Saturday, March 15, 2014
I woke up after three hours because my regular's friend and the friend's boyfriend wanted to go to the beach. I didn't want to mob with them so the friend's boyfriend dropped me off at my hostel downtown. I dropped off my stuff at the hostel, then caught the SD Trolley and subsequent bus to Pacific Beach. One of my wings used to live in Pacific Beach and said it was a pretty cool spot to party during the daytime. I arrived in PB around 1 p.m. I got food and checked out a couple bars on Mission Blvd. I didn't open any sets though. I left the bars and went to the beach. As I sat on the beach, I started getting mad reflective. I realized how much fun life has become since starting PU. I feel like I'm approaching the way I always wanted my life to be. I'm beginning to have an abundance of girls, and everything has just been a lot of fun. I've always been a pretty happy dude as I've never really taken anything too seriously, but this really may be one of the happiest times I've had so far in my life. That's one of the reasons I'm writing all of these field reports. I want each and every one of you reading these to understand how great life can be. I'm not lying when I say that game really can make it awesome. And I'm nowhere near the level I really yearn to be at so it's just going to get better and better.

Anyway, after I accepted how boss my life has been become, I decided it was time to game. I turned around, ready to bounce, and the first thing I spotted was this cute chick lying on the beach sunbathing. She was lying prone at the time, and she had a fat ass. I walked up to her, lay down beside her, and said, "Sorry, I'm late." She laughed, then asked what I was doing. I told her I really just wanted to talk to her. It turns out she was also just visiting SD. She's Chilean, but she spent the last two months around the US doing school-related work. She was a super chill girl, and she was really hot. She reminded me of the way you would expect a typical South American hottie/wannabe bikini model to look.

We chilled on the beach for about an hour. She did mention several times that she had a boyfriend, but I explained to her how I am against relationships at this time, and she said I was persuading her to break up with her bf. (She was 21 btw.) We decided we would mob to La Jolla together. We both had never been there and wanted to check it out. So, when she finished her tanning session, we got up and caught a bus. During the bus ride, I was cognizant of the way she was rubbing her shoulder against mine as we were sitting. She mentioned how we should get married so that she could get citizenship in the US. We walked to the Cove when we got to La Jolla and checked it out for a while. We took pictures, and I was making sure to escalate kino as we were. I wanted to K-close at the Cove. I felt like that would have been some straight up romantic shit. But I was scared of rejection I guess. We had to catch the bus back to PB, about a 40-minute trip, and I didn't want it to be awkward on the bus ride back if she declined. In retrospect, I bitched out. We had a really fun time at La Jolla though. I felt my little heart starting to turn as it fell madly in love with this mysterious Chilean beauty I knew I'd see for a few hours and then never again in this cruel, cruel, uncaring universe. We caught the bus back to PB, and I still wanted to K-close the fuck out of this chick, but that would've been weird to get rejected on a crowded bus. So she got off at her stop, and she gave me one of the tightest, saddest hugs I've ever felt in my life. The type of hug that said she didn't love her boyfriend, that she loved some random guy she had met at the end of her trip and had known for a couple hours. We exchanged FB info (she didn't have an American number, and I was too lazy to figure out how to text foreign numbers). She said she'd come out in Gaslamp for the Shamrock festival that was being thrown if she could, but the people she was staying with were not guaranteeing a ride downtown. And that was the end of my little Before Sunrise love story. I knew I'd never see her again.

I got back to my hostel downtown and got ready. The hostel was throwing a party. I talked for a while to the girl who was managing the bar at the hostel. She was some German chick who was working there for a few weeks. I grabbed her FB info as well (she didn't have a phone) and said we'd meet up later maybe to grab a drink. I hit the streets then, by myself, which were absolutely packed during the Shamrock festival. I realized I didn't know fucking anybody in the city so I might as well game the fuck out of everything. I started opening set after set. I met a pretty cute two set on the street who was catching a cab home. I told them to take me home with them, but they weren't game. I talked to one girl for the majority of the encounter--she was this pretty, skinny, tatted chick with glasses. At the end of the encounter, I madeout with her. Her friend was talking on the phone at the time and wasn't really paying attention to us. So I gave the friend a hug as well, then told her to give me three kisses. She obliged, and I kissed her too. I mobbed for some time after that, talking to several sets. My energy was low at the time as I was really tired and extremely hungry. I opened a set in line for one bar and ended up making out with this pretty, busty chick for a while. I grabbed her number, then called it a night. (I had to wake up early in the morning, and I had a long bus ride back home so I actually craved sleep for once.) Before going to sleep, I texted all of the numbers I pulled, but none were game on meeting up for a nightcap. That's part of traveling. You're either in or you're out forever. There are never second chances. I knew this as I lay down in my hostel bunk, wondering what life could've been if that mysterious Chilean beauty I knew for only a few hours would have been born into the luck of being proximal to me.

Sunday, March 16, 2014
I woke up pretty early to catch my bus out of town. I caught a cab to the pickup zone and boarded the bus. It had to make a stop in L.A. first. I was excited to be going back to L.A. The drive from SD to L.A. was cool, pretty much along the coast the entire time. A tall, modelesque chick got on the bus in Downtown L.A. She was hipster to the max: all-black clothing, black lipstick, black glasses, and a trendy black hat. Pretty much my type to be honest. (I like hipster girls, I like tall, modelesque girls, and I like wearing a lot of black myself.) She took the seat right in front of me, but a few stops later two ladies got on the bus and said they were assigned to the seats I was occupying. I didn't want to snub two old ladies so I moved seats. I made up my mind to game the chick anyway though because of course I wanted something to write a FR about. Haha. We made a stop in Indio. I saw the chick get off the bus and go across the street to a gas station. I had to get water because I was dehydrated as fuck from the previous night of partying so I followed her over. As I was walking, I saw that she was talking on her phone so I waited to open. When I crossed the street again from the gas station back to the bus, I saw that she was standing by it smoking a cigarette and was no longer talking on the phone. She had headphones on. I walked up to her and told her she had cool style. I was being genuine in my statement; I really did like her style! She said thanks in a voice that was hardly audible. I asked where she was heading, and she said she was also heading to my city. Then I asked if she was from there, and she said, "Sorry, I have headphones on." Antisocial bitch. Lol. Pretty rude of her tbh. When you're on trips like bus rides and when you get off at stops, it's common courtesy to have conversation with the other passengers. But whatever.

I got back home around 7:30 p.m. and had plans for my regular with the fat ass (I'll refer to her as Fat Ass chick from now on to make it easier to keep track.) to come over to my place at 8. I quickly cleaned up, and then she arrived. She was on her period so I couldn't full close. She gave me dome though. Pretty much as soon as she was done, I asked her what her plans were for the night. She said, "Hang out with you." I didn't reply when she said it, and a few seconds later she followed up with, "Is that not the right answer?" Lol. I apologized and told her that I had plans to meet up with the wing Enso (member144625.html) at 10. So she got the boot for the night.

I met up with Enso in our usual part of town, but it was a really dead night. I opened a three set on the dance floor at one bar. The girl I was talking to said that one of the other girls was her girlfriend. I thought she was shit testing me at first, but it turns out they actually were girlfriends. Regardless, I was still trying to game. I asked my target if she thought I was cute. She took a step back and looked at me, then said yes. I was just about to go for the K when her bitchy-ass girlfriend jetted in and basically told me to fuck off because I was stealing her. Lol.

I opened another set at a different bar by telling them the bar sucked (it really did suck). But the chick I was talking to was a bitch and said I was talking shit about the bar where her boyfriend works as a bartender. She started another sentence and I turned my back while she was mid-sentence. We bounced out of that bar and then went to another part of town. I opened one more set, but I can't remember the details of the encounter.

Overall day: no new number-closes or K-closes. I got head from my regular. Whatevs.

Monday, March 17, 2014
I met up with Enso to run some St. Paddy's game in our usual part of town around 9 p.m. The area was absolutely packed, and I knew it was going to be a good night of game. St. Paddy's Day last year was actually kind of the first time I ever ran game. It was before I had discovered PU, but it was the first time I ever opened a lot of sets in one night and scored several K-closes. I managed to pull four K-closes and 19 phone numbers last St. Paddy's Day, which until recently were records for me.

I got texts from two of my regulars--Fat Ass chick and Splits (Splits is the girl I F-closed last Wednesday. (I'm giving her this nickname to make it easier to keep track.) See the March 12th post.)--and some random number in my phone who I couldn't remember, saying that they were in the area. I had options if all else failed. Enso and I mobbed to one of our regular bars. The random girl who texted me said she was there. I felt in state as fuck (I've actually been feeling in state as fuck in general lately.) so I opened the first set I saw. It was a three or four set--I don't remember exactly--and I started dancing with the cutest chick in the set. As I was dancing, I saw one girl who looked familiar in the same set. I'm pretty certain that was the girl who randomly texted me. This made me feel even more in state. Lol. The girl I was dancing with said she was leaving to another bar, and I wanted to get away to go game some more myself so I number-closed her and K-closed with the French goodbye.

I bounced out of set. I ran into Splits at the bar. I talked to her for maybe a minute and madeout before separating. Then I saw some other girl I met and K-closed a few weeks ago (The details of our meeting are lost in one of my field reports.). I just grabbed her and gave her a hug, then I K-closed on ejection.

We bounced from that bar and hit up another one of our regular spots, which was throwing a block party with two adjacent bars. The block party was packed as fuck, and Enso and I were opening sets left and right. I don't remember everything after we got in as I was brewing a little buzz. I K-closed six new girls tonight (Eight girls total, but I'm not counting the K-closes from Splits or the other girl I K-closed a few weeks ago because they're already on the list.), but I can only remember the details of four of them. So I will write about those four (I already wrote about the first one above).

Enso and I opened a two set. Pretty small chicks, but they were a'ight-looking I guess so we could roll with it. We talked to them for maybe two minutes. I n-closed my chick and madeout with her, then told her we'd meet up in a little while. I bounced from her. I ran into one of my old friends on the dance floor and of course wanted to show off my mad game. Some chick tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and it was this pretty hot cougar. Had to have been in her mid-30s, but she was hot. Straight up cougar status. I danced with her for a few minutes, got her number and madeout with her.

Enso opened some chick on the patio so I opened her friend. I grabbed her and hugged her and told her I loved her and was going to marry her one day. She was hesitant to kiss at first, but I persisted the way I always do. I ended up K-closing and (I think) number-closing.

I texted the small chick I met earlier and asked where she was. She texted back, saying she was still at the block party. I saw her a few minutes later at one of the outdoor bars. I reopened her. She said I had promised her earlier that I would dance with her so I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. As I was dancing with her, I started rubbing her hips (It's important to always maximize kino when dancing.), then I started creeping my fingers into her shorts. I ended up fingering her on the dance floor for a few seconds before she removed my hand. We continued to dance and makeout, and I fingered her a few more times, each time only for a few seconds. I saw Splits dancing with some dude a few feet from us. She smiled at me, and I laughed. I bounced out of set after a while because I wanted to go game other chicks.

As I was closing my tab at the bar, one chick who was standing beside me started talking to me. I attempted to K on ejection, but she gave me the cheek. I think I could have Ked if I really persisted, but I wasn't feeling her that much so I said fuxx it. I somewhat regret not going for it harder because that K would have put me at 70 total this year. But whatever, I'll settle at 69 until the next one sometime this week.

I ran into Splits again somewhere, and I started talking to her. As we were speaking, I was trying to make up my mind on which chick I wanted to take home. I had Splits in my presence. Fat Ass chick was a text away. I could have tried to mash the new girl I fingerbanged. And there was an abundance of hot, horny, drunk girls flooding the street and every alley behind each bar. But I turned into somewhat of a little lazy bitch and decided to mob with Splits. We had about 30 minutes left till closing time, and that was 30 minutes of decent hollerday game I wasted. Tsk tsk.

I mobbed with Enso to one last bar as I was holding Splits's hand. He started talking to some chick on the patio, and Splits said she wanted to wing. She started talking to the girl. I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, but I guess it kind of fucked up Enso's game. I hope she didn't actually cockblock when she was trying to help. Maybe I should have monitored her better and pulled her out.

As we were leaving for the night, I saw the girl I fingered earlier. She saw me holding Splits's hand, and I felt like I somewhat CBed myself. I regret not taking her back to the cribbo instead. Splits is already on the list!

I got back to the crib and banged out Splits splayed-legged like the goddamn animal I am. The chick I fingered called me several times and told me to come over. I gave her number to Enso so that he could get in the lay, but I guess he was already home by the time. I cuddled Splits and fell asleep.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Woke up after an actual decent night of sleep and took Splits back to her car. I got back home and sorted through all the numbers I pulled last night. It turns out I pulled nine total. I texted all of them trying to set up a day two for tonight. Seven texted back. I was honestly amazed by so many replies. Two girls said it was a wrong number though, and I replied to each by asking if it was [girl's name]. One said no so I didn't respond anymore. The other said it was, and so we started texting. I tried to line up a day two with one of the numbers, but she had to work today. I asked what her schedule was this week, and she sent me her availability. I got busy with some stuff though so I never texted back. Will have to do that tomorrow. The fingerbang chick from last night initially said she couldn't meet up because she had homework to do. I texted back, telling her to blow off her homework for an hour and hangout with me instead. She took the bait. We made plans to meet up at my go-to coffee shop at 8 p.m.

8 p.m. rolls around, and I head to the light rail that takes me to the coffee shop. Whenever there's a possibility that I'll be having drinks with a girl, I don't drive, as I'm not about that DUI, bruh. There's some police delay going on though. Great, I'm going to be about an hour late. I get a text however, saying, "sorry I'm running so late...would you maybe wanna just try another night?" No fucking way. I text back, telling her I'm running late myself and that it'd be cool to meet up since I'm already on my way. She says that's good, and so we stick with the meet-up. I knew switching to another night would introduce the risk of a flake so I was trying to avoid that. We meet up at the coffee shop around 9:15, and I finally get to see what she looks like. Last night, I was pretty buzzed when I met her so I didn't really pay attention to the details of dhat countenance. She looks like Zooey Deschanel except her hair is dyed bright red and she's got lots of tats. We leave the coffee shop as coffee shops are lame as fuck and go to a bar instead. A little alcohol never hurts to induce the horniness. We grab a couple of drinks. She pays the first round. I pay the second. When we're almost finished with our second drink, my mind's on the prize, and I pull my go-to line: "Do you like movies?" Of course she says yes ('cause who the fuck doesn't like movies?) so I follow up with my follow-up line: "Would you want to watch one right now?" She asks which movie, and I say the same one I always say: Superbad. We leave the bar, and, as we're passing one of the bars I usually frequent, we run into the bouncer who's always there and who I've come to be acquainted with. It turns out she also knows him from some time or another. He hooks it up with free shots since he knows both of us and keeps saying we look good together. Doesn't he know I only want to bang her and nothing more? We finish our shots, and I immediately steer the interaction back to the objective. We leave the bar, get in her car, and she drives the 15-minute drive back to my cribbo. As soon as we pull up though, she's second-guessing coming up. I try to persuade her. She says she has to work early in the morning, and that she knows what will happen if she comes up. She goddamn better know what's gonna happen! I am the animal! I start making out with her as fuck and end up sucking on her breasteses. I try to rub up her crotch too, but she isn't game on getting fingerfucked at the time. I'm unable to persuade her to come up, but we make plans to chill again on Thursday. I go upstairs, try to get Fat Ass chick to come over as it's not that late in the night, but she's at home in bed watching novelas and shit so she ain't down. We make plans for her to come over tomorrow night though. I fall asleep without busting a nut and saving up for another night.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014
As I wrote in the last post, I had made plans with Fat Ass chick to hangout today. She showed up around 8 p.m. We chilled, cuddled, and watched Mama on HBO. Terrible movie. I don't usually watch shit movies, but you gotta do what you gotta do to get in between dhem legs. After that piece of shit two-star movie went off, I realized I had to get to business (Enso had texted me during my beta cuddling session and said he had two girls lined up.) so I just started making out with chick and game was game. I hit that shit from the back with the lights on, how I always do. And let me tell you, that ass really is glorious. If this chick were only taller--she's really short--I'd invest a little bit of whatever I have left to invest. But whatever. Fuck it. After Fat Ass chick was finished getting dicked down, she knew what was up. I asked her what her plans were for the night. She got the hint, and I walked her fat ass out.

Game.

I met up with Enso at our usual game spot. We mobbed to one of our regular bars, but there wasn't much going on. A two set sitting at the bar. That was it. One of the girls was a'ight, but neither one of us opened. We hit up another one of our regular bars, a country bar--terrible music, but it's always crowded. There were a few sets, but I didn't open shit as I was being a little sober pussy bitch. I got a text from Zooey Deschanel (the girl from last night. I'm giving her this nickname to make it easier to keep track.), asking how my day was. I replied and asked her what she was up to. She said she was at work for a little while longer. I asked her if she wanted to hangout afterward, and she agreed 'cause she wanted God's tip.

She hit me up a little while later and said that she was off work and on her way to my place. I bounced from Enso at the bar, which was sad for me to do because I wanted to game more. I opened one set that I had been eying on my way out. The girl I was targeting kept touching my shoulder and hip, but she wouldn't give me her number. Whatever. I drove back home and Zooey Deschanel was already there. We went up into my apartment. Immediately I went into the bathroom and changed into sport shorts. Then I put on Superbad and asked chick if she wanted a beer. Alcohol never hurts to induce the horniness. We watched Superbad for about 30 minutes. Then I got tired of wasting time and started making out with her. I was feeling her up, sucking on her pierced niblets, and palming her ass inside her pants. I fingered her for about three seconds, then she pulled out my hand and so began the token fucking resistance. I backed up but continued to makeout with her and feel her up. Then I went to take off her shirt. She wouldn't let me so I again backed up but continued making out and feeling her up. I tried to finger again, but got my hand removed. Backed up. Kept going. I was getting annoyed so I got naked to speed up that shit. But nope, didn't work. I told her to kiss my body. She did, but wouldn't give no dome. After a while, I got tired of fucking around. At this point in the game, LMR has gotten so fucking old to me. Almost every time I lay a chick for the first time, I encounter it, and this one was putting up an especially large amount. Guess she didn't want God's tip after all. I tried one more time and asked her to at least give me an HJ, but she wasn't down. "I've already done the hookup, one-night stand thing." (She's 25 btw.) "I'm feel like I'm at the age where I need to start looking for something more." Oh. My. God! Just leave. PLEASE!! I bullshitted and tried to get philosophical and use logic on why we should just get naked right there, in the sheets I had fucked Fat Ass chick on less than four hours before, and have rough, sweaty, animalistic sex, but of course logic never works when it comes to chicks so she wasn't having any of it. I told her we should hangout another night. She looked disappointed and said she liked cuddling with me, but I was like, yeah, never gonna happen, chica. She texted me after she left, apologizing for not giving up the goods, but I didn't respond. I fell asleep annoyed as dick.

Thursday, March 20, 2014
Well players, another pretty successful night of game. Did I get the lay? No. Am I the man? Yes. My wing Enso (member144625.html) and I started off the night around 9 p.m. in our usual gaming part of town. It was initially pretty slow. We crashed one of our regular bars, the one where bouncer homie hooked it up with a free shot two days ago. We bumped fists with him on our way in. We've been working on getting to know and making friends with the bouncers/bartenders at the bars we frequent. It adds social proof and you never know when they'll hook it up with something--free drinks, free cover, cutting the line, stuff like that. The bar was pretty slow at the time. Enso spotted a bartender he's been trying to get at. I had no advice to offer on gaming her as I've never pulled a bartender myself. (That's an area I'll have to focus on someday.) We held up as Enso debated opening her. A random plastered dude opened us and talked for a while. I wish I could get that drunk; my game would be on fire! We held up until Zooey Deschanel (see yesterday's post) walked in. I didn't want to talk to her so we bounced.

We hit another one of our regular bars, but it was also dead at the time. We left there and went to yet again another venue. It was super dead, but I figured I might as well order a drink since they were offering penny shots with every drink copped. As we chilled at the bar, Enso brought up the idea of adopting RSD Jeffy's five-approaches-a-night-or-you-get-punched-in-the-arm-by-your-wing concept. It sounded like a good idea to me. We modified it a little. Our rule from now on is that each of us has to approach three sets at every venue we go to and at least one set on the street as we're switching venues. It can be any set--all girls, mixed sets, all dudes, a bartender, a bouncer, a fucking men's room attendant, it doesn't matter. We hypothesized that this would not only make us more social, which is never a bad thing, but that it would also amp our states. So we started opening the few sets there were at the dead-ass club. Enso actually got opened by these track runners who are in town for the weekend. I opened one of the bouncers by jokingly asking where all the girls were at. Then I opened a mixed two set--looked like straight up tweakers but it didn't matter--on the bar patio. They were actually really nice and even wanted to bounce with me to another venue. I didn't desire anything close to mobbing with them so I went to the bathroom and peaced out. I met up with Enso again who was talking to the track runners. We were introduced to one dude in the group, and he wanted to buy us drinks. I was game for that. We talked to the runners for a while. Enso got one of their numbers, and we made plans to maybe meet up on Saturday, before they leave town, to game with them. By this point, my state was starting to get fucking amped. That three-opens-a-venue rule was working really well. I had one more open to do so on the way out I opened a dude who was sitting by himself at the bar, talked to him for a while, and even got his FB. Awwwwwww.

We went back to one of our regular bars because we had to meet a dude Enso picked up a few weeks ago--I'll call him Smith--and who we've been kind of coaching. When we first met him, he told us he had problems talking to girls. He's nerdy-looking, but he's going for a PhD in physics so the dude's got intellect on his side. We want to get him a makeover and turn him into a lay machine. As we rolled up to the bar's line, we spotted him on the patio. And that motherfucker was in a two set! I admire the dude's courage. From having gone from saying he couldn't talk to girls to being in a two set--that's solid progression. All of you reading this who have problems opening sets, take note. We saw him bounce out of the set without pulling a number, but that's okay. At least he opened them and hooked them for a little while.

We got in the bar, which was packed by that time. I was feeling in-state after having successful opens with the sets at the last bar so I went up to the first girl I saw. She was dancing on the dance floor. I went up to her and shouted, "You!", while pointing my finger at her. I told her I wanted to dance with her and just started doing it. We grinded for maybe two minutes, then I turned her around. I looked her in the eye, leaned in, and started making out with her. First K-close of the night and 70th this year. After we madeout, I told her to give me her number but she said she couldn't for whatever reason. I didn't give a fuck. I was in goddamn state! So I bounced to look for more girls.

Enso was on the patio talking to a chick. I spotted the girl's friend sitting by herself nearby. I went up to her and told her she looked bored. It turns out she's visiting from Delaware for the weekend. I told her I wanted to dance with her, grabbed her hand, and led her to the dance floor. (I had decided tonight that I wasn't going to ask for anything, that I was just going to lead. And since I was in state, I felt like I could get away with anything.) We grinded on the dance floor. The chica could NOT dance. Shortly thereafter I spotted Enso dancing with the chick's friend. I madeout with my girl. I saw Enso makeout with his girl. Game. My girl suddenly walked away as we were dancing. I didn't sweat it because I wanted to get away myself and game.

I went outside on the patio and bumped into Smith. He opened a set--I think it was mixed but I can't remember. I really do admire the dude's drive. As I was walking back inside, someone grabbed my arm. I turned around, and it turned out to be this cute girl I've known since undergrad and who I've had a crush on for the last two-and-a-half years. I studied alone with her at her place once while we were in undergrad and I went on one date with her last semester. Both times I was being a little AFC beta bitch and didn't try to even K-close. But now I'm a fucking animal so I was gonna go for that shit no matter what. I told her I wanted to dance with her, grabbed her hand, and led her to the dance floor (exactly the way I had done with the previous girl). I saw Enso as I was walking to the dance floor. My girl was also holding her girl friend's hand so I told Enso to dance with the friend. We grinded the girls. After a few minutes, I told my chick I had to meet some friends. As I was ejecting, I told her to give me three kisses. I kissed both of her cheeks, then told her one on the lips. She did, just a peck. I said again. She did, but still just a peck. I said na-na, and told her to give some tongue for a second. I leaned in and madeout with her.

Game.

Enso and I mobbed out to the patio. I felt in state as fuck. We spotted Smith, and again he was in set. He was talking to a lone girl. As we observed the encounter, some dude rolled up and starting talking to the two of them. Being the good wings we are, we immediately rolled in to deflect the CBer. It turns out Enso actually knew the dude. Smith's chick was ejecting out of set. I told him to get her number. He grabbed her hand as she was walking away and asked for it. I was out of ear shot so I couldn't hear how he did it. He wasn't able to get it, but he straight up had the courage to ask. I really admire the dude's drive.

Enso and I bounced from the bar and went to another. I went up to the very first girl I saw on the dance floor and again shouted, "You!", and pointed at her. I told her I was going to dance with her, turned her around, and started grinding on her. After about a minute of grinding, I turned her around, made eye contact, and leaned in. We madeout. Do you guys see how fucking easy this shit is? I told her I was going to take her home. She said she didn't think I could handle her, and I told her to try me. We madeout and grinded again. After a few minutes, she said she'd be right back. That worked for me because I wanted to game, but at the same time, it was getting close to closing time and I had to make up my mind: either I was going to continue gaming or I was going to try to take her home. I bounced from her for a few minutes, then I saw her at one of the VIP tables. I reopened, but she acted like she didn't know me. She wouldn't even make eye contact. Whatevs, beeyatch.

We called it a night as it was 2 by then. As we were chilling at Enso's car, Smith walked by. We talked to him and one of his homies for a while. I told him, as a general rule, to always try to kiss every girl you open, and if you can't do that, then try to get her number. As a last resort myself, I called my neighbor, the one I F-closed a while back. We had been texting earlier in the day, and she was out in another part of town. I told her to meet up with me when we got back to our apartment complex, but she was acting like a li'l biznitch. "You made me wait too long tonight." I don't even know what the fuck she was talking about as we had never made plans to meet anywhere at anytime tonight. "And you were giving me really rude looks the other day." I forgot to mention in last Sunday's FR (see the March 16th post) that I ran into her at a club and just gave her a thumbs-up and walked away. Haha. Little bitch. At this point, I don't have to tolerate any bitchiness as I have an abundance of girls. But, it's because of this abundance that I don't care. Any girl who's not down right then and there, it doesn't bother me because I know I can just call another girl or make plans to see one at another time. I don't take any of this shit seriously anymore. I really don't care. I hung up from her and called the girl I K-closed tonight, the one I had a crush on for the last two-and-a-half years. She said she was at home in bed. I told her to invite me over. That we could watch movies and cuddle. But she said she was cuddling her passed out girl friend. I told her to give me her couch, that my friend was taking a girl back to my place (a lie) and that I needed a place to sleep. But she said her other girl friend was sleeping on the couch. She said she'd be down to grab happy hour drinks tomorrow though so we'll see if she flakes or not. I got home and went to sleep. I was satisfied with everyone's performance tonight.

Overall night: four K-closes (which puts me at 73 total so far this year), zero n-closes (Wow, I didn't pay attention until now that I didn't pull any numbers. That's a first.), zero lays. But decent overall.

Things to learn from this:

Apply the three-approaches-per-venue rule. Open at least three sets at each venue you go to. They can be any sets: girls, guys, mixed, workers, whatever. This makes you more social and amps your state. Plus, it makes your night a lot more fun. Just talking to a lot of people is fun. Try it out and see for yourself. It never hurts making friends, especially at venues you go to often. You never know what kind of connections random people can lead to.

Don't ask but lead. When you want to dance with a girl, tell her you're going to dance with her and start doing it. When you want to kiss a girl, look her in the eye and lean your face into hers. When you want to bounce a girl somewhere, grab her hand and lead her where you want to go. This helps you avoid rejection. Don't give the girl a chance to say no.

Until tomorrow, players, peace.

Sick.

Friday, March 21, 2014
I got invited to a classmate's birthday party tonight, but I blew that shit off to game. As I've said many times before, pretty much the only people I'm interested in hanging out with now are dudes who are into PU and girls I want to fuck. I don't know what's become of me.

The chick from last night, the one I had a crush on for the last two-and-a-half years, flaked. She said she was staying at her girl friend's place, helping her because she just had reconstructive surgery on her maxilla.

I mobbed out Jason Derulo tonight (solo). Enso gave up a Friday night to day two his Delaware chick from the night before. I gave him my apartment key so that he could get in the lay. Check out his FR thread if you want to see the details of that encounter: my-journey-to-becoming-the-icy-zen-master-vt175877.html.

I hit one bar that has an open rooftop and overlooks the street where all the bars are at. I bought a drink and went onto the patio. It was kind of dead at the time (It was still early.), but there was a lone girl--a short, pretty blonde wearing a leather jacket--leaning on the parapet (I really did just use that word, you motherfuckers.) smoking a cigarette. I took the open chair next to her. Almost immediately she turned to me and asked why I was by myself. I said my go-to line when I get this question: "I don't have any friends." We talked for a while. She is in town from L.A. for the weekend on a work trip. She asked if I knew of any country bars oddly enough, which there happens to be a popular country bar down the road from the rooftop bar. She said she wanted to go there. She was with two other friends--a girl and a guy--but she said she could meet up with them later. This chick straight up wanted the D. She grabbed my hand and said let's go to the country bar.

We mobbed out, and, as we were leaving, she said she needed to go back to her hotel room to get money. My mind immediately percolated. I asked where it was, and she said it was nearby. We walked one direction, trying to look for it, but her drunk ass couldn't remember where it was. I thought I put it together and knew where it was (I know of a hotel that fit the description she gave.). I was just about to lead her in that direction when one of her friends called. Goddamn it. They were on their way to the country bar and told her to meet them there. So I got dragged along to the fucking country bar, or, rather, I led her there as I knew the way. Before we got there though, I stopped her on the street, hugged her tightly, looked her in the eye, and leaned in to makeout with her. First K-close of the night. When we got inside, I had my mind made up that I wanted to ditch her to game. I know it goes against what some PUAs say--that you have to invest more time in sets to get the lay--but I get bored if I spend more than five minutes in a set, especially when it's early in the night. I told chick I had to go to the bathroom and just went out on the patio to look for one of my wings who said he was also there. I couldn't find him so I bounced.

I hit up one of my regular bars, and from then on I initiated the three-approaches-per-venue-and-one-on-the-street concept Enso and I adopted last night. I approached a lot of sets at that bar. I saw two dudes sitting on the patio drinking their beers. I asked them if they knew game and told them I was about to open a two set that was standing nearby. They were straight up little pussies though. I was trying to help those fools out, but they said they were just having a chill night and wanted to sit alone together, depressed, miserable, and drink their beers. Those fools have not gotten laid by anything more than a regular girl in the past two years. I bounced from them and opened the two set on the patio. I told one I was going to dance with her for four seconds, grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the dance floor. I grinded her as her friend danced alone and attempted to K-close, but she gave me the cheek. I got her number and told her I'd take her for coffee sometime.

I bounced out of set, walked no more than 10 feet and started dancing with another girl. I wanted to rub it in that chick's face for not K-closing me. Long story short, I also went for the K-close with this girl, but she wouldn't do it either so I got her number and bounced back to the patio. I ran into Smith. He was by himself. I asked him if he was ready for game, and he enthusiastically said, "I want to game!" I forgot to mention in yesterday's post that the dude has a thick Indian accent so hearing him say this cracked me up. We opened a three set on the patio. These chicks were not down. Smith was holding down the set though. I told one I wanted to dance with her, but she wasn't down. So I told Smith it was a dead set, and we bounced out. I ran into the first girl I tried to K-close who had rejected me and reopened her. I talked for a while as Smith briefly talked to her friend. I wanted to get away to game though so I told her I'd see her soon, gave her a hug, and tried to K-close again. Didn't happen.

I lost Smith amid the crowded dance floor but then saw him a few minutes later dancing with the girl I fucked a few weeks ago and ditched at the bar. I told him to makeout with her, and he nodded his head and smirked. Hahahaha.

I bounced to go game. I went to another bar that I don't usually go to. It was dead, but I still did my three approaches. I went to the bathroom. As I washed my hands, the men's room attendant was checking out some girl on the dance floor. I asked which one, and he said the one in the white shorts with the fat ass. I turned to look, and, sure enough, the chick had a fat ass. I had to show that fucker game. I walked out of the restroom, went straight up to the chick, and seriously told her, "I'm going to grind with you RIGHT NOW!" (I pointed my finger at the ground when I yelled RIGHT NOW.) She laughed, and I started grinding her. After a while, I realized I had to bounce to game other sets. I turned her around, looked her in the eye, and madeout with her. I grabbed her number and peaced out.

I went to a bar that I never go to. By that time, the lines were long at all the bars I usually go to so I said fuck it. There was a five dollar cover, but I told them Tyler said I could get in for free. I knew a dude who worked there over a year ago who used to let me in free when I was still going there. They looked at me as fuck so I said I'd pay. I only had my card and didn't have any cash though so the girl said to just go in. The joint was packed, but it's a pretty ghetto club, and I didn't feel like grinding my dick against any ratchet hoes' asses. I did spot one tall hottie though. I opened, told her I was going to dance with her. She wasn't really vibing with me so I bounced. I went to the dance floor. A girl was dancing by herself. I walked up to her with open arms and said I loved her. I hugged her and told her I was going to marry her. She laughed and said it's too early for that. I danced with her, told her to put her number in my phone, and madeout with her on ejection.

It was close to closing time at this point. I texted the first girl I madeout with tonight, the one I ditched at the country bar. I asked where she was, and she said she was back at her hotel. I asked if she wanted to grab a nightcap, and she said she's married. I don't know if this is true or not, but I hope it is. It's been a goal of mine to ruin as many marriages as I can. I'm a terrible man.

I received a text from the girl I fucked and ditched a few weeks ago, the one I saw Smith dancing with. Her face is nasty, but her body is good so I figured aw fuck it, I can re-hit. I told her to hurry up and meet me at the light rail so that we could go back to my place. She knows the drill. She showed up. We headed back. I met up with Enso outside my complex. He gave me my key, and I asked him if he hit. He said he didn't. I felt bad.

I took chica upstairs, changed into sport shorts, turned on the TV, and got to business. I hit that shit from the back with the lights on, and afterward she told me I was the rudest guy she'd ever met. Haha. She was still tripping over the fact that I took her to a bar and left her. She said it took her nearly an hour to find her car and that she had to have the parking lot security help her find it. My god, I'm horrible! I didn't care because I got my lay. I cuddled her as much as I could allow myself to cuddle her and fell asleep.

Overall night: three K-closes (which puts me at 76 total so far this year), one F-close from a girl who's already on the list, and I believe five phone numbers. Also, just realized I've madeout with 20 girls in the past seven days. I am a god.

Beautiful once again.

Saturday, March 22, 2014
What's up, players. So I got out of bed this morning around 10 a.m., groggy as fuck, somewhat hungover, eyes blood red 'cause I didn't take out my contacts last night. I stumbled the two feet from my bed to the bathroom (I live in a studio.) to take a piss. I came back out of the bathroom and something felt kind of off. Then it hit me. The girl. From last night. She was gone! Haha. I looked in my closet to make sure she wasn't hiding, and she wasn't. The PUA gods once again cast a blessing hand through the means of enabling her to have enough class to avoid the morning after. I was satisfied and ate a bowl of Lucky Charms.

I met up with Enso around 9:15 in our usual gaming part of town. We met up at one of our regular joints to pregame. It's a bar/restaurant. I high fived a two set on the street before getting there so as to meet the new rule we adopted, which is to open at least one set apiece while we're bouncing between venues. As Enso and I chilled on the bar's patio, we knew we both had to meet the other end of the rule, which is to open three sets apiece at each venue we're at. I spotted one girl on the patio who I knew. She's this busty redhead ginger who was in my Honors writing class in college. She thought I was a genius when we were in class together (which she right to think). Easy open. As she walked by, on her way out with her girl friend, I high fived her and told her we had a class together. She remembered who I was. We talked briefly. I lied and said I knew the owner at a bar she was headed to and that I could hook it up with free drinks. I got her number, which I don't care about because she's not hot. I got it to just be social.

We mobbed to the indoor bar. There were two older dudes sitting at it. I high fived one of them, a dude who looked like Danny Trejo no joke and talked to him and his friend for maybe thirty seconds. They were actually really nice. Enso and I took seats at the bar. There was a dude sitting alone to my left. I started talking to him, and Enso said I stole his set. Haha. That was three for me. As we sat at the bar, two other guys came in. I think they said they were in town to watch spring training games or something. They started talking to Enso. I don't remember if he opened them or if they opened him. They were cool dudes and ended up buying Enso and me three drinks each. They kept saying they could tell we had mad game, and the bartender who we always see and talk to chimed in and confirmed that we actually did. Apparently she's seen me bring multiple girls back to the bar at the end of the night. I actually don't remember doing such a thing anytime recently, but maybe she's seen me during my day twos 'cause I typically bounce my girls there on weekdays. I talked to her and asked what she was doing the rest of the night. She said she had to work till 3 so she wasn't going to be able to go out. I said at one point during our conversation that we should exchange numbers and meet up on one of her nights off to party, but I don't think she heard me as all the homies at the bar were talking too loudly at the time. The two dudes we met said they wanted to check out a bar where girls were. The young dude said he wanted to meet some girls while he's in town, and we were down to mob with them as we're always down to make new friends and game with new dudes. Plus, free drinks the whole night is not a bad proposition.

We bounced to one of our regular bars, opening one set each as we did. The bar was pretty dead at the time. We lost the two guys somewhere in the bar. We missed out on more free drinks. Too bad. We did our three opens apiece. I don't remember the details of any of the opens. The homies from before had bought us two shots and a beer each so I was working on my little buzz at the time. Enso ran into his DE chick he's been dedicating his entire life to the past two days. The three of us bounced out of the bar. Enso and I opened one or two sets on the street, and we hit up another one of our regular spots, which had a decent crowd at the time. We went into the bar and started opening sets like mad men. Enso's girl must have thought we were awesome. I ran into Zooey Deschanel, the girl from the past few posts, talked to her for a minute, and kissed her on ejection. We ran into Smith, and we all started gaming. I don't remember the details of any of the opens though. Enso said he was going to take his chica back to her hotel, which I supported because I want the dude to get his tip wet. So I mobbed with Smith, and I felt like Papa PUA the entire time. It's actually a lot of fun to game with a dude you can teach. It makes you feel bad ass.

We wanted to check out another bar so we bounced. I believe I K-closed a girl before leaving. I can't remember for sure or the details of the interaction, but I know I pulled four K-closes tonight and I remember telling Smith that I had madeout with one girl before running into him. Not sure. We went to a bar that we sometimes go to. It didn't have a good crowd. I opened two different dudes on the patio, asking them if they knew game. They said they didn't know about PU specifically, but they enjoyed talking to girls. I opened one more set inside. I don't remember what happened. Smith and I bounced.

Smith is a goddamn animal. Seriously. He has like no AA and is down to talk to any girl, no matter if they're fat, disgusting beasts who shouldn't exist or super cute girls who should intimidate poor bastards like him. He opened a two set who was sitting at the bar's patio as we were walking by on the street. He was actually talking to the cuter girl in the set. I gamed the friend for a minute, but I was mostly watching Smith in my periphery. And his game was pretty solid. He's able to keep conversation going. (I told him in the past to just talk about whatever the fuck he wants to talk about.) I told him to K-close, and, as he's picked up my French goodbye trick by now, he went for it. I saw him attempt, but he got the cheeks. I jokingly asked the girl I was talking to why her friend was being stuck up, and she said, "Come on. Look at you. Then look at him." Ahhhh, shallow bitches. I number-closed my girl, then immediately started talking to Smith's girl. She was cuter. Plus, I wanted to show him how to do shit properly. I've told all my wings before that if they ever bitch out in front of me, that I will attempt to game their girls in front of them so that they will realize they should always take interactions as far as possible. I guess it's a form of motivation, and I've told Enso many times to do the same to me if I ever bitch out. I told Smith's girl to give me a hug. I hugged her tightly and didn't let her go. I told her she was so cute and that I loved her, that I was going to marry her one day and have four blonde babies with her (she was blonde). She laughed. I told her, as Smith watched, to give me three kisses. She had to realize that's some line or something as Smith had pulled the same exact lines. She gave me the cheeks too. (I guess my game is no better than Smith's.) But I was persistent and told her to kiss my cheek again. When she went for it, I pulled the Criss Angel stunt and turned my face. I landed one right on her lips, and she immediately pulled back, jokingly slapped my shoulder, and laughed. I told her we already did it and that we might as well do it for real this time. I leaned in and pecked her. She pecked back, then pulled back her head. I said na-na, more than that. She leaned in, and I madeout with her. I had to show Smith how it's done. I didn't number-close because I didn't give a fuck and wasn't thinking about anything more than showing Smith game so we ejected. We walked no more than 15 feet. There was another two set standing near the bar patio, but this time on our side of the handrail. I opened them. I forget what I said. I grabbed my girl's hand and just said I wanted to hold it because it looked soft. I looked her in the eye after a few seconds and told her I loved her, then I leaned in and madeout with her like that. I continued talking to her because Smith was talking to her friend, and I wanted to distract my girl from CBing him. As I held my girl's hand, someone walked past and pinched my arm. I turned to look, and it was Fat Ass chick. Uh-oh. Now she knows I have game! I think I number-closed my girl (I don't remember), and then Smith and I bounced.

We went to the popular country bar up the road. One of my other wings had texted me and said he was in the area. We met up with him. There wasn't much game to be had. A lot of mixed sets. I got my three approaches. I lost Smith and my other wing somewhere in the bar, and I went on the patio. I ran into one of my old friends, and he was with the redhead I talked to earlier. I figured what the fuck and decided I might as well get a makeout from her. But he told me she had a boyfriend and sure enough I saw her dancing and holding hands with some fucker. I ran into Smith and my other wing again, and we all mobbed out. My wing came up with the idea of hitting every bar on the little strip where everything is. (The country bar's at the end of the road where everything is.) Sounded like a good idea to me.

I don't know what happened though, but we lost him somewhere on the street. He loves to run solo and has a tendency to bounce a lot. Lol. I opened one girl on the street--again I can't remember the details of the interaction--and K-closed her. I didn't get her number because my phone was dead by that time. We headed back to one of the bars I regularly frequent. The line was long, and Smith told me he preferred to run street game. I loved him for saying that because I'm a big fan of street myself, and I don't feel like I get to run that much anymore. So we were going to spend the rest of the night on the street talking to random girls, but then, sure enough, Fat Ass chick rolled up. I grabbed her and hugged her and told her I loved her. This shit actually works pretty decently. If you want to establish quick kino, just grab the girl from the start, hug her, and don't let go. Be aggressive. Have the same conversation you would regularly have with her, but while the two of you are linked up. Fat Ass chick grabbed my hand and said she wanted to go to a bar with me and dance. She said she saw me making out with that girl earlier. I tried to play it off by saying I hadn't madeout with anyone. She wasn't buying it. But I guess that's a DHV? I considered bouncing from her but then realized I needed to fuck something at the end of the night. I slapped hands with one of the bouncers at our regular bar. He was standing nearby. Then we mobbed to the bar she wanted to go to. She was with one of her girl friends--who was not good--and two of her gay friends. We got into the bar. One of her gay friends bought the two of us a drink. Smith wanted to game still I think because he bounced away from us. I felt bad 'cause I wanted to game myself, but fuxx it. I danced with Fat Ass chick and madeout with her. She asked me at one point if I was going to fuck her at the end of the night, to which I nonchalantly said yeah. Closing time came around. She said goodbye to her friends who provided no resistance because, honestly, probably all three of those fuckers had a crush on me. We walked to the light rail that takes me home. At the light rail station, I ran into four of my classmates--three girls (all pretty cute actually) and one dude. I was glad they got to see me with my chick. That way they know my game's still tight. They've all seen me pull several girls in the past, and, as I don't really hangout with any classmates anymore, I want them to know each and every time we see each other that I have fucking mad game. I made sure to makeout with Fat Ass chick near them so that they could get a taste of game and continued to makeout with her as fuck on the light rail ride. Fat Ass chick said I was very popular, something Enso and I have been working on becoming, which felt to me like a DHV. I rubbed up her va-jay-jay on the ride home and continued making out with her.

We got off at my stop and walked backed to my apartment. She kept asking if I was going to fuck her once we got there. We arrived and went inside. I showed her my picture album. She said I was the most adorable little kid. I started making out with her, and it was an easy lay. I am in love with her ass. After we fucked, she was chilling in my bed naked. She asked me if it would be a good idea to become exclusive with one another. I unenthusiastically said I thought that would be a good idea. (I've told Enso several times that I will say fucking anything to a girl to get what I want. I will ask a girl out. I will tell a girl I love her. I will put eye drops in my eyes or go for a minute without blinking and force the tears out. But I will never actually commit. I merely do what it takes to receive my consistent lays, and game is game. I must admit I am a corrupt man.) She told me how much it bothered her seeing me makeout with that other girl. This chick is straight up in love with me. I really enjoy her company, and she's a very sweet girl, but I CANNOT settle down at this point, with any girl, so I feel bad if she's setting herself up to fall in love with me (which I'm pretty sure she already is). Naked as fuck, I cuddled dhat fat ass and fell asleep.

Overall night: four new K-closes (six K-closes total, but I'm not counting Zooey Deschanel or Fat Ass chick as they're already on the list) which puts me at 80 total so far this year, several numbers, and one F-close from my regular. Is a'ight, is a'ight.

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Sunday, March 23, 2014
So I woke up after about four hours because I had an exam this morning and I had to drop off Fat Ass chick. I madeout with her when I dropped her off, then sped home to study for the last two hours. I studied all of maybe 10 hours for this exam, which covered the last three weeks of material we've been supposed to be learning. Not good. Needless to say, I failed. Haha. I think I've been gaming maybe a little too hard lately. I'm not going to slow down with my game, but I'm going to start focusing on school again during the day time on the weekdays. Weekends and the occasional weekday night are preserved for game.

Anyway I felt kind of down after failing my exam, which fucked with me because I've been so in state lately and I didn't like feeling out of state at all, even if it were only a brief amount of time. I just told myself that nothing matters, on my Carl Sagan shit, that the universe is too big, and said fuck it, I've madeout with 22 different girls and fucked three in the past seven days.

I got ready to meet Enso after he was done with his fairytale weekend romance with Delaware chick (see it here: my-journey-to-becoming-the-icy-zen-master-vt175877.html). Word is, she left town tonight. I knew I was gonna have to monitor him on that suicide watch.

Lol. No game.

We met up in our usual game zone and adhered to the three-opens-per-venue-and-one-on-the-street concept. I ended up getting a free drink from some random dude Enso opened. Game?

The night was pretty dead so we decided to mob to another part of town. I had been texting my neighbor, the one I F-closed, and she said she was out there. We showed up, and shit wasn't much more popping than where he had come from. Enso ran into a chick he K-closed a few days ago. We hungout with her and her two dude friends for a while. Two of her girl friends showed up. I thumb wrestled with one and told her that whoever won had to buy the loser a drink. I went easy on her for this reason and let her win, but then she said that wasn't what I had said (drunk girl) so I wasn't able to cop a drink out of her. They all left. I guess Enso's chick had to take her drunk friends back home.

We went to a pizza parlor with them before they left and did our three opens apiece there. We've gotten to the point where we'll say fucking anything to anyone just to open something. There weren't any real sets though (i.e., girls) so there was no game to be had.

As we were leaving the pizza parlor, I ran into my neighbor...and she was holding some motherfucker's hand. I didn't say anything to her at the time, but when she came back out of the parlor after about 30 seconds she was by herself and I asked her how her night was going. She was being a little bitch, and then homie rolled back out. I shook his hand, then peaced out.

Enso drove me back to my pad. When we rolled up to my complex, I received a call from some random number. It turned out to be my neighbor. (I don't have her number saved in my phone.) She asked if I was still around the area, and I told her I was back at home. I told her to meet up with me when she got back, but she didn't seem down. Did I care that she was holding some other fool's hand? Fuck no. Do I care if she gets dicked down by a whole locker room? Nope. As I've said before, when it comes to girls anymore, I care about hardly anything. I simply want to have my abundance and don't care or pay attention to what they are doing on the side (or full-time for that matter ). Whatever. She wasn't down though so we hung up.

A few minutes later as Enso and I were having our routine end-of-the-night deep dialogue about game and life in general, he yelled out, "Game!", as he spotted a chick walking into my complex. I turned around, and sure enough it was my shameless neighbor. I hopped out of the car and followed her into our building. We got in the elevator, and I told her to come cuddle at my place. She was talking on the phone to one of her girl friends, and she wasn't down to come over. I got out of the elevator, went into my apartment, and fell asleep. No game.

Overall day: madeout with Fat Ass chick when I dropped her off, fucking bombed my exam, pulled no new K-closes, no new numbers. Weak. The exam was fucking with me.

Monday, March 24, 2014
So I had a meeting with my academic counselor this morning. It's mandatory that students have to meet with them if they fail a test. She asked me if everything was okay, and I wanted to tell her that everything is GREAT. I wanted to tell her how fucking awesome my life has been the past few weeks, that it's because my life has been so awesome in fact that I didn't even study and therefore failed my exam. I wanted to explain to her how medical school is interfering with my mad game, and not the other way around. But I don't think any of that would have gone over well so I held my tongue like a little bitch.

I'm scheduled for a retake exam on Friday, and I have to retake BOTH exams for this past block since it's "very important information". So I have to cram six weeks of material into four days of studying. FML. After the meeting, I stocked up on enough fast food from a Mexican restaurant to last me a few days. Then I went to a gas station nearby, the one I always go to to buy my pregame beers and condoms, to buy ice cream and sports drinks. I hardly ever eat junk food (or even any food for that matter--except peanut butter), but I figured I'm gonna be locked in my apartment the next four days and I need energy to pull all-nighters. On a side note, today was like the first time I think I've ever gone to that gas station and purchased anything other than alcohol or condoms. So maybe the attendants will finally stop thinking of me as nothing more than an alcoholic sex addict. Lol. (Probably not though.) But whatever, as I pulled out of the gas station parking lot, I did spot a cute girl sitting at the bus stop who made eye contact with me in the driver's seat. Immediately, naturally, my mind shouted, "STOP! STOP THE CAR! Ask her if she wants a ride! Ask her if she wants a ride!" But then I sadly realized I had to get home to study. Goddamn medical school. It's fucking with my game!

Anyway I'll be out of commish until Friday. I'm planning on not even leaving my apartment till then. I'm seriously starting to already feel the withdrawals from game. Take comfort knowing that I'm going to hit it harder than ever when I reemerge this weekend. Until then, players, make me proud.

Should have gamed the counselor...

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Game doesn't exist.

SMH at all that horseshit you are putting in your body. lol. You may need to detox after you are done before returning out to the field. State killing nutrients fa sho