Whats The Worst That Could Happen?

Don Juans!!! The time has come, the time for sitting around and watching is over, the time for thinking has past and the time for DOING is in progress.We are lazy, the majority of us sit around, eating, drinking our way to an early grave - enjoying the many treats that manufacturers throw our way in the forms of sugary goodness. We constantly theorize, we wait - hoping, just hoping that one day, will be our day, that the girl of our dreams will come walking into our real existence and fit her into our lives. Many of us have aspirations to become top class PUAs/Players/Ladies men while many of us do, truly wany the woman of our dreams...

Ok...thats sorted - Now what are you going to do about it?

Let me tell you - contrary to popular belief, the overall answer to lifes little riddle known as seduction isn't found on this site, it isnt found over at ASF and it aint found in any pocket of your PC...Most guys dont realise, that by only reading, never going out into the real world and applying - that they are only fooling themselves - letting themselves down...selling THEMSELVES short!!!

The thought of beautiful women scare them, some even get petrified at talking to ugly women...palms all sweaty, face burning up with crimson and their legs quaking at the mere thought of this woman even looking at them. These guys would rather cover themselves with Bananas and jump into a Gorilla pen...than muster up the least bit of courage to talk to a woman - If you are one of these princesses...SLAP YOURSELF NOW!!!

WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?

You see that stunning woman stood by the coffee machine, her hair is trailing down her back...her eyes sparkle at the sight of you...go ahead DJ...go talk to her...she wont bite...shes an Harmless woman - remember, you arent in a club right now - you have NO competition - go talk to her, start up that conversation and get her number...

WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?

She could say NO! haha so what? Your house COULD get hit by a Missile sent from a UFO...

But alas...the Social Pressure is just too much, you take one lasting glance at this creature and you slip away to a secluded table...out of sight.

Your taking a stroll down the street...the soft breeze cools your face in the midst of the raging sun, from what appears almost out of nowhere - a woman with long blonde locks, the softest lips imaginable and some cute bookworm-esque reading glasses walks towards you...almost like a gift from the gods.
Nows your chance!!! After the incident at the coffee machine earlier - this is your chance to not only redeem your manhood, but to get the girl of your dreams and/or another notch on your belt...DO IT!!!

You think to yourself - WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?...With that, you lower your eyelids badboy style, your posture is straight and relaxed and your smile is half here, half there - you make eye contact with the woman...bah who are you kidding!! You stand there, unable to utter a single word...but you were so close!!! The woman simply smiles at you dissapointedly...and continues on her way...

WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED!?!

You COULD have opened her, talked with her for a few minutes and gone for a number close - you may even have gotten the number, NO! You would have!!! You called her 2 days later...but she didnt answer..ahh well - you are on your way to becoming the man you were born to be!!!...poof

You awake the following morning, quite dejected..but Determined to make ammends for yesterdays schoolgirl shenanigans.Throwing on your best gear, waxing your hair delightfully and splashing on your favourite cologne...you make your way into town to get the girl YOU want...Its 2:12pm, there arent too many people around, but after plodding for what seems like eternity...you finally spot her!

She makes the other two look like mere apparitions, bad dreams of days gone by...she's amazing, its not just her smile, or her body or her hair - but her eyes, everything you see appears as if by magic to radiate from her eyes...what guy wouldn't want this girl?

You don't want to waste another second...shes heading your way and dozens of thoughts are speeding through your head...but only one really matters...and it surfaces at just the right moment......WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?

You: Hey can i just stop you for a second? I cant stay long because i have to get back to my friends, but i just had to tell you - your the most attractive girl ive seen all day, now...i know we cant establish much rapport or connection in these brief minutes, but i couldnt just walk past knowing id never see you again, id like it if we could go out some time, have some fun and get to know each other...we should exchange numbers.

The girl is stunned, never has she been approached on the Street Before in her entire LIFE!! Sure, she gets the moronic shouts and the chodes coming upto her in the bars, but NEVER has a guy with such gall approached her cold on the street...this guy must be one of those real men!!! She thinks to herself...

She utters something to you, amidst the the rush of flattery that is encircling her brain...you cant quite catch it yourself because of the nervousness entrenching you...but you manage to ask for her phone number, because you really are quite busy and need to get back your friends...She takes out her phone and gives you her number...with a final glance you tell her it was great meeting her and you tell her you will TRY to call her, she thanks you and walks away dumbfounded and feeling so special that shes almost floating...

WHAT WAS THE WORST THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED?

She could have said...No thanks...goodbye! OUCH! Thats got to hurt! I mean come on!! Talk about rejections!! Oh wait, wait! What if she had called you a slimeball...ooooo no!! Stop the pain! Stop the pain!!

See how dumb that reads?!?!

Thats because it is DUMB!!!

The next time you see such an opportunity, you always think to yourself - WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN? And you go take it with both hands, otherwise someone else will...

Say it with me - shout it in the face of the AFCs!!!

WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?!

Scream at the women who scorned you and ignored you!!

WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?!

Speak it slowly to your scared friends...

WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?!

then take whats yours, make what YOU truly want materialise...and live the way you want to...happily...enriched...fulfilled.

Sarge On...

On Conversation And Its Nature...

Just found this - Highly Recommended for those who suck at Conversation.

By Emily Post.

Conversation


IDEAL conversation should be a matter of equal give and take, but too often it is all “take.” The voluble talker—or chatterer—rides his own hobby straight through the hours without giving anyone else, who might also like to say something, a chance to do other than exhaustedly await the turn that never comes. Once in a while—a very long while—one meets a brilliant person whose talk is a delight; or still more rarely a wit who manipulates every ordinary topic with the agility of a sleight-of-hand performer, to the ever increasing rapture of his listeners.

But as a rule the man who has been led to believe that he is a brilliant and interesting talker has been led to make himself a rapacious pest. No conversation is possible between others whose ears are within reach of his ponderous voice; anecdotes, long-winded stories, dramatic and pathetic, stock his repertoire; but worst of all are his humorous yarns at which he laughs uproariously though every one else grows solemn and more solemn.

There is a simple rule, by which if one is a voluble chatterer (to be a good talker necessitates a good mind) one can at least refrain from being a pest or a bore. And the rule is merely, to stop and think.


“THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK”

Nearly all the faults or mistakes in conversation are caused by not thinking. For instance, a first rule for behavior in society is: “Try to do and say those things only which will be agreeable to others.” Yet how many people, who really know better, people who are perfectly capable of intelligent understanding if they didn’t let their brains remain asleep or locked tight, go night after night to dinner parties, day after day to other social gatherings, and absent-mindedly prate about this or that without ever taking the trouble to think what they are saying and to whom they are saying it! Would a young mother describe twenty or thirty cunning tricks and sayings of the baby to a bachelor who has been helplessly put beside her at dinner if she thought? She would know very well, alas! that not even a very dear friend would really care for more than a hors d’oeuvre of the subject, at the board of general conversation.

The older woman is even worse, unless something occurs (often when it is too late) to make her wake up and realize that she not only bores her hearers but prejudices everyone against her children by the unrestraint of her own praise. The daughter who is continually lauded as the most captivating and beautiful girl in the world, seems to the wearied perceptions of enforced listeners annoying and plain. In the same way the “magnificent” son is handicapped by his mother’s—or his father’s—overweening pride and love in exact proportion to its displayed intensity. On the other hand, the neglected wife, the unappreciated husband, the misunderstood child, takes on a glamor in the eyes of others equally out of proportion. That great love has seldom perfect wisdom is one of the great tragedies in the drama of life. In the case of the overloving wife or mother, some one should love her enough to make her stop and think that her loving praise is not merely a question of boring her hearers but of handicapping unfairly those for whom she would gladly lay down her life—and yet few would have the courage to point out to her that she would far better lay down her tongue.

The cynics say that those who take part in social conversation are bound to be either the bores or the bored; and that which you choose to be, is a mere matter of selection. And there must be occasions in the life of everyone when the cynics seem to be right; the man of affairs who, sitting next to an attractive looking young woman, is regaled throughout dinner with the detailed accomplishments of the young woman’s husband; the woman of intellect who must listen with interest to the droolings of an especially prosy man who holds forth on the super-everything of his own possessions, can not very well consider that the evening was worth dressing, sitting up, and going out for.

People who talk too easily are apt to talk too much, and at times imprudently, and those with vivid imagination are often unreliable in their statements. On the other hand the “man of silence” who never speaks except when he has something “worth while” to say, is apt to wear well among his intimates, but is not likely to add much to the gaiety of a party.

Try not to repeat yourself; either by telling the same story again and again or by going back over details of your narrative that seemed especially to interest or amuse your hearer. Many things are of interest when briefly told and for the first time; nothing interests when too long dwelt upon; little interests that is told a second time. The exception is something very pleasant that you have heard about A. or more especially A.’s child, which having already told A. you can then tell B., and later C. in A.’s presence. Never do this as a habit, however, and never drag the incident into the conversation merely to flatter A., since if A. is a person of taste, he will be far more apt to resent than be pleased by flattery that borders on the fulsome.

Be careful not to let amiable discussion turn into contradiction and argument. The tactful person keeps his prejudices to himself and even when involved in a discussion says quietly “No. I don’t think I agree with you” or “It seems to me thus and so.” One who is well-bred never says “You are wrong!” or “Nothing of the kind!” If he finds another’s opinion utterly opposed to his own, he switches to another subject for a pleasanter channel of conversation.

When some one is talking to you, it is inconsiderate to keep repeating “What did you say?” Those who are deaf are often obliged to ask that a sentence be repeated. Otherwise their irrelevant answers would make them appear half-witted. But countless persons with perfectly good hearing say “What?” from force of habit and careless inattention.


THE GIFT OF HUMOR

The joy of joys is the person of light but unmalicious humor. If you know any one who is gay, beguiling and amusing, you will, if you are wise, do everything you can to make him prefer your house and your table to any other; for where he is, the successful party is also. What he says is of no matter, it is the twist he gives to it, the intonation, the personality he puts into his quip or retort or observation that delights his hearers, and in his case the ordinary rules do not apply.

Eugene Field could tell a group of people that it had rained to-day and would probably rain tomorrow, and make everyone burst into laughter—or tears if he chose—according to the way it was said. But the ordinary rest of us must, if we would be thought sympathetic, intelligent or agreeable, “go fishing.”


GOING FISHING FOR TOPICS

The charming talker is neither more nor less than a fisherman. (Fisherwoman rather, since in America women make more effort to be agreeable than men do.) Sitting next to a stranger she wonders which “fly” she had better choose to interest him. She offers one topic; not much of a nibble. So she tries another or perhaps a third before he “rises” to the bait.


THE DOOR SLAMMERS

There are people whose idea of conversation is contradiction and flat statement. Finding yourself next to one of these, you venture:

“Have you seen any good plays lately?”

“No, hate the theater.”

“Which team are you for in the series?”

“Neither. Only an idiot could be interested in baseball.”

“Country must have a good many idiots!” mockingly.

“Obviously it has.” Full stop. In desperation you veer to the personal.

“I’ve never seen Mrs. Bobo Gilding as beautiful as she is to-night.”

“Nothing beautiful about her. As for the name ‘Bobo,’ it’s asinine.”

“Oh, it’s just one of those children’s names that stick sometimes for life.”

“Perfect rot. Ought to be called by his name,” etc.

Another, not very different in type though different in method, is the self-appointed instructor whose proper place is on the lecture platform, not at a dinner table.

“The earliest coins struck in the Peloponnesus were stamped on one side only; their alloy———” etc.

Another is the expounder of the obvious: “Have you ever noticed,” says he, deeply thinking, “how people’s tastes differ?”

Then there is the vulgarian of fulsome compliment: “Why are you so beautiful? It is not fair to the others———” and so on.

TACTLESS BLUNDERERS

Tactless people are also legion. The means-to-be-agreeable elderly man says to a passée acquaintance, “Twenty years ago you were the prettiest woman in town”; or in the pleasantest tone of voice to one whose only son has married. “Why is it, do you suppose, that young wives always dislike their mothers-in-law?”

If you have any ambition to be sought after in society you must not talk about the unattractiveness of old age to the elderly, about the joys of dancing and skating to the lame, or about the advantages of ancestry to the self-made. It is also dangerous, as well as needlessly unkind, to ridicule or criticize others, especially for what they can’t help. If a young woman’s familiar or otherwise lax behavior deserves censure, a casual unflattering remark may not add to your own popularity if your listener is a relative, but you can at least, without being shamefaced, stand by your guns. On the other hand to say needlessly “What an ugly girl!” or “What a half-wit that boy is!” can be of no value except in drawing attention to your own tactlessness.

The young girl who admired her own facile adjectives said to a casual acquaintance: “How can you go about with that moth-eaten, squint-eyed, bag of a girl!” “Because,” answered the youth whom she had intended to dazzle, “the lady of your flattering epithets happens to be my sister.”

It is scarcely necessary to say that one whose tactless remarks ride rough-shod over the feelings of others, is not welcomed by many.


THE BORE

A bore is said to be “one who talks about himself when you want to talk about yourself!” which is superficially true enough, but a bore might more accurately be described as one who is interested in what does not interest you, and insists that you share his enthusiasm, in spite of your disinclination. To the bore life holds no dullness; every subject is of unending delight. A story told for the thousandth time has not lost its thrill; every tiresome detail is held up and turned about as a morsel of delectableness; to him each pea in a pod differs from another with the entrancing variety that artists find in tropical sunsets.

On the other hand, to be bored is a bad habit, and one only too easy to fall into. As a matter of fact, it is impossible, almost, to meet anyone who has not something of interest to tell you if you are but clever enough yourself to find out what it is. There are certain always delightful people who refuse to be bored. Their attitude is that no subject need ever be utterly uninteresting, so long as it is discussed for the first time. Repetition alone is deadly dull. Besides, what is the matter with trying to be agreeable yourself? Not too agreeable. Alas! it is true: “Be polite to bores and so shall you have bores always round about you.” Furthermore, there is no reason why you should be bored when you can be otherwise. But if you find yourself sitting in the hedgerow with nothing but weeds, there is no reason for shutting your eyes and seeing nothing, instead of finding what beauty you may in the weeds. To put it cynically, life is too short to waste it in drawing blanks. Therefore, it is up to you to find as many pictures to put on your blank pages as possible.


A FEW IMPORTANT DETAILS OF SPEECH IN CONVERSATION

Unless you wish to stamp yourself a person who has never been out of “provincial” society, never speak of your husband as “Mr.” except to an inferior. Mrs. Worldly for instance in talking with a stranger would say “my husband,” and to a friend, meaning one not only whom she calls by her first name, but anyone on her “dinner list,” she says, “Dick thought the play amusing” or “Dick said——”. This does not give her listener the privilege of calling him “Dick.” The listener in return speaks of her own husband as “Tom” even if he is seventy—unless her hearer is a very young person (either man or woman), when she would say “my husband.” Never “Mr. Older.” To call your husband Mr. means that you consider the person you are talking to, beneath you in station. Mr. Worldly in the same way speaks of Mrs. Worldly as “my wife” to a gentleman, or “Edith” in speaking to a lady. Always.

In speaking about other people, one says “Mrs.,” “Miss” or “Mr.” as the case may be. It is bad form to go about saying “Edith Worldly” or “Ethel Norman” to those who do not call them Edith or Ethel, and to speak thus familiarly of one whom you do not call by her first name, is unforgivable. It is also effrontery for a younger person to call an older by her or his first name, without being asked to do so. Only a very underbred, thick-skinned person would attempt it.

Also you must not take your conversation “out of the drawing-room.” Operations, ills or personal blemishes, details and appurtenances of the dressing-room, for instance, are neither suitable nor pleasant topics, nor are personal jokes in good taste.


THE “OMNISCIENCE” OF THE VERY RICH

Why a man, because he has millions, should assume that they confer omniscience in all branches of knowledge, is something which may be left to the psychologist to answer, but most of those thrown much in contact with millionaires will agree that an attitude of infallibility is typical of a fair majority.

A professor who has devoted his life to a subject modestly makes a statement. “You are all wrong,” says the man of millions, “It is this way——”. As a connoisseur he seems to think that because he can pay for anything he fancies, he is accredited expert as well as potential owner. Topics he does not care for are “bosh,” those which he has a smattering of, he simply appropriates; his prejudices are, in his opinion, expert criticism; his taste impeccable; his judgment infallible; and to him the world is a pleasance built for his sole pleasuring. But to the rest of us who also have to live in it with as much harmony as we can, such persons are certainly elephants at large in the garden. We can sometimes induce them to pass through gently, but they are just as likely at any moment to pull up our fences and push the house itself over on our defenseless heads.

There are countless others of course, very often the richest of all, who are authoritative in all they profess, who are experts and connoisseurs, who are human and helpful and above everything respecters of the garden enclosure of others.


DANGERS TO BE AVOIDED

In conversation the dangers are very much the same as those to be avoided in writing letters. Talk about things which you think will be agreeable to your hearer. Don’t dilate on ills, misfortune, or other unpleasantnesses. The one in greatest danger of making enemies is the man or woman of brilliant wit. If sharp, wit is apt to produce a feeling of mistrust even while it stimulates. Furthermore the applause which follows every witty sally becomes in time breath to the nostrils, and perfectly well-intentioned people, who mean to say nothing unkind, in the flash of a second “see a point,” and in the next second, score it with no more power to resist than a drug addict can resist a dose put into his hand!

The mimic is a joy to his present company, but the eccentric mannerism of one is much easier to imitate than the charm of another, and the subjects of the habitual mimic are all too apt to become his enemies.

You need not, however, be dull because you refrain from the rank habit of a critical attitude, which like a weed will grow all over the place if you let it have half a chance. A very good resolve to make and keep, if you would also keep any friends you make, is never to speak of anyone without, in imagination, having them overhear what you say. One often hears the exclamation “I would say it to her face!” At least be very sure that this is true, and not a braggart’s phrase and then—nine times out of ten think better of it and refrain. Preaching is all very well in a text-book, schoolroom or pulpit, but it has no place in society. Society is supposed to be a pleasant place; telling people disagreeable things to their faces or behind their backs is not a pleasant occupation.

Do not be too apparently clever if you would be popular. The cleverest woman is she who, in talking to a man, makes him seem clever. This was Mme. Recamier’s great charm.


A FEW MAXIMS FOR THOSE WHO TALK TOO MUCH—AND EASILY!

The faults of commission are far more serious than those of omission; regrets are seldom for what you left unsaid.

The chatterer reveals every corner of his shallow mind; one who keeps silent can not have his depth plumbed.

Don’t pretend to know more than you do. To say you have read a book and then seemingly to understand nothing of what you have read, proves you a half-wit. Only the very small mind hesitates to say “I don’t know.”

Above all, stop and think what you are saying! This is really the first, last and only rule. If you “stop” you can’t chatter or expound or flounder ceaselessly, and if you think, you will find a topic and a manner of presenting your topic so that your neighbor will be interested rather than long-suffering.

Remember also that the sympathetic (not apathetic) listener is the delight of delights. The person who looks glad to see you, who is seemingly eager for your news, or enthralled with your conversation; who looks at you with a kindling of the face, and gives you spontaneous and undivided attention, is the one to whom the palm for the art of conversation would undoubtedly be awarded.

Sarge On...

Assume Attraction

Everyone Fails. Whether it be at sports, in our jobs or with women - we all fail at some point in our lives. However, let me tell you that when i say you are going to forever banish the words 'Fail' and 'Failure' from your lexicon, i mean it...

How can one truly think, nay even dream about failing with women, it strikes me as being somewhat maddening and vaguely pathetic as to how anyone could think that 'Failing' to be successful around women could truly be called -'Failing'!

What do we perceive as failures - in seduction firstly:-

- Failing to have fun on a date
- Failing to approach
- Failing to be fluent in our conversations
- Failing to KINO
- Failing to maintain Eye Contact
- Failing to be fully justifiable when Complimenting
- Failing to 'Be A Jerk' or rather 'Not being too nice'

Again! I say STOP! Extinguish the word FAILURE from your mindset, For you cannot fail with women, the only failure within a male to female interaction is her failure to see what a great prize you are - and take the opportunity with both hands.

ASSUME ATTRACTION!!! - YOU ARE A GREAT GUY!

Everyday, we wake up, hoping..just hoping that today will be our day, up like a lighting bolt, devour a delicious breakfast of eggs, streaky bacon, crunchy toast and a glass of orange juice as smooth as silk. We arrive at work on time to find that the boss is off sick for the week, leaving us chance to work at our own pace and happily browse away on these forums or do something else that is totally un-work related, such as throwing paper aeroplanes at female co-workers It gets to lunch time, and outside in the courtyard you sit and eat your freshly prepared sandwich, as a beautiful woman walks past and flashes you a great smile. If only you think to yourself, if only i could get a woman like that...*sighs*

ASSUME ATTRACTION!!! - YOU ARE AN HANDSOME GUY!!!

What if you had a mindset, whereas every woman, every opportunity, every single thing that YOU truly wanted appeared easier than ever, that you could just reach out and take when you wanted to, not when Societal Programming deemed 'correct' or 'proper'. By Assuming Attraction, you can get ANYTHING you want, be that the woman of your dreams, the job of your dreams or anything else - Assume Attraction and your chance of getting what you want will increase tenfold.

ASSUME ATTRACTION!!! - YOU ARE UNIQUE!!!

What do i mean? Assume Attraction??

Do i mean 'Assume that you are handsome'? YES!
Do i mean 'Assume that you are capable'? YES!
Do i mean 'Assume that you are funny'? YES!

Assume EVERYTHING that is positive, and what would truly endear you to other people!Being Attractive is not necessarily being Handsome, Funny or Capable, being Attractive is the way you carry yourself, its the way you treat other around you, its the outlook you have on life, you are the positive one, the risk taker -the one who is unaffraid to embrace his masculinity to get what he truly wants and deserves.

ASSUME ATTRACTION!!! - YOU ARE AMAZING!!!

Take a look in the mirror, go ahead - smile, ask yourself, what woman wouldn't even comprehend dreaming about being given the chance to spend even a millisecond of time with you in YOUR life, your life full of adventures, stories and Fun! Women are a bonus, put here to enrich YOUR life, your life comes first - if women want to be part of it then it is upto them to prove that they are worthy of being included in the journey...

Love yourself, Why Not? How can anyone else love you if you don't take care of who you are and love yourself first? Confidence is conveyed through the mind, and then the body - let those positive thoughts flow like a river - and Assume that Attraction!

Say it with me!

ASSUME ATTRACTION!!
ASSUME ATTRACTION!!
ASSUME ATTRACTION!!

And get what you want!

ASSUME ATTRACTION!!

And live your life to the fullest!

ASSUME ATTRACTION!!

And all the opportunities, all the enjoyable things, the luxuries, the jobs, the Women will be drawn to you!

Take that Interview by storm and GET THAT JOB!
Approach that 3set and CLOSE THOSE WOMEN!
Wake up everyday KNOWING that you are going to have a great day and that today will be just another day in YOUR great adventure...

ASSUME ATTRACTION!! -YOU ARE THE MAN!

Sarge On...

The Downfall Of Man...The Rise Of The Robot

It was the year of 1498 and an explorer named Vasco Da Gama sat in his quarters after long pondering the future for Mankind.Da Gama's Diary - excerpts;

The crew are all but sick, plagued with some dreaded disease, the sea and wind gets ever stronger by the day - and the bitter edge that each possess only aids in Warming my heart, the women that i loved are miles away, the family that i loved are miles away, and the land that i loved has now been changed into a floating plank.

After arriving in India -Da Gama noticed how beautiful the women were - and after only several hours upon this kaleidoscopic land - he was in bed with one of the gems.Thinking to himself - How great it was to be an explorer, and how great it was to be a Natural Man...

It was the Year 2006, and a young man named Shezz sat in his bedroom after long pondering the past that mankind had endured to give him the opportunities that he had in front of him...and the life that he was living and had to live...

Men and Women, Men and Women, Men and Women...is it really that hard of an equation?

Man approaches Woman - outcomes are either:

A) Women is receptive - conversation ensues
B) Women is un-receptive - rejection ensues
C) Man chickens out of approaching an harmless woman.

Sad...Very sad, how we as humans and we has men have gotten to the stage where we can't even talk to each other. Oh No!!! Walking over there to talk to that women...lol no no no - won't work friend, you see, if i walk over there, and...say Hi to that women - she will look at me and simply reject me - its the way of the world dont you know. It happens all the time - thats why when i go out, i attempt to dress nicely, i...adopt a decent little mindset that knows all the rules and how to act - but in reality - we live in a world full of people who are only interested in one thing...themselves.

It is a very rare occurence when you truly find someone who is genuniely interested in who YOU are, wanting to spend THEIR time with YOU and enjoying the time that you two spend TOGETHER -without constantly looking around to see if 'anyone better' is taking note of the fact that you are with a gorgeous girl or vice versically a gorgeous guy...occasiionally making a false statement that 'You need to go to the bathroom - to fix your hair, or make sure that your face isnt too red or too pale or to make sure that your shirt isnt creased'...*sighs*.

December 9th 2005

After picking up a copy of 'The Game', Mike Stevens was to ever change his outlook on the way women were and are - and the way in which his life was to materialise - he no longer became Mike Stevens...he was now 'Robotica', a fully pledged member of the PUA community - with his arsenal of Negs and Routines ready to fire at any shallow, self-concious Hot Babe, he was the man, THE MAN!!

Robotica: Man? Oh, didn't you hear? By using routines and negs and other things that take us down a pathway to stifledom - we are becoming more manly!!!

Man: Really?

Robotica: Yes!! Remember how Pook and Anti-Dump writ about all that stuff years ago?

Man: Yes!

Robotica: Well...it was nonsense - unless you know all the Canned Openers - and are aware of when a girl has a bshield up - them im afraid that you arent a man.

Man: Oh...damn!

Robotica: Yep..sorry friend..your an AFC

Man: But, But - i get girls, i dont use any routines or lines, i just act Naturally, i dont act Nicely Nicely -im just the way a Man should be.

Robotica: Oh...well, i suppose your getting close - but really - you need to improve your skillset!! learn a few negs here and a few pebbles there - youll be a PUA before you know it!

Man: But i dont want to be a PUA, i just want to be a successful man.

Robotica: And you will - women will be all over you - women, women women, women ,women ,women, women ,wo-me-en, WO,meEn, women wooooooooommmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeennnnnnn, women.

Women.

Is that how you define your success? Through women? Through the use of Cheat Sheets and other 'Robotic' enterprises, used to get laid and thus up your self validation factor?Having taken a step down the PUA pathway and attempting to relay some of these 'Tactics' i have found out the thing i was looking for..but could never see...the one thing that separates us all and truly defines the way we live our lives and make us Men - what is that of which i speak?I found my Heart.

OHHHHH The AFCs, The KBJs, They Chant in Utter Disbelief!!

KBJs: You Swine! Your gay! Your a Fruit cake!
AFCs: Heart? Pffft you know nothing!!

I laugh at their ignorance, i laugh at their desire for 'Greater Glory' their greed for more 'Routines, Negs and Knowledge' to make them better with women - and their ultimate digression from Man to Robot.I was there, I know...A good friend got into a tough situation recently - that demanded a good answer - such is the commonality of the answers from these so called men -that it was posted privately - in hopes several of the small band of guys who dont have their heads in the PUA heavens could help him out...Let me also add that this is a real Man, with real Natural Game - he knows what he is doing...here is his question. He will remain anonymous.

This is one of the things I hate about the game. I met this really HB and it turns out that she has a lot of emotional baggage. She was molested as a kid.I always next this type of woman because I don’t like to play therapist. But I was checking out my journal and realized that abuse is pretty common among some HB’s.

How the hell do you guys deal with this?

Heres my 'AFC' reply (as all the gmPUAs will view)Its a difficult situation to be in, not only for yourself but for the woman - imagine going through that type of torture as a child, suffering from flashbacks and the emotional pain of not knowing who to tell, what their reactions will be and what type of relationship she may ever encounter. Believe me, it will take real Man to understand and make a relationship with a women like this work - to fully understand what and how she feels is damn near impossible - it wouldnt be fun, however - maybe this women is special - Rare things often come in obscure packages (or so ive found) and this might be the most obscure of them all.Lets take a look at this situation from the womens point of view - she meets a great guy, they have a great time talking, bowling sharing secrets and enjoying each others company - then the bombshell, she drops the secret on him...what happens? All that emotional energy that they just created goes down the pan...and the so called 'Man' runs away - leaving the poor women in the same vicious cycle she started in...Pook writ a post on 'Being A Man', does being a Man mean that you have to shirk these kind of Women? Running away to find someone who probably dosnt have the kind of emotional problems that this fine woman has, but is probably has shallow and insecure as walks this earth.
Whats past is past - the only reason that the past haunts the victims of unfortunate circumstances is 'Chance' or lack of.Im not telling you to play therapist, im not saying run away - im saying listen to your heart - this woman deserves to be loved like anyone else - Too many people constantly preach about the PUA lifestyle and how jumping from girl to girl is the way to be a man - seeking validation from women dosnt make you a man, it makes you a 'Hermit Crab', constantly seeking somekind of new energy and life from a 'New shell' and dumping it at the sign of a new one - 'If thats being a man, then im not sure i want to be one'.Being a man is about seeing life clearly, not just the ways in which should be followed but the people in it, as individuals and the Chances that we all should be given..

Shezz you fag!! What the hell! What are you telling him? That guy should have nexted her!! your a crackpot - and i used to like you...Oh yea i forgot, your one of those guys who only thinks about himself - the way his hair looks, the creases in his clothes - so what if this woman is stunning - she got a past!! stay clear!!!!*sighs* - Im pretty mad with the world as you probably know - its pretty funny though - i can just see it now - Da Game with his quill - quickly scribbling down a routine stack to run on an HB in outer Bombay...hehe oh wait!! No forget it...

You see - what i cant understand is that..even some of these so called Ladies 'Men' such as Mystery know in their hearts of hearts that PU is just a 'shell', that in reality - we are..at the end of the day -dealing with another human being in our attempts to make ourselves appear and feel more Alpha. But yet, they continue to preach how a Boyfriend Destroyer makes you the 'Man'...If breaking up a Happy relationship, using false topics of conversation that to be quite frank..i dont really give a shit about is viewed as what it takes to be a man...then to be honest with you - id rather be that same old guy that i was 4 years ago - minus the AFC and complete with the knowledge that the likes of my dad, other naturals and guys like Pook, AD and other real 'Men' have passed on...Does this make me a Nice Guy? Yes it probably does! Does this nice get laid.....'Is the pope catholic'? ;)

Guys - I know that using these routines, these false initiators makes you feel above all the other AFCs and makes you truly feel like a real Man, but beleive me - the rewards you get from truly being a man, and being true to yourself are far greater than asking a 4 set....'Who Lies More'?

By the way? Who does Lie More?...oh yea i dont care...

Sarge On...(Its going out with the intent of meeting women and getting to know them, by the process of elimination - and in all our hearts we all seek that one, that one woman who will love us and cherish us for who we are - thats what sarging is, demonstrating to a women just who you are and finding out about her in return, by means of Natural Seduction tactics that deep down we all possess...)

FR: Quoth The Raven "Never?...MORE!!!

Fat company, rosy-cheeked company, comfortable company. There were but three, but they were red enough for ten. They sat before a bustleing bar, with a mediumly low table between them; and unless the fragrance of Cigarettes and Curacao lingered longer in that room than in most others, the table had seen service very lately. But all the Pots and Ashtrays being somewhat clean, and in their proper places in the the hands of punters; and the Glowing Fruit machine standing in its usual nook, spreading its light out with an enticing forefront - as if waiting for another victim; there remained no other visible tokens of the meal just finished, than such as purred and washed their whiskers in the person of the basking pussy, and glistened...

FRIDAY 20th JANUARY 2006

20:30hrs - Natural Game Night

After attending a football presentation evening in which we left early without our trophies (dont ask), we moved briskly on to town with the aid of a minibus.

We got into the first pub and i needed to warm up - physically and seduction wise...brrrrrrrrrr

I approached two MILFS who looked genuinely pleased for the conversation:

Shezz: Hey guys - wheres the best place to go next?
MILF1: Thats what we want to know - we have no idea! lol
Shezz: haha - ive heard that this place is pretty decent (pointing to another pub)
MILF2: Yea?
Shezz: Yea - i think were going to hit up that place next.
MILF1: We need something more inclined to us older ppl
Shezz: Old?!? Nahhhh
MILF1: LOL awww
Shezz: Please, dont do that again lol
MILF1: haha
Shezz: Anyways - i gotta get back to my friends - were leaving now (Point to cheek and got a kiss off both of them)
MILFs: Cya later

I rejoined the guys feeling ready for the sarge!

We entered the next place where i immediately spotted a 3 set sitting at a table (hence the beginning of this FR)i immediately walked over and opened with 'Wheres the best place to go from here'

The 3 girls were as follows;

HB8
HB7
UG2

I was getting mad IOIs from each one but as per group theory i ignored the HB8 and starting vibing with the HB7

Shezz: Hey - wheres the best place to go from here?
HB7: Depends what you want - (she started naming all these different places and what they offered - and we vibed for like 5 minutes - i offered them all a sip of my drink which went down well)
Shezz: So how do you 3 know each other?
HB7: blah blah blah
Shezz: Cool, so -are you out for a certain occasion or a general piss up?
HB7: Were just out to get pissed haha - what about you?
Shezz: We had a presentation evening earlier -and we came round town after
HB7: ahhh ok, blah blah blah
Shezz: Say, thats an interesting ring (diamond - i motioned for her to give me it and then motioned of putting it in my pocket)
Shezz: is it real?
HB7: Yes!
Shezz: nahhhhh - its about as real as that! (pointing to my 100% cubic zirconia earring)
HB7: LOLHB8 was giving me mad IOIs and so was UG2, HB8 took out her phone and began to text someone...
Shezz: Did he call yet?
HB8: LOL did who call?
Shezz: Your boyfriend
HB8: I dont have one, he dumped me
Shezz: lol ahh unlucky - who you texting?
HB8: You!
Shezz: huh? me? Do i know you?
HB8: (handing me phone) Nope

The text message read as follows:"This is my number if you want it XXXXXXXXXXX"

Shezz: Ok (i replied with) "Ok ugly x" (and gave her phone back)
HB8: LOL your mean
Shezz: And?...
HB8: LOL
Shezz: Oh btw i didnt introduce myself - im Peter, Peter Pan
HB8 and HB7: LOL
UG2: Staring menacingly (i was kinda scared - she was bigger than me!)

So i started a little convo with UG before running TDs version of Sexual Predators...

Shezz: You women are sexual predators...
HB8: Yup! blah blah

After running that i then ran...(sorry guys im lazy today lol)

Shezz: It just wouldnt work between us!
HB8: Why?
Shezz: Were just too similar! You wouldnt take my shit and i wouldnt take yours - we'd end up fighting all the time and having hot make up sex after...im just not sure im ready for a volatile relationship like that
HB8: LOL!
Shezz: (trouble was brewing - UG had gone crazy because she liked me and HB8 had given me her number - time to go...)
Shezz: Anyways - were going, you have a good night - (quick kiss and then left...)

The next place, we had some great fun - dancing, singing and basically just being guys - girls responded well and were approaching us etc - goodstuff...

We ended up in the nightclub - having approached a girl earlier who was ok - she wouldnt leave me all night and was constantly trying to grab me and kiss me - that was annoying to be honest - especially when i was trying to game an HB8...

After some butt grinding, some heavy KINO and my favourite line of:"You know, your not a very good dancer...but you have real sexy eyes" - a nice little makeout close ensued - we went to the bar and i bought her a drink (i was feeling generous) and we made out again before she had to leave...number close#2

I met up with two guys who i knew for the last 15 minutes and we approached a few more sets (these guys are naturals) before doing some more crazy dancing and heading to the burger shop...

It was a real fun night

- about 8 cheek kisses from girls - 3 makeouts (2 with same girl) and 2 numbers...

I grabbed a burger, Hawaiin burger it was called...It was meat with Pineapple on

Then jumped in my cab for home...

Sarge On...

FR: So Close...To An STD!!!

FRIDAY 6th JANUARY 2006

23:20 est

Me, Sensation and Special-K decided to hit up town to do some sarging and have a few drinks - we knew full well that the town would be pretty much dead due to the fact that most people were sensible enough (or stupid enough - dependant on how you look at) to spend all their money over the festive period.

To be quite honest -we werent gaming, we were just out to have a few drinks and have a good time.

After getting into town at 20:40 - we drank a few bottles, danced for a while and eyed up some talent - approaching a few women but without any real intent. We got into a club called Tonic, and after getting a bottle of Coors we hit the dance floor - after about 10 minutes, i was approached by an HB9, (guys - she was real hot - even i couldnt believe she was approaching me, and hey - im the Shezz! , she comes upto me on the dance floor and starts talking, 5 minutes of vibing and we start to dance - me doing my MAVEC and using plenty of KINO, and my favourite one - the "Girls are like Dogs Technique".

This is basically my little theory - based on the kinetic interactions i have with my pet dog...Hell NO!! Guys - i mean petting her you psychos!! - if i stroke her for say 30 seconds, then take away my hand - she will claw at me and bite at me to stroke her again - attention seeking if you will - i apply the same basic principle to women :-

- Going in for a kiss -then pulling away at the last moment= She grabs my head and pulls me in for a kiss - RESIST!! Kiss her on your own terms.

- Holding her hips and then taking your hands away= She'll grab your hands and put them back - RESIST!! Take them off and put them somewhere else.

After - 25 minutes of dancing and no suitable isolation point withing the club, we hit the bar.

HB9: You are so fucking fit!
Me: Awww thankyou - they all say that
HB: Whos all?
Me: Oh, just people.
HB: Are you going to fuck me later?
Me: Hmmm im thinking about it.

HBs ugly azz friend (who Sensation was gaming): Oi - ive got a bone to pick with you!
HB9: Ive already got a bone -(grabs my d1ck!)
Me: What have you been drinking?
HB9: Your cum! hehehe
Me: You wish
HB9: (grabs my azz) So, are you going to fuck me?
Special-K: (Mishearing the Hb as her saying - "You are Funny") He's not some kind of clown you know!
Me: (Motioning to K - to stop lol)

While this was going on - we decided to venue change to another club, after more vibing to the next joint - and more supplication from Sensation to the UG, we got into a club called Livingstones.
After 20 minutes of dancing - i told K that i was isolating - so me and HB9 went and sat down in a secluded part of the club, after 5 minutes of kissing, low and behold - Sensation and K come over and join us.

So theres only 3 chairs at the table - and the list is as follows:
Me
Sensation
Special-K
UG
HB9

What to do???

HeheSensation takes one chair, im already in one and K takes the latter (he never approached all night btw)UG sits on Sensations lap and HB9 sits on mine - after some more kissing - i pulled her top to one side and started kissing her tit, stroking just around her nipple at the same time - i then used Chancealots technique, i kissed her nipple and then quickly replaced her clothing across her tit - she loved this. I was stroking her thighs and eventually got the finger in, second finger close in a month wahooo! - fclose was on its way - i could feel it - literally heeheeI had a huge boner at this time, and the precum was on its way- so i motioned for Sensation to seal the deal in the toilets - no dice, there was bouncers outside both.

All HB9 kept saying was: " when are we going to fuck!" - oh enough already - Sensation suggested we venue change to a park just outside the nightclub - to hell with that! -it was -5C outside!!So Special-K suggested we could go back to his joint and fuck the girls - we were walking towards our cab when the night suddenly went from Good to Bad to Downright Ugly in 10 minutes - oh damn.

Turns out HB9 had a psychotic bf, he calls her up and a row ensues, Sensations UG suddenly starts crying and HB9 is trying to console her, and then to cap things off i see my ex-gf, who just happens to be friends with HB9!! Ex-gf tells me that HB9 has an STD, and it would be rather wise for me to not go any further - duly noted.

After coming close to getting burned, we decided to just leave the two girls and go for a chicken burger, after eating that, missing our Cab and standing freezing in the cold - we finally manage to get home at 3:30am.My ballz were fucking killing me guys - so i had a wank to releive that and hit the hay - pretty thankful to be honest - tonight we Sarge for real.

Sarge On...

Rules Of Wedding Crashing

I just thought id post these for some fun - you can apply to your game if you wish however - there are some decent ones in here:

HINT: Replace Crasher with Wingman ;)

The Rules Of Wedding Crashing

Rule #1 - Never leave a fellow Crasher behind. Crashers take care of their own.
Rule #2 - Never use your real name.
Rule #3 - Never confess.
Rule #4 - No one goes home alone.
Rule #5 - Never Let a girl get between you and a fellow crasher.
Rule #6 - Do not sit in the corner and sulk. It draws attention in a negative way. Draw attention to yourself, but on your own terms.
Rule #7 - Blend in by standing out.
Rule #8 - Be the life of the party.
Rule #9 - Whatever it takes to get in, get in.
Rule #10 - Invitations are for pussies.
Rule #11 - Sensitive is good.
Rule #12 - When it stops being fun, break something.
Rule #13 - Bridesmaids are desperate - console them.
Rule #14 - You're a distant relative of a dead cousin.
Rule #15 - Fight the urge to tell the truth.
Rule #16 - Always have an up-to-date family tree.
Rule #17 - Every female wedding guest deserves a wedding night.
Rule #18 - You love animals and children.
Rule #19 - Toast in the native language if you know the native language and have practiced the toast. Do not wing it.
Rule #20 - The older the better, the younger the better (see Rule below)
Rule #21 - Definitely make sure she's 18.
Rule #22 - You have a wedding and a reception to seal the deal. Period. No overtime.
Rule #23 - There's nothing wrong with having seconds. Provided there's enough women to go around.
Rule #24 - If you get outted, leave calmly. Do not run.
Rule #25 - You understand she heard that but that's not what you meant.
Rule #26 - Of course you love her.
Rule #27 - Don't over drink. The machinery must work in order to close.
Rule #28 - Make sure there's an open bar.
Rule #29 - Always be a team player. Everyone needs a little help now and again.
Rule #30 - Know the playbook so you can call an audible.
Rule #31 - If you call an audible, always make sure your fellow Crashers know.
Rule #32 - Don't commit to a relative unless you're absolutely sure that they have a pulse.
Rule #33 - Never go back to your place.
Rule #34 - Be gone by sunrise.
Rule #35 - Breakfast is for closers.
Rule #36 - Your favorite movie is "The English Patient".
Rule #37 - At the reception, one hard drink or two beers max. A drunk crasher is a sloppy crasher.
Rule #38 - Girls in hats tend to be proper and rarely give it up.
Rule #39 - The way to a woman's bed is through the dance floor.
Rule #40 - Dance with old folks and the kids. The girls will think you're "sweet."
Rule #41 - Never hit on the bride -- it's a one way ticket to the pavement
Rule #42 - Try not to break anything, unless you're not having fun.
Rule #43 - At the service, sit in the fifth row. It's close enough to wedding party to seem like you're an invited guest. Never sit in the back. The back row just smells like crashing.
Rule #44 - Create an air of mystery that involves some painful experience when interacting with the girl you're after. But don't talk about it.
Rule #45 - Always remember your fake name! Rehearse it in advance and make sure you know your fellow Crasher's code-name as well!
Rule #46 - The Rules of Wedding Crashing are sacred. Don't sully them by "improvising."
Rule #47 - You forgot your invitation in your rush to get to the church.
Rule #48 - Make sure all the single women at the wedding know you're there because you've just suffered either a terrible breakup or the death of your fiancée.
Rule #49 - Always work into the conversation: "Yeah, I have tons of money. But how does one buy happiness?"
Rule #50 - Be pensive! It draws out the "healer" in women.
Rule #51 - Always pull out in time.
Rule #52 - Tell any woman you're interested in that you'd love to stay put but you promised to help out at the homeless shelter today.
Rule #53 - It's time to put your Drama Lessons in practice! Get choked up during the service. The girls will think you're "sensitive." Bring a slice of onion or artificial tears if necessary.
Rule #54 - Avoid virgins. They're too clingy.
Rule #55 - If pressed, tell people you're related to Uncle John. Everyone has an Uncle John.
Rule #56 - Don't fixate on one woman. ALWAYS have a back-up.
Rule #57 - When seeing a rival Crasher, do not interact - merely acknowledge each other with a tug on the earlobe and gracefully move on.
Rule #58 - The Ferrari's in the shop.
Rule #59 - If two rival crashers pick the same girl, the crasher with the least seniority will respectfully yield.
Rule #60 - No "chicken dancing" - no exceptions.
Rule #61 - When crashing out of state, request permission from the local Wedding Crasher chapter.
Rule #62 - No more than two weddings a weekend. More and your game gets sloppy. You'll also attract unwanted notice.
Rule #63 - Bring an extra umbrella when it rains. Courtesy opens more legs than charm.
Rule #64 - Always save room for cake.
Rule #65 - When your crash partner fails, you fail. No man is an island.
Rule #66 - Smile! You're having the time of your life.
Rule #67 - Mix it up a little. You can't always be the man with the haunted past.
Rule #68 - Dance with the Bride's grandmother.
Rule #69 - No sex on the altar. Confessionals, okay. Chair lofts, better.
Rule #70 - Two shutouts in a row? It's time to take a week off. Ask yourself: what is it that is getting in the way of my happiness?
Rule #71 - Research, research, research the wedding party. And when you are done researching, research some more.
Rule #72 - Studies have shown that women have a more developed sense of smell. Breath mints - small cost, big yield.
Rule #73 - Keep interactions with the parents of the bride and groom to a minimum.
Rule #74 - In case of emergency, refer to the rulebook.
Rule #75 - Girls in hats tend to be proper and rarely give it up.
Rule #76 - No excuses. Play like a champion.
Rule #77 - Carry extra protection at ALL times.
Rule #78 - The unmarried female rabbi - is she fair game? Of course she is.
Rule #79 - The tables furthest from the kitchen always get served first.
Rule #80 - Stop, look, listen. At weddings. In life.
Rule #81 - Occasionally bring a gift - you're getting sex without having to buy dinner, so you can afford a blender.
Rule #82 - Always think ahead but always stay in the moment. Reconcile this paradox and you'll not only get the girl, you might also get peace of mind.
Rule #83 - Don't let the ring bearer bum your smokes. His parents may start to ask questions.
Rule #84 - Stay clear of the wedding planner. They may recognize you and start to wonder.
Rule #85 - Don't use the "I have two months to live" bit - not cool, not effective.
Rule #86 - Shoes say a lot about the man.
Rule #87 - Always choose large weddings. More choice. Easier to blend.
Rule #88 - You're from out of town. ALWAYS.
Rule #89 - Know something about the place you say you are from, whether be from another US state or another country. Texas is too-played out. For some reason, England, Germany or even New Hampshire seem to work. Master the accents convincingly, and you've nailed them!
Rule #90 - Of course you dream of one day having children.
Rule #91 - Never dance to "What I Like About You." It's long past time to let that song go. Someone will request it at every wedding. Don't dance to it. No matter how...
Rule #92 - Tell the bride's friends and family that you are family of the groom and visa-versa.
Rule #93 - Only take one car. You never know when you'll need to make a fast escape.
Rule #94 - Deep down, most people hate themselves. This knowledge is the key to most bedroom doors.
Rule #95 - Try not to show off on the dance floor. This means you Jeremy.
Rule #96 - Etiquette isn't old-fashioned. It's sexy.
Rule #97 - Catholic weddings - the classic dilemma: painfully long ceremony - horny girls.
Rule #98 - The newspaper Wedding Announcements are your racing form. Choose carefully.
Rule #99 - Be judicious with cologne. Citrus tones are best.
Rule #100 - Save the tuxes for "the big show" only.
Rule #101 - Avoid women who were psychology majors in college. There is no kind of woman more clingy and persistent than a psychologist investigating your story later on.
Rule #102 - No periwinkle colored ties, please.
Rule #103 - Always have an early "appointment" the next morning.
Rule #104 - Be well groomed and well-mannered.
Rule #105 - Never cockblock a fellow Crasher. Cockblocking an invited guest--okay.
Rule #106 - Eat plentiful, digest your food. You'll need the energy later.
Rule #107 - Know when to abandon ship if it ain't floating.
Rule #108 - Know your swing and salsa dancing. Girls love to get twisted around.
Rule #109 - Always carry an assortment of place cards to match any wedding design.
Rule #110 - Make sure your magic trick and balloon animal skills are not rusty. If the kids love it, the girls will too.
Rule #111 - NEVER reveal your true identity.
Rule #112 - Have FUN! It's why you're there!!!
Rule #113 - Don't look for opportunities; make them.
Rule #114 - 3-4 months to wedding crash--funerals are year round!
Rule #115 - Never walk away from a crasher in a funny jacket.

Sarge On...

Dating

Having recently watched the film 'Wedding Crashers' starring Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson (and thoroughly enjoying it i might add) - i picked up some good tips, and agreed with some of the insight that is given in the film - at the beginning of the movie, Vaughn talks about Dating. Pretty goodstuff - check it out:

Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced, awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling.

You're sitting there, you're wondering,"Do I have food on my face? Am I eating? Am I talking too much? Are they talking enough? Am I interested? I'm not really interested, Should I play like I'm interested? But I'm not that interested, but I think she might be interested. But do I want to be interested? But now she's not interested." So now, all of sudden I'm...I'm starting to get interested.

And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door? 'Cause then it's awkward, it's like "Well, good night." Do you do like the ass-out hug? Where you like... you hug each other like this, and the ass sticks out because you're trying not to get too close. Or do you go right in and just kiss 'emon the lips or don't kiss 'em at all? It's very difficult trying to read the situation and all the while you're just really wondering, "Are we gonna get hopped enough to make some bad decisions?" And perhaps playa little game called "Just the Tip." Just for a second, just to see how it feels, - or "Ouch Ouch, You're on My Hair."- Okay.

Hey, Janice. Great talk.

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haha greatstuff

Sarge On...

The Frame Of Control

A-Unit has a new post up on the DJ boards which he has very kindly let me post. The frame of control is perhaps one of the most underrated aspects of being a DJ and PUA and is a very good tool for every man to know about. In it he covers NLP and its stem of beliefs and the overall Frame Of Control that we are all capable of taking hold of!

With out further ado:

"Originally Posted By A-Unit on Sosuave.net:"

Frames in the case of NLP are merely filters through belief flows. For instance, if you're highly religious in Christianity, your "frame of belief" will lead your life through the filter of Christianity. You would read the bible. Withhold sex until marriage (most likely). Generally be nice to people. Devote time to church. Attempt to bring other's to the word of God. The specifics of "why we believe" are varied. Some would say environment during childhood, some would say innate spirit, others would advocate experiences. All of them relevant. Nonetheless we have beliefs on what life is, as it's our perceptual filter.If you're from a wealthy family, your beliefs innately drive you toward replicating their success. You'd be a saver. You would know how to invest properly. You would be apprised of the investing world at a much younger age than your peers. Even some E-books, some of which you've purchased, focus on Frames. David D talks about Frames, or Beliefs. Beliefs are much more worldly, a frame is the individual situation. For example, you may have the philosophy of taking control of situations and taking responsibility for outcomes, but haven't internalized the belief so that you TRULY believe it. The Frame doesn't carry. In alot of cases, guys get blown up by women because...-they don't have control-the frame is skewed toward her (i.e. prizing her over you)The frame/belief scenario coordinates action, as it is self reflective. If you see the world through BELIEF 'a', you then project it back on to yourself, and act in accordance with that image. So if a woman is a prize to you, or THE ONE, even if you've never spoken a word to her, you'll see yourself as lesser, and act that way. Flip it, if you see her as another run-of-the-mill woman, then you act normal, like you, and can come from a place of logic and make normal judgement calls as you would any other day. And if she likes you, then it's obvious, and if she doesn't, you just walk away. --------------------------So what is the Frame of Control?It's a belief. It's THE belief that you control WHERE you are, WHO you are, WHO you are with, WHAT enters your life, WHAT exits your life, WHAT you feel, WHAT you do not feel, HOW you feel. It covers the basic questions...

WHERE
WHO
WHAT
WHY
WHEN
HOW

You can do but 1 thing: control Choice.

If you begin by ACCEPTING the responsibility of choice, you can then exhibit control. Control to stay and talk with a woman, or to walk away. Control to walk up to her, own the situation, and walk away with a number, or walk to your car with her. This is INNER GAME projected ******D, because if you believe in your mind, your heart of hearts that you alone were stuck here, shot here, or built here for a purpose, and its up to you to make something of it, then you begin dealing in reality and accepting the responsibility of control. It does not mean forcing your will upon people; it means make a choice, sticking with it, and moving on if it doesn't match between 2 people. Examples...Let's say you're out, you're at a Day Spa buying a Gift Certificate for your mother or sister. You run into a beautiful young lady who works there. You don't know who she is; you could make lots of assumptions, and label her. Prize her up. Think she has a BF. Figure she's a hore because she pierces her nose or tattoos her back. But why go that far? Own the frame. It's your life. Feel the situation. There's no "specific" outcome. Only the maximization of that particular situation. You can't know the outcome because you don't even know her name, where she lives, if she's clean, dirty, fake, broke, married, has a child and so on. Don't get so romantic on her just because her looks leads you to think/feel a whole host of things. The control of the frame means ACCEPTING or REJECTING people who treat or don't treat you well. So you just talk, like she's a normal person, because she is. The Frustration of the AFC, or any guy for that matter. The AFC, or any guy who is upset over women, has 2 real basic issues, the Frame of Control, and his own plight with the world. The Frame of Control is simple, it's developing the belief that you own and control your reality, your feelings, your emotions, your actions, and your decisions. You choose to still engage a flaky girl. You choose the type and quality of women you date. You choose if you have sex with her more or less. (Of course, if sex is a given, and you'll have it readily, then it's her right of refusal). The same piece is the plight with the world. Reality is as it is. It exists whether humans are here or not. It's in the mind where people create problems for themselves, because they perceive the world a certain way, OR, expect it to be another way. And this means you're wrong, the world isn't. Other people might be wrong, but it's also your call to put up with what that person does or says.If you have an unruly woman, or wife for that matter, you're not spiritually or cosmically ordained to be with her, unless you're Siamese twins, also. You don't have to tolerate anything in life, really. You can shed the emotion, as much as you desire to block out or ignore it. Tell me, if you were beemed onto a beautiful planet, not other beings, and just had to live, exist, and go on. What would be wrong? There's no people? What more would you need? Aside from working on "surviving", nothing really. Sure, a companion would be fun, but you'd spend your WHOLE life exploring the planet, inventing better methods to get by, discovering new food, etc. Now advance that, a few people are slung ahead to live with you. And then more. And then more. The planet has all we need to live, and the systems are in place so you don't have to raise chickens, or hunt, or gather; you just do what you're good at and you can get what it is you want. If the world values what you do highly, you get paid alot. If not, you get paid a little. But all the craziness of the world is created by the mixing of a whole bunch of EGOs, and different systems of BELIEF to support those egos, because in the peace and serenity of life, NO EGO exists. It's the minute others pop up this little devil comes forward trying dominate, one up, prevent, protect, deride, socialize, mix, mingle, down, up, befriend, OTHER EGOs. So the world itself is fine. It's the people that aren't. But people in general want it to be better. What they must ask is, Can we as people BE BETTER? It's not the system, but the individual players IN THAT SYSTEM which determines the running of it. So by and large, more bad people or bad wants overrun the good wants or good people. What you have to do is not be effected by it, much like knowing everybody is an agent, it's easier to ACCEPT a person as they are and deal with that, than DENY it and try to get around it. Some guys "right off" girls with excuses...she's too pretty, she was busy, her family, her friends, her grades. Bottom line: anything we want, we do. Nothing really ever gets in the way of that. So if she likes you, she won't flake. If she's worthy, she won't be a bytch. And so on. Deal with what you see, not with how you think it should be, or how it was, etc. Don't be so dreamy.

--------------------------It's a belief that..."

...I control my life. I control my feelings." You learn, what it is you want. If you say, "I want people who enjoy being around me, and I reject those who don't," then if you're out with a woman, or meet someone like that, NEXTing them isn't about EGO preservation, it's about controlling what it is you want and don't want. Sure, people won't like you, that's the way it is. But you don't have to stand to tolerate or make excuses for it. In fact, MAKE FUN of it. I love when people can make up reasons NOT to like someone. If you go the club or the bar, or the mall, it's because you WANT to, NOT because you're motivated to. If your WANT is in it, so's the PASSION, so are you 100% of it. You recognize before you what you're viewing. Seeing the 'game', knowing the game, means understanding the players, the relationships, and what's going, and not being part of it. Not being subject to those rules. Most falter BECAUSE of that. Within the game exist rules, and by the rules you follow you reap rewards. However, it hinders those who aren't "true" players in the sense of the word.
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As a man, as human 'doing', you are master of your destiny. You control each and every aspect of where you are, who you are, how you are, why you are, and what you are. You control the people you interact with. You control the money you spend. You CONTROL you, and therefore EVERYTHING you interact with. You can't control those 'things', but if you control where you invest your emotions and time, you gain the edge.

A-Unit
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***Standing Ovation***

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