Hey guys. Call me KGB. I want to learn. I just wrote this journal entry today which I think will give you a perspective of me. True to the core hopefully. So glad to be amongst fellow AFCs and soon to be PUAs... But if I drop the pace, use the whip and dig the spurs in deeper.
*Names Changed to Protect from Google* ( I do actually care about people)
Happy Birthday Er. My life though? fark, fark… fark fark fark me. I feel devastated today. This is the worst I have felt in the past 3 years… since Cindy.. Ever since her I have been telling myself that I am going to get my game together and start meeting and dating women. It hasn’t happened… until now. I finally start reading a little bit of Mystery’s Method and trying to demonstrate higher value to an exceptionally cute female and I blow it. Oh why, oh woe is me woe is me.
It started out great with Er. When she texted me to see if I was going down the shore three weeks ago, I was ecstatic. I had given her my number; she had reached out to me… It was great. We were texting back and forth for awhile, and each text made me more intriguing to her. It was working!
Until I opened my mouth…….
I hung out with her all of two weekends ago down the shore and successfully sequestered my self in the friend zone… real AFC., I know. I let her push me around, basically following her lead, not asserting myself, etc etc. Finally, while sitting on a lifeguard stand late at night with her, my sister, and her boyfriend, I put my arm around her to keep her from falling off the edge of the seat. Not but 15 seconds later, she was jumping down the steps and running away saying, “Let’s go to the ocean.” fark that, I didn’t follow, and neither did anyone else. At least I know my crew “reps” me still.
I shouldn’t say fark That, it’s negative and she had every right to get up and away from my AFC awkwardness… but its still frustrating to me regardless.
I went home. I tried to step up my game for the next weekend, when we were planning on going to Six Flags in NJ. I read some of what Chase wrote on getting over depression, canned some lines, and theory to demonstrate higher value in conversation.
I kept thinking if I basically said, “I don’t have to take your sh1t,” I would be able to work it.
I will give you a quick sum up of the triumphs and an even longer sum up of the failures…. Well not really that much longer, I’m just being overly hard and negative on myself… which I need to stop doing.
• While waiting for my sister and my cousin at Wawa, she told me to get into her car in the passenger seat. It was a really hot morning and I was sipping on a warm coffee (I’m the only person who insists on hot coffee on a hot day). I said, “Nah, I’m fine out here.” By that statement, I was demonstrating that I would not comply with her requests, as I had done to the extreme on the following weekend. It was farking hot though, and I probably didn’t look that comfortable… If it was 65 degrees out… this would have been perfect.
• While waiting in line for Batman The Ride, we went through an oppressively humid and hot tunnel crowded with people. She begrudgingly offered me her cold cup covered in condensation to cool my brow. When she tried to wipe my sweat back on me, I said, “Woah woah woah, Hands off the merchandise.” This actually got everyone laughing in my group.
• She made a statement about how she needed to add “Sex on a Ferris wheel,” to her life-goal checklist. I suggested that my 13 yr old cousin was single… who was following behind us.
…Actually, this is the only failure that I remember… there were many more… but when they happen so frequently for so long…. You just tend to forget the less memorable ones. I remember the successes, as they happen less frequently.
You see, I didn’t even think of the potential for weirdness that comment created. Thinking about it today, I just suggested to her that she should have sex with a 13 year old…. Really??? farking Really????? How did I now proof test that farking phrase BEFORE it came out of my mouth…. Urgh.
Why does this sh1t come out of my mouth? I had a similar experience a month ago coming back from a Phish concert on a NJ Transit bus. Here’s the scene: Two friends and myself run to make a bus a mile through Atlantic City. We run onto the bus and in the back there are three single, beautiful, females who had also just come from the show. farking match made in heaven I tell you!!! PERFECT SET-UP…but no go bro.
I tried to spice up the conversation, which was suffering due to a recent run-in with my Uncle Sid, and asked them all, “So, when did you lose your virginity?” This actually played off well. They were kind of shocked, but actually answered.
My friend Greg had been carrying sausage around in his back pack all night long… he has celiac . I asked the girls, “Do you want some sausage? We have plenty of sausage.” I blame my friend for that one. He is no longer allowed to carry sausage in his pack. farker.
Anyway, the beer is getting heavy and work is still early.. goodnight gentleman