I've been searching for apartments in San Diego online. My goal is to get an apartment that is in a central location, close to both downtown and where I'm going to be working. I don't want to have to drive more than 30 minutes to work, preferably no more than 20.
I don't consider myself to be picky when it comes to places I want to live, but the amenity I MUST have is my own washer and dryer. For two years I had to deal with not having my own washer and dryer. Not only do you have to compete for machine usage, but you have to deal with other people taking out your clothes. For this reason, you have to be up and around waiting for your clothes to get done. Worse still is the cost. You have to pay money every time you want to wash and it's even worse if your clothes don't get completely dry on the first run.
My first apartment came with its own washer and dryer and it was awesome. I put my clothes in the washer and go to sleep or, better yet, leave my apartment and do other stuff. Much to my surprise, this amenity isn't very common in San Diego. The only apartments that have it seem to be the very upscale ones, and they have high rents because of all their other amenities.
While I'm on the subject of amenities, you have to wonder about some of them at these upscale apartments. Some of them are important, like high speed Internet, air conditioning (yes, this is advertised as an amenity in California), or hardwood floors (God help if you have carpet in your living room or bathroom). Others are just make me wonder if they have them just so they can charge you more. For example, two of the apartments I'm considering have both a residents' lounges and a clubhouse. Why do you need both? They could easily be combined into one by simply putting a bar and sink into the residents' lounge. That's what we do in Texas. I'm living close to downtown so I can go to clubs. I don't need to pay for one as part of my rent. Worse yet, fireplaces. Honestly, when was the last time it got cold in San Diego? Want to cook over a fire? That's why barbecue grills were invented. Okay, rant over.
When searching for apartments, make sure you check out reviews of the place. There was one place I really liked (good price, nice floor plan), but once I read the reviews of the place I scratched it off my list. Apartments are like movies: critics say one thing, but you are more likely to relate to the reviews of the common people. Besides, if I'm going to be shelling out $1500-$2500 a month for a place to live, I damn well better make sure I'll enjoy it. Sadly, the place I wanted to move into the most is reserved for people serving in the military. It has all the amenities I want, a great location, and costs hundreds less than the others. Oh well, I guess I better go back to deciding how I'm going to decorate my fireplace.
By the way, I went to Future Fest last Saturday. Expect a field report soon!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Perez Hilton Didn't See This Coming, is He for Real?
I'm a little late hopping on this train, but Perez Hilton got punched in the face a few days ago. According to him, he was hit by the tour manager of the Black Eyed Peas. Said tour manager has already been charged for assault by the Canadian Police (the incident happened in Toronto) so this is true.
Will.I.AM of the Black Eyed Peas made a video statement discussing what happened that night. I'm not going to talk about it much because it is, quite frankly, boring.
The real gem was Perez Hilton's reply to the statement. I'm not going to go into too much detail about the video because you can just watch it, but the main theme is how mystified Perez is that someone would hit him.
My response to that is, "Bullshit!" I don’t believe for some second that Perez didn’t know this would happen eventually. He’s just acting like this so he can play the “hapless victim” card. Personally, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. Whether or not he deserved it (I'll leave that for the fans and haters to duke out), he definitely had it coming. Perez's blog has been up for five years, and most of that time has been spent talking trash about celebrities. I'm not talking about mundane comments like "His music sucks!" or "She is a skank." That's there, too, but what he is really famous for are his obscene additions to photos of celebrities. It is not uncommon for find a picture of whatever celebrity he is attacking edited—with MS Paint quality—to make it look like jizz was coming out of their mouth. If I walked around showing people pictures of themselves with man-juice on their face, I know I would get slapped. It’s common sense.
There were other warnings, too. People have sued Perez for some of the things on his blog. At this point most people would have thought, "Maybe I should tone it down a bit and stop turning pictures of Vanessa Hudgens into bukkake porn." Nope, not Perez. He just kept covering pics with cum like he owned a sperm bank. I'm not saying he should have stopped insulting celebrities completely, but the lawsuits should have been enough to make him realize that some people are affected enough by his content to take action against him, which brings me back to my point: Why is he so surprised about being hit?
Doesn't he realize the risk that comes with being a mudslinger? If you do nothing but insult people, eventually someone is going to take exception to it and fight back. Most of the time it is just verbally, but some people will fight with their fists. It's easy to avoid getting hit if you keep a low profile and hide behind a computer screen, but Perez is often in the position to do it to their face.
Unlike the writers of most other popular mudslinging websites, Perez is high profile. Perez is acknowledged by the mainstream media and participates regularly in celebrity events. The day he got punched, Perez was at the MuchMusic Video Awards AS PART OF LADY GAGA'S ENTOURAGE. Perez puts himself out there, surrounding himself with the very celebrities he insults. And he's still shocked about being punched? Come on!
But Perez wasn't hit at the video awards. The manager punched him at an afterparty. This part confused me the most. As I stated earlier, Perez is no stranger to the party scene. He's been to nightclubs, bars, and other nighttime events with celebrities in the past. What do people do in bars and clubs? Get drunk and party. Why do they have bouncers in these places? Because some people get violent when they drunk and all it takes a rude remark to make fist start flying. Almost anyone has been to a bar or club (or watches VH1 and MTV) knows this to be true. The few who don't are either completely oblivious or don't go out often (like once a year). Since Perez obviously goes out often, that would mean he'd have to be oblivious to not know how fights get started in clubs. So he's expecting to us to believe he can sense a celebrity scandal from 50 miles away in the dark, but he can't see the interactions going on the club around him? I’m not buying it.
So in summary, yes, Perez, you punched were in the face. Yes, it was wrong for the tour manager to do that to you. Yes, you are allowed to say whatever you want. Finally, yes, you don't have to respect anyone. But if you honestly can't understand how or why someone would hit you for the things you have said, then you are too dumb to be out in public and should join the Lucy Spiller wannabes writing for Gawker. You aren't a moron, so stop pretending you didn't see this coming just to get sympathy.
The real irony of all this is that Perez, who is openly gay, got punched because he called someone a "faggot." If he hadn't been saying something he shouldn't have been saying (derogatory slurs), none of this would have happened.
Will.I.AM of the Black Eyed Peas made a video statement discussing what happened that night. I'm not going to talk about it much because it is, quite frankly, boring.
The real gem was Perez Hilton's reply to the statement. I'm not going to go into too much detail about the video because you can just watch it, but the main theme is how mystified Perez is that someone would hit him.
My response to that is, "Bullshit!" I don’t believe for some second that Perez didn’t know this would happen eventually. He’s just acting like this so he can play the “hapless victim” card. Personally, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. Whether or not he deserved it (I'll leave that for the fans and haters to duke out), he definitely had it coming. Perez's blog has been up for five years, and most of that time has been spent talking trash about celebrities. I'm not talking about mundane comments like "His music sucks!" or "She is a skank." That's there, too, but what he is really famous for are his obscene additions to photos of celebrities. It is not uncommon for find a picture of whatever celebrity he is attacking edited—with MS Paint quality—to make it look like jizz was coming out of their mouth. If I walked around showing people pictures of themselves with man-juice on their face, I know I would get slapped. It’s common sense.
There were other warnings, too. People have sued Perez for some of the things on his blog. At this point most people would have thought, "Maybe I should tone it down a bit and stop turning pictures of Vanessa Hudgens into bukkake porn." Nope, not Perez. He just kept covering pics with cum like he owned a sperm bank. I'm not saying he should have stopped insulting celebrities completely, but the lawsuits should have been enough to make him realize that some people are affected enough by his content to take action against him, which brings me back to my point: Why is he so surprised about being hit?
Doesn't he realize the risk that comes with being a mudslinger? If you do nothing but insult people, eventually someone is going to take exception to it and fight back. Most of the time it is just verbally, but some people will fight with their fists. It's easy to avoid getting hit if you keep a low profile and hide behind a computer screen, but Perez is often in the position to do it to their face.
Unlike the writers of most other popular mudslinging websites, Perez is high profile. Perez is acknowledged by the mainstream media and participates regularly in celebrity events. The day he got punched, Perez was at the MuchMusic Video Awards AS PART OF LADY GAGA'S ENTOURAGE. Perez puts himself out there, surrounding himself with the very celebrities he insults. And he's still shocked about being punched? Come on!
But Perez wasn't hit at the video awards. The manager punched him at an afterparty. This part confused me the most. As I stated earlier, Perez is no stranger to the party scene. He's been to nightclubs, bars, and other nighttime events with celebrities in the past. What do people do in bars and clubs? Get drunk and party. Why do they have bouncers in these places? Because some people get violent when they drunk and all it takes a rude remark to make fist start flying. Almost anyone has been to a bar or club (or watches VH1 and MTV) knows this to be true. The few who don't are either completely oblivious or don't go out often (like once a year). Since Perez obviously goes out often, that would mean he'd have to be oblivious to not know how fights get started in clubs. So he's expecting to us to believe he can sense a celebrity scandal from 50 miles away in the dark, but he can't see the interactions going on the club around him? I’m not buying it.
So in summary, yes, Perez, you punched were in the face. Yes, it was wrong for the tour manager to do that to you. Yes, you are allowed to say whatever you want. Finally, yes, you don't have to respect anyone. But if you honestly can't understand how or why someone would hit you for the things you have said, then you are too dumb to be out in public and should join the Lucy Spiller wannabes writing for Gawker. You aren't a moron, so stop pretending you didn't see this coming just to get sympathy.
The real irony of all this is that Perez, who is openly gay, got punched because he called someone a "faggot." If he hadn't been saying something he shouldn't have been saying (derogatory slurs), none of this would have happened.
Things Are Looking Up
I've been up since 6:30 this morning. I guess I'm just too excited to sleep.
A few days ago I got a job offer with the company I hoped would hire me. Nothing has been finalized yet, but if all goes well I will be moving to San Diego in the near future. I need to start looking for an apartment and deciding where in San Diego I want to stay.
Future Fest is in a few days, and it looks like I won't be going alone after all. Yesterday I bumped into some old friends of mine and it turns out they are going, too. We made plans to meet up there. Events like this are funner with friends. I have go out and buy some glowsticks and other rave gear. Since this will be the last major event I attend in Austin, I plan to out with style.
The one drawback is that I'm probably going to be standing outside a few hours before the event starts. Anyone who has lived in Austin knows that when something big goes down, you have to get there early just to find a parking space! I had to do the same thing when I went to see the Veronica and Lady Gaga.
A few days ago I got a job offer with the company I hoped would hire me. Nothing has been finalized yet, but if all goes well I will be moving to San Diego in the near future. I need to start looking for an apartment and deciding where in San Diego I want to stay.
Future Fest is in a few days, and it looks like I won't be going alone after all. Yesterday I bumped into some old friends of mine and it turns out they are going, too. We made plans to meet up there. Events like this are funner with friends. I have go out and buy some glowsticks and other rave gear. Since this will be the last major event I attend in Austin, I plan to out with style.
The one drawback is that I'm probably going to be standing outside a few hours before the event starts. Anyone who has lived in Austin knows that when something big goes down, you have to get there early just to find a parking space! I had to do the same thing when I went to see the Veronica and Lady Gaga.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Wow...
The only thing I remember about last night is bringing two girls into my apartment. That's it. I don't remember what happened before or after. For all I know, I could have had a threesome and not remember it.
I've spent the last hour trying to piece my night together based on the things lying around my apartment. Apparently last night involved Plucker's and quite a bit of gin. The full bottle I bought last night is now empty and the blue stains in the leftover cups suggest Powerade was involved.
I was definitely Ninth Circle (article coming soon) drunk last night. In fact, I don't think I've been that drunk since my 21st bday. And if you haven't guessed already, I'm still wasted now.
I've spent the last hour trying to piece my night together based on the things lying around my apartment. Apparently last night involved Plucker's and quite a bit of gin. The full bottle I bought last night is now empty and the blue stains in the leftover cups suggest Powerade was involved.
I was definitely Ninth Circle (article coming soon) drunk last night. In fact, I don't think I've been that drunk since my 21st bday. And if you haven't guessed already, I'm still wasted now.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Working on My Writing
I'm currently trying to improve my writing skills and find the style that is right for me. So expect a few of the future field reports and stories to have a varying styles. I'm trying to for a "funny yet informative" style of writing.
I've also decided to expand the scope of the blog. Instead of it just focusing on my party-life I've also decided to add a few things about my life outside of partying. For example, I'm currently trying to lose weight. I am currently 6' and 230 lbs and trying to get to 190 lbs. Expect to see short updates on how that is going. Advice would be welcome as well. All of the events unrelated to game will be marked with a "life" tag.
In other news, I'm back in Ft. Worth visiting my parents for a week so it will be much harder to party. You are more likely to see more "life" stories pop up here the next few days.
I've also decided to expand the scope of the blog. Instead of it just focusing on my party-life I've also decided to add a few things about my life outside of partying. For example, I'm currently trying to lose weight. I am currently 6' and 230 lbs and trying to get to 190 lbs. Expect to see short updates on how that is going. Advice would be welcome as well. All of the events unrelated to game will be marked with a "life" tag.
In other news, I'm back in Ft. Worth visiting my parents for a week so it will be much harder to party. You are more likely to see more "life" stories pop up here the next few days.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Beating the Odds
Date occurred: June 13
It seems Aphrodite threw me a bone last night. Usually, when I spend too much time “blessing Dionysus,” I am unable to function socially. I don’t know what it was, but despite all my drinking I was able to number close almost every girl at a party that was made up of mostly guys.
Last week, a girl I hadn’t talked to in while, Betty, surprised me with an invite to her party. Since I hadn’t seen her in over a year and didn’t have anything else to do I decided to go. Besides, a girl whose pants I had been trying to get into since graduation was on the guest list so I figured I could run some more game on her at the party.
Since I only knew three people on the guest list, I invited one of my friends, Proton, to come along. I told him where the party was and he told me he’d be there around 11. It was currently 9 and I planned to show up at 10:30, which meant I had some drinking to do.
I had recently discovered the Powerade’s use as a mixer. Whether I’m drinking rum, vodka, gin, or a combination of the three, Powerade completely covers up the taste of the alcohol. Needless to say, I was pretty drunk when I got to the party.
Recently, I’ve started bringing a flask to parties. Why? Because I’ve learned the hard way that party-punch and game don’t mix. So instead of playing the lotto and hoping for something good, I bring my own alcohol so I know exactly what I’m drinking. Tonight, it would be a mix of gin, vodka, and rum.
As soon as I got to the party, I greeted Betty and we had some soju together. Afterwards, I took a look around and realized most of the people at the party were guys. I figured since it was early, more girls would show up later. That would not be the case. I was too drunk to put two and two together at the time, but it was math/physics major party. Guess how many girls major in math or physics? Exactly.
Oh well, I was having fun. Most of the guys were really cool (or maybe I was just drunk) and since I graduated with an engineering degree, I could relate to all of them. The highlight of this section is the guys doing keg-stands. Normally keg-stands aren’t worth writing about, but these guys put a weird twist on it. Someone had brought a banana costume. Every time someone wanted to do a keg-stand, that person would put the costume on. It was amusing until some guy threw up in the ice around the keg. But this story isn’t about the guys.
The first number I got was after Proton had arrived. I was in the middle of telling my “Testicle Report” story him and this other guy when a girl walked up to us. I will be honest, this girl was very large. She probably weighed more than I did, and I’m not a small guy, but she also wore glasses. Glasses on a woman are my kryptonite. No matter how ugly she is, if I’m drunk and she has on glasses, I will think she is hot. I told her she was just in time for the best part of the story. The testicle story naturally leads into the “I made out with an engaged girl” story, which leads into my “why I don’t drink the punch at parties anymore” story.
After I had them cracking up with my three stories the other guy wanted Proton to tell a story. There was just one problem: Proton didn’t have any stories. He doesn’t socialize much at parties, he mostly watches people. I don’t know what he gets out of this, but it’s not my place to judge.
So I told a story for him. The story was a fictional tale about how Proton and I went to Cancun and picked up two girls by being gentlemen and walking them back to their hotel room. (Who knows, I might write and post the story one day!) Everyone knew it was fake, but it was still funny.
Anyway, Proton wanted to sit down, the guy wanted to the leave the party, and I didn’t want to be stuck with the fat girl so I got out of the situation the only way I knew how: I got her number.
The girl I had wanted to fuck still hadn’t shown up at the party yet (she wouldn’t show up at all), but another cute girl did. A few weeks ago, I saw a girl at the gym with pink hair. Other than the hair she didn’t really stand out in the look department. She was cute, but not unique. She showed up at the party and since she was one of the three girls at the party, I decided to hit on her. The interaction went something like this:
I learned that she was smart, had similar hobbies to me, and possibly crazy (she had five jello shots at the same time). By this time, I was pretty drunk so I decided to try something new. I told her that I was leaving in at the end of July so the chance of us having anything long term was zero; however, I’d be more than willing to give her a little “black magic.” Then I said, “If that doesn’t sit well with you, you can start fleeing in terror now.” She stayed so I talked to her for a bit longer and got her number. She left soon afterwards.
I’d also like to note that at some points during the interaction, I would walk off. Guys would descend upon her and start hitting on her, but none of them got through. Then I would arrive and start talking to her and they’d leave. I was the only on who got her number that night.
Other funny things that happened that night:
I got a couple more numbers, but only the last one of the night is worth mentioning. It happened at another party I went to and I’m only mentioning it because of the unusual circumstances surrounding it.
After I left Betty’s party, I went to another one on the roof of another apartment complex. I don’t exactly remember what I said to the girl at this party, but I think it was something similar to what I told the pink-haired girl. Afterward, I asked for her number. What makes this stand out? The entire time, her gay friend was trying to pull her away from me. I ignored him and she proceeded to give me her number as he pulled her away.
Me - 1
Cockblocker - 0
The only downside of the night is that I every kiss-close I tried failed, but that might be a blessing in disguise since every girl I make out with usually doesn’t talk to me afterwards. So the next step is to call up some of these girls and see where things go.
It seems Aphrodite threw me a bone last night. Usually, when I spend too much time “blessing Dionysus,” I am unable to function socially. I don’t know what it was, but despite all my drinking I was able to number close almost every girl at a party that was made up of mostly guys.
Last week, a girl I hadn’t talked to in while, Betty, surprised me with an invite to her party. Since I hadn’t seen her in over a year and didn’t have anything else to do I decided to go. Besides, a girl whose pants I had been trying to get into since graduation was on the guest list so I figured I could run some more game on her at the party.
Since I only knew three people on the guest list, I invited one of my friends, Proton, to come along. I told him where the party was and he told me he’d be there around 11. It was currently 9 and I planned to show up at 10:30, which meant I had some drinking to do.
I had recently discovered the Powerade’s use as a mixer. Whether I’m drinking rum, vodka, gin, or a combination of the three, Powerade completely covers up the taste of the alcohol. Needless to say, I was pretty drunk when I got to the party.
Recently, I’ve started bringing a flask to parties. Why? Because I’ve learned the hard way that party-punch and game don’t mix. So instead of playing the lotto and hoping for something good, I bring my own alcohol so I know exactly what I’m drinking. Tonight, it would be a mix of gin, vodka, and rum.
As soon as I got to the party, I greeted Betty and we had some soju together. Afterwards, I took a look around and realized most of the people at the party were guys. I figured since it was early, more girls would show up later. That would not be the case. I was too drunk to put two and two together at the time, but it was math/physics major party. Guess how many girls major in math or physics? Exactly.
Oh well, I was having fun. Most of the guys were really cool (or maybe I was just drunk) and since I graduated with an engineering degree, I could relate to all of them. The highlight of this section is the guys doing keg-stands. Normally keg-stands aren’t worth writing about, but these guys put a weird twist on it. Someone had brought a banana costume. Every time someone wanted to do a keg-stand, that person would put the costume on. It was amusing until some guy threw up in the ice around the keg. But this story isn’t about the guys.
The first number I got was after Proton had arrived. I was in the middle of telling my “Testicle Report” story him and this other guy when a girl walked up to us. I will be honest, this girl was very large. She probably weighed more than I did, and I’m not a small guy, but she also wore glasses. Glasses on a woman are my kryptonite. No matter how ugly she is, if I’m drunk and she has on glasses, I will think she is hot. I told her she was just in time for the best part of the story. The testicle story naturally leads into the “I made out with an engaged girl” story, which leads into my “why I don’t drink the punch at parties anymore” story.
After I had them cracking up with my three stories the other guy wanted Proton to tell a story. There was just one problem: Proton didn’t have any stories. He doesn’t socialize much at parties, he mostly watches people. I don’t know what he gets out of this, but it’s not my place to judge.
So I told a story for him. The story was a fictional tale about how Proton and I went to Cancun and picked up two girls by being gentlemen and walking them back to their hotel room. (Who knows, I might write and post the story one day!) Everyone knew it was fake, but it was still funny.
Anyway, Proton wanted to sit down, the guy wanted to the leave the party, and I didn’t want to be stuck with the fat girl so I got out of the situation the only way I knew how: I got her number.
The girl I had wanted to fuck still hadn’t shown up at the party yet (she wouldn’t show up at all), but another cute girl did. A few weeks ago, I saw a girl at the gym with pink hair. Other than the hair she didn’t really stand out in the look department. She was cute, but not unique. She showed up at the party and since she was one of the three girls at the party, I decided to hit on her. The interaction went something like this:
I learned that she was smart, had similar hobbies to me, and possibly crazy (she had five jello shots at the same time). By this time, I was pretty drunk so I decided to try something new. I told her that I was leaving in at the end of July so the chance of us having anything long term was zero; however, I’d be more than willing to give her a little “black magic.” Then I said, “If that doesn’t sit well with you, you can start fleeing in terror now.” She stayed so I talked to her for a bit longer and got her number. She left soon afterwards.
I’d also like to note that at some points during the interaction, I would walk off. Guys would descend upon her and start hitting on her, but none of them got through. Then I would arrive and start talking to her and they’d leave. I was the only on who got her number that night.
Other funny things that happened that night:
- The guy who puked in the keg went into destructive-drunk mode, ripped a piece metal off the elevator, and proceeded to go around the room telling people to sign it because it was someone’s birthday.
- Not to be outdone, some other guy tore one of the emergency lights out of the wall and proceeded to show it to people at the party.
- Bored with normal grinding, I decided to break tradition and rub my ass against the girl’s crotch. Everyone around started cheering us on.
- People would take ice from the keg and put in their drinks (they didn’t know someone had puked in earlier). I would wait until after they had started drinking to tell them someone threw up in that ice. The looks on their faces never stopped being funny.
I got a couple more numbers, but only the last one of the night is worth mentioning. It happened at another party I went to and I’m only mentioning it because of the unusual circumstances surrounding it.
After I left Betty’s party, I went to another one on the roof of another apartment complex. I don’t exactly remember what I said to the girl at this party, but I think it was something similar to what I told the pink-haired girl. Afterward, I asked for her number. What makes this stand out? The entire time, her gay friend was trying to pull her away from me. I ignored him and she proceeded to give me her number as he pulled her away.
Me - 1
Cockblocker - 0
The only downside of the night is that I every kiss-close I tried failed, but that might be a blessing in disguise since every girl I make out with usually doesn’t talk to me afterwards. So the next step is to call up some of these girls and see where things go.
The Memorial Day Disaster
Date occurred: May 25
It happens to everyone. You start the night with the best of intentions and you end up with nothing. A bad night. Like with certain good nights, some bad nights stand out. Either they’re so bad they’re funny, so bad they’re offensive, or so bad they’re both. I’ll let you take a guess as to which one last night was.
I bought two small bottles of top shelf vodka and decided to pay MDog and Street a visit. I figured I owed them for the champagne.
I arrived at their place to find MDog and Street missing, but instead one of their roommates, Gaijin, was there. I immediately bring out the bottles and said, “Let’s drink!” Too bad for MDog and Street. I started attacking the Grey Goose and Gaijin started downing the Ciroc. Then we switched.
About fifteen minutes into it, Gaijin got a call from one of his cute Asian friends. Apparently, there was a party going on soon, but the girl didn’t know where it was or what they would be doing there. She said she’d call Gaijin when she had more information. Even though my party sense was tingling, I ask Gaijin if I could come to his party. He said, “Sure.” Even though I had a strong feeling that this party would suck, it was better than just two guys drinking in an apartment and watching basketball.
Fifteen minutes later, my feelings were proved correct. Gaijin had just gotten off the phone with that girl. The following exchange happened:
Me: So what’s the status on the party?
Gaijin: It’s in [some ghetto-ass part of Austin] so we will have to drive.
Me (thinking): Strike one.
Gaijin: And since I want to get drunk, I can’t drive back.
Me (thinking): This means either have to call a cab or stay in someone’s apartment. Strike two.
Me: What do they plan on doing at the party?
Gaijin: Playing Monopoly with vodka, and it probably won’t be as good as the stuff we are drinking now.
[I start laughing in disbelief. That’s not strike three, that’s strike 974!]
Monopoly and vodka? That’s the dumbest idea for a drinking game that I’ve ever heard. Not even alcoholics would have fun playing that. For those of you who don’t know, Monopoly is a board game about purchasing property that usually takes several hours to play while sober. Now imagine how long it will take when you have a bunch of people drunkenly arguing over who really owns Boardwalk (the prime real estate in the game).
Me: Oh hell no! That party is going to suck. Monopoly and vodka? Really?
Gaijin: I agree, and there are only two people there. We need to find something else to do.
Gaijin’s apartment complex has a hot tub. Being drunk, bored, and constantly looking for an excuse to look at women wearing revealing outfits, I suggested we go to the hot tub. “Even if it is just us out there, we will make a party,” I say. Little did I know, we wouldn’t make a party, the party would make us.
Since glass isn’t allowed by the pool, Gaijin poured the remainder of the Ciroc (I had drank all the Grey Goose and much of the Ciroc). With over 300mL of vodka inside me, I realized I’m way too drunk to run decent game, or even socialize at all. Gaijin was more sober than I am, but that wasn’t saying much at this point. I considered for a second that the appropriate action would be for us cut our losses and call it a night, but we were two 21 year-old guys with no attachments. I just graduated and had only two months left on my lease and Gaijin was a senior whose social network was completely outside the apartment complex. What do you think we ended up doing?
We found the hot tub occupied by women when we got there. At this point, all of them looked hot. My drunken mind handled being presented with multiple targets the only way it knew how: it hit on all of them at the same time. After learning the logistics of the situation (a boyfriend here, a lesbian there, a girl who wasn’t as pretty up close), I found out there was only one viable woman, Girl1.
I got right to work hitting on Girl1. And she got right to work rejecting me. I kept trying, she kept rejecting me. All the while, more people entered the hot tub. Eventually, we all took notice of a lingerie party on the balcony of an apartment above us. Everyone, guys and girls, started giving them cat calls. The partiers took notice and started posing for us. We cheered.
Seeing their positive responses, I decided to push the limit. I started shouting, “Show your tits!” over and over again. The rest of the hot tub joined in. Much to our dismay, they did not flash us. I was elected to go up there and try to get them to come to the hot tub. I knocked on their door. Since they did not answer, I went back and informed the hot tub that the people at the party were assholes not worth our time. (File this under obvious foreshadowing.)
I went back to hitting on Girl1 and Gaijin handed me a cup full of vodka. I chugged it.
Me: That tasted sweet.
Gaijin: It’s mixed with cranberry juice.
Me: Where did you get that?
[Gaijin explains, but I’m too drunk to follow]
Me: Just find some more.
[Gaijin vanishes.]
Eventually, the people from the lingerie party came down to the hot tube, but at this time I didn’t recognize that they were the same people (I learned this from one of the girls later). All I knew was that a bunch of hot girls had just arrived. The following drama played out over the course of the night: I would hit on new girls, get bored or rejected, go back to Girl1 and get rejected, repeat. One interaction sticks out in my mind:
I walked up to a familiar group of four girls.
Me: What were you names again? [awesome opener, I know.]
GirlA: We’re not telling you again.
Me: Fine, I’ll give you new names. [I can’t remember them, but they all ended in “angel”]
They found me amusing, until I dropped this line.
Me: We should go back to my place for a heavenly fivesome.
They didn’t think it was funny. I guess orgy jokes aren’t for everyone. The guy in the group takes exception. This set is pretty much done, so figure I might as well go out with style.
Me [to the guy]: It’s okay, you can jerk off while you watch us.
I eject before the look of shock wears off their faces.
I saw Gaijin and this other guy near a bottle of Taaka. After some conversation, they took turns pouring the contents of the bottle down my throat. Once I’d had my fill, I started talking to this other dude. Remember when I said those people from the lingerie party were assholes? Well this is where that becomes important.
Some guy, Douche, walked up to me. The Taaka had hit me by this point so I was unable to understand most of what Douche is saying, but I got the follow things out of his speech and the way he presented himself:
I was confused. Douche couldn’t kick me out because he had no jurisdiction (the hot tub/pool was owned by no one) and I didn’t remember saying anything to bad to him, or even talking to him. I took a quick look around. There were guys around, but I didn’t know who they were with. Rather than question his ability to kick me out, I asked why he wanted me to leave.
Douche tried to answer, but the guy I was talking to started leading me away. The guy told me not to worry about. I told him I want an answer and to go find out for me. He left to join Douche saying he’d find out for me.
I went back to hitting on Girl1 and actually start to make a little progress. She accepted my minor advances, but rejected my majors ones. Like this:
Me: Would you like to kiss me?
Girl1: You’re drunk!
Me: You’re just now realizing that? [I start touching her face, she doesn’t seem to mind.]
Girl1: I’m sober.
Me: What does this have to do with you kissing me?
Girl1: That’s not happening.
I still wanted an answer to my question and the other guy hadn’t shown up so I went to find Douche.
Me: Why did you want me to leave?
Douche: You drank my vodka.
Me: That’s it?
Douche: Yeah that was my vodka and you didn’t even ask me.
Me: Then why were you letting other people feed it to me?
Douche: [Something, but I am no longer listening.]
Me: Whatever, you can be mad about shitty vodka if you want to. I have flirting to do. [I walk off to hit on Girl1 some more.]
Eventually I started getting sleepy and decided to call it a night. I got Girl1’s Facebook info and got out the tub. As I was leaving Douche cames up to me and tried to give me a beer. Why he had suddenly started being nice to me, I had no idea. I hate beer and I told him such. He kept insisting that I take it. Girl1 jumped up and asked for it. Douche ignored her and kept trying to give me a beer. I told Douche to give it to Girl1 because I didn’t want it. Douche complied and I left.
It happens to everyone. You start the night with the best of intentions and you end up with nothing. A bad night. Like with certain good nights, some bad nights stand out. Either they’re so bad they’re funny, so bad they’re offensive, or so bad they’re both. I’ll let you take a guess as to which one last night was.
I bought two small bottles of top shelf vodka and decided to pay MDog and Street a visit. I figured I owed them for the champagne.
I arrived at their place to find MDog and Street missing, but instead one of their roommates, Gaijin, was there. I immediately bring out the bottles and said, “Let’s drink!” Too bad for MDog and Street. I started attacking the Grey Goose and Gaijin started downing the Ciroc. Then we switched.
About fifteen minutes into it, Gaijin got a call from one of his cute Asian friends. Apparently, there was a party going on soon, but the girl didn’t know where it was or what they would be doing there. She said she’d call Gaijin when she had more information. Even though my party sense was tingling, I ask Gaijin if I could come to his party. He said, “Sure.” Even though I had a strong feeling that this party would suck, it was better than just two guys drinking in an apartment and watching basketball.
Fifteen minutes later, my feelings were proved correct. Gaijin had just gotten off the phone with that girl. The following exchange happened:
Me: So what’s the status on the party?
Gaijin: It’s in [some ghetto-ass part of Austin] so we will have to drive.
Me (thinking): Strike one.
Gaijin: And since I want to get drunk, I can’t drive back.
Me (thinking): This means either have to call a cab or stay in someone’s apartment. Strike two.
Me: What do they plan on doing at the party?
Gaijin: Playing Monopoly with vodka, and it probably won’t be as good as the stuff we are drinking now.
[I start laughing in disbelief. That’s not strike three, that’s strike 974!]
Monopoly and vodka? That’s the dumbest idea for a drinking game that I’ve ever heard. Not even alcoholics would have fun playing that. For those of you who don’t know, Monopoly is a board game about purchasing property that usually takes several hours to play while sober. Now imagine how long it will take when you have a bunch of people drunkenly arguing over who really owns Boardwalk (the prime real estate in the game).
Me: Oh hell no! That party is going to suck. Monopoly and vodka? Really?
Gaijin: I agree, and there are only two people there. We need to find something else to do.
Gaijin’s apartment complex has a hot tub. Being drunk, bored, and constantly looking for an excuse to look at women wearing revealing outfits, I suggested we go to the hot tub. “Even if it is just us out there, we will make a party,” I say. Little did I know, we wouldn’t make a party, the party would make us.
Since glass isn’t allowed by the pool, Gaijin poured the remainder of the Ciroc (I had drank all the Grey Goose and much of the Ciroc). With over 300mL of vodka inside me, I realized I’m way too drunk to run decent game, or even socialize at all. Gaijin was more sober than I am, but that wasn’t saying much at this point. I considered for a second that the appropriate action would be for us cut our losses and call it a night, but we were two 21 year-old guys with no attachments. I just graduated and had only two months left on my lease and Gaijin was a senior whose social network was completely outside the apartment complex. What do you think we ended up doing?
We found the hot tub occupied by women when we got there. At this point, all of them looked hot. My drunken mind handled being presented with multiple targets the only way it knew how: it hit on all of them at the same time. After learning the logistics of the situation (a boyfriend here, a lesbian there, a girl who wasn’t as pretty up close), I found out there was only one viable woman, Girl1.
I got right to work hitting on Girl1. And she got right to work rejecting me. I kept trying, she kept rejecting me. All the while, more people entered the hot tub. Eventually, we all took notice of a lingerie party on the balcony of an apartment above us. Everyone, guys and girls, started giving them cat calls. The partiers took notice and started posing for us. We cheered.
Seeing their positive responses, I decided to push the limit. I started shouting, “Show your tits!” over and over again. The rest of the hot tub joined in. Much to our dismay, they did not flash us. I was elected to go up there and try to get them to come to the hot tub. I knocked on their door. Since they did not answer, I went back and informed the hot tub that the people at the party were assholes not worth our time. (File this under obvious foreshadowing.)
I went back to hitting on Girl1 and Gaijin handed me a cup full of vodka. I chugged it.
Me: That tasted sweet.
Gaijin: It’s mixed with cranberry juice.
Me: Where did you get that?
[Gaijin explains, but I’m too drunk to follow]
Me: Just find some more.
[Gaijin vanishes.]
Eventually, the people from the lingerie party came down to the hot tube, but at this time I didn’t recognize that they were the same people (I learned this from one of the girls later). All I knew was that a bunch of hot girls had just arrived. The following drama played out over the course of the night: I would hit on new girls, get bored or rejected, go back to Girl1 and get rejected, repeat. One interaction sticks out in my mind:
I walked up to a familiar group of four girls.
Me: What were you names again? [awesome opener, I know.]
GirlA: We’re not telling you again.
Me: Fine, I’ll give you new names. [I can’t remember them, but they all ended in “angel”]
They found me amusing, until I dropped this line.
Me: We should go back to my place for a heavenly fivesome.
They didn’t think it was funny. I guess orgy jokes aren’t for everyone. The guy in the group takes exception. This set is pretty much done, so figure I might as well go out with style.
Me [to the guy]: It’s okay, you can jerk off while you watch us.
I eject before the look of shock wears off their faces.
I saw Gaijin and this other guy near a bottle of Taaka. After some conversation, they took turns pouring the contents of the bottle down my throat. Once I’d had my fill, I started talking to this other dude. Remember when I said those people from the lingerie party were assholes? Well this is where that becomes important.
Some guy, Douche, walked up to me. The Taaka had hit me by this point so I was unable to understand most of what Douche is saying, but I got the follow things out of his speech and the way he presented himself:
- He doesn’t like me.
- He is afraid of me.
- He knows some guy who can beat me up. [Implying that he can’t do it himself]
- He wants me to leave.
I was confused. Douche couldn’t kick me out because he had no jurisdiction (the hot tub/pool was owned by no one) and I didn’t remember saying anything to bad to him, or even talking to him. I took a quick look around. There were guys around, but I didn’t know who they were with. Rather than question his ability to kick me out, I asked why he wanted me to leave.
Douche tried to answer, but the guy I was talking to started leading me away. The guy told me not to worry about. I told him I want an answer and to go find out for me. He left to join Douche saying he’d find out for me.
I went back to hitting on Girl1 and actually start to make a little progress. She accepted my minor advances, but rejected my majors ones. Like this:
Me: Would you like to kiss me?
Girl1: You’re drunk!
Me: You’re just now realizing that? [I start touching her face, she doesn’t seem to mind.]
Girl1: I’m sober.
Me: What does this have to do with you kissing me?
Girl1: That’s not happening.
I still wanted an answer to my question and the other guy hadn’t shown up so I went to find Douche.
Me: Why did you want me to leave?
Douche: You drank my vodka.
Me: That’s it?
Douche: Yeah that was my vodka and you didn’t even ask me.
Me: Then why were you letting other people feed it to me?
Douche: [Something, but I am no longer listening.]
Me: Whatever, you can be mad about shitty vodka if you want to. I have flirting to do. [I walk off to hit on Girl1 some more.]
Eventually I started getting sleepy and decided to call it a night. I got Girl1’s Facebook info and got out the tub. As I was leaving Douche cames up to me and tried to give me a beer. Why he had suddenly started being nice to me, I had no idea. I hate beer and I told him such. He kept insisting that I take it. Girl1 jumped up and asked for it. Douche ignored her and kept trying to give me a beer. I told Douche to give it to Girl1 because I didn’t want it. Douche complied and I left.
I Seem to be Collecting Quite a Few Numbers Lately
I haven't been kiss-closing at all recently. During the semester, I would make out with at least one girl at every party I went to. As fun as it was, however, it wasn't getting me laid because I'd make out with her and never see her again.
Instead, I've been getting phone numbers. While it doesn't feel as good as a kiss, it gives me a chance to see the girl again and also the opportunity for a day2--something I haven't had in awhile. I'm currently writing up a couple of stories about my weekend check back later.
Instead, I've been getting phone numbers. While it doesn't feel as good as a kiss, it gives me a chance to see the girl again and also the opportunity for a day2--something I haven't had in awhile. I'm currently writing up a couple of stories about my weekend check back later.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
How to Get Two Women to Make-Out and Not Look like a Chauvinistic Asshole
Date Occurred: June 5
This story is actually not a success story. I didn’t get my nuts grabbed, I didn’t play with any boobies, I didn’t even get a kiss on the lips. From this failure, however, I gained a nice little skill.
The night started as it usually does: with alcohol. There was a party going on in thirty minutes and I wanted to be prepared. I took shots of vodka and gin and filled my flask with a mixture of the two (the party was BYOB).
Most of the people at the party were in the artsy and/or emo crowd, which I think is a cute look if done right. Much to my dismay, most of the women either hadn’t done it right or were smokers. Oh well, that’s what the flask was for.
Here is the only interaction worth noting:
Me: [blah blah blah I was drunk and don’t remember what I said]
HBsmoker: [something else]
Me: What’s your number?
HBsmoker: [gives me her number]
Me: [I call it]
HBsmoker: I don’t have my phone on me.
Me: Uh-huh I know that excuse.
HBsmoker: No, I’m serious.
Me: I’m going to have to check. [I pat her down and give her ass a nice good squeeze] Okay, you’ve convinced me.
I sent her a text much later in the night and it was her real number. I also got a kiss on the cheek from her. I tried to go for the lips. It didn’t work.
Getting to the good part…
I started hitting on these two girls, and they tried to be creative in how they told me they weren’t interested. Unfortunately for them, they weren’t the only ones there who were creative.
Girl1: Girl2 and I are lesbians.
Girl2: We are.
Me: Interesting. [Turns to Girl2]. Didn’t you just tell a story about sleeping with another guy?
Girl2 [with an obvious “I got busted” expression on her face]: We’re bisexuals, but we have a love for each other. We may fool around with guys, but it will never mean as much as the bond we have.
Me: Uh-huh, right. I hang out with a lot of lesbians, and you two don’t give off the lesbian vibe.
Girl1: We’re lipstick lesbians. [Note: These are the feminine lesbians]. Not all lesbians look like men.
Me: You don’t understand. It’s not about looks, it’s about the feeling you give off. And neither of you give me that feeling.
Girl2 [In a “trying to qualify herself” tone of voice]: We really are lesbians. [Girl2 grabs Girl1 and starts making out with her.]
Me: Straight girls do that all the time.
[Girl2 and Girl1 start getting into it. I start rubbing Girl2’s leg. She doesn’t seem to mind. This goes on for awhile.]
Gayfriend: Why are you making them kiss? [Note: He had been sitting there with them the entire time]
Me: I didn’t make them do anything. I’m just an observer.
Gayfriend: Okay.
[After awhile, I’d had my fun. So I let them be. (I think I might have tried to kiss Girl2 and failed in between the make-out sessions between Girl1 and Girl2)]
So even though I didn’t get any action (well, maybe a little), I got something almost as good: a show. And I managed to it without anyone thinking I was an asshole. All it took was the ability to call a bluff.
Looking back, I could have played my cards better. Girl2 was letting me touch her leg, meaning she wasn’t completely uninterested in me. I need to think on my feet more.
This story is actually not a success story. I didn’t get my nuts grabbed, I didn’t play with any boobies, I didn’t even get a kiss on the lips. From this failure, however, I gained a nice little skill.
The night started as it usually does: with alcohol. There was a party going on in thirty minutes and I wanted to be prepared. I took shots of vodka and gin and filled my flask with a mixture of the two (the party was BYOB).
Most of the people at the party were in the artsy and/or emo crowd, which I think is a cute look if done right. Much to my dismay, most of the women either hadn’t done it right or were smokers. Oh well, that’s what the flask was for.
Here is the only interaction worth noting:
Me: [blah blah blah I was drunk and don’t remember what I said]
HBsmoker: [something else]
Me: What’s your number?
HBsmoker: [gives me her number]
Me: [I call it]
HBsmoker: I don’t have my phone on me.
Me: Uh-huh I know that excuse.
HBsmoker: No, I’m serious.
Me: I’m going to have to check. [I pat her down and give her ass a nice good squeeze] Okay, you’ve convinced me.
I sent her a text much later in the night and it was her real number. I also got a kiss on the cheek from her. I tried to go for the lips. It didn’t work.
Getting to the good part…
I started hitting on these two girls, and they tried to be creative in how they told me they weren’t interested. Unfortunately for them, they weren’t the only ones there who were creative.
Girl1: Girl2 and I are lesbians.
Girl2: We are.
Me: Interesting. [Turns to Girl2]. Didn’t you just tell a story about sleeping with another guy?
Girl2 [with an obvious “I got busted” expression on her face]: We’re bisexuals, but we have a love for each other. We may fool around with guys, but it will never mean as much as the bond we have.
Me: Uh-huh, right. I hang out with a lot of lesbians, and you two don’t give off the lesbian vibe.
Girl1: We’re lipstick lesbians. [Note: These are the feminine lesbians]. Not all lesbians look like men.
Me: You don’t understand. It’s not about looks, it’s about the feeling you give off. And neither of you give me that feeling.
Girl2 [In a “trying to qualify herself” tone of voice]: We really are lesbians. [Girl2 grabs Girl1 and starts making out with her.]
Me: Straight girls do that all the time.
[Girl2 and Girl1 start getting into it. I start rubbing Girl2’s leg. She doesn’t seem to mind. This goes on for awhile.]
Gayfriend: Why are you making them kiss? [Note: He had been sitting there with them the entire time]
Me: I didn’t make them do anything. I’m just an observer.
Gayfriend: Okay.
[After awhile, I’d had my fun. So I let them be. (I think I might have tried to kiss Girl2 and failed in between the make-out sessions between Girl1 and Girl2)]
So even though I didn’t get any action (well, maybe a little), I got something almost as good: a show. And I managed to it without anyone thinking I was an asshole. All it took was the ability to call a bluff.
Looking back, I could have played my cards better. Girl2 was letting me touch her leg, meaning she wasn’t completely uninterested in me. I need to think on my feet more.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Why The Hell Am I Falling Into the Friend Zone?
The link below leads to an article written by Kim at Pickup Podcast. The article talks about some basic, but important, differences between a friend that is a boy and a potential boyfriend. It is something every guy who keeps falling into the infamous Friend Zone should read, especially those just starting out.
Here it is.
Here it is.
Getting Over Your Oneitis
Note: I posted this on Stylelife a while back and it just now occurred to me to post it here as well because I know not all of you guys read that forum. Since the posting of the original, several issues were brought up and so the trouble-shooting section has been updated to accommodate those issues.
These last couple of months have seen a noticeable increase in “oneitis” threads so I decided to put a little something together to help all these people get over their oneitis.
The first issue I’ve noticed is that some people are misusing the word “oneitis.”
Oneitis – An obsession with a woman. It is the belief that this woman is unique and somehow better than all the other girls out there. Typically vocalized as “there is no one like her” or “she’s not like the other girls.”
This belief usually leads to raising a woman on a pedestal to the point where it is impossible to game her properly because her perceived value is so high. Since the man ends up showing too much interest in his oneitis, he is blown out or put in the friend zone.
Now that the word is defined I’ll tell you some ways to get over it.
But Ryan, can’t the guy just bang ten other girls and be done with it? Why bother writing a whole article about it?
Many of the guys who have a oneitis are new to the game. They are struggling with getting a solid phone number from a single girl, let alone a lay. How they supposed to all of a sudden get ten girls to have sex with them?
It’s not the sex that matters, it’s the realization behind it. The important thing is realizing that your oneitis is not a goddess, she is not more unique or better than other women. You can have sex with 10, 20, or 100 women; but if you don’t realize this simple fact, you will still have oneitis. Likewise, getting over your oneitis can be done, and has been done, without sex. That’s what this guide is about.
The key to getting over your oneitis is not only realizing that she’s not unique, but that there are many other girls out there that are equal or better than she is.
Step 1: Making a List
Most of the time, the formation of a oneitis is completely emotional. When a man is forced to look at the situation logically, his reasons for valuing his oneitis break down.
In order to get you thinking logically, I want you to get out a piece of paper or open up a document on your computer and make a list of all the reasons why this woman is unique. How many do you have? How specific are they? For example, is it something like “she’s nice to me” or is it “I absolutely love that butterfly tattoo on her left hand?”
Step 2: Checking it Twice
Got that list? Good. Now go through all the reasons you listed for why she is unique. Ask yourself why these things make her unique. Are you absolutely sure you can’t get this from anyone else? Why are her “unique” traits so important to you anyway?
Step 3: Finding Others Just as Nice
Now, add to this list women who share some or all of these qualities. It doesn’t matter if you know them or not. For example, if you think Paris Hilton shares some or all of these qualities, add her to the list. Now look at the list again. Look at how many other women share these attributes. Your oneitis is not so unique anymore is she?
Step 4: What if Everyone Else is Naughty?
Can’t find anyone who shares the same qualities? The only way to solve this is to go out and talk to more people. Not to get numbers or to get lays, but just to get a general feel for their personality (because you probably only have a general feel for your oneitis’ personality). Once you have done so, repeat step 3.
Note: Don’t feel obligated to perform the whole exercise. If step 1 was all it took, then you are done. However, if you do wish to follow every step, do them in order and don’t skip one.
Troubleshooting:
It’s not always smooth sailing. Sometimes there are bumps in the road to getting over your oneitis. Here are a few things I’ve noticed and my answers to each of them.
But my oneitis just out of a bad relationship! She says she wants some time to think things through and then she will try forming a relationship with me.
Every case is different, but I’m willing to bet that this is just something they say to string you along for “just in case.” I’m assuming most of you have read The Game. If your value is high enough, a woman won’t wait until she is out of a relationship to start dating/sleeping with you. She will cheat on her lover. Likewise, she won’t care if she’s just gotten out of a relationship. That said, some girls really do just need time to think things through. However, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go out and find other girls. Afterall, do you think she’s just sitting around not doing anything?
I’ve had personal experience with this one. This happened my senior year in highschool, long before I learned game. My oneitis had just broken up with her BF and said something to the effect of “I’m not ready for relationship right now.” So I waited for her to be ready. And waited. And while I was waiting, she was meeting others guys. Before I knew it, she was in love with someone else, and I was left with nothing.
I’ve tried hooking up with other girls, but every time I do it, my oneitis gets mad and I feel bad about it.
First off, how does she know you are hooking up with other girls? Are you telling her? If so, stop. Bragging about your accomplishments is not alpha. And besides, it’s just bad business. How is a girl going to feel about sleeping with you if she knows everything she did with you will be heard by everyone in the area?
But Ryan, what about jealousy plotlines? There’s a difference between “accidentally” making a girl jealous and trying to make a girl jealous. The first is good. The second is cheap and transparent. If a woman knows you are trying to make her jealous, she will realize how much you value her and that you see her as the prize.
Anyway, the fact remains that she somehow knows you are hooking up with other girls and she’s mad about it. So what? Why do you even let that bother you? You guys aren't in a relationship. You're not even having sex. You don't owe her anything. The next time she gets mad at you, say this "I don't see why you are getting so upset, it's not like we're dating or anything." She's the one who didn't want the relationship, remember? So why should you feel bad for hooking up with other girls? I can you tell this right now: she won’t feel a bit of remorse when she hooks up with other guys. And if she does, it won’t be about you.
She calls me late at night to talk to me about whatever or she calls me to talk about her problems. Surely this is a sign that she feels something.
Sure she does feel something: she feels like you are an excellent emotional tampon. You are the person she goes to when she wants someone to put up with her drama/crap. Why does she go to you instead of another girl? Ego boost. She wants to think that she is so awesome/hot/whatever that she can get guys to listen to her crap. You are just a tool to feed her ego.
Try this: Stop listening to her crap. Either change the subject or tell her you don’t feel like talking to her about her issues at this time. Will she still talk to you or will she drop you out of her life altogether? If it’s the latter, then she was just using you.
The reality is that usually, she doesn’t do this the guys she’s having sex with and the guys she has sex with wouldn’t listen if she tried.
A few people have come back to with, "I tried this and she says she talks this way to all her guys friends."
This only confirms what I said above. My solution is the either tell you her that you don't want to hear it or ignore the comment and change the subject altogether. The former, people have said, seems like something an asshole would say. Tucker Max gives the best answer to this one, "[People] will treat you the way you let them...if you demand respect [they] will either respect you or [they] won't associate with you." Either way, you are better off.
She’s the only girl who’s every talked to/acknowledged me.
Why did you get into game in the first place? To get more girls to talk to and acknowledge you. You got into the game to expand you options, not to latch on to the first person who doesn’t blow you out.
I live in Hicktown, Nowhere. She’s the only girl I can flirt with!
Do you have a car? A bus pass? A train pass? A friend who is willing to give you a ride? If so, leave town when you want to go sarging. Everyone has at least one city around them where there are good girls.
I try to cut her out of my life, but she keeps calling me!
Okay? Is someone pointing a gun to your head and forcing you to answer your phone? Just because she calls doesn’t mean you have to answer.
Is it okay to have oneitis for a girl if you are in a serious relationship with her?
No! Do you know what oneitis in a relationship is called? Neediness, and we all know that neediness is a major turn-off.
I don't think it's healthy to obsess over anyone, regardless of what your relationship is to them. Before I learned game, I had a girl who was obsessed with me (read: she stalked me, oneitis to the extreme) and it was detrimental to both of us.
And there you have it. Remember guys, even if she is the sun she is still just one of billions of stars.
Feel free to comment/ask questions/argue about anything I’ve said.
*It generated enough drama and surreal events to fill a book, but it's not a book I would want to write nor a book you would want to read.
These last couple of months have seen a noticeable increase in “oneitis” threads so I decided to put a little something together to help all these people get over their oneitis.
The first issue I’ve noticed is that some people are misusing the word “oneitis.”
Oneitis – An obsession with a woman. It is the belief that this woman is unique and somehow better than all the other girls out there. Typically vocalized as “there is no one like her” or “she’s not like the other girls.”
This belief usually leads to raising a woman on a pedestal to the point where it is impossible to game her properly because her perceived value is so high. Since the man ends up showing too much interest in his oneitis, he is blown out or put in the friend zone.
Now that the word is defined I’ll tell you some ways to get over it.
But Ryan, can’t the guy just bang ten other girls and be done with it? Why bother writing a whole article about it?
Many of the guys who have a oneitis are new to the game. They are struggling with getting a solid phone number from a single girl, let alone a lay. How they supposed to all of a sudden get ten girls to have sex with them?
It’s not the sex that matters, it’s the realization behind it. The important thing is realizing that your oneitis is not a goddess, she is not more unique or better than other women. You can have sex with 10, 20, or 100 women; but if you don’t realize this simple fact, you will still have oneitis. Likewise, getting over your oneitis can be done, and has been done, without sex. That’s what this guide is about.
The key to getting over your oneitis is not only realizing that she’s not unique, but that there are many other girls out there that are equal or better than she is.
Step 1: Making a List
Most of the time, the formation of a oneitis is completely emotional. When a man is forced to look at the situation logically, his reasons for valuing his oneitis break down.
In order to get you thinking logically, I want you to get out a piece of paper or open up a document on your computer and make a list of all the reasons why this woman is unique. How many do you have? How specific are they? For example, is it something like “she’s nice to me” or is it “I absolutely love that butterfly tattoo on her left hand?”
Step 2: Checking it Twice
Got that list? Good. Now go through all the reasons you listed for why she is unique. Ask yourself why these things make her unique. Are you absolutely sure you can’t get this from anyone else? Why are her “unique” traits so important to you anyway?
Step 3: Finding Others Just as Nice
Now, add to this list women who share some or all of these qualities. It doesn’t matter if you know them or not. For example, if you think Paris Hilton shares some or all of these qualities, add her to the list. Now look at the list again. Look at how many other women share these attributes. Your oneitis is not so unique anymore is she?
Step 4: What if Everyone Else is Naughty?
Can’t find anyone who shares the same qualities? The only way to solve this is to go out and talk to more people. Not to get numbers or to get lays, but just to get a general feel for their personality (because you probably only have a general feel for your oneitis’ personality). Once you have done so, repeat step 3.
Note: Don’t feel obligated to perform the whole exercise. If step 1 was all it took, then you are done. However, if you do wish to follow every step, do them in order and don’t skip one.
Troubleshooting:
It’s not always smooth sailing. Sometimes there are bumps in the road to getting over your oneitis. Here are a few things I’ve noticed and my answers to each of them.
But my oneitis just out of a bad relationship! She says she wants some time to think things through and then she will try forming a relationship with me.
Every case is different, but I’m willing to bet that this is just something they say to string you along for “just in case.” I’m assuming most of you have read The Game. If your value is high enough, a woman won’t wait until she is out of a relationship to start dating/sleeping with you. She will cheat on her lover. Likewise, she won’t care if she’s just gotten out of a relationship. That said, some girls really do just need time to think things through. However, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go out and find other girls. Afterall, do you think she’s just sitting around not doing anything?
I’ve had personal experience with this one. This happened my senior year in highschool, long before I learned game. My oneitis had just broken up with her BF and said something to the effect of “I’m not ready for relationship right now.” So I waited for her to be ready. And waited. And while I was waiting, she was meeting others guys. Before I knew it, she was in love with someone else, and I was left with nothing.
I’ve tried hooking up with other girls, but every time I do it, my oneitis gets mad and I feel bad about it.
First off, how does she know you are hooking up with other girls? Are you telling her? If so, stop. Bragging about your accomplishments is not alpha. And besides, it’s just bad business. How is a girl going to feel about sleeping with you if she knows everything she did with you will be heard by everyone in the area?
But Ryan, what about jealousy plotlines? There’s a difference between “accidentally” making a girl jealous and trying to make a girl jealous. The first is good. The second is cheap and transparent. If a woman knows you are trying to make her jealous, she will realize how much you value her and that you see her as the prize.
Anyway, the fact remains that she somehow knows you are hooking up with other girls and she’s mad about it. So what? Why do you even let that bother you? You guys aren't in a relationship. You're not even having sex. You don't owe her anything. The next time she gets mad at you, say this "I don't see why you are getting so upset, it's not like we're dating or anything." She's the one who didn't want the relationship, remember? So why should you feel bad for hooking up with other girls? I can you tell this right now: she won’t feel a bit of remorse when she hooks up with other guys. And if she does, it won’t be about you.
She calls me late at night to talk to me about whatever or she calls me to talk about her problems. Surely this is a sign that she feels something.
Sure she does feel something: she feels like you are an excellent emotional tampon. You are the person she goes to when she wants someone to put up with her drama/crap. Why does she go to you instead of another girl? Ego boost. She wants to think that she is so awesome/hot/whatever that she can get guys to listen to her crap. You are just a tool to feed her ego.
Try this: Stop listening to her crap. Either change the subject or tell her you don’t feel like talking to her about her issues at this time. Will she still talk to you or will she drop you out of her life altogether? If it’s the latter, then she was just using you.
The reality is that usually, she doesn’t do this the guys she’s having sex with and the guys she has sex with wouldn’t listen if she tried.
A few people have come back to with, "I tried this and she says she talks this way to all her guys friends."
This only confirms what I said above. My solution is the either tell you her that you don't want to hear it or ignore the comment and change the subject altogether. The former, people have said, seems like something an asshole would say. Tucker Max gives the best answer to this one, "[People] will treat you the way you let them...if you demand respect [they] will either respect you or [they] won't associate with you." Either way, you are better off.
She’s the only girl who’s every talked to/acknowledged me.
Why did you get into game in the first place? To get more girls to talk to and acknowledge you. You got into the game to expand you options, not to latch on to the first person who doesn’t blow you out.
I live in Hicktown, Nowhere. She’s the only girl I can flirt with!
Do you have a car? A bus pass? A train pass? A friend who is willing to give you a ride? If so, leave town when you want to go sarging. Everyone has at least one city around them where there are good girls.
I try to cut her out of my life, but she keeps calling me!
Okay? Is someone pointing a gun to your head and forcing you to answer your phone? Just because she calls doesn’t mean you have to answer.
Is it okay to have oneitis for a girl if you are in a serious relationship with her?
No! Do you know what oneitis in a relationship is called? Neediness, and we all know that neediness is a major turn-off.
I don't think it's healthy to obsess over anyone, regardless of what your relationship is to them. Before I learned game, I had a girl who was obsessed with me (read: she stalked me, oneitis to the extreme) and it was detrimental to both of us.
And there you have it. Remember guys, even if she is the sun she is still just one of billions of stars.
Feel free to comment/ask questions/argue about anything I’ve said.
*It generated enough drama and surreal events to fill a book, but it's not a book I would want to write nor a book you would want to read.
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