Thursday, April 17, 2014
Wassup, players? So, as I had mentioned in yesterday's post, I had two day twos lined up today, as well as meet-ups with Fat Ass chick and Dental Student. My day twos flaked. Big fucking surprise. I debated flaking on Fat Ass chick myself because I wanted to game, but she doesn't deserve that (She's a nice girl.) so I went ahead and told her to come over as planned. She showed up at 7:30. Prompt as fuck. We were planning on seeing Transcendence. We drank a few beers at my place, then headed to the theater. (It's a five-minute walk from my place.) We saw the movie (which is a COMPLETE piece of shit btw. Do NOT see it. I checked the fucking reviews this morning and even knew that it was a piece of shit. Fuck was I thinking walking into the theater? I should have just banged Fat Ass as usual and peaced. But whatever.). I tried to finger Fat Ass chick in the theater, but she wouldn't let me. We madeout.

Seeing this weakass movie with Fat Ass chick did reveal something to me once and for all. In the past, I would have thought it felt sooooooo good to go to a movie with a chick. Like I was spending time with a girl, a human being I actually liked, a human being that could stir up an emotion like no one else. You know how fucking soft and smooth girls are? How fucking sweet they smell? It was like that Einstein quote on relativity: "When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity." yadayadayada. Nowadays I can't get excited by any shit like that. I can't get excited by any girl in fact, unless I'm dickfucking or tonguefucking her down. I sat through this shitty-ass movie, bored as fuck, wishing I were out gaming. I don't know if it's what my life has come to, as a result of gaming or as a result of being in my 20s, but whatever the fuck it is, I'm sure glad as fuck that I finally kicked that bitchass oneitis potential to the side for good. I can't get attached to any goddamn girl anymore. Fucking animal!

After the movie, we walked back to my place. We drank a beer. Then I fucked her. On and on and on and on. Game. I got dressed afterward and asked for a ride to my usual gaming spot. It was around 10:30 at the time, and Enso was out.

She gave me a ride. I kissed her goodbye, then went to meet up with Enso who was running game with Smith. I walked into the bar where they were. They were in set with two blonde girls. I hung back and peeped game. I noticed Smith leaned in too much. It's a rookie error, but he's learning. They were in set for maybe five minutes after I got there, then the chicks went to a table they had. I saw some motherfucker roll in on them, and I knew it was over. Had it have been me who was gaming, I would have madeout with both dhem hoez. I will make Enso and Smith goddamn animals.

Smith wanted to open three more sets before bouncing. I'd wing. Sure enough he opened three more, without the fucking slightest bit of hesitation. They were all dead though, unfortunately. The last set, he and Enso opened. It was a four set. I picked one girl and had to show up motherfuckers. At this point, I know what I'm doing. I walked up to chica, put my arms around her, and told her I loved her. She laughed. I said we were going to have a conversation until our friends were done talking, but that we were gonna have the conversation while hugging. She was a receptive girl, but there wasn't much to be had with her. I just wanted to look cool in front of Enso and Smith. Plus, it feels good to physically link up with a girl. No harm done. I number-closed her and went for the K, but I got dhose cheeks again.

We bounced out of the bar. We hit up one of our regular go-tos. Enso spotted some chick he's been talking to. Apparently I madeout with the chick's friend on St. Paddie's. I saw the friend and did not recognize her whatsoever. Enso told me to wing so I said, "Let's do dhis." I opened the chick by telling her I madeout with her on St. Paddie's. I think she was high as fuck. She was looking all over the place and seemed really lazy. There was a huge stench of weed in the place at the time too. I talked to her. Two dudes were standing by her as I did, then another rolled in. She was fucking swarmed by dudes. Did that phase me? Fuck no! When I'm in set, I'm in set. I don't break eye contact or react to my surroundings at all. Anyway I went for the K, got the cheeks, said fuck this, and bounced. Enso lost his girl somewhere. We saw her on the patio a few minutes later as we were leaving. She was talking to a lot of motherfuckers. Enso tried to K, but I think got shut down. Enso, Smith, and I bounced.

One homie who we've been talking to (member139237.html) was throwing a party. We were trying to bounce the girls there, but after they blew out, we bounced on our own. We hit the party and chilled for a minute. When we walked out of the party, there was a lone chick walking down the hallway in our direction. I said fuck yeah, game time! I high fived the fuck out of her and didn't let go of her hand. One tactic I use btw, when I'm interested in a girl, is high fiving and not letting go of her hand. Immediately shout "Hand hug!" and then say, "Okay, now a real hug," and hug her. Have a conversation with her while you're hugging. It works most of the time. That's what I did. I had her against the wall, and, in less than a minute (probably around the 40-second mark), I leaned in and started making out with her. Enso and Smith stood by and watched proper game. They've never seen this much game before. Enso said something, and the chick broke her concentration: "Your friends are watching!" I number-closed really quickly to deflect her attention. Then I started making out with her again. Within five seconds of making out, I put my hand under her skirt and starting rubbing that va-jay-jay outside her panties. Enso and Smith were thinking Holy MOTHERfuck, VP's got GODDAMN game! But then Enso, for whatever reason, said something like, "Yo, we leaving soon?" Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! It again broke chick's concentration, and she said that my friends were still watching. She rolled out after that. Ah, right before the fingerbang! Enso, YOU uncalibrated motherfucker!! Fuck L.A. and downing that bitch's drink. My shit's ALWAYS calculated, even if it doesn't seem like it. Ahhhhhhh, my own wing fucked me!

I had to take a breather, accept reality, and admit that g is g. I had to let go of the fact that I was so, sooooo close to getting my finger wet, warm, and stinky--and possibly getting my D too as a follow-up. Looking back on it, I should have just bounced chica the way I usually would have, and taken her to Adonis's party. It was right there. I could have fucked her in homie's bathroom. What was I thinking?! Goddamn alcohol. It gives me the rawness but sometimes fucks with my acuity.

Gah. Enso felt pretty bad afterward. I had to lecture him a little bit on the subject of never cockblocking your own wing. It's okay. One day my grandson will blossom into a monster.

We jetted out of the apartment complex where the party was and hit one spot that's usually popping on Thirsty Thursdays. I know a bartender there, and he hooked it up with a free drink. There weren't any sets inside though. So we decided to bounce. I opened a two set outside the bar. I don't remember what happened, but they blew out. Fuck y'all bitchez.

We bounced back to our usual part of town and hit one of our late-night bars. I opened some chick wearing a blue shirt on the patio. I think I hugged her again. I don't remember though. I got her number and pecked her goodbye. I tried to makeout with her, but she wouldn't do it. Still counts though. Enso was talking to Blue Shirt's short, chubby friend. I told him to K-close. I was trying to get revenge on him for blowing me out earlier. All in all, he ended up getting her number. Then he pecked that fat slut goodbye. I think he liked it.

At the very end of the night, I opened a three set. Perfect. Three of them. Three of us. I held down my girl. Her friend was bitchy. I number- and K-closed my chick. But just a peck. I said, "No! Tongue for one second!" She was about to, but then her bitchy friend yelled, "No!" and punched me in the arm. LOL! Dirty-ass.

Enso took me back to my pad. He was talking to that fat girl he K-closed, Blue Shirt's friend. She seemed like she was down to hangout, and she was still with Blue Shirt. Fuck yeah. Let me get it in! But then she stopped texting. Gadagadagadagada. She probably texted Enso on his way home, and he probably went over there and raw dogged her fatass. Ahhhhhhh!

I went upstairs to sleep and had nightmares about Turi Giuliano being betrayed by Gaspare Pisciotta.

Overall day: fucked Fat Ass chick, scored three K-closes (which puts me at 96 total so far this year), almost fingerbanged a chick. Game is game. Tomorrow. Friday. Will be pimp.

Friday, April 18, 2014
Ah. Gamety gamety game. I woke up after three hours of sleep and had to prepare a presentation. I wrote all of my slides in 30 minutes, then headed to school to present. I gave the fucking shittiest goddamn presentation, and I was still a little drunk, but fuck it game is game. You do what you have to do when you have to do it.

I went back home, crashed the fuck out. Woke up around 5, hit the gym, then got ready to go meet up with the chick I fucked last Friday (see the April 11th post). We met at my go-to bar two blocks over. I showed up 20 minutes late. She was wearing this long green dress, which looked pretty good on her. We went inside the bar and got a drink. We chilled there longer than I wanted to, about an hour-and-a-half. She wouldn't shut the fuck up about school. Goddamn. I kept changing the topic, but she still reverted back to that shit. She's a tad boring in general, but whatever. I just wanted to hit again.

At the end of the meet-up, we paid our tabs, then walked out. I asked if she liked movies. She said yup. We walked back to my place. She didn't wanna drive 'cause she had been drinking. I got her inside, put on Limitless, and started making out with her. Easy game. I hit, lights on. Game over.

She gave me a ride to our usual gaming zone. I met up with Enso and his promoter buddy. Dude's a chill guy and is down for game. We met up with our other wing, Consistency (member150994.html). We all drank a little at one of our restaurants, then bounced to start gaming.

We hit one of our regular bars and ran into Smith and another one of our homies who we call Linkin Park (the dude looks like a buffed up, tatted version of Mr. Hahn). We wanted to game with him, but he was chilling with his new girlfriend. He told me and Enso that we're both pretty alpha and that we have more game than anybody he knows. Fuck yeah!

Enso, Consistency, Smith, Enso's promoter buddy, and I all walked around the bar for maybe 15 minutes. The place was packed, but there weren't any decent sets so we peaced out and hit another one of our regular bars. Same story there.

It was now around 1 a.m., and I hadn't scored anything. We hit our regular country bar (again, fucking terrible music, but it's always packed). I bought myself and Enso's promoter buddy a beer at the bar. He recognized some girl he knows. She was tall, thin, hot. Game. She had a friend who looked a little cockblocky. I told Enso to wing the friend. I think he tried and failed so he rolled out. Noooooo! He left me! Fuck it. I told Enso's promoter buddy to wing, and he was down. He talked to the friend for a minute. All I needed. I started dancing with my chick right at the bar. I turned her around and started making out with her like that. Goddamn. I'm too pimp. I grabbed her number and peaced.

The group split up. I think Enso was by himself. Consistency was with Smith, and I was mobbing with Enso's promoter buddy. Homeboy and I walked outside to the patio to grab a smoke. I was pretty fucking faded by this point so I don't remember everything else that transpired, but I know that I opened and K-closed two random-ass hoochies somewhere in the bar. I number-closed them too, but I do not remember the details whatsoever. Fuck it.

Promoter homie and I mobbed back inside. I ran into some chick who knew Enso. He K-closed her a while back. I don't know how the fuck I recognized her. She may have told me she knew Enso or something. I don't know. I think she asked where Enso was, but I told her not to worry about it. I knew what I had to do. I grabber her and hugged her, then told her we were gonna talk that way. I told her to put her number in my phone, and she did. Then, just out of spite, just to show up Enso's BITCHASS, I told her on ejection, "Three kisses! On the cheek!" I kissed her cheeks, then turned her head toward me and K-closed. Hahahahahaha. FUUUUCK ENSO!

Just playing. He's my dude.

Ah, it did feel pretty good to K-close Enso's chick, but then I found myself thinking afterward Wait a minute. Enso already K-closed this bitch! What the FUCK! I K-closed his nasty sloppy seconds! Is that no game? Or is game game? I don't know anymore.

What's more, and what's really sad, is that this was my 100th K-close of the year. Nooooo! I had been wanting to save my 100th for something special, like some really hot chick or some girl I really connected with. Goddamn it. I wasted it on some nasty sloppy second ho.

I ran into Enso again who was chilling with some girl he tried to pull at my place a few months back. He was holding her hand. I again knew what I had to do. I walked up and hugged her. I think I said I loved her in her ear. Enso may have still been holding her hand. Lol. I told her to give me three kisses. I kissed dhem cheekz, then went for one on the mouth. She deflected it. Ahhhhhhh. Just give it up! You know you want it! Enso shed a little tear watching me attempt to K-close his girl. She wouldn't do it overall, but at least I tied Enso. (He pulled this chick to my apartment a while ago and didn't even K-close her. He got the cheeks at that time too!)

I lost Enso again and promoter homie but ran into Consistency. It was closing time so Consistency and I mobbed out to run Hail Mary. I didn't spot any proper game. Enso called me and said he was chasing chick, the one I had seen him with and tried to K-close. He called me a few seconds later and said no game. We all met up outside one of our go-to bars. We wanted to scope the fallout.

None really.

Smith bounced to go home. The rest of us started mobbing back to Enso's car. Consistency spotted some chick coming out of a bar and started talking to her. About two minutes in, Enso told me he wanted to rob. That slimy motherfucker! He rolled in and started talking to chick. I wouldn't rob Consistency, but I would DEFINITELY rob Enso given the chance so I said Wait a minute. Enso's gaming now. What the fuck am I doing sitting on the sidelines? The chick was wearing a shirt with a lot of cat faces on it. Enso was trying to guess how many cats were on it. I rolled in with mad game and shouted, "I love cats!" Then I hugged her to deflect Enso. We talked for a minute. I don't know what the fuck I said, but I always pretty much just spit out whatever pops into my head, similar to Tr@veler (member105474.html). The crew stood by and watched proper game. I told chick to put her number in my phone, which she did. Then I told her three kisses, kissed her cheeks, leaned in, and starting making out with her like that. I heard Enso yelling, "Watch it! Watch it!" I prolonged that shit and madeout with her for a while because I wanted my goddamn crew to know how lethal I am.

I bounced out. Consistency was sad because I stole his girl. Hahahahahaha. Ah! Sorry, Consistency! I wasn't trying to rob you, I swear. I was trying to rob Enso. Who just so happened to be trying to rob you! Lol. It turns out that Enso was yelling, "Watch it! Watch it!" to Consistency. I guess Enso wanted that shit to sting so as to teach proper game. Enso and I tell each other all the time that we have to watch and embrace any kind of robbery. It will sink in and make our game tighter in the end. I asked Enso if I had game after I stole both his and Consistency's chick, and he finally broke down and admitted: "You got game. You got game." Fuck yeah!

Enso, Consistency, promoter homie, and I all mobbed back to Consistency's pad. I noticed during the ride that I didn't have my debit card. Fuuuuuuck. We stopped at a gas station to get food. Enso copped me a sammich. I scarfed that motherfucker down at Consistency's pad. Consistency passed out on the floor. Promoter homie crashed on the couch. Enso and I had to literally carry Consistency to his bed. Lol. Enso and I talked game for a minute, then we passed out on the goddamn floor. I used one of Consistency's jackets as a fucking pillow. Ah. I should have fucked a girl in his bed!

Overall day: F-closed the chick from last Friday, K-closed five new girls (which puts me at 101 so far this year), pulled several numbers.

Saturday, April 19, 2014
Woke up at Consistency's place after about three hours of sleep when Enso's promoter buddy was talking on the phone loud as shit. My fucking side hurt from sleeping on the floor. I don't know where my life is going anymore. We all chilled for a minute, then Enso took me home. I crashed the fuck out for a few hours.

Woke up later and started texting the dudes to see who was going out. I talked on the phone with this one girl I've known since like 8th grade. We go way the fuck back, and I fucked her about two years ago. She lived in L.A. with her boyfriend, who she has a baby with, at the time. But she was mad at him then so she visited me, and we banged. She told her bf afterward. I ruined that poor bastard's life, which I felt pretty good about. G is g. You must be merciless. She recently broke up with that fool, and said she'll come visit me again this summer.

Guru scooped me around 9. He was with one of his buddies who's a natural at game. We hit one of our go-to restaurants, met up with Enso and Consistency, and all pregamed. It's funny thinking about it, like have you guys ever sat round a table with nobody but a bunch of PUAs? We're all goddamn hilarious and witty. It's like the four judges from Keys. I bet we actually look kinda cool to the people sitting at other tables. We're all just cracking up the whole time and looking like we're having a lot of fun.

I got a text from the chick last night. She wanted to meet up with me, but she was in another part of town. If all else failed, I'd hit her up. I swear, bitchez be on my jock.

I didn't have my debit card still; I couldn't find that shit. I asked Enso to buy me drinks the whole night. He wouldn't do it at first because he said he wanted to see my sober game. I told him to go schlurp a fat dick. He finally caved in and agreed to buy me drinks the whole night. Guru and his buddy crashed a two set at one table and hung back while Enso, Consistency, and I mobbed out to one of our regular bars. There weren't many good sets, but Enso and I knew we had to hit our three opens. I don't remember all of mine. I may have danced with some chick. I don't know. We ran into Smith and rolled with him.

We bounced out of there and started heading to our other go-to bar. As we were passing one bar, Enso stopped and shouted, "Yo yo yo!" at me. I turned, walked back to him, and he pointed out Fat Ass chick sitting on the patio of a bar with some dude. Uh-oh. Yeah, not gonna happen on my watch. I walked to the patio fence and called out Fat Ass chick. She looked at me and smiled. I wiggled with my finger for her to come to me. She did. I talked to her for a second and told her I was gonna take her home at the end of the night and fuck her. I started making out with her. I don't think homeboy was on a date or spitting game at Fat Ass chick, but if he was at least I ruined that goddamn set for him by tonguefucking her down in front of his face. That's my motherfucking girl, homie. It'd be impossible to steal her from me.

We got to our go-to bar. We were walking in. Right then some chick I was walking by grabbed my dog tags. Boom. It's on. I hugged her and said I loved her or some stupid shit. In less than 30 seconds, I leaned in and started making out with her. Enso, Consistency, and Smith were behind me watching. Some dude in the chick's set grabbed her hand and started pulling her away. Hahahahahaha. I kissed her one more time, then let her go. Enso was cracking up. Fuck yeah! Whoever that dude was, I robbed him for a few seconds, straight up in front of his face. I hope it was her boyfriend.

I opened two girls who were standing by the bar. I tapped one on the shoulder really awkwardly, grabbed her hand, and waved at her stupidly when she looked at me. The girl's friend looked at me too and I waved at her as well. All of this was done without saying one word or making any kind of expression on my face. It's an open I often do just to fuck around. I think I hugged both girls, then I finally told them I was just fucking around and introduced myself. I talked to my girl for a second, then number-closed her, and tried to K-close. But she wasn't having it. I bounced.

All the dudes got separated. I ran into some girl I know from back in the day. She's offered to wing for me in the past. I kinda wanted to game her as well, but then I thought it may be weird if I blew that shit out because we're actual friends. I thought I'd let Enso get at it though if I could find him. I ran into Consistency and Guru's buddy who were gaming two blonde girls. I kept walking to find some sets myself, ran back into Enso, and mobbed to the patio. We opened a two set, but I think it was dead. I don't remember the details. I got separated from Enso again and ran into Smith, who wanted to mob to our regular country bar. We started bouncing out, but then I lost him too. I called Guru and met up with him and his buddy outside. Guru's buddy said he was doing well with the set I had seen him in until Smith rolled up and said something. Ah, Smith! He's got the approach down as far as being fearless, but we've got to work on his game after that. Enso joined up with us. Then the four of us bounced to our country bar.

I spotted one of the girls I madeout with last night. I wanted to show off for the crew so I opened her again and told her I madeout with her last night. She couldn't remember. (She was really drunk last night and tonight.) Fuck it. I started making out with her again in front of the crew, then rolled.

I opened some chick on the dance floor and danced with her. Then I turned her around and started making out as fuck. I tried to finger her at one point, but she wouldn't let me. I number-closed, then peaced. Enso told me after I rolled out that he madeout with her on St. Paddie's, and that she was the friend of Zooey Deschanel. Gahhhhhhhhh!!!! That's now two girls I've kissed who Enso already has. We both knew it would happen eventually, especially since it's getting to the point where we've madeout with every girl on the strip we go to.

I ran back into Enso, and he was with that girl from last night, the one he pulled to my place a while back and who I tried to kiss last night. I rolled up to her again and hugged her while she was still holding Enso's hand. I told her I wanted to dance with her for four seconds and pulled her away from Enso. I danced with her and tried to K-close again. Lol. But she wouldn't do it. Ah, sorry Enso. It WILL happen eventually.

I opened and K-closed one more girl on the patio, but I don't remember the details whatsoever. It was getting close to closing time. I had been texting the chick who gave me the HJ some time ago (see the March 8th post). She's in town for the weekend. I wanted to hit, goddamn it, since I didn't last time. She said she was at another bar. I told her we'd meet her and afterparty together.

Enso and I rolled to the bar. It took a few minutes to find the girl, but I finally spotted her. She was with Shakira (the chick Enso banged at my place a few weeks ago). Ahhhh. Game. My girl had on this big black hat (like this: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?. ... id=1234123). I kissed her and took that shit from her and put it on. I wore it the rest of the night. I grabbed my girl's hand. Enso grabbed his chick's hand. Then we started bouncing to Enso's car. The girls were down to roll with us. We needed somewhere to take them. Fuck. My place was about a 15-minute drive, and Enso was nearly whitegirl wasted. Enso called homeboy whose place we took the girls to the first time. No answer. Shit. I called Shelley because he lives really close to where we were. Enso talked to him, but I guess he was in another part of town and wouldn't be home for a while. No other option. Back to mine.

Fat Ass chick was blowing up my phone. She really wanted my D after seeing me tonight. I felt kinda bad for ignoring her calls and texts, but she's already on the list. And the girl I was with isn't. Those are the rules of the game.

I was in the backseat with my girl. Enso's chick sat up front next to him. The girls passed the fuck out as soon as they got in the car. Gah, they were gonna fucking sleep the whole night. We got back to my place, woke up our girls, and got out of the car. I left the hat in the car. As we were walking into my building, we ran into the security guard who always sees me towing in girls and walking them out. Fuck yeah! He knows my game. He smiled at me and Enso and said, "Have a good night, guys." He knew what was up. Hahahahahaha.

We got in my pad. The girls went into my bathroom together. Enso and I discussed the game plan. I changed into sweats so that I could get off my pants quick when it was time. I gave Enso sport shorts for the same reason. The girls came out of the bathroom and passed the FUCK out on my bed. FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! I took a picture of them passed out next to each other and sent it to all my wings. It even looked kind of cute, seeing them next to each other. Awwwwwww. The picture would have been gamier had I taken it right after fucking them both. But fuck it, we live in an imperfect universe. I gave Enso a blanket so that he could bang out his chick on the floor. He woke her up and took her to his pallet. I kissed Enso's girl good night, then Enso kissed my girl good night. Lol. What the fuck are we doing anymore! I took off my sweats and started cuddling my girl. I took off her heels for her. Awwwwwwww. She woke up for a minute. I kissed her and tried to finger her, but she said she was tired. Gahhhhhhhh! I cuddled her and was about to go to sleep, but then Enso got up. We had this fucking sex trance music playing that Enso had put on. Lol. He got up to shut my laptop. I got out of my bed and started talking with him. Fuck, what could we do? Both the girls were fucking crashed out. Should we try to wake them up? Or just try to hit in the morning? Neither sounded like they were gonna work. We talked for like fucking 20 minutes, loud as fuck the entire time. The whole scene looked funny as shit really. The girls passed the fuck out and me in the corner in my boxers talking to Enso.

Shakira woke up at one point and wanted to bounce for some reason. She woke my girl, and they starting heading out. What the fuckkkkkk! I madeout with my girl for an instant before she left. Then she walked out, and I knew that was the end of it. Fuckkkkk. I wanted to bang that shit while Enso listened in misery. I even told him I was gonna have my chick moan his name as I did. I don't even know how the girls were getting home, but Enso and I were not facilitating that shit. Gahhhh. Enso and I each took a brown organic egg, went out on my balcony, which overlooks the pool, and threw those motherfuckers into it. It's how we took out our frustration of not getting in the lay. We mobbed back inside and crashed the fuck out. Great way to start Easter Sunday.

Overall day: K-closed four new girls (which puts me at 105 total so far this year), seven total (but I'm not counting Fat Ass chick, Shakira's friend, or the girl from last night since they're already on the list), pulled many numbers, rubbed up two va-jay-jays outside dhem panties, cuddled a chick for a few minutes, and threw a brown organic egg into my pool. I'm not sure which one of those is the most game.

Probably the egg.

You forgot to tell them that you nudged Shakira in the ass with the egg you bastard!! Gah I lost a regular because of you

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Game doesn't exist.

Ahhhhh, we promised to take that shit to the grave!!!

Hahahahahahahahaha.

Sunday, April 20, 2014
Woke up around noon. Enso was gone. I WAS USED!!!! I texted Fat Ass chick and told her I had fallen asleep early the night before (a goddamn lie) and asked her if she wanted to come over tonight. She said yes. She showed up at 8 p.m. We chilled and watched TV. We madeout here and there. No pressure. Everything's comfortable at this point. A true regular. We amped it up after a while, and then I went to bang. It was no-go though because she was on her period. Fine by me. Bust out that BJ. She wouldn't do it though because she was still hungover from last night and said she would throw up if she schlurped the D. Fuck me. I tried to get her to do it one last time, but she really didn't feel good. It didn't bother me because she's a solid regular, and there isn't any more profound desire to go as far as I can. It's not like she was wasting my time or being difficult. I settled for the HJ and then we cuddled for a while.

Enso had texted me earlier, saying we was gonna bounce a chick to my pad. He texted me after Fat Ass chick left and said he was ready. I met up with him downstairs. He was with some chick who didn't say a word and looked almost as if she would record a flat EEG. I gave Enso my key and went to my lobby to chill.

He hit me back up about an hour later. I met up with him, got back my key, and asked him in front of his chick if g is g. "G is not g." Fuuuuuuck. He dropped the chick off at home, then came back. We discussed what happened. Apparently he didn't even get the makeout, only a peck. No game.

It was around midnight by this time. We said fuck it, might as well hit the town to see if there's anything. We bounced to our regular part of town, and, sure enough, it was completely dead. Fucking Easter Sunday. I was texting some girl I had met over the weekend. She was at a bar down the road. I told her we'd meet up with her, but then she texted back around 2 and said she was headed home to sleep. I told her to text me a picture. I couldn't remember who she was. She sent a pic. Not good. I didn't reply. Enso and I called it a night.

Overall day: got an HJ from Fat Ass chick.

One word to describe these field reports...inspirational.

You guys are living the life. I'm 4/5 years older and was introduced to the game in like 2006. I used to hit it pretty hard, less so sarging but more partying with sarging on the side and 7 days a week was the norm in the uni days. I wish now I had honed my craft and took gaming more seriously as life would of been more fun. But this now has inspired me to begin gaming properly.

I don't think I'll ever be a PUA (or more importantly have the desire to be) but I want to come somewhat close.

I have actually read this whole thing like 3/4 times. It has consumed me. Keep living life, keep sarging and keep on pumping and dumping.

VP in life you have winners and losers. You seem like a winner. Some people around you, may not get you sometimes or your methods. But always remember genius is rarely appreciated in its time.

There is no one way to game and you have perfected a direct style designed for the drunken ho's. Don't let anyone (who is less successful than you) shape you, mold you, change you.

You are a P I M P and you have inspired me to follow suit.

And remember...game is game.

I'll start writing some field reports.

I'm starting at the bottom and I'm going to make it to the top.

Thank you.

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You have gotta want it, as bad as you wanna breath...

Then you'll be successful!

Field reports:
ascending-to-snowsaiyan-vt178492.html

What kind of pimp gets handjobs and doesnt do redwings from a regular no less. #kidgame #amateurhour

Monday, April 21, 2014
No game to be had today. I went to check out this one place Enso heard was popping on Mondays. It was pretty dead so I left. At least now we know that it's not hot on Mondays. I'll be out of commish till Wednesday. I have a test this weekend that I have to study for. Stay tuned till Wednesday or so.

Hahahaha. I SHOULD have redwinged her. That's intimacy right there.

Thanks for the comments, man. And thanks for reading my FRs. I'm glad you're enjoying them. I highly recommend keeping track of your game by writing FRs as well. I think it's a good way to document progress/teach other readers a thing or two. I agree with what you wrote. In terms of game, I think it's wisest to get down your own style and then roll with it. Maybe adopt a method or technique here or there that you feel would help out your game. Gaming is the most fun when you do it the way you want to, and that's what game is all about: fun. It really is a cool hobby/lifestyle. I hope you continue to enjoy my posts. Feel free to ask any questions or comment about anything. Thanks again, brah.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014
I've been studying the past two days straight as well all day today. I had a group meeting with my school's research adviser and some other students this morning. The adviser said my research topic's good enough for a PhD in front of all the other students.

Fuck yeah.

Enso hit me up around 4 and said he was barely waking up. Dude must have some really good dreams. He was down to roll night at our usual Wednesday spot. I studied the rest of the day, then bounced around 9 to meet with Enso.

Enso and promoter homie (Enso's nicknaming him Raymond in his posts so that's what I'll call him from now on) picked me up, then we all headed to the part of town where the Wednesday spot is. Raymond wanted to get cigarettes so we went in a grocery store and he got some. I asked Enso if we should car pregame. Drinking in the car, or anywhere in public for that matter, is fun as fuck. Enso was down. I copped a bottle of rum since I owed him for buying me drinks the other night. The three of us headed back to the car and started drinking out of the bottle.

Enso had a lot to drink. I swear way more than me. I wasn't sure how motherfucker was gonna drive tbh. I didn't drink that much, but the shit hit me STRONG. What the fuck. The last thing I remember clearly was sitting in the back of Enso's car, breathing heavy, tummy burning, my eyes tearing up as fuck.

From here on out, I'm writing my FR based on Enso's 'cause I don't remember shit.

Apparently we hit our usual Wednesday bar, but there wasn't much game. I guess I bought another beer. I have no recollection whatsoever. I was fucking whiteboy wasted. By far the drunkest I've been in a loooooong time. We didn't stay at the bar long and bounced to a club a few streets over. I do remember opening a few sets there, but I have no idea what I said or what happened. Nothing was game. It's okay though. Every player strikes out. In Enso's post, he said I hit on a few cocktail waitresses. Haha. I don't remember whatsoever, but I guess that's some sort of game. DESPERATE DRUNK GAME. Gah, I straight up became one of those fucking wasted-ass fools I usually hate last night.

We went back to the original bar, but nothing was going on. I briefly remember sitting on the patio, talking to Raymond and one of his homies. I don't know if there were any sets or not. I was just a functioning body at this point. A very, very sloppily-drunk functioning body.

I called Fat Ass chick some time on the patio, but she was going to sleep. Gahhhhh. I also called Splits. No answer. She was probably too busy getting them ovaries dicked down.

We bounced to call it a night. I don't remember the car ride home or anything.

Overall day: I don't know, but apparently nothing. I don't know how I got so fucked up. I think Enso roofied the bottle. I don't usually drink hard alcohol. I'm a light beer kind of guy and usually stick with Nattie's 'cause it's extremely difficult to get fucked up off that shit. Ah, will definitely have to make up for not getting even a K-close tomorrow night. Stay tuned, fellas.

Thursday, April 24, 2014
What the fuck! I woke up in my bed. My clothes were thrown all over the floor. What the fuck happened? I tried to think back. Nothing. Enso. Enso. I texted him to ask what went down, and he just replied, "Yeah you were drunk as fuck". That bottle. I think motherfucker roofied it, and I ain' e'en 'ow it.

Well, after the shit started coming to me, I realized Wait a minute. What fucking time is it? I looked at my phone. Fuuuuuuck. 10:45. I had mandatory class at 10. Oh well, I was lucky I didn't die in my sleep anyway.

I had clinic at 1. There's one cute MA who works there. She looks to be about 19-21. I helped her set up an EKG today. When she was stripping the leads off the patient after it was done, she said something like, "Ooh, they come right off because of your lotion." The patient said she used Aveeno, and the MA replied, "That's what I use on my kids." No game.

I went home after the clinic, hit the gym, and shredded my pecs to get right. I had a meet up scheduled with Day Three chick, the one who hasn't put out yet and who fucked up my streak a few weeks ago (see the April 3rd post). I showed up 20 minutes late, and we got tortas at the restaurant that seriously has the best tortas in the goddamn world. Shit was even featured on Man v. Food. When the waitress brought the check, I looked at chick and asked, "Split it?" I wasn't about to pay for that shit, especially since she hasn't blown my balls yet.

We walked outside. I weakly tried to get her back to the cribbo, but she wanted to go to Dave & Busters or some shit. Fuck out my face, chica. I had been texting Enso, and he was about to hit the town. I wanted to hurry up and meet with the goonies. I grabbed chick and started making out with her. After about 30 seconds of doing so, I broke and said, "Come back with me." She said she couldn't. Gahhhhh, what's your problem, girl! I squeezed that ass and somewhat made plans to meet up with her tomorrow night when we're both out. Maybe if she gets drunk, she'll touch the D. All I need is a little poke or so. Just once.

Enso's bitchass was already headed out. He was with Raymond. I wanted to go to our usual game zone, but Raymond convinced Enso to check out the more upscale part of town that typically is not nearly as friendly to Enso and me as our usual game district. Whatever. Raymond was promising free drinks the whole night so I could fuck wit' it.

I drove to the area and met up with Enso and Raymond. They were chilling at a club that Raymond works at. It was still early and pretty dead at the time so we all bounced to a pizza joint to start drinking. After we drank some, we mobbed back to the club. It had picked up. There was one absolutely gorgeous girl on the patio, wearing this little red costume. I don't know how to describe it, but it kinda looked like this: http://rebeccabarnhart.com/wp-content/u ... ostume.jpg. She was chilling with this dude who was dressed up like a nerd (high-ass shorts, tucked-in shirt, glasses, and suspenders). I don't know why they were dressed up or who the dude was to the chick. But I wanted to game as fuck. The reason why is because she reminded me of my first ex-gf. She was tall, thin, had tan skin and a hot face. All around sexy. All around marriage type. Those types of girls are my fucking weakness. Ahhhhhhh. I peeped game on her dancing on the dance floor some minutes later. She could not dance. Looked awkward as fuck, which just made her cuter. Haha. Enso was also in love with her and said he wanted to game. I told him to keep his filthy hands away from and his even filthier thoughts off of her. Lol. That was my girl.

I still didn't want to approach because the nerd stayed in goddamn set the whole time. But a little later, I saw them on the patio again and overheard homie talking. Dude was straight up gay! Gahhhhhh. I CBed myself being a little bitch. Long story short, I never opened her. I don't know why I did that. I wasn't the animal tonight.

There was this one huge motherfucker at the bar. Dude had to have been at least 240-250, solid muscle. Straight up beast. He was in his mid-30s, I'd say. Enso wanted to talk to him for the hell of it. I told him to open by asking, "What is it like to have such a strong hatred for Victor Frankenstein?" He wouldn't do it, so I told him to open by going up and throwing a drink in his face. He still wouldn't do it. What kind of pussy is Enso? He ended up talking to the dude about some shit--I don't know what. The dude was definitely a straight arrow. It would have been cool to recruit him. That'd be a bodyguard right there.

Enso and I bounced from Raymond and hit up a few other joints. There wasn't much game to be had anywhere. Gah, I told Enso we should have stuck with our usual part of town. Thursday nights always treat us pretty decently when we go there. This more upscale part of town is way harsher. It's definitely not really our style.

We hit one bar, and I spotted this doctor I used to work with at a hospital. Fuck yeah. I told Enso to promote him, and he did. We started talking to him. The dude's also in his mid-30s. He was pretty tossed. I asked him how much he made, and he said around 300,000 for working six months out of the year. I can fuck with that. I had a cigarette in my ear, and he wanted to smoke one. I offered to give it to him, but he didn't want to take my last one. Hahahahaha. The dude's a doctor! I got his number, Enso got his FB, and we made plans to go out gaming tomorrow night.

It was close to closing time by then. Hail Mary time. We mobbed out. Enso spotted some chick he's been talking to for a few weeks and saw earlier in the night. She was holding hands with some nasty motherfucker. I told Enso to watch that shit and let it sting, then told him it pays to be aggressive; that when you're not aggressive, shit like that happens. (He's been robbed several times because he allowed it to happen. He had such clear opportunities it actually makes me kind of sad. I don't know if he can't see the opportunities or if he just talks himself out of it every time. Regardless, I don't like watching it happen to the poor dude. If only he drank more...) Not going for it when you have your shot and trying to maintain "value" (whatever the fuck that is) will get you CBed more often than not. Unless you're experienced with that type of game, you're fucking yourself over. I tell Enso this all the time, but he still hangs on to that last bit of hope. I know sooner or later he'll snap and sink fully to the dark side. Every man can handle only so much rejection before he says fuck it.

As we stood watching Enso's girl and nasty motherfucker wait for a cab, we spotted this Jesus-looking motherfucker holding hands with a pretty hot chick. How the hell! We watched him walk some down the street, then he broke the handholding and mobbed on his own. We knew we had to recruit. We ran up on him and started talking to him. Enso asked if he had a cigarette. The dude said he only smokes weed, then told us he's a rapper. He busted out a freestyle. That shit sucked bad, but I humored the fool and pretended it was dope. We asked if he was about game (i.e., talking to girls), and he said fuck yeah. I grabbed homie's number and Enso got his FB. The dude's rap alias was Solo. We'll fuck with him tomorrow night if he shows.

When we bounced from Solo, two other homies rolled up on us and started talking. We asked them too if they knew game, and they said they wanted to talk to girls right then and there. One of the dudes, this wasted 21-year-old who called himself JJ, said he had mad game. I said uh-huh. He didn't know whose presence he was in. A two set walking toward us. Boom. We had to show up homies. I high fived one of the girls, didn't let go of her hand, pulled her in, and hugged her. Then I started talking to her like that. Enso took on the friend, and I think promoted her for the club tomorrow night. My girl was pretty chill. She said she's a go-go dancer at a lot of the bars in the area, and she was pretty hot. She was drinking vodka and cranberry out of a cup she had, and she offered some to me. I stood there on the street and drank some of that shit with her. I peeped JJ hanging back, smiling as fuck and giving me a thumbs-up. Haha. Dumbass dudes who aren't into PU have no fucking clue. I number-closed my girl, gave her another hug, then tried to French goodbye. I only got the cheeks though. Gahhh.

The four of us mobbed out. JJ's drunk ass tried fighting literally every dude who crossed our path. Fucking dumbass. Lol. Enso and I knew we had to get the fuck out of there before homie got us into trouble. As JJ stood on the corner, yelling shit to some motherfucker down the street, Enso and I sneaked out. I had already gotten JJ's number so we'll see if he comes out tomorrow night.

Enso and I had been texting and calling Raymond since we bounced from him, but motherfucker's phone was off. We mobbed back to Enso's car, and Raymond was posted up on it. We bounced out, hit a gas station, and got a sammich. Tasty sammich. Enso didn't drive me back to my crib because it's kinda far so we dropped off Raymond, then I crashed at Enso's pad. I cuddled his dog, Swags, the entire night. She's my new girl. Game?

Overall day: Not much, but I madeout with Day Three chick, who's already on the list, and failed to get her back to my place to phuuuuuck; number-closed a pretty hot go-go dancer; number-closed a doctor who could potentially be a great wing if he comes out with us. We should have gone to our usual part of town. I would have pulled at least two Ks. Tomorrow night is a bigass night at the club Enso and Raymond are promoting. We've all made a lot of contacts this week and are expecting a lot of fools to show. It should be a pretty beast night so stay tuned, players.

Friday, April 25, 2014
Woke up after a good night of sleep on Enso's floor. Swags was licking the fuck out of me. My mom picked me up and took me back to my car, which I had left around the club last night.

I just chilled the rest of the day, texted a few freaks to see who was game for tonight. I met up with Enso and Raymond at 8:30, then we bounced to the club where they're both promoting. It was dead at the time. Guru showed up. Fuck yeah. He always amps my state. Enso and I started downing drinks because they were all comped. Then two of Enso's homies showed up. I think Enso refers to one of the dudes in his posts as AC. He's an older dude, but Enso says he used to be into PU back in the day. Guru and AC amp my goddamn state every time I see them so it was cool to be chilling with both of them at the same time.

We all bounced out around 10:30 or so. It was kind of a dead night everywhere we went. Goddamn it. I hate that part of town. We're much better off sticking with our usual gaming district. Nothing much happened at any of the bars/clubs we went to.

I got separated from Enso and Guru. I figured the night was pretty crashed anyway. I had been texting Fat Ass chick, the chick I fucked last Friday, and Day Three chick. They all were in other parts of town, but I knew I was taking one of them home. Fat Ass chick was down to come pick me up. My god, she's too loyal. I just had to wait until she got there.

I went back to the original bar and ran into AC and his homie. I started gaming with AC. We opened a few sets, but there weren't any biters. I think I pulled two or three numbers. That's it. Gahhhhhhhh.

Enso and Guru showed back up. I talked to them for a minute. I think Enso said he K-closed one new girl. Fuck me. My grandson beat me. I started opening everything in an attempt to bust out a single K. I had to work fast because I knew Fat Ass chick was coming, and I didn't want her to leave if I took too long. Again nothing bit though.

Fat Ass chick called and said she was there. I rolled over to another bar, where she was parked, and met up with her. It was around 1 at the time. I gave up an hour of game, but fuck it, there was no game to be had anyway. Fat Ass and I drove back to my place, and then it was on. I flucked and flucked her. Then we cuddled for a while. She's so soft. Awwwwwww. Fat Ass chick and Swags = cuddle heaven. I actually kinda wanted Fat Ass chick to stay the night. It woulda been nice to cuddle that fat ass, but her mom was calling literally every 30 seconds. Gahhhhh. She had to go back home.

I walked her out, madeout with her, and somewhat made plans to rendezvous at the end of tomorrow night.

Overall day: two or three number closes (weak shit) and fucked Fat Ass chick.

Saturday, April 26, 2014
Natterday. I woke up, somewhat still missing that soft, smooth, voluptuous mass that is Fat Ass's ass. I should've started studying, but I read the first slide of my asthma lecture and literally said out loud, "Fuck this shit." I called Enso and Guru to see if they were down for day. Enso was still crashed the fuck out. I met up with Guru at a mall. I had to buy some bracelets (almost all of my others broke). There weren't many sets at the mall so after maybe an hour or so, Guru and I peaced out to hit some of the daytime bars. Enso finally woke up and met up with us at one of the bars.

The three of us bounced around for a while. A few bars were pretty crowded, but I didn't open shit. Guru crashed a three set and, I think, number-closed one of the girls. Enso and Guru gave me a lecture about my game. Lol. I definitely have a different style from them. Guru's game is pretty much the opposite of mine: he's more into calibration, conversation, rapport, and daytime. I abandon pretty much all of that and focus almost solely on night, keying in on very rapid, aggressive pulls. They're two extremely different styles, but we all concluded at the end of the discussion that authenticity is a significant driving factor. Me trying to adopt Guru's style would be as unreal as Guru trying to adopt mine. It's like comparing Julien with Sasha Daygame. Just fundamentally different styles of game. Enso's game lies somewhere in the middle. I think Guru and I are both his biggest life mentors--Guru's his guru, and I'm his grandfather--and Enso admires the fuck out of both of us, but he's comfortable enough with me to point out the things in my game that he doesn't agree with. I really like having wings like this, who can point you in the right direction and offer constructive criticism in order to boost your game. Enso and Guru are both pretty sharp dudes, and they're capable of analyzing game on a deeper level. I appreciate all their feedback.

To all my readers, I think it's important to stylize your game in a manner that aligns with your natural character and interests. I don't value spending time in sets because 1) it bores me, and 2) I've found it makes no difference for me. My biggest thing with game isn't building investment with girls so as to keep them around or hook them to meet up with me later on. My biggest thing with game is FUN. When I go out gaming, I go out to have a good time. It's cool to mingle with the goons, drink, listen to the music, and talk to chicks. In my opinion, going out with the idea of building enough "investment" in a girl to get her to meet up with you later is dependency on outcome. This is where Enso and Guru and I see things differently. I don't care about investment or rapport disproportionately because I don't cherish any one girl in particular. I hold the highest value in myself and believe any girl who I dedicate a moment of time to should feel lucky. There is nothing wrong with seeing yourself in high light.

I bounced from Enso and Guru around 7 to go meet up with the chick from last Friday (see the April 18th post), The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. I was scheduled to meet with her at 6:30. I showed up 50 minutes late. We chilled on her floor and listened to Massive Attack for maybe 20 min, then I busted out the makeout. I couldn't get the angle right on the floor--my hip kept digging into that shit. She laughed. I prolly looked real unexperienced-type. I told her let's go to her bed so we did. Then I proceeded to makeout, strip off her clothes, and fluck the motherFLUCK out of her. G is g.

I bounced from chica, went home, and started getting ready. I downed a few beers to get right fo' the night, then bounced out to meet up with Enso. We met at one of our pregame restaurants at 10. I got a few drinks and slapped hands with all of the bartenders. I know all those fools now. Enso rolled completely sober for the night. Consistency showed up. Guru was at another bar down the road with some chick he had met earlier in the day after I left. Consistency and I finished our drinks, then the three of us bounced to meet with Guru.

He was at this hipster bar. Pretty good venue if you want to run that conversation game, but otherwise not good for anything. Guru wanted to stay with the chick so Enso, Consistency, and I bounced. As we walked out of the bar, I spotted two chicks walking in our direction. One of the girls was good, the other was fat and beastly. I left Enso and Consistency to fight to the bloody death over that one. I opened the cute girl by stuttering as fuck: "Y-y-you-you l-l-loo'-LOOK c-c-c-c-CUTE. I w-wanted t-t-to talk to y-y-you. M-most g-g-g-girls m-make f-fun of me." Hahahaha. She looked at me like I was a fucking retard. Exactly what I wanted. I broke out of it after a minute and told her I was just fucking around. She laughed as fuck and asked if I was a comedian full-time or part-time. I just bullshitted with her the entire convo. Enso and Consistency left me after a minute when they realized I had mad game and didn't need a wing to pump my state. I number-closed my girl. I rejected the idea of a K-close because 1) Enso said he wanted to see my more calibrated side, and 2) the girl seemed like a straight up good girl. We have a coffee date like tomorrow or some shit. I don't remember.

I bounced from them. Enso and Consistency texted me and said they had walked to one of our go-to bars down the road. I headed there. Fat Ass chick texted and said she was in the area and wanted to see me. I told her to come to the bar I was headed to. I met up with Enso and Consistency at the spot. We mobbed inside for a while, looking for some thirsty-ass, horny sets. There wa'n't too many. I spotted Enso open some blonde chick. Her friend was by the wayside. Fuck it, ho. I walked up to her and said something non-aggressive for once (I don't remember what, but I know I was keeping it low key tonight to prove to Enso I can still do it). After a minute of talking to her, I asked her (asked, not told this time) to dance. She was g so I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. I grinded that filthy slut for a minute, then turned her 'round and bust dhat makeout. She was receptive, and she was 106. I told her we had to find our friends, grabbed her hand, and started leading her back to the bar where Enso and her girl friend were.

We got back to the bar. I peeped Enso. He was shaking his head as fuck, mouthing "No! No!" I didn't know what was up. I kept walking toward him, bright-eyed like dick. Then I peeped Fat Ass chick chilling at the bar with her girl friends. Hahahaha. I let go of my new girl's hand and hugged Fat Ass in front of her bitchass. I spotted my new girl looking away in my periphery so I leaned in and started making out with Fat Ass chick. I tapped Enso and made him watch what I was about to do. I put my hands on Fat Ass chick's hips as she was ordering a beer, turned my face to my new girl, grabbed her face, and madeout with her. Then I let go of her, tapped Fat Ass chick, and madeout with her. LOL! I did this shit for maybe three rounds, going back and forth between making out with them both as they stood literally in front of and behind me. Both girls had no fucking clue. Enso stood back and shook his head at me while grinning. Hahaha.

Fat Ass chick said she was gonna go dance. She wanted me to go with her, but I told her I was waiting for a friend and that I'd find her a little later. My new girl hung back like a little fucking puppy for seriously like five minutes as I spoke with Enso. He pointed this out to me. I looked, and, sure enough, she was just standing there, behind me, staring. Lolololol! I grabbed her again and madeout with her, rubbed her va-jay-jay for a second outside her shorts. I led her back to the dance floor. I saw Fat Ass chick, as I walked by holding new girl's hand. I wanted to talk to Fat Ass as I held that shit out of ego's sake so I tapped her, waved, and smiled. She never saw me toting chick behind me. I danced with new girl for a minute. Kept making out. She ran back into her friends and then somewhat cold shouldered shit. I had already grabbed her number so I rubbed dhat va-jay-jay again fo' a min, then peaced out.

Consistency had texted me and said he was at the country bar. Enso and I mobbed there. I ran into the girl I madeout with last Friday and Saturday (see the April 18th and 19th posts). Again she was drunk as fuck. I had been texting her earlier today actually, and she somewhat tried shittesting me, asking who I was and where I had gotten her number. Uh, I met your drunk ass at [the country bar] and you gave it to me, you dumb slut. I just hugged her when I saw her, then madeout again in front of Enso and Consistency. I wanted them to watch proper game.

I let go of her, then ran into the girl I fucked and ditched a long time ago (see the January 25th post). She still brought that shit up. I told her to suck deeeeez nutz, then pulled her nasty face in and devoured that shit. ("Her body's good! Her body's good!") I told her maybe I'd take her home at the end of the night. I didn't want to--I wanted to take home Fat Ass chick or a new girl--but I'd fuck with it if all else failed. I let go of her as well.

Enso and I sat at a table as I finished my drink. There was a couple sitting opposite from us. The girl pointed out some dude behind me and Enso who was staring at Enso as fuck. I turned to look and the dude was, sure enough. Hahahahaha. Okay.

I got separated from Enso a few minutes later. Then the dude who had been staring at him came up to me. "Your friend is really cute. Is he gay?" I looked the dude deep in his eye, serious as fuck, and said firmly, "Yes!" "Do you mind if I get his number?" "No, not at all, dude. He's actually been trying to find a really nice guy, and you seem really cool." Hahahahahahaha. Oh my god! I gave homeboy Enso's number and told him to ask him for coffee, that Enso loves that shit.

I ran back into Enso. It was close to closing time. We had lost Consistency. Enso was texting gay homie, trying to convince him that he in fact is not gay. I called Fat Ass chick who was waiting for me at another bar, but she said she had left at that point because she was tired. Gahhhhhhh. I NEED TO BUST, BITCHES! Fuck, fuck, what does I do, WHAT DOES I DO?! Got it! The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With! Fuck yeah! I called mami. She was in another part of town, but she was down to schlurp da ballz. Enso and I rolled to pick her up. She was with a girl friend who was hotter than her. I wanted to fuck both, but whatevz.

Enso dropped me off at mami's car and gave me his jimmy hat because I had forgotten to grab one before heading out. He was texting the chick he madeout with last night and was gonna mob to her place to fuck. Chick and I drove back to her pad, got inside. No hesitation, just banged and banged. I didn't have whiskey or Natty Light dick 'cause shit wa'n't e'en close to flaccid, but my GOD, shit took motherfucking FOREVER! I fucked and fucked for the better part of an hour, then burst. Gahhh gahh. Chick didn't say shit so fuck it. I pulled off the jimmy afterward and splat that shit on the floor. She said, "That better have gone in the garbage can." I said, "Oh, don't worry. It did." Game.

I texted Enso and asked if he got that tip wet. He said yeah. Fuck yeah. I'm always happy when my boys get it in. That's all I needed. I cuddled chick, only wearing my wife beater, her nake' as fuck, and fell asleep next to her cuddly ass.

Overall day: K-closed one new chick (which puts me at 106 so far this year), five total (but I'm not counting The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, Fat Ass chick, Hideous Face chick, or chick from last Friday and Saturday, as they're already on the list), fucked The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With TWICE--yadayadayada--pulled a few numbers. G be g. I don't like relying on regulars. Shit bores the motherfuck out of me, but fuck it, a player does what a player gots tah does. Fuck my goddamn test in the morning. FUCK med school. I'm a goddamn PUA, motherfuckers!