Hello all,

I have recently returned home after almost a year long journey across America. I started this epic trip for many a reason. Boredom, a yearning for travel, a fatal need to interact with as many new people as humanly possible, a sense of complacency in my everyday life, self discovery, and last but not least to further extend my knowledge of gaming.

Yes, I consider myself to be a PUA. Am I a guru? No. I am not. I make no claim to be. Do I pick up every girl I meet without fail? Of course not. If I said I did I would be lying my Irish ass off. Do I do well enough to no longer consider myself an AFC or rAFC? I am glad you asked. Yes I do. I have learned a great deal of things since joining this wonderful community. Is it perfect? No. Do I agree with everyone? No. It is utterly fantastic though. It's amazing having a group of people to share knowledge with that in times past was the responsibility of our fathers. I was lucky enough to have a father that taught me the ins and outs of speaking to women. He felt it important. Manly even. A rite of passage. I digress.

This journal, for the most part, will be directly transcribed from the one I kept while traveling this country. Through while reading what I have previously penned may give me new insight into the situation. Which I will of course share. It may prove interesting to read. You may learn something. You may not. Either way, I thought I should share my experiences with a community that has shared so much with me.




Day One

Today has been rather uneventful. Work no longer brings me the joy it once did. Every call seems to be more terrible then the last. I think I may have burnt out. They warned us about this in class. How easy it was to burn out. Not me. I am superman. I can handle anything. If only that fresh faced newbie of an EMT knew what was in store for him. I think it is time for a change.

Just got back from the bank. I drained my account. All $6,000. I stopped by work and told them I would be taking extended leave. My medical director wasn't to happy about it. Mostly because I decide against sticking around for all the paperwork to go through. I feel much to restless. I need to be on the road again. I stopped by the store on the way home. Bought some basic supplies. All in all I only spent about $200. Sleeping bag, cheep tent, ramen, containers for water. Things like that.

I just finished packing my bag. Grandma isn't home yet. I should probably say goodbye. A note will have to suffice. $300 should get me quite a ways if I am careful. Grandma will need the rest. I am going to miss her. She should be fine though.

Not even three pm on day one and my bicycle already has a flat tire. Bad omen?

Well, it was most decidedly not a bad omen. Walked my bike to walmart to get a new intertube. Bought a patch kit as well. Should have already done that. Anyway, a strikingly pretty associate asked if I needed any assistance. While I knew just what I needed and where to find it how could I do anything but accept her help. We chatted a little bit as we walked to the other end of the store where the bike accessories are. I told her about the trip I was starting. She seemed impressed. Kept throwing me IoI's and lingered on to bullshit with me for about ten minutes after I had found what I needed. So what did I do? I said fuck. I looked right at her, and said I am going to be extremely forward with you, as it will be a long time before I am back this way. Through this last little exchange I was working the triangle gaze like a mad man. She seemed taken aback by my brash comment. If not a little curious. So I kissed her. Nothing gawdy or deep. Just pulled her in kissed her, and walked away smiling. I wonder if I will ever see her again.

I am losing daylight. After dealing with the flat I was able to put about 30 some odd miles between me and the once great city of Peoria. Didn't make it far enough to find indoor accommodation though. It's ok. Nice night. No need for a tent. Just me some Ramen, the stars and my harmonica.

This has the potential to be good, really really good. I'm tuned in for the ride.

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Make it Rain

Thanks for the support. I meant to have a few more entries transcribed today, but didn't get around to it. If not tonight, more will be here tomorrow night. Forewarning though. While there is a lot of pick up stuff in here, there is also a lot of non pick up related stuff. I kept a journal for a reason, and I feel the entire experience should be shared. If only to allow a broader insight into my frame of mind going into different scenarios.

Cheers.

i really want to read the rest of this. It either sounds like the worst idea of a lifetime or.... the journey of a lifetime!

Just want to apologize for the length of time it has been taking me to get the next post up to those that are reading. Between work, court, gaming, and trying to make sense of life, things have been busy. I will do my best to get another post up soon. Sorry for the wait.

I look forward to reading the rest of this... as if the story isnt already good, youre also a good writer.

Day 2

I awoke with the sun, and what a wonderful thing that was! It's hard to imagine that those who came before us had the pleasure of waking this way everyday. Though, if human nature is any indicator they took it for granted and found some way to grumble about it. What a silly little species we are. Desperately clinging to a hunk of rock, doing our best not to fall off. Spinning at a rate of 1,041 mph, circling our sun at 69,360 mph. All the while the sun is careening through this galaxy of ours at 43,200 mph dragging us along with it. Yet somehow, we always find something to complain about, instead of just admiring how lucky we are. We are alive at a point in time when stardust has evolved to such an extreme that it has the ability, the mental cognition to question not only it's own existence, but that of everything around it. Utterly fantastic! I think it is time for breakfast. Peanut butter Cliff bars, then back on the road.

I spent the next couple of hours just exploring the town. Rather deep into thoughts of the cosmos, I almost hadn't noticed how hungry I had become. I found my way downtown by about noon or so. Enjoyed some of the most wonderful meatballs I had ever had in my life off of a street cart. Of the joys of travel. After lunch I wondered a few more blocks before encountering a young man named Mike. He was playing this acoustic guitar much like a young girl plays with herself after discovering the joys of orgasm. While my harmonica skill are nothing to scoff at, I was nowhere near, nor will I ever be the musician that he is. Still I brandished my musical weapon of choice to join in the fun. After about 20 minutes, we had amassed quite the crowd. We played for another fifteen minutes or so, before taking a break to introduce ourselves. After pleasantries were exchanged Mike picked up his hat off the ground. We had made $60, of which, being the musician that he is, we split.

It was at this moment, while money exchanged hands, that my eyes fell upon the sexiest redhead I had ever seen. Addendum, anything added in italics is not part of the original entry. I am not one to use the HB rating system. This is a case I make an exception. HB10. No doubt about it. I immediately decide I am going to game this girl. Mostly because I have a huge thing for redheads. Partly because after the jam I am feeling super confidant. The following was our conversation.

ME-You're gorgeous, and I am awesome. I thought we should meet.
Her-Look of indifference.
ME-Yeah, you're probably right. You're really not that cute. But being the awesome guy I am, I thought I would throw you a bone.
Her-Scoffs, slaps me, and walks away.

Mind you I just got slapped in front of about 50 people. Of well, you win some you lose some. Mike was impressed with my style, and after bullshitting for a while, invited me to crash on his couch for the rest of my stay in town. He also invited me to a party his brother was having. I suspect he was hoping to see me get slapped again. Nice guy though.