of trying to get it in, trying to calm her down and using half my lube) but feel strangely guilty afterwards. I’m going to see her again today to make sure shes good .

After I leave my house I go to Sharkbar where I see a chick I had a one night stand. Pulling her was like pulling her the first time because we only knew eachother for 1 or 2 hours before I fucked her so she was liek a complete stranger. I then had to repeat the same processes that got me laid the first time and try not to half ass it.

Ok truth is write now, I’m lazy and I just want to go outside and play but I’d promise I’d write everything down so heres the crash course

-number clsoed hot korean chick after 5 minutes where next day we go out with her friends, drink copious ammounts of soju, go to karyoke and fuck. The funny thing is because they hardly spoke english, I said maybe 200 words and jsut relied on sub communications to build attraction.
-Almost pulled a hot jap chick from the street. My mate was there and on the way back to my house he texts me if he can fuck her instead. I owed him $120 for Karyoke (money I didn’t have) from the night before so I let them go off.

Thats the awesome shit you can do when you start fuckign lots of chicks, you can pawn hot chicks off like cash $$$$.

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