<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036</id><updated>2011-12-13T12:30:49.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha's Sarging Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>It's getting crazy. I hope you guys enjoy this - It's for PUA's at all levels. Aspiring AFC's and Master PUA's alike.  I hope you can all learn something from my failures, and my successes.  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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=2117530080163060122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2117530080163060122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2117530080163060122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-blog-is-fucked.html' title='this blog is fucked`'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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It was fun! For those of you that don’t know (most people in the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; community know who he is) Yad’s the guy I really got my infield experience with. We went out like 12 or 14 hours per day, every day, for months back in oct/nov 2007.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We just pissed about mainly, but that’s really where I killed my AA and got comfortable talking to women.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been referring to him in my posts on my blog and more so on my local forum since then, but in recent months the word about him as really gotted out there. The first bootcamps I ever accepted students I was co-teaching with him. We were going to rip it up together, but … let’s just say the “gogogo get it done” mentality needed to co commercial wasn’t in him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, now he’s&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;working with pua training.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lost…. To the dark side!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hehe. I jest. Well, kind of.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not that bad, I guess.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s happy, so I’m happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those guys have a bad rep in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Uk&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; community… but I’m told Gamber’s an alright guy once you get to know him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s just a bit shy around new people. So, there you go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ll leave “the commercialization of pua bootcamps” to another post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So … we didn’t really go sarging at all if you can believe that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sleeping thru the days, or out teaching myself so our schedules didn’t really match up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he wanted to go out, I’d be tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia; mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt; …. Ah well. I’m going to make sure we hit the field at some point soon. He’d say “I keep meeting Russian girls” and I’d say “I love Russian girls, I want to meet more of them” and he’d say “but you never sarge!” and I’d say “I don’t have to GO sarging – I’m always sarging” and he’s like “nah you need to go sarge!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Sarging is a stupid word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Actually wait – we went out a bit one day early in the morning when I hadn’t slept. I’ll tell you what was funny – we met a couple of girls from a norwegien girls football team. They had a van nearby full of girls. yad had his camera on him. We were going to film us going in there and interviewing the girls. there was a kind of angry dude hanging around the van that was with the football team so we didn’t do it in the end. But we almost did. Ehehehe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, we did a set where I had to plougggggghhhhhh. 5+ mins of plowing this one boring ass girl and I still wasn’t getting anywhere. This is exactly what I’d stopped doing recently and I remember why. Plowing is gay! If she doesn’t want to talk, leave her alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways, the funniest thing, consistently over the last week was the smell in yad’s room. That’s where most of the laughs came from.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, seriously.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s unreal. It smelled like…. Stale death? Rotten feet with a bit of pizza? Dryin condoms? Dirty laundry? I dunno.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was going in there to get my stuff, I’d have to hold my breath, run in, grab something, and then get out. It was brutal. I actually was holding the door open (along with my breath) for a moment and one of his flatmate’s walked by and yelled “JESUS CHRIST CLOSE THE FUCK DOOR” … and that’s the guy who smokes in his room. Hahahaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WoW!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s better now but for a while… it was pretty brutal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways – I’ve just got to my mate’s house in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North London&lt;/st1:place&gt; – one of my old friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s just call him “Hairy” … Hairy’s awesome. Funny, I love him and trust him with my life. But, he’s a rampant alchohlic. The place looks like a squat, but he pays good rent for it. Shit all over the place, stench. Brutal. You can’t go into the kitchen, AT ALL. It’s a no go zone. It smells about 3x worse than yad’s room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kitchen is so messy it’s like a work of art. If you take a picture and name it “heroin abuse” it would be powerful. And it may, genuinely, put people off. Or name is “alchochol rocks” hahahaha. I’m not even kidding. I gotta get that pic and post it on here. It’s amazing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways it was good to catch up with hairy. He hasn’t changed much. I wonder if he’ll ever give up the drink? Proably not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hairy’s game involves getting hammered and hitting on other hammered girls. that’s not going to change. I told him about game. He thought it was interesting … but that’s about it. he’s far too ingrained in being the way he is to want to change…. So I don’t even try.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s the point? I’ve already learned that lesson a few times before: Only help those that ask for your help. Otherwise, it always ends badly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in -1.25in 0pt 0in" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ve met a few girls… nothing significant to report so I won’t bother…… I’m going to stay with ace next week so that should be a gooooooooood time!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7689298268021970374?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7689298268021970374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7689298268021970374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7689298268021970374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7689298268021970374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/12/yads-room-smells-worse-than-anything_03.html' title='Yad&apos;s room smells worse than anything'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-6311381370943313515</id><published>2009-11-26T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:31:04.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LR - Nov 11th - Half japnese tiny Brazilian girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Well I guess the first update is I slept with the tiny brazilian girl on Friday. Nothing too tricky. I met her at the station and walked her to this awesome Chinese noodle place. YUMMYYYY.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After we eat we go back to mine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She didn’t let me kiss her in public, and even at my house she’s super shy again. Jesus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just keep molesting her. Also I just kept referring very casually to the sex we were goin to have. I’d be like “so, movie, then sex? Or sex then movie? What do you think?” and she’d say “Movie” …… she never once said “What, I’m not going to sleep with you!” Which I’d have expected.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;We’re getting hot and heavy on the couch and I say “let’s get into bed!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;In bed, she won’t let me take her clothes off. She’s all “turn the light off” … even when I’ve got ALL the lighs off, save for the laptop light she’s STILL saying “it’s too much light!” … she’s THAT shy where she wants it to be pitch black. I decide to be an a-hole so I say “ok, nevermind” and I roll over like I’m going to sleep.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wait around 2 mins… then I hear her breathing getting heavy. WTF !! I rouse her and proceed to remove her clothes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’d told me she takes forever to reach orgam (with head and fingering) and I decide to test the theory.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finger her for a while and she doesn’t even make a peep. Like, not a PEEP. It’s kind of creepy when you’re fingering a girl to complete silence. You know? Like, what the fuck? It’s like she’s dead or something. Or not complying. It feels a bit rapey.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I decide “surely she’ll enjoy a bit of sex.” So I’m still like switching positions and shit and after like 5 minutes she’s like “I want you to come!” … and I say “but then it will be over” and she said “I want you to come” and I say “Are you not enjoying it?” and she said “yea I am but I want you to come”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So I came and it ended and it was all a bit shit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I can’t see how a guy with options with girls would get a girlfriend who just didn’t put the effort in in the bedroom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like once you’ve had women that love blowing you and massaging you and making you happy – what the fuck? It’s just funn because within a few days I’ve had a girl who absolutely loves it – and a girl who’s pulse I have to measure to make sure she was alive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s not her fault. It’s just the way she is. But still….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Dunno If I’d bother seeing her again. I feel a bit guilty not… should I be feeling that? I still think that, because I’ve slept with a girl I’m a douche for not seeing her again. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm…. I guess this goes away if you get to know girls a bit more before you bed them…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Rockstar is over. That’s a relief. I really didn’t like those guys… they were kind of douchebags for the most part. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I only really liked one of them…. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the Frenchman! He was &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a great guy. And, one of the business advisorts was cool too. Most of the students just weren’t that interesting … but a couple were proper dickheads. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mr M let me stay in one of the Rockstar houses for the last while which was awesome as I’ve been looking for a flat. I’m sad to leave the brick land area – it fuckin rocks around here! Maybe I’ll find something around here….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ve got the dancer coming round in a couple of days …. Better get my urges sorted before I’m homeless again…. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Should be a fun couple of weeks… I’m goin to be staying with a couple of old friends, Yad for a bit, and Ace too… so I should have some interesting posts coming up! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-6311381370943313515?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/6311381370943313515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=6311381370943313515' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6311381370943313515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6311381370943313515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/11/lr-nov-11th-half-japnese-tiny-brazilian.html' title='LR - Nov 11th - Half japnese tiny Brazilian girl'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7650333093933844589</id><published>2009-11-03T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:58:41.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer's have sexy bodies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Had an exciting couple of days. So, on friday I went out with Connor and Dr. Yen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hit a couple of bars in shoreditch but there weren’t many hotties around. Then we walked over to old street but they weren’t letting people into the bars we wanted – even tho it was only 12:40.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr. Yen decides to “escort” one drunken hottie to the subway. Me and conner nip into this one bar that’s actually not bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He opens this 2 set and we have a bit of a chat with them. After talking to one socially retarded but hot vampire, we end up back in the 2 set. It was 1 brazilian girl and her friend. The brazilian was cute and had a smokin’ body. The other one was plumper but was cute too. I played the question game with the&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian and gradually escalated. She was a bit shy but we were making out by the end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also the 4 of us played truth or dare.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Connor had to do a gay dance in the middle of the dancefloor. He did a little bit too well, as one gentleman’s interest was definitely peaked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Then for one of my dare’s I had to go ask a gay man to dance. Well, I ran into the same guy and had a dance with him. I joked and said I was just doing it to make connor jealous. He actually got his hang on my leg and all.Anyways after this … the guy wouldn’t leave connor alone. He’d walk by and fluff up his hair… then just stand there and act all sexy trying to seduce him. We were in stitches.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I didn’t get the feeling I got have slept with the brazlian that night but… I should have tried more I suppose. She hasn’t had sex in many months! I spoke to her on the phone 2 days after. She was happy to hear from me but doesn’t really seem that keen. I’m not really that keen either so… probably nothing will happen there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;On haloween (sat) most of my (pua) friends went to torture garden. I couldn’t be fucked putting a proper costume together and Gameboy Huck had a couple of parties in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North London&lt;/st1:place&gt; so I thought I’d do that instead. Met up with Dunners and his girlfriend for Dinner then went to the parties.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Party one: Bunch of jewish guys in their early 20’s… 1 hottie who had a BF and a couple of fat girls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;That didn’t last long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Second party: Quite a few hotties, but boring all except of the host – who had (you guessed it) a boyfriend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was an ok time –my outfit was a big hit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah – so check out my outfit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Let’s see if you guys can guess what it is. This was pretty much half of the joke on haloween. I’d walk around wearing this red shirt with this cute fluffy giraffe on it. It has buttons for eyes and they stick out and it really is adorable. Then, I got me a back of candy, (including a big lollypop which I dropped and it shattered) and a balloon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I’d walk up to girls and say “hey little girl. would you like some candy?” ….. and whatever they said I would reply “but first, you have to guess what I am!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Then I’d follow up with&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;You sure are a pretty little girl. would you like to see my van? Would you like to touch my giraffe? It’s soft. Come with me, let me show you something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;If they STILL didn’t get it I’d have to explain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;“I’m dressed as a child. I have candy. And a balloon. Helooooooooo”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Then I’d say “NOBODY EVER GETS PAEDOPHILE!! ARRRGHHH” and walk away to either a)laughs or b)ackward silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways – it was awesome. best outfit EVER !!! I actually managed to creep out some people at the party. Apparently I’d make a good paedo.. who knew?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;The funniest part happened earlier in the night. I went to tesco’s to buy some candy. I get to the section with the chocolate&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is one woman standing there also looking at the candy. I say to her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Me “Hey, are you going to be a paedophile as well?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Woman “sorry?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Me “Are you going to be a paedophile… for haloween”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Woman “Uh… no”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ackward silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Me “Oh. I just thought cuz you were looking at the candy, maybe you wanted to go as a paedophile”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ackward silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Woman “No, I just like candy”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Me “Oh, I see”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;More ackward silence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Woman walks off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Right. Man I’m laughing as I write that. That actually happened. I really make myself laugh sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways – then on Sunday I had a date with the tiny brazilian I met on haloween. (On the way to the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; party I spoke to her on the street and got her number, even tho her not so attractive friend was cockblocking)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I met her near my temporary flat in shoreditch (oh yeah) at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/st1:place&gt; station. Then she hung about as I ate a falafel. Then we went for a coffee. Question game ensued. She’s only been with 2 guys and hasn’t had sex since April. APRIL!!! And she’s really fucking cute.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, she’s half Japanese from her mom, and her dad is Italian. She’s absolutely TINY like I love – and she’s got the sexy Angelina jolia lips. I’m not kidding. She’s adorable!! Slightly corked ass teeth but that’s the only fault. I can live with it. anyways I could tell she was up for it… she was a bit shy kissing in public is all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said “not here” in the café place. Well… I still kissed her there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also demonstrated my skillz by joking around with the waitress and 2 girls that were sitting next to us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’m really seeing how much of a difference this makes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t emphasize it enough. On a date, a girl seeing you getting along well/charming other people is very powerful social proof. It may be just as powerful as having cool friends etc…. it’s more impressive if you think about it. your friends are ALREADY your friends. Of course you’re going to get along with them. That’s what friends rae – people you KNOW that you get along with. Right? But – for you to walk into a café/restaurant/whatever and just make friends with people &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;before her very eyes&lt;/i&gt; is, in my opinion – just as powerful. You don’t KNOW these people. They don’t HAVE to be nice to you. They don’t know you. And yet, here they are warming to you in a matter of seconds/minutes. THAT shows he you’ve got the skills.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether she’s looking for a quick shag or a BF – social skills are necessary in this day and age and are far more relevant than your physical size/earning etc …. If you can talk, you don’t need to fight. If you can talk, you can get a job and feed the kids. It’s the ultimate DHV !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I do this on ALL my dates now. Win over the waiter/waitress or merge sets with any tables/people around. Just for a 3 minute chat … just long enough for them to show they want to be friend with me. That’s enough!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways – after the coffee she’s saying she’s go to get back soon. I promised her a tea, AND a desert if she came all the way to see me… so I go into the shop and buy a sweet thing. She doesn’t want any…. I tell her I wanna swing by my place to drop it off. She’s like “yea right!” … she totally knows I’m goin to try and lay her. Haha. So I say “ok you got me – I’m totally going to molest you when we get in there. But if you tell me to fuck off, I will” … she’s like “ok”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Again – this is a critical move. By admitting you’re going to try and sleep with them (being honest) it takes away her power of accusing you of doing it. you’re telling her you’re going to do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;– but since you’re being honest they’re likely to believe what you’re saying along with the true statement which is “I’ll stop if you tell me to” (which is true. But she’s more likely to come over if I admit to her I’m going to try it on) …..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Again – normally I don’t have to say this but… cuz I’ve already had my tongue down her throat she knows what’s up. So you have say something – otherwise she feels you’re being dishonest and she wont’ come back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anywho – I get her in there, I’m just gently kissing her lips and she attacks me!! I was totally just teasing her and she was like getting right into the making out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was biting her stomach and neck etc. she’s really sensitve all tlike “oww don’t bite me, it hurts!” … shame. I like to bite. Anywho: I couldn’t seal the deal: She wasn’t having any of it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I got her on her bus… then I realized I’d totally forgot to put across the non judgemental frame. I mean, I have it anyways but I just didn’t put any of johnny’s stuff across. Shit!! She felt slutty putting out. She probably would have anyways but it would have increased my chances.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Any well. It’s all good. We’re texting each other. She’s got a cold now but this one I’ll likely see again (even tho they usually flake if you escalate hard and don’t close)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ok, then today the dancer girl came over to my house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the one that flaked last tues. it was a total flake too. No text – nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I met her, we made out in L square (and I kisser her belly – hot!) and we make plans for tues. then nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Then, on Saturday I get this text “hello mr sasha! So sorry for the no show. Had to work ridiculous hours at work. I move into my friend’s house on Tuesday. Monday? &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chu&lt;/st1:place&gt; chu xxx”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I reply “hmm I dunno. You broke my itty bitty heart once. Why should I give you a second chance? You’d have to think up a pretty good reason….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She says&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;“Because I can make a gay man come in my mouth?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I says “so, just imagine what you can do to me? Is that what you are saying? ? ?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She says “I’m not one to big myself up. You either want to or you don’t”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She’s escalating me. Fuck the hoop, all I have to do is confirm a time and place and it’s on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I says “Ok, I want to. And guess what – there is a huge mirror next to my bed. How hot is that?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She says “Nice to know ;) so you have a place here now? But we get ahead of ourselves. How about that milkshake?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Then I have her meet me near my place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;We get noodles. Question game. She’s open but claims she’s not very good at games or coming up with questions. I can tell it’s a limiting belief for her. Hmm. Anyways after our food I say “how about tea and backrubs at mine?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;And that’s that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No tactics necessary – she’d already decided she wanted to fuck my brains out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this girl learned in about 30 seconds how to give me head exactly like I want. Nice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had 3 or 4 orgasm without coming. Yay! She was duly impressed. I talk to her a bit about her sexual history. She’s been checked out a month ago. So has her lover who’s she’s been seeing for 15 months. They are open, but he tells her if he has sex with anyone without a condom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decide she’s not a crackhead or high risk case and I go down on her. I pray for no fish smell.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There isn’t one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yayy. She has 2 screaming orgasms. Nice work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;We have sex. I try one of these new non latex “feel real” Avanti condoms and they totally suck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she’s into the sex but it just feels like banging plastic to me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It kinda starts to feel good but I ejaculate the old fashion way and it’s all over. She almost had orgasm #3 but assures me she’s satisfied nevertheless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damn it – I have to work on my fucking with condoms skillset lol. Then again, the head was really good so I was happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;This girl is a real trooper. She actually had said “I love having a nice cock in my mouth” … in fact she said this when I said “I’m gonna get you back” … in other words sucking my cock was enough. God bless this girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Why can’t all girls be like this? Her massage skills left something to be desired but… she’ll learn. So, 13 days in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to get laid from daygame. That’s ok. It took over a month in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;!! Ugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7650333093933844589?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7650333093933844589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7650333093933844589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7650333093933844589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7650333093933844589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/11/dancers-have-sexy-bodies.html' title='Dancer&apos;s have sexy bodies...'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-1128336927415650696</id><published>2009-10-23T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:20:47.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SASHA PUA BACK IN LONDON</title><content type='html'>OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say in this post really, other than I AM BACK IN THE MOTHERFUCKING UK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here in almost a year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw most of my mates already. 3 of my close pua mate's have GF's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. We wouldn't really run around chasing girls anyways - we more just talk about shit and chill anyways. But still. Woulda been fun if they didn't have GF's. But I'm happy for 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is my home. God damn, I LOVE THIS CITY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd actually come back to train the rockstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it back. But, they didn't seem very enthusiastic. Furthermore, they didn't give my stuff a shot, didn't try my openers and then left half way thru day 1. (actually, not even half way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came off as socially miscalibrated douchebag's with big ego's. They've been at it 6 weeks and they know everything already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them said I'd offended him with my jokes. Maybe. But that's no reason to abandon your training. I think they were actually too scared to do some of the fun/crazy shit I was asking them... and their solution was to just fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the message along that I wouldn't train them unless I'd received an apology. It didn't arrive so.... that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did like a couple of the guys tho (the co-ordinator and the business instructors, and one of the rockstars) so hopefully I'll spend some time with those guys at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they were just used to everyone sucking their little cocks tryin to get into the book but - I just wasn't going to do that. I gave them my 100% full training, as I do to all of my students.  I'm supposed to dumb it down and make is more accessible? Go easy on them? I don't think so. Maybe it's hard to appreciate something when you're not paying for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apon further consideration they were not in any way worthy to learn my daygame skill set. I'm glad it worked out the way it did.  Maybe they are actually good guys and they've just been worn out and poisoned and made weird by too much game too fast. (Refer to my recent "Zero to Hero does'nt work" post. Maybe under normal circumstances I would have gotten along with them? Maybe they'd have loved my shit and it would have massively improved their game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. They'll never know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooh i'm gonna tear up this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of hotties that are just running around London is AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY HAS ANY EXCUSE NOT TO BE GETTING LAID IN LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stand there in soho and HUNDREDS OF HOT GIRLS PASS YOU OVER AND OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you just had the balls to say "hi, you're hot" to all the women passing by, you'd eventually get laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NUMBERS ARE AMAZING. Just unreal. I had a 1:1 and gave him most of the hotties but GOD DAMN I can't wait to hit the streets. OHhhhhhhh yea mama. It's gonna be like 2007 all over again!! Wahooooooo !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-1128336927415650696?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/1128336927415650696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=1128336927415650696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1128336927415650696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1128336927415650696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/10/sasha-pua-back-in-london.html' title='SASHA PUA BACK IN LONDON'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-589988444823296682</id><published>2009-10-20T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:06:44.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland !!</title><content type='html'>I slept in the same bed with this guy. He grabbed my ass and caressed me and pulled me in. I was like "uh, it's me dude" and he went OH FUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really funny. He musta thought I was a broad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same guy wakes up and starts drinking straight away - on a day he's got a party at his house.  The Irish are maaaaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little game talk went very well... like 23 or 24 guys came out... and then I did a mini bootcamp on the sunday with a few guys so that was cool.  I was absolutely fucked on lack of sleep. IT was amazing. I even did my hour long comjedy show. was barely functioning but I managed. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A talk, bootcamp, and comedy show in ONE weekend!! woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with JuiceTerry who was a friend of a friend. HE helped me organize shit and was a super nice guy. I LOVE YOU MAN!! Anyone who goes to Ireland should hookup with this dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah - on my first night I made out with 2 babes. One was really hot and 19 - the other was 34. I went to a late night tango class with the 34 year old but couldn't get her back. I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 19 year old was smooooooooking. Invited her to the party the next day but she didn't show. Ah well. EAsy makeouts tho... I can see the appeal of night/booze game. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Irish. Truly. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-589988444823296682?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/589988444823296682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=589988444823296682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/589988444823296682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/589988444823296682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/10/ireland.html' title='Ireland !!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-8776355575455969487</id><published>2009-10-12T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:20:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dublin Ahoy!!</title><content type='html'>Wazaaaaaaaaaaaaaa - It's back to Europe for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days really is the most amount of time one should spend in Canada. Any more and you start wantin' to hurt yourself. (And others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Dublin this weekend!  I'll be givin' a free talk on Friday night.... then going crayyyzeeeeeeeee. Well, maybe not crayze. But I'll be in Dublin. AND I DON'T DRINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I'll be crucified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody knows anybody in Dublin - Tell 'em I'm a comin!! And tell 'em to come come to the free talk! (Will post venue soon) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report: There are, however, hot, hot girls in Toronto. Oh yea. I went to government last night. There was all these dj's and shit. The music wasn't that great. But the honies!! OMG!! Hot 20 year olds dressed as SLUTS!! like, a LOT of flesh. Like, on the UK level. It was great!! and TONS of hot asian girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAwrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volume was ridiculous. I tried yelling at a girl or two, then quit and danced and chilled with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man If I liked nightgame, and I could hear myself talk - I may have tried harder. BUt I don't, I couldn't and I didn't really give a fuck. It was funny - normally I feel this pressure to approach women when I go out at night. Which I hate. But, I decided before the night that I was actually going for the music and I didn't give two shits about the girls. And that helped a lot. Till I saw some hot girls. And then the weird pressure was back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is that? Can't I just go to a god damn show with DJ's and dance withouth having to pickup? What's the matter with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not normal. The community has made me not normal.  I realize that's not normal and yet - there it is. I feel I absolutely have to talk to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't. It was hard. BUt i mainly didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny in the day I don't feel that pressure, I just approach when I want. But as SOON as i'm the club....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STrange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I hate it (night game) but I feel I have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-8776355575455969487?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/8776355575455969487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=8776355575455969487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8776355575455969487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8776355575455969487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/10/dublin-ahoy.html' title='Dublin Ahoy!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-6273589626336509059</id><published>2009-10-11T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:41:06.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma THurman made me ejaculate on my foot</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had phone sex with Uma THurman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't really Uma THurman. That WOULD be a hell of a blog report. Nay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl last weekend while out with a friend. She was wearing blue face paint. SHe looked a bit like Uma THurman. So that's my nickname for me. She actually called me (wow) .... we had a long ass talk.  I told her of my ways (Johnny Philosofy) and was like "omg, I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so IMMEdiately, everything came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her sexual history, which guy fucked her how, how many guys she's toying with. EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it became even clearer to me how powerful complete honestly can be with girls. I mean WOW.  It just gets more and more obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, why the fuck wouldn't you talk about all this stuff with girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you supposed to build a relationship based on honest and trust if you're decieving them, and they're not sharing all the facts with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is any relationship other than a one night stand going to work if you're hiding the fact that you're a manwhore from the girl???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being totally honest you are being completely different from 99.9999% of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY is saying to girls "Yea i fuck around a lot. I don't want to be your boyfriend. Let's just have fun. You should date other guys too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on. I'm going to be yapping about this more and more and I use it more. I'm still only on a 3 hookups from this (and one jerk) haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANywho - we had an AWESOME talk (I spend 1 dollar in long distance, i think she spend like 2.50) ..... and she was sooooo sexual on the phone it was amazing.  SHe lives a couple of hours drive out of Toronto though... I just wasn't willing to make the trip and neither was she. So - phone sex. She had an orgasm... and I had one (but held it in) ... then for some reason i go for anotherone and let loose. Ughhhhhhhhhhhh. Uma thurman made me blow a load on my foot. Gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE USED ME!! SHE USED ME FOR MY SEXY VOICE AND MY CEMEN!!! arrgghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHe's never had phone sex before. WOW!! I took her phone sex virginity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be seeing that hot 18 year old I blogged about before. She's gettin in from out of town today I think.... So we'll see. She's flakey as shit, but seemed very keen in the texts she send me back. She's very hot - amazing face+body and FUCKING FUN. Makes me laugh.  Could be a very very hot night. One or two other leads fizzled. I think she's my last hope of a Toronto LAy before I head back to the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did hit up a few girls from before but...... no luck!  There were a few more I could have tried but... Bah. No matter. Still.... I'm feeling frisky these last couple of weeks!! I think it's the variety of women. Johnny's right about that too - Variety does make you hornier!! heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I've got a whoooole load of variety coming up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-6273589626336509059?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/6273589626336509059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=6273589626336509059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6273589626336509059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6273589626336509059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-thurman-made-me-ejaculate-on-my.html' title='Uma THurman made me ejaculate on my foot'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-993394438194630837</id><published>2009-10-08T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:17:25.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can dive!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I dived into the pool without plugging my nose.  I've never, ever been able to do that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of times I've been in Toronto, I've improved my swimming technique. I've actually been improving my front crawl to the point where - I can kinda front crawl without choking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ... I still had to plug my nose while jumping into the pool. I've never, ever been able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was in the pool... I'd gotten out, and as I walked up to the pool I stopped. I just thought "this is fucking ridiculous. I can do this" and I jump into the pool, head first while exhaling. And it was fine.  I did it again, just to make sure - and got a bit of water up my nose. Ugh. Then I thought, better do it again and end it right. 3rd time - all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. I am officially in the club of people that can just... you know. jump in the water. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not seem like a big deal but... to the people out there that have to plut their nose when they jump into the water - It's a big fucking deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fear conquered. IT was stupid. I'm surprised it took me this long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-993394438194630837?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/993394438194630837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=993394438194630837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/993394438194630837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/993394438194630837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-dive.html' title='I can dive!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7347010857304325216</id><published>2009-10-05T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:18:55.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0 min lay... Social proof in the house!! ;)</title><content type='html'>So: My Last day in BA was insane. Not that anything fancy happened. But because I’d never really gamed the girl, or got her number, or really even spent any time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,  This girl had come to one comedy show alone… I chatted to her a bit and thought nothing of it. She was cute but I was busy.  Then, she showed up at the next one with a couple of friends.  I chatted briefly to them, and thought she was kinda cute – but I didn’t realize we’d met before. They left without saying anything after the show, however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next day I get this message in my facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, what a pity - I had been waiting all week for your show because I thought you were pretty cute and deserved to have some hot sex after all those disappointing Argentinian women, and so I was going to come up to you after the show and suggest we go back to my place, but then you went on and on and on and said that the thing was never going to end, and it got late so I just gave up and went home. Oh well, maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahathat's the funniest post show heckle i've had! It deserves it's own category! The post show sex promise!! :PHang on - which girl were you? I can't really tell by your pic! But thanks for coming. I presume you're kidding... but i am quite horny and frustrated so... going by your pic i probably would have taken you up on the offer, lolI only went on with that joke 3 minutes, then i quit. You can always come over to Palermo in the afternoon... my flights not till 10.30pm ;)hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or you can come here. 1946 Chicauna. 6D I'm around most of the day until 6And you wouldn't recognize me from the photo, I'm blond now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can I tell ya. Sometimes, you just have to let them win a round, hmm? I hopped in a cab and got over there. Now I’m thinking “if she looks really bad, I’ll have a tea, make an excuse and say I have to leave” and if she’s a go, then it’s a go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a genuine time constraint. I got to hers at almost 4.30 but I was getting a cab at 5.30 from the house. AND I had to swing by Hbsinger’s house cuz I’d lent her a book. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she comes downstairs and she’s pretty good. Nice body, cute. Between a 7.5 and and 8.3 depending on your tastes. If you like blonds maybe an 8.5… but I don’t that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho… yea we go in. I’m being funny and she’s like “you can relax” so I do a bit. I wasn’t nervous. Just… funny.  She wanted to talk a few mins first… she insisted on finishing out tea. After 10 mins I’m like “alright that’s enough tea” and she’s like “ok!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, she just wanted to get the clothes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a good kisser… pretty good body… but she didn’t like getting bitten very much. She kept saying “ow! Ow! Not so hard!” … I’d gotten used to the Canadian who liked a bit of rough. Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went down on me… fast learner… it got gooooooood to me!   A little head… I finger her a bit, and we get down to it.  I said to her after 15 mins “condom sex isn’t my specialty… I can go down on you and make you come like that if you want!” … she says “fuck me really hard, come, and then go down on me!” … for some reason that didn’t appeal so I fucked her a bit more and has a semi ejaculatory orgasm. (felt like I let it out, but I don’t think I did) …. Maybe like 20% came out. Which is better than 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after that… I dunno… I really didn’t know her and I didn’t really feel like going down on her.  I think it’s because it was such an easy lay … In my mind I thought maybe she’s a ho and could have whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in truth – yea that was it. She wasn’t a ho tho. Just had good taste in men. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave her a bit of a backrub and then said “gotta go!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not sexually satisfied. I did promise her to make it up to her next time. And I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chatted. She’s actually a cool girl and likes kung fu movies! How cool is that? Awesome!! Hopefully I will link up with her when she comes to the uk in dec……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, no game is required at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to hook up with me because a) she thinks I’m hot and b) I’m funny… and possibly c) because she knows there’s no strings, I’m leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you’re thinking. “It doesn’t count cuz she’s Irish” …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU. Irish girls are not slappers. Not all of ‘em, anyways. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANywho:  Really I think this lay was kinda social proof based&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she met me the first time, I was running around talking to everyone before my show, just being fun and shit. Then she saw me do comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, again she saw me tear it up at a comedy show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea. That’s it really. She already decided that she knew me. I actually said to her at one point “But we hardly know each other” and she said “well, I know you a little”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, her watching me doing comedy is just a ramped up version of social circle game… it’s me dominating a whole room of people socially. Big turn on. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really illustrates how effective social circle game is. I came pre screened by all those people who thought I was awesome… and that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really going to try build a social circle of hot girls when I get back to UK. And I’m going to disqualify them all. Every girl I try get into the circle I’m going to tell “Listen, you’re just not my type. I only like you as a friend, ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, I’m going to sleep with every one too.  But, I genuinely and going to try and just make friends with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve realized that once girls actually get to know me, they want me. 80% of the girls that slip away are lost before the day 2.  Once I get them out, my odds go way up.  So, the key is… don’t give them a reason to not come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to leave direct game on the side for a while (except for when I really, really have to go direct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this will result in more lays in the long term. We’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. 7 weeks in Buenos Aires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lays 3&lt;br /&gt;Vagina's eaten (cockblocked by a baby) = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls I could have banged: Very large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end there, they were really coming out of the woodwork! Ridiculous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7347010857304325216?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7347010857304325216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7347010857304325216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7347010857304325216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7347010857304325216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/10/0-min-lay-social-proof-in-house.html' title='0 min lay... Social proof in the house!! ;)'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-1997663631999103340</id><published>2009-09-29T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:12:28.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Article on flakey ass Argentinian girls</title><content type='html'>Had this published here in Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty standard stuff, but thought I'd stick 'er up here anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret: It's not really about the BA girls. It's about all girls. The "Argentine women" angle was bullshit!! hehe.... but shhhhhhhhhh .... they'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://landingpadba.com/tips-on-how-to-attract-the-illusive-ladies-of-buenos-aires/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-1997663631999103340?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/1997663631999103340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=1997663631999103340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1997663631999103340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1997663631999103340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/article-on-flakey-ass-argentinian-girls.html' title='Article on flakey ass Argentinian girls'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-833265343825095700</id><published>2009-09-28T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:30:17.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Took my first tango lesson!</title><content type='html'>Watching tango, i thought "meh. boooooooring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after taking my first tango lesson. it's alright, actually!! When the male instructor spend 2 mins with me explaining what it is to "lead" i had a little Epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, you are stepping left to right, to the music, with the girl. But, when you (the man) wants the girl to start walking backwards, you push her backwards with your hands and she follows your lead and goes backwards. it's up to you to make sure she doesn't run into anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his words exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to lead. Always. not too weak: The intention it always there. Always the man is leading. Always, otherwise the woman doesn't know what to do, she is lost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motherfucker should be a PU instructor, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the Argentinian male aggression is made clear. It's goes all the way to tango. The man leads, always, without question. That's just the way it is. Man leads, woman follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the the danceroom, it is in the Bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-833265343825095700?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/833265343825095700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=833265343825095700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/833265343825095700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/833265343825095700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/took-my-first-tango-lesson.html' title='Took my first tango lesson!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4007894535136214981</id><published>2009-09-28T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:29:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero to Hero - Doesn't work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a powerful realization yesterday.It's pretty simple, yet ... huge.You see, I've got this friend. This is someone I met thru game. Someone I taught daygame to. Not officially but... just as a friend. This guy went from having little success with women to... regular sex. And now, has a very hot girlfriend. And I mean, very hot.Now, if you were to ask me what this guy was like when I met him - I'd have said "super nice guy. one of the nicest guys I know... awesome"i'd have meant it. If you'd ask me today... i'd say "he's kind of a dick"How so? He's got to be the center of attention all the time. he's always out-framing everyone. Hes always interrupting people. If you give him any ounce of power or responsibility (no matter how trivial) he'll abuse it to assert himself over others. He's a dick.He's such a dick, my other friends are coming up to me saying "are you actually friends with that guy?" ... I'm being put in a situation where I have to explain to them "he's actually a nice guy. He's just got some shit he's got to work thru now"The thing is, i snapped on this friend last week and told him all of this. I told him everything. The incident that led to my snapping isn't really relevant: He was just being a complete prick without any provocation whatsoever.Nice.So - I told he was acting like a fucking douchebag... not just then, but all the time. ALL the time. Eventually he apologized, admitted to being a douchbag and said he was having a hard time - he was going thru a lot of shit, etc.And then - he continued being a douchebag. it's come to a point where I don't really want to hand around the guy anymore. It isn't fun.Now - I've thought about this... what's happened? when I met him a year ago, he was a super guy. sweet and nice, almost timid. now, anyone would describe him as an asshole. What happened?Game happened.My realization is this. You can't go from ZERO to HERO in under 60 seconds. It doesn't work.Going from a shy, timid bastard to a guy who can hookup with hot girls is a BIG change. It's massive. it's the biggest change you could have, other than going from an ignoramus to an enlightened man. And that's what he's done, very quickly.And it's fucked him up totally.He thinks because he has a hot girl on his arm, he's better than other people ...or, maybe he's trying to frame control all his friends like he does with womenI can tell much of his behavior stems from a massive lack of self confidence. But, having a hot girl suggests to him that he's somewhere that he's not. He's not actually, truly a winner yet. he's not made it: He's faking it. And he knows he's faking it. He hasn't sorted out his inner game...just his outer game. It's killing him.Best described he would be this way (I just watched star wars episode 3) :PHe's a socially miscalibrated guy with deep seated confidence issues who can get girls. He's actually not very good with people. But, he's learned enough game to get the occasional girl.If I met this guy now - I'd dismiss him in an instant. But, the problem is - I know who he really is. A nice guy.or, is that guy I met... gone forever?As a mutual friend of ours said... he just needs time. Eventually he'll get back to normal. But until that happens... sighonce I've reached out to someone and told them what's going on... well... the rest is up to them. You can only tell someone so many times to stop being an arsehole.The rest is up to them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what I’m saying is: Getting good with girls really fast can fuck you up. I think Zero to Hero should take a little while. You know, gradual changes… maybe over 6 months&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s why there’s such a high failure rate at all these bootcamps. You know? Even if someone does breakthrough for a weekend. That dosen’t change WHO YOU ARE. Approaching lots of girls in a nightclub (or in the day) doesn’t change who you are. So… if you’re a weirdo… you just become a weirdo that can approach girls.&lt;br /&gt;That’s even worse, LOL !!&lt;br /&gt;If you’re a cool guy who’s just a bit shit with girls, or a bit shy – then a bootcamp really is for you.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean? I know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this means companies should screen everyone who applies for their bootcamps – but… I just can’t see certain companies doing that. I’ve kind of avoided a couple of guys myself who I knew I couldn’t help but…. Yea…&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…..&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a future in long term coaching. Baby steps etc…… so far I’ve just been throwing guys in at the deep end. That seems to work too though… MOST of the time. But not always. Sometimes they regress! But over 6 months… if you actually BECAME a cool guy. How can you go back?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4007894535136214981?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4007894535136214981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4007894535136214981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4007894535136214981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4007894535136214981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/zero-to-hero-doesnt-work.html' title='Zero to Hero - Doesn&apos;t work.'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-935431033337486700</id><published>2009-09-25T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:56:14.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much abundance can be a bad thing! (Article)</title><content type='html'>Most guys get into the community to increase their skill set with … the ladies. Now, much as been written about how great game is. And it is – game is great! However, there are some negative aspects to getting into game too hard too fast. Too much game can be, not only bad for your game, but bad for your life. Ostracizing/losing your old friends, loosing respect for women, serious drops in your productivity….  in some cases,  too much gaming can simply make you weird! So, in this series of articles, I’m going to be writing about the negative aspects of game and how to avoid them.  For my first article, I want to focus on a more specific ailment.  It’s for the intermediate/advanced pua and it is this:  Too much abundance can be a bad thing!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put quite simply, the more options you have with women, the less likely you are to put in the amount of energy required to get any one specific girl.  And who’s to say THAT girl wouldn’t have been the best one for you?  The most amazing? The most fascinating? The best in bed? Or (brace yourselves) THE ONE?  Sometimes just knowing you have the ability and skill to go out there and meet loads of attractive women makes it a whole lot less likely that you will put in a significant amount of time and energy required to get one specific girl. This my friends, can be counter productive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I went to a new year’s party.  It was in a pub that was to be sold. We could drink the motherfucking place dry for free. Pretty cool! Even though I’m not a big drinker myself, I figured free alcohol was likely to lead to a good party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So – there’s this one cute girl standing right by the bar. As far as I was concerned, she was the only one at the party I was interested in.   I spoke to her – I think I was a bit direct. I remember it was funny (well, I thought it was) but she certainly did not.   She didn’t say anything at all. I was like “ok then…” and just wandered off.   Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I tried to talk to her again - she blew me off.  I talked with some other people at the part, danced a bit.  Then again I approached her – but AGAIN she just politely evaded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nowadays, I’d have quit her ages ago. I’d have thought “Baah! There’s so many girls out there. I’ve got this one, and that one…. and I have soo many phone numbers to call  – she’s probably a bitch anyways. Who needs her! ” and that would have been it. These days probably after the 2nd or 3nd attempt I’d have quit. Definitely after the 3rd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But – this was years ago. I didn’t know about game. I didn’t have (much) game ….  I didn’t have all those options with women – in fact, this was the first cute girl I’d met in weeks. So you know what I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point later in the night, we all decided to go and check out this old church across the street.  I re-opened her again (oh wait, this is pre game. What I meant was - I tried speaking to her again.  Somehow I ended up standing in the main bit of the church alone with her… I think we had a bit of a “moment” and then we walked back to the pub with the group.  I thought “maybe she does like me.” Then she ran off again with her friends. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the night probably around 1am,  I just grabbed her and said “right, we’re hanging out RIGHT NOW” and I SAT her on a chair. (Ok, maybe I had some game.) Then I sat down next to her and just started talking to her. It was actually a great conversation.  I remember saying “shit, I’m the best at massages. Come over here to the couch” … she gave me this suspicious look and hesitated but she came over.  5 minutes later I was making out with her. God she was a great kisser.  I spend the rest of the evening with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went upstairs to sleep, there were over 20 people all on the floor in this massive room. She had to go for a pee. I was exhausted. I lay down on the floor and started drifting off. Her hand caressing my elbow brought me back from the arms of sleep. I grabbed her and we made out quietly, guiltily as everyone slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we fell asleep in each other arms. It was an amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I get her number and she says to call her and I agree.  She texts me like an hour after leaving – ioi! (I mean, she likes me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple days later I ring her and get her voicemail. I leave her a particularly brilliant phone message. I still remember it do this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey. It’s Sasha. The tall Canadian comedian you made out with at the party. I don’t know how many Canadian comedian’s you made out with, but I was the tall one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by.  No reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I quit? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text her to see if she got the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texts back saying that is was a great night, but maybe we should just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?? She LOVED ME! SHE texted ME first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now she ignores me phone message - I text her, and now she’s telling me she doesn’t want to meet up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I quit? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. I text again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t break up with me. We haven’t even gone on a date yet!! The rules say, you have to go out with me at least once before you can dump me!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agrees to meet up.  “Ok, but just for a hot chocolate. No massages!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed was, well, a drawn out, painful and yet great love affair. She was amazing. She really got me. I was 100% myself with her, and every moment around her was … magnificent.  She was very religious and (I suspect) this was what separated us in the end. However, I can safely say this will always be one of my great loves and having gone after her – having her in my life as affected me forever. I smile when I think of her still….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But – I’ll tell you what. I never, ever would hooked up with her if I’d known about game at the time.  Would I have spoken to her at that party after her blowing me out 3+ times?  Would I have texted her after she ignored my phone message, then RE texted her after she said she didn’t want to meet up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even before getting to that – after knowing about game, would I have even gone to a little party in the middle of nowhere for new year’s? Ha! I’d have gone to a club, or somewhere else with my pua buddies – a spot likely to have far more sets (ahem, girls to meet) than a remote party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have still kept trying after a girl (post game) after 5-6 blowouts?  pff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply just wouldn’t bother these days.  There are just so many girls floating around at any point – and just as importantly - I can meet any girl I run into in just about every situation. So… why would I, after being blown out over and over go after a girl? Sure, if she was like absolutely amazing – my dream girl. Maybe. But in most cases (and in this case) I just wouldn’t bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge itself that there are millions of women out there that you can approach them can deter you from going after the one set that would prove to be the most fulfilling of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, you’re far more likely to put in the necessary amount of effort with a girl if you’ve only got one or two on the go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another (Quick) story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet a girl. She’s awesome. You get her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you never call her again because you forgot on account of having 60 girls numbers in your phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I told you it was a quick story &lt;img src="http://www.thelss.com/forum/Smileys/default/wink.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Having tons of girls on the go also makes it far less likely that I’ll put in the time to follow up properly – and as the advanced guys will tell you – follow up is very, very important!  Imagine: You’ve got 12 phone numbers from the weekend. Will you call them all?  Are you going to put the time in calling/texting, leaving messages/ keeping track of who didn’t answer, who u left a message for, what you said, etc, as effectively for each of these 12 girls as if you’d just met ONE girl that entire month?? No way hose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point that nobody ever seems to bring up:  If you don’t treat a girl like she’s special, and that you really want HER – she’ll notice. If you treat her like she’s just another one of many girls you’ve got on the go – she’ll notice that too. This doesn’t preclude you from hooking up with girls – but it may affect the type of women you’ll be able to get in the long term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another symptom of overabundance is that guys at the intermediate level often start using the reasoning “well I have other girls,” or “I’m already getting laid” to not approach. But guess what – these are just excuses!  And it’s very easy to go from “bah, I’m getting laid, I don’t have to approach her” to “Uh oh – my girl left me and now I’ve got Approach anxiety again!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we all do not to fall into this trap? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep approaching – even when you’re getting some, no matter what, always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get 12 phone numbers when you go out! Just talk to 2 or 3 girls – get to KNOW them. Would you rather have 2 solid closes? Or 12 girls you barely spoke to that are going to flake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO after each girl like you MEAN it. REALLY go after her. This means only approach girls you’re REALLY attracted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for her like u don't know u can get a million other girls like her – FORGET you know game - go for her like you only ever SEE a girl you meet every few weeks, or months even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go after her like you have no game &lt;img src="http://www.thelss.com/forum/Smileys/default/wink.gif" alt="Wink" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey – you might even make her feel special or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in a strange way, the key is knowing about game but behaving in a manner which suggests that you don’t.  As Bruce Lee said “The art of fighting, without fighting….”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should have a new motto in the seduction community.   “The art of picking up, without picking up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be retards. Follow up all your leads! If you’re unsure where to start – start right away! I like to send a text that says “miss me yet?” to a girl 3 minutes after I’ve walked away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are abundant, but quality girls are rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps rarer now than ever before….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-935431033337486700?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/935431033337486700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=935431033337486700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/935431033337486700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/935431033337486700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much-abundance-can-be-bad-thing.html' title='Too much abundance can be a bad thing! (Article)'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-2505245002608848539</id><published>2009-09-25T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:55:25.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slighltly better sex with ARgentinian #2</title><content type='html'>alrighty..... so Last week we filmed a pilot episode here in Buenos Aires that involved me going around and trying to pick girls up. one of the girls i opened was pretty cute with a hottie little bod and i got her number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i think i've ever see her again? no. not really. well, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightgame number close = fucking worthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i had to try anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i text her and i'm like "listen, i'm leaving town for the weekend. come meet me tonight at 8pm at the starbucks!"  (i had a date with this other hottie at 6pm who was meeting her friend at 8pm, so it made sense!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right - so the first hottie shows up. She's cute but not as hot as she looked at this house party I met her at. However, it was pretty fucking amazing i got her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) she was by a long shot the hottest girl in the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) she's an actress/bartender/writer blah blah social butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do at the party? WAs myself, spoke to her a bit. she didn't care too much, left her alone. spoke to her some more... gave her a massage ... played the question game. she couldn't think of a question after 2 fucking questions. then she had to go to the bathroom. i let her go, and then she was talking to other people at the party. on her way out i told her to give me her number and i'd send her some funny texts. she did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit of text stuff back and forth and she agrees to meet. it helped that i did a comedy show the night before and her friend (who was in the audience) texted her and said i was awesome. anywho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really feel any chemistry with her. at all. like i didn't wanna fuck her. i brought that up and she agreed and we talked about how lame dudes try and pick her up. i told her about my "second job" and she thought it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her i had a date with another girl after her.. she was a bit jealous. she also texted me after she's left saying "have you got your tongue in her mouth yet? let me know if you need any advice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can still sleep with her. i'm not sure. i'm not even sure i want to. but maybe. it doesn't matter i really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh right so she leaves, second girl shows up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this girl's quite fun. just one of those fun girls, you know?  first thought "your not as hot as you were in the club" ... second thought "i still wanna fuck you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talk a bit about BS. lying game: she goes out on the 3rd question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qustion game: goes great, we're just talking thilthy fucking sex and she's asking me thilthy sex. it's on. she gives me exactly zero resistance... touching, poking, kissing her neck, kissing... zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at some point she says "i'm not going to sleep with you" and i'm like "what are you, retarded? let's get the fuck out of here!" and she's like "no i'm not going to sleep with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... after that.. like 20 mins more of talking and my kissin her neck and she says "actually, there's a bus that goes near my house from your house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "took you long enough. let's go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says "ok!" ... followed by "this is crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea. really crazy. we come in, quick tour of the house (says hi to my mates) straight upstairs and we get down to business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl wasn't a fucking prude. nice blowjob.... she's horny...  she has good tits and a good ass. pretty good.... i fucked her for about 20 mins, tho i wasn't too into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I USED My LAST KAMA SUTRA BRAND EXTRA LARGE CONDOM&gt; FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M SCREWED!!! waaaahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually great having only one condom. I told her on the way, i only have one... like maybe i could buy some. she said "nah i have to get the last bus before 12 (it was almost 10pm) so i don't have much time anyways...one is enough" and i didn't argue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so - if you're not that into it... "having one condom only" will keep you from having to fuck again if you don't really want to. you can always "find" another condom or whatever.  just a thought - it's just another false time constraint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho - i almost came 4 times so I guess it was alright. i just wasn't that into her. i fucked her on principle. i hit on her, got her number, and she wanted to fuck. so i did what had to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking fuck, hot girls are adding me on FB from my comedy show. gotta hit some of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting a feel for the argy girls. you just have to be super super super pesky. that's it. you have to turn up the aggression post game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST GAME is everything. numbers don't mean shit unless you have tight text/phone game. that's what you MUST have. My phone / text game is good only when i really try. but after a couple of text if the girl doesn't agree to meet me - i loose interest because i've already met another 5 girls who's # i've gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling into my own trap. I wrote an article called "too much abundance can be bad" which I have to fucking re-read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially ... it talks about what i've been doing. HAving too many leads and not investing enough time in any of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to have 3 hot girls you're really TRYING to get than 35 you send like one or two texts too half heartedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women have to know you're really fucking going after them. especially if they're hot, and especially if they know they're hot. or... more than that. if they are actually fucking high value. they don't want some douchebag just sending them like a couple of texts. u think they're gonna fuck you off that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. you gotta but the fucking work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a douche for not following my own god damn theories. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't put that article on my site, but I'll post it as I publish this for you guys. Alright. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-2505245002608848539?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/2505245002608848539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=2505245002608848539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2505245002608848539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2505245002608848539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/slighltly-better-sex-with-argentinian-2.html' title='Slighltly better sex with ARgentinian #2'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-669594304016883184</id><published>2009-09-24T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:59:02.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck am I doing</title><content type='html'>FUckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuuuuuckkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my comedy show. one of my bootcamp students brings 2 girls, one is hot with a fucking AMAZING body who is throwing herself at me all night. i didn't wanna grab her details as i figured it's my students target..... later he says "nah fuck her, i can when you leave BA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways her and her friend (and this kiwi guy) were cool and I was going to meet them after this ONE THING i had to do (filming for this show) ... i arrange to meet them somewhere and of course, that bar is closing when i get there and they are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i had to do was have them stick with us and i've have fucked this HORNY HOT AMERICAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i suck. WTF was i thinking?? putting my friends TV pilot before vagina. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have done both tho, seriously. FUUUUUCKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another old lesson not followed. if it's a sure thing, DONT LET THEM OUT OF YOUR FUCKING SIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a douche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-669594304016883184?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/669594304016883184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=669594304016883184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/669594304016883184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/669594304016883184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fuck-am-i-doing.html' title='What the fuck am I doing'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-6425794930051496654</id><published>2009-09-20T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:30:32.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundries are very important....</title><content type='html'>couple of things have happened in the last few days that have made me think about how it's very important to be fucking CLEAR with people - especially with any types of negotiations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to say exactly what you will, and will not agree to/tolerate/stand for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to just walk away altogether then confirm in some wishy washy fucking way.  Then you're just wondering/worrying about if it's going to work out or if you'll get what you want/need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THAT SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worth sacrificing your self respect, or what you know it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is worth wasting my fucking time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to do that shit again.  If I know what I want, and I think it's reasonable... and you won't meet my terms - you can fuck off. I'd rather not deal with you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my new policy.  I know, it sounds a bit hitlerish. But it's just another epiphany i've had as clear as day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i'm running the show, i'm running the show. IF someone else wants to run it, that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's my show, it's my fucking show.  You can piss off if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-6425794930051496654?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/6425794930051496654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=6425794930051496654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6425794930051496654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6425794930051496654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/boundries-are-very-important.html' title='Boundries are very important....'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-5151845733193387866</id><published>2009-09-16T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:30:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Functional openers are amazing!</title><content type='html'>Fuck - indirect approaches have been working really well. Esp when you're a tourist. it's amazing. i just do any ol' functional opener and they ALWAYS stop dead, trying to help me. then i just transition and that's it. i get a number like every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason it works so well is that people are socially programmed to help people with certain things, like the time. or if they are lost. And, once you've stopped them and they realize you're not a psycho killer, it's easy enough to carry on the conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can have like a 98% stop rate with functional... while direct is much lower.  Maybe like, 50-70% depending on where you are globally.  Some girls, will just RUN when you go direct.  I wrote a whole article on it already, so I'm not going to go into it. It's on my website if anyone wants to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, guys - don't be scared to ask 'em where shit is. Who cares what the opener is, as long as it stops the girl???  Yea, if she's absolutely stonking hot i'll feel like a douche asking her where the laundromat is.... because it's not congruent with my core anymore. But.... otherwise, who gives a FUCK? It's just an opener. Do what will get her to fucking STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONe thing i've been teaching on bootcamp which is great (easy to use and fun) is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me... can you help me? (wait for girl to stop....) .... I'm looking for..... a clown factory.  Do you know where I can buy a clown? Yeh... I know slavery is bad, right. But it's a clown, so it doesn't count really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... there is no clown factory. It's goofy.  That's why it's good... she realizes it's a joke, but after you've gotten her stopped by using her societal "must help" programming. you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, uhhh Can you help me? I'm looking for..... the woman of my dreams. ARe you available?" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I did? By pretending you need their help you give yourself that moment you need... just long enough to get their attention and show them you're having FUN! (or in this case, going direct after using a functional opener)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one that seems popular with the lads "Hey, excuse me... can you help me? I'm looking for..... a woman that's just as hot as you... but RICH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually mix and match the types of openers.  It's fun stuff. Like that was functional to funny, and functional to funny/direct (my favorite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can go from situational/direct or functional/direct, or situational/funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll admit to making something up to meet the girl as part of the opener. Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, wow, that's a really cool button! it's a kitty! I love kitties!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl "oh yeah, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok!! I admit it! IT WAS ALL A LIE!! I don't like your button! I just thought you were gorgeous and I wanted to meet you. Don't hate me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which category that falls into? It's tricky ;) If anyone guesses right, they get a virtual hug from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of any examples? That's your homework. Post 'em up, or you're in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope that's useful. i have to get to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-5151845733193387866?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/5151845733193387866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=5151845733193387866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5151845733193387866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5151845733193387866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/functional-openers-are-amazing.html' title='Functional openers are amazing!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7005315980201931759</id><published>2009-09-16T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:16:46.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sets, sets, sets</title><content type='html'>This one hottie I met on the weekend called me today. English teacher. Really hot, 34 .... she kept insisting she was just calling me just to find out where i'd be performing.  I tried to arrange a meetup so I could improve my spanish and she said "you don't wanna learn spanish!" ... then i asked if she thought my plan was to seduce her. I had to explain it as she didn't understand me.  Eventually she was like "ah, ya... that's not going to happen, just so you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In otherwords, that's going to happen.  Women are so flippin obvious.  They are like politicians. Every time they deny something, it's true. Every time they insist they are doing something for a specific reason, it's always for another reason. It's like fucking clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i'm just calling you to find out about your show, that's all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, i'm just going over to your house to see that movie, that's all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I'm only cupping your balls to see what size underwear you wear, in case I ever buy you underwear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they even realise this shit coming out of their mouth? IT's amazing.  I don't know if i'm really going to try with this one... as amazingly I still respect the boyfriend title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that even make sense? I guess it does. If a woman really truly wants to be with one guy - i'm not going to fuck that up for her. Not on purpose, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking more and more about this though.... I know that if I really get to know a girl, and there is a connection - that girl will want to sleep with me, even if she has a BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, then what?  Do I give her the polyandrous speech and hope she goes for it? I guess that's better, because I don't want her leaving him for me.  That's no good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many girls really do have boyfriends though - is it really better just not to ask?? Maybe it is.... maybe just keeping one's mouth shut it the way forward.... but it doesn't feel right.  Maybe i should change my name to "moral_pua"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one other girl i met on a bus. it wasn't really going that well. she spoke ZERO english. At this point my spanish is juuust enough to get by... and try pick up girls. But... there just wasn't any chemistry. I thought fuck it, who cares? ... I just hit on her. "me gusto much, quantos novios tienes?" .... she says "lingo una!" (not one!) .... I make fun of her and ask her "quanto tiempo no tienes un novio?" ... she's been single 5 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just stare at her.  She asks me if I have a number. We exchange numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I'm going to text her saying "you're hot. come over and meet me in palermo..." .... nothing to loose. or worse. i don't really care, so wtf. There was a french girl (BF) who may come to the party this weekend. And in the last couple of days a couple of #'s. Bah I can't even be bothered to call them lol. We'll see. I could make a good run of it these next 2 weeks I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck - indirect approaches have been working really well. Esp when you're a tourist. it's amazing. i just do any ol' functional opener and they ALWAYS stop dead, trying to help me. then i just transition and that's it. i get a number like every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason it works so well is that people are socially programmed to help people with certain things, like the time. or if they are lost. And, once you've stopped them and they realize you're not a psycho killer, it's easy enough to carry on the conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can have like a 98% stop rate with functional... while direct is much lower.  Maybe like, 50-70% depending on where you are globally.  Some girls, will just RUN when you go direct.  I wrote a whole article on it already, so I'm not going to go into it. It's on my website if anyone wants to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, guys - don't be scared to ask 'em where shit is. Who cares what the opener is, as long as it stops the girl???  Yea, if she's absolutely stonking hot i'll feel like a douche asking her where the laundromat is.... because it's not congruent with my core anymore. But.... otherwise, who gives a FUCK? It's just an opener. Do what will get her to fucking STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONe thing i've been using whilst on bootcamp which is great (easy to use and fun) is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me... can you help me? (wait for girl to stop....) .... I'm looking for..... a clown factory.  Do you know where I can buy a clown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... there is no clown factory. It's goofy.  That's why it's good... she realizes it's a joke, but after you've gotten her stopped by using her societal "must help" programming. you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, uhhh Can you help me? I'm looking for..... the woman of my dreams. ARe you available?" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I did? By pretending you need their help you give yourself that moment you need... just long enough to get their attention and show them you're having FUN! (or in this case, going direct after using a functional opener)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can actually mix and match the types of openers.  It's fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope that's useful. i have to get to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7005315980201931759?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7005315980201931759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7005315980201931759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7005315980201931759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7005315980201931759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/sets-sets-sets.html' title='Sets, sets, sets'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7566724840642966155</id><published>2009-09-14T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:17:33.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still IN Buenos Aires! (And I just had my first Argentian girl!)</title><content type='html'>Sept 14th - late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I never got on the plane! It gets better - I spend all last night naked with the 32 year old language gato!! (at last!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. The decision to stay put in BA was agonizing. But, quite easy when I weighed up the options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, I just wanted to hang around South America more. I'm here already, right? So why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEre's why travel agents are poop.  Specifically, TD travel rewards. I call them. They ASSURE me, they've spoked to American Airlines and... I can't change my ticket date. "no no... you see, you got a month long ticket. you can make it shorter, but not longer. sorry about that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?  Yes. Are you sure? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, on sept 10th, 5 hours before my flight leaves, I call AA myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem sir, as long as we know you're not getting on the flight... we can book you on any other flight to Toronto, as long as you pay the $200 change fee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. So.... yeah. Td Travel rewards are a bunch of jerk off's. There you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. On Sept 13, (last night) I text HbLanguagegato (32 year old) .... watch the times on the texts. It's painful how bad she wants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:22pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAsha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what. I didn't get on the plane!! Am staying in south america for a couple weeks!! hehe....Do u have a home# will call u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.27pm&lt;br /&gt;HbGato "470*****"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.33pm&lt;br /&gt;HbGato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't belived! well good for as jajaja! I send u my number call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.40pm&lt;br /&gt;HbGato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** my son is not whith my tonight so if U are not meeting other girls call my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Yes, her typing in english IS shit. ANywho, I call her and she agrees to come meet me at the house.  Later she calls and tries to make me walk 7 blocks to meet her where she gets off the bus. Just in case she's attacked. My exact words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, you're 32. Nobody wants to rape you anymore. If you were 19, I'd be more worried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls me an asshole, and tells me she'll come to my house directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes over. It's a whole operation timing one guy being out of the house, and then letting her come in before the next guy comes home, etc etc. So, she rings the bell eventually.  I hug her and she expresses her excitement i'm still in the country. "Are you in trouble with the law in Canada? What is happening??" ... i tell her i'll explain on the way in. I give her the tour of the house... she tells me she's have a stressful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously the plan is to just lay her right here... and only go out if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead her into my mate's bedroom and start massagin her shoulders. "here... sit" I say.... i know if she gets on the bed my odds go up to around 35% for the lay right here. she sits down! alright... keep talking and massaging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get her to lie on her belly .... do her back, ass, legs... i go to take her shoes off. I think, If i can get her shoes off...that gets the lay % up to like 65%... the come off! sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissiner her back, neck... all good. she's getting horny. go for the bra - rejected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;massage more... try for the trousers - no go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried for the kiss! - no go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy fuck! we're in there like... an hour and I realize. Nah. It's not happening right now. Fine, let's go for a drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE go outside... walk around a bit. hit one bar... we stare at the menu and she says she doesn't really want anything. i don't really want anything either. i say, let's walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk... she starts going towards her bus stop. i'm like "what, you're going to go home?" ... i basically and just groping her and chatting and groping and chatting.... i'm tellin her she's crazy. just being honest, i'm saying "wow, do you have any idea how much fun we could be having right now? honestly. what's wrong wth you?" ... but not really forcing it. just making fun of her for being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no anger. no reactiveness. just... playfullness. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a plan as such... i'm just taking it easy and going with the flow.  I consider saying "if we don't do something tonight, i'm not going to see you again!" but... that's just out of frustration. i realize i just need to keep my shit together .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walk some more.  eventually she just says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you have condoms?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, let's go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I say "Just like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says "yea, come on. let's just have sex and that's it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kinda started saying crazy ass shit walking to my house. like "i'm not going to see you again after this!" ... i'm like "what, we fuck and that's it?" and she's like "yea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some rules she sets down on the night, as we're in the bed, before we get down to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not going to make out with me. Cuz she only does that with guys she knows well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't take her bra off. That stays on. She only feels comfortable with guys she knows well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to go down on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she's not going to give me a blowjob. (she's only ever given one, and it may her have an orgasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, she wants me to fuck her like she was a prostitute... as far as I can tell. oh wait, but not fast. That's ok, I like to fuck all slow and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another rule she' kept saying was "you can never come over to my house.. it's sacred!" tho earlier on our date she said "ok you can come over, but no sex there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I didn't try make out with her as I didn't give a fuck.  I kissed her all over.... her body is smoking hot. She works out a lot. Actually, this if the first girl to whom I would say "stop working out" ... if she flexes at all it's like a 4 back... the muscles are like trying to get away from her. RIPPPED! but a great little ass and sides and all that ..... fake boobies :( .... but not the good kind. the plastiky kind. ugh.  but other than that, amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... i'm kissing her everywhere and she's covers up her love pumpkinn as I get down there ... so, I simulate sucking clit on her hands a bit.... then as she moves them i move in and give her head.  She loves it.  She orgams relatively fast... (over 5 mins but less than 10) ... she says "you make me orgasm!" ... in a kind of surprised "you're an asshole" tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kinda goes for the handjob, with her hand cupping my balls and her middle finger going pretty much right into my bum. now, my legions and legions of blog readers will know i love a bit of bum bum action. But, not straight away! If you're not hot: it's just a finger up your bum. What the fuck!  Anyways.... i get the ol' rubber on and we're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination of the rubber smell, while grabbing her rubber feelin titties was ... noteworthy.  I had 2 internal orgams, but managed not to ejaculate. for this, i am proud because a) I hadn't gotten any in a while and b)it's hard to enjoy sex with a condom and ejaculation is the only pleasure involved in condom sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sex wasn't great. With the russian/asian girl in malta, it felt great. Not this time. But, she had an ok time i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept saying she wants me to come properly, and i kept saying i want her to blow me, and we don't always get what we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, i started goin down on her again... just as she was getting hot, i put my cock in her face and she shakes her head "no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say "ok" and roll over. She calls me an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mucked around more, but I couldn't be arsed using what seems to be my last Kama sutra brand extra large condom on this woman. Fuck that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to fuck her. It was the principle of the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was, officially, the first girl I tried Johnny Soporno mantra with full frame, on a date. I just knew we were gonna fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say full frame, I'd introduced the polyamorous reality as just that - my reality.  She dug it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew after our first 7hr date she was going to sleep with me - that's how well it went. I just didn't think it would take 3 weeks! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was interesting - she was able to talk to me about all her shit. her ex, the guy she's fucking...all that stuff... and then still sleep with me.  It really does make them feel comfortable, knowing you don't judge them, don't want to be their BF.... it just makes everything O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God this girl was a pain in the ass. I mean - honestly. WTF!  Part of me wants to completely ignore her now so she feels like shit - just because she didn't reply to my texts for 2 weeks. But, that would be immature. We can be friends... i'll even invite her to the party this weekend along with all the other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I sleep with her again? Fuck no.  She wasn't good, and she didn't go out of her way to please me... why the fuck would I sleep with her again? But... I made her come. She'll know what she's missing, that's for sure.  It's going to be fun... she's going to hit on me and I'm going to say "Nah, you weren't very good.  i don't think so honey... let's just be friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's right. Maybe I an an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the game ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. forgot to put this in: this is the text game i used to reverse the flake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned: u never know what's going on in her life, just keep trying once per week till u get a reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the initial date, I send her a quick text, 2 days after the date - no reply. (it just said "hey, do you miss me yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sent her a fun text a week later. it said "hey, are you still alive? did your ex call you back? You want me to talk to him for you? Let me know how you are doing.....U are my favorite language gato!" (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A week later, I write a brand spanking new anti flake text. (actually I wrote it a couple days earlier for GAbriel, and it worked a treat!) ... here it is verbatum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'm assuming you've been kidnapped by a paramilitary group.  Let me know how much $ they asking for. I will pay..but only up to 10 pesos cuz you're mean to me ;) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She replies "jajaja"  (that's instead of hahaha... it's what they do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; me "eheh. So you ARE alive! What have you been up to?? and why have you been maintaining radio silence?!?!??!  :o "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anywho.... that's had i got it out of the gutter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7566724840642966155?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7566724840642966155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7566724840642966155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7566724840642966155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7566724840642966155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-in-buenos-aires-and-i-just-had.html' title='I&apos;m still IN Buenos Aires! (And I just had my first Argentian girl!)'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3105209619942435857</id><published>2009-09-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:48:04.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARghghhgghhh ... Sept 10th - no sex in Buenos Aires!</title><content type='html'>waaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 48 hrs was crazy. Basically, I tried to lay every girl I could before leaving BA.  I managed to get the 32 year old hottie from the mall to reply to my texts, finally. Remember the first girl I went out with? Awesome 7 hour date? That one! I sent my new kidnapping anti flake text which worked a treat.  So, we meet up and have a catch up.  She tells me she's started sleeping with he rpersonal trainer who's married. He's been after her for years, and finally she just said to him "Ok, you can fuck me. But you can't kiss me on the mouth!" and he was like "oh yes, ok, I'll never bother you again, I promise" .... and so they went to a "love hotel" and did the business.  She said it wasn't great... but she kept seeing him and that the sex was getting better. I could tell by the way she was talking about him she wasn't really into the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she explained to me the reason she never saw me again was that she didn't want to get emotionally attached to someone who was leaving the country.  We had a good chat and I was escalating where possible. Really I had nothing to loose, I was fairly shameless. I would have done Yad proud, hehe.  We even got yelled at by some security guard outside of a building. Still, I didn't kiss her but was groping her and such.  She had a little pimple on her lip (but, i was paranoid it was a "cold sore" (see: herpes) and i wasn't interested in finding out if I was right.  –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said stuff like "if you come back to ARgentina, i'll be your lover" etc etc...  and the next day sent a text that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my stand up show was coming up which i thought she'd attend... i texted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"listen, I will cook some pasta. why don't you come over and I will feed you. You gotta eat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she replies "yes i needed i'm getting too skinny, but my son is staying at home he feel sick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 5 mins later she texts "hey if you wanna come home mas tarde (much later) because i'm not going to be able to go tonight (to the show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't know if she means that afternoon, to come to her house... or after the show? either way i was busy in the day ... i texted asking what she meant but she didn't reply. i think she meant to go to her house (booty call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured i'd see if it was on with the singer and decide... and at least hookup with one of them before i fly out. right on my last night... will make for a funny blog entry i thought. from the vagina, right to the plane! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho:  the show was a success, but highly stressfull. Hbsinger turned out to be a real diva and there was a bit of yelling involved. Not sexy. 4am by the time it's over. I'm not getting any. fuck!! a month in BA and no hankey pankey! this is going to look bad! (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I coulda gotten some. Cockblocked by a baby once (nice) ... a bunch of flakes... and I didn't really try with 32year old mama. It felt so solid, I didn't think I had to! And, a couple of other girls I just didn't bother meeting up with! (gay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... well I just wasn't that horny, to be honest. I was getting some sweet luvin in toronto... and I was much more interested in learning spanish and just pissing about than actually fucking girls. How gay is that? gay.  but... just the same... yea i didn't really give a 2 poops till this last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3105209619942435857?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3105209619942435857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3105209619942435857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3105209619942435857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3105209619942435857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/09/arghghhgghhh-sept-10th-no-sex-in-buenos.html' title='ARghghhgghhh ... Sept 10th - no sex in Buenos Aires!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7911607748350975692</id><published>2009-08-30T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:28:59.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uruguay Bootcamp complete</title><content type='html'>Just finished a bootcamp in.... Uruguway, if you can believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can´t get over it. I mean, just listen to the sound of it. Uruguway. it´s silly.  It doesn´t even SOUND like a real country. URUGUWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went good. Yesterday was great weather and there were enough girls about. Today, sunday... there were hardly any girls around So I did more theory that sets.... fortunately we´d done enough sets yesterday and the students weren´t having any trouble approaching so it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some ice cream with them to celebrate the end of the bootcamp.  I was told the ice cream would be amazing. It was ok, but nothing special. i´ve had ice cream in Rome, so ... nothing will top that. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I am off back to BA.  It´s cheaper there and there are way more cute girls so... I kind of miss BA.  However, Montevideo just looks nicer. And the people are friendlier.  And the weather was amazing (tho i´m told i just got really lucky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few hotties tho, to be honest. I think I saw 5 girls I was interested in over 4 days, which isn´t a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy tho... I taught the bootcamp in a way i´d never done it before. It was by far the most effective I´ve used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that me and sexy (crazy) tony hit the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went out and saw Johnny Depp´s latest movie Desparato. I give it a 6 at best. Not even good acting from Johnny. If you compare it to say... Donnie Brasco... it was a joke. What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went into town and swung by some strip joints. Last night here... I figure what the hell... lets try some stripper gamE! I was smart enough to request checking out the joint before we agreed to pay 200 pesos (ten bucks) to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW WOW WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't touch any of these girls if you paid me. PAID ME!!!  BRUUUUUUUTAAAAAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the stripper´s in Montevideo SUCK.  Some of them looked like they were homeless, AND on crack. Not just homeless. Not just on crack. Homeless, AND on crack. That´s actually pretty tuoch to do. Not as tough as getting someone to pay you for a lapdance when you look homeless and on crack. But tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well... nothing to do now but to update my blog and make plans for my return to BA ... and toronto in 10 days... and then.. Back to London!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom shakalaka!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7911607748350975692?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7911607748350975692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7911607748350975692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7911607748350975692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7911607748350975692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/uruguay-bootcamp-complete.html' title='Uruguay Bootcamp complete'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-6128688878251939806</id><published>2009-08-28T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:27:37.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South America Update</title><content type='html'>What´s up bitches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there hasn´t been THAT much to write, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago I hung out with HBsinger.  She´s a bit older (mid to late 30´s) but looks good still... even tho she had a baby recently!! That´s right.  This gets a bit wrong.... buckle up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... now... I wasn´t TRYING to like... sleep with this girl or anything. Honest.   But... well... it seems like it´s going to go down.  I went round to her place as we had plans to eat. I made us some food and we talked shit, etc.  It was all very slow motion.... just talking, playing with the baby. I made a funny video of me making fun of the baby. "Who´s the fattest baby!! you´re a big fat baby, aren´t you! you´re like a little sumo wrestler... " ... it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we end up on the bed chatting... eventually one thing leads to the next, we are cuddling and it kind of kicks off.  I end up going down on her, and she has a screaming orgasm in under 5 minutes.  Now, the baby is... this entiretime... inthe crip RIGHT next to the bed. So she was covering her mouth with with a pillow. She was loud too... really loud. I´m surprised the baby slept thru it! She told me "I like that you told me you don´t want a relationship... that´s why you are here... I don´t want anything right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that´s a slight eggsaderation. I was there cuz she wanted me there... but i´m sure the JS stuff helped.  I only told her about it in around maybe 7 or 8 minutes. hardy at all.  The entire time with her I was completely and utterly just myself.  I can´t describe it it any better than that. I was myself, but again I incorparated the acceptance philosofy Johnny taught me. I was just, listening and accepting. I didn´t get sexual with her at all .... we just hung out... Even when I was at her house we just chilled. Then when we were on the bed we got it on. We both knew it was on .. it wasn´t necessary to escalate in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.... just when we were getting round to it.. the baby started a fussing and... we never got round to it. we were exhaused as it was like 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got cocked blocked by a BABY!! Top that, you bitches!! A BABY in DIAPERS!! This motherfucker can´t even crawl yet and he´s cock blocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh so.... Then I went to Uruguay on thursday early morning.  I was planning on going over with Ginger on friday, but he calls me at like 5pm on thursday saying "there is a last minute deal, lets go right now to buy tickets!!" so i grab a taxi and we make it 5 mins after the office closed. but they sold us the tickets. later it turns out they printer entirely the wrong date on the ticket and ginger didn't notice... so me and tony had to go and change it for Ginger in a last minute panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went into town with the ging... he met up with a girl and was like "just give me ten mins to makeout then i will come sarge with you!" ... ya right.  45 mins later he text me"her friend came into the set, can u come and wing?" ... but i was already on a bus going back to meet sexy tony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him later if the "friend" was cute. he says "no, not at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a douche!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a little demo bootcamp ... but he spoke to the dudes in spanish so i just kind of nodded my head. at some points i got my 2c in... and got the guys into set but mainly they were too shy to open. Even after watching us do it... and being offered the chance to come into a warm set we were already in ... they wouldn´t do it.  I´d say that was a new level of shy.  I opened a couple of big sets and just told Ginger to send them in to try and wing me... the ones that came in crashed and burned almost immediately... but most never came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find nightgame approaches for newbies are harder than daygame. or maybe just in this case... or maybe i just think that. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some daygame on friday in the day. Sexy tony will now be re named "crazy tony" .... He has actually out done the teacher. It´s never happened before.  Tony too my bootcamp in Buenos Airies on the 15th of Aug.  On that bootcamp, he approached a couple of boy-girl sets effectively. This is as tricky as it gets, but he pulled it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yesterday was really amazing. Tony, Ginger and myself are doing a few sets by the beach in Montevideo.  There is what seens to be (70% chance) a couple. I know they have been watching us do sets, as we have done a few right in front of them. Even knowing that to be the case, tony strolled up to the guy and ran the opener "hey, your girlriend is so beautiful.... congradulations.  Can you tell me your secret?" ... and apparently the guy got angry and was yelling at him"what are you looking at... what the fuck are you lookint at"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. That´s balls.  Nice work tony. I think tony is going to be my official lead trainer for uruguway. haha..... good stuff.  So far, the only guy other than myself that would go and do that kind of crazy shit is yad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yad, he recently captured on film him getting a kiss close in the day. Nice work buddy! Here´s the video if anyone wants to see it.   ah shit. it´s been removed. I´ll put the link up if he puts in on again. anyways he talked forever and ever with this girl ... then said "wouldn´t it be crazy if we kissed?" and then they kissed.  Ugh. It´s kinda gross actually. I mean I know yad goes around banging chicks... but I don´t wanna see him tongin´on video!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one or two numbers but nothing solid enough to write about. ONe girl was very sexy and seemed pretty chill...... so we´ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. There is lots I am forgetting but that is the gist of it.  I miss my (ex) in Toronto... and i´m not that horny so... I don´t really give a fuck right now.  I´m actually more interested in learning spanish and just hanging out than trying to lay girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-6128688878251939806?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/6128688878251939806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=6128688878251939806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6128688878251939806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6128688878251939806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/south-america-update.html' title='South America Update'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4876671089332426712</id><published>2009-08-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:36:37.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad a mime, apparently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt; I like it here. people are more friendly than in europe I think... i like the kissing on the cheeck! (except when the guy grabs my ass!! what the hell is that?) (ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "&gt; i am learning spanish fast! the other day i said to the bus driver "puede decy, quando es ola varia..." and he said "si" and then told me where to get off. i felt like such a big boy!! oh yea!!  yesterday i tried to buy eggs but i didn't know the word in spanish. I tried explaining it but nobody in the store spoke a word of english. I tried english, french, russian, and my idea of what "eggs" would be in spanish. "oueves?" .... i looked everwhere in the store and didn't see them.  Then finally i decided to just use my mime skills. so i made an impression of a chicken. I put me hands into my armits and i started going "puck, puck, PUCKAAA" and moving my neck in and out of my body. then, i made a face like something was coming out of my ass. then i bend over, picked it up and ate it. obviously, i was a chicken, right? so then, one of my audience members says "aaaah!" ... and then points to toilet paper. TOILET PAPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;what the fuck?? what kind of chicken wipes it's ass after making an egg?? .... or, what kind of a weirdo does a chicken impression before taking a shit? WTF?? either i'm bad at mime or this guy was a retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;yes, or both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;I'm supposed to meet hbsinger tonight at hers. i'm actually gonna try avoiding any shit going down. i don't know if i'll succeed. but i'll try. kind of.  i'm meeting the girl of the subway in the day also.... in theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;oh  i heard back from the columbian girl. she just texted saying she was super busy with school but didn't try and arrange anything. dunno if i will answer...  probably i will tell her she is rude and demand she buy me dinner to apologize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;I am gonna go visit my student from the Buenos Aires bootcamp this weekend in Urugway. I'll do a free talk, and there is some interest in maybe doing a bootcamp out there. Should be fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4876671089332426712?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4876671089332426712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4876671089332426712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4876671089332426712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4876671089332426712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-bad-mime-apparently.html' title='I&apos;m bad a mime, apparently'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-1458572470431319069</id><published>2009-08-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:35:06.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Soporno's European Invasion!!</title><content type='html'>That's right. Johnny Soporno is in Europe.. and he's coming to London!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to tell you, my legions and legions of blog readers how wicked he is. He'll be in London at the end of this month!! He's doing a seminar at 6pm on the 27th of august... and then a workshop on the 28-30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny made me an affiliate, so I can whore myself and big $$ getting people to attend his workshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this round, however.. I'm offering that money to you, my legions and legions of fans. That's right.  I don't get a cent. THAT's how much I think everyone should see this man speak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna go see him and save a bundle of money click here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.worthyplayboys.com/SashaDiscount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It thought it would be 20 percent from the GBH 150 price (which one be 120, for you doorknobs) but it's selling them for 69!! I don't know if johnny sux at math or he's being nice to all the vip's in the pua world (that's right. If you read my blog, you're a vip!) but either way. it's cheap. go to the fucking seminar if you're in London. GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps - if you go, watch the free vids on seductivereasoning.com first, otherwise you might get a nosebleed at the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fack!! Me missing this is gay. Ah well... I will catch this seminar eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires daygame, here I come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-1458572470431319069?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/1458572470431319069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=1458572470431319069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1458572470431319069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1458572470431319069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/johnny-sopornos-european-invasion.html' title='Johnny Soporno&apos;s European Invasion!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3642522492512041954</id><published>2009-08-22T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:41:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubs suck, arnie falls in loooove</title><content type='html'>Aug 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday We hit up the fashion week again. I had stuff to do so I didn't get there till like 9pm. I had some ok sets but nothing remarkable.  Got a couple of numbers, but not that solid.  One of them was a model... nice face but a bit chubby. Yes, i don't get it either.  AFter watching one of the shows, the girls were disgustingly thin.  I'm talking, like, it was gross. Honestly.  one had these really long, dangly, skinny arms. they hardly moved. it was like ET with titties.   They all had the same boring hairstyle, shitty makeup... and they weren't even all the good looking. i was describe their look at "Zombies" ... i thought they were likely to jump out at us yelling "BLOOD!!" at any moment. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. THAT would have made for a REALLY cool blong entry. The hottest girl I opened was 16. 16. she looked 19. She was amazing. She loved it too... but i had to let it go. Because she was 16. ARRGHHHHH (technically legal here. Someone told me the legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ate, went to fusion which sucked... Then we got in a cab to this "Party" (i assumed was a house party) but was just playing weird music and had (from the outside) no cute girls. and it was 20 pesos to get in. so the guys were like "FUCK THIS!" ... and we split to sugar. that was ok, but didn't really have many girls either ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to notice a patter. not very many hot girls in the clubs. Maybe i haven't been to the right clubs but... so far i'd say daygame is muuuuuuch better here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good, because after yesterday i'd decided that i hate clubs, and i don't wanna bother with them any more. i'm sitting her and i stink of smoke... it's disgusting. the girls are harder to talk to.... its' loud. Clubs SUCK! i only really wanna go if there will be music that i will like, or ,a stupid stupid amount of hot girls.  that's it.  other than that i'm not interested in them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. i'm done. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a few street sets... one went well ,right at the end of the night. she didn't speak much english but we chatted. she wasn't too fun... hot though and 20. pretty sure that will flake too but i will call her later on today and see about meeting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems i will never meet this girl, (i'll call her black girl) as I have been trying for 2 days but it never seems to work out. ) .. maybe i will try get her out today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, On new friend of mine here (let's call him Arnie) was obsessing over this one girl that flaked on him. he liked her a bit too much and he had to tell her this. but, she was working the door at this one club so he couldn't get her alone. he just wanted to get it off his chest. i said "don't ask, grab her ,tell her you need to chat with her 2 minutes and pick her up and carry her outside!" ... which he eventually did (Without the carrying) ..  an alternate strategy would have been to explain the situation to the manager... who (presuming he was a descent human being) would have said "take her, i will cover the door!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem was, she was likely sleeping with him, so that wasn't a good plan. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... making fun of him for being in luuurrrve was the best part of the night. made the whole thing worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3642522492512041954?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3642522492512041954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3642522492512041954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3642522492512041954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3642522492512041954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/clubs-suck-arnie-falls-in-loooove.html' title='Clubs suck, arnie falls in loooove'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-6603619878429746278</id><published>2009-08-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:11:48.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Singing Explosive Cocaine ridden Diahrea</title><content type='html'>Aug 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had the craaaayziest fucking night.  I go to meet Gabe .... we swing by his friend's house (I'll call her HbSinger) ... grab her and go the the BA Fashion week. We do some sets as HbSinger is entertained.  Things are pretty much winding up, and gabe has to run off to meet a friend. I am supposed to meet up with this one girl, and hbSinger is on her way to say her to her friend who is a chef at a restaurant.  I text my potential date to come along and go with hbsinger to her friend's restaurant.  For the next few hours I was stuffed with pizza. STUFFED!!  I got to know Hbsinger really well. She is going thru some major shit right now. I really listened to her... I appreciated her strenghts and balked at her apalling luck with men. Holy shit. What a story!!  We bonded over our broken holmes ... a couple of times she said "I don't tell this to ANYBODY but... i feel I can tell you because.... you had a tough upbringing too....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had eaten too much pizza... then, the gay restaurant owner is like "Anybody want coke?" ... At first I said "no!" ... then I thought "hang on a minute, i'm on vacation! plus, what if the shit here is good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did a line and then my stomach hurt and i just kept shitting myself for the next 2 hours. I would empty the contents of my stomach out... .... then run back and empty my stomach again. After the second time, I was absolutly 100% certain that I had absolutely no food left in my stomach. But Guess what!! That's right. More explosive diahrrea. Nice.  Very nice.  How could I even get that amount of shit into myself? How is that possible? It's like UNLIMITED SHIT! If I could find a way to sell it... profit off it somehow. I would be RICH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a british guy present during the evening that did a line too. Niether of us got high, so I can only conclude that Argentinian coke is shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways... later in the night Hbsinger is hitting on me saying all sorts of shit.... she's lovely too. Bit older (mid to late thirties) and looks good. She's gabe's friend ... for various reasons it's better nothing happen between us. But... she once again loved "The philosofy" ... at one point i told her "I'm not so good at long term relationships" and she's like "yea, i got that" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had the same complaints about men. She haaates Argentinians guys.  Plus she's really shy... so she can never meet the guys she likes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho - she splits - and the Hotel owner, chef, and english guy hit club 69. we get there at like 5.15 am and it's going pretty strong. I had 3 girls hit on me. One short chubby australian, who at one point yelled at me and the Brit saying "the non super hot girls have something to offer too" or some shit. hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slighlty cracked out crackhead girl (that wasn't good) .. and this one girl who was giving me super obvious proximity. Standing RIGHT in front of me and the brit, but not looking at us, even when we looked at her. i wasnt sure which one of us she was after but she made it clear later as she got her hands on me as she "tried to get by" and then gave me the staredown.  THE STAREDOWN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened one or two girls, but nothing came of it. One started at me and just shook her head "no" ... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared some tips with the brit (let's call him "Will") ... Will was telling me he sucks with girls. I shared with him briefly some tips to keep in mind... shit about not being needy, shit tests and the like. HE stuck to me like glue and kept trying to buy me orange juice though i was insistant i wasn't thirsty. IT was a bit weird - he gave me two good bye kisses when I left. ONe is normal, but not one then another. And he kept staring at me. I really wasn't sure if he loved me because he thought i could get him laid, or because he was bi, and he really loved me. ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my fluffy new sweater upstairs for a few minutes unattended. It got stolen. Shit. that's 150 pesos down the drain (only 40 dollars...but it was a nice sweater and now i am gonna be cold on the way home. boo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I called Hbsinger to make sure she got home ok and she was very happy to hear from me. I kept it short and said "see you soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a crazzzzyyyyeeeee night.  My ass may never recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-6603619878429746278?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/6603619878429746278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=6603619878429746278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6603619878429746278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6603619878429746278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/gay-singing-explosive-cocaine-ridden.html' title='Gay Singing Explosive Cocaine ridden Diahrea'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-5090711718074592290</id><published>2009-08-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:35:16.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Johhny Soporno Philosophy. Attempt #1</title><content type='html'>Note.... when I format something in word, then paste into here it puts it as one big fucking entry. i don't have the time or patience to re format it properly. If anyone knows how to get around this, let me know. Soon I will move this blog somewhere where I am able to have better control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met this girl, I believe, on friday (might have been sat.) I texted her on sunday, direct. just saying its me, would she like to meet up. she says, yes, i am not so good in texting in english, call me. so, the next day i call her and she seems keen. we agree to meet up at 10pm a starbucks in one of the big malls.   I am with Gabe and another guy.  She comes in looking gooooood !!!  Right away she says "listen, i have to tell you. if you are planning on having me as your sugar mama, you can forget it!!" ... I laugh, and then i tell her "well if you are hoping to have me as your sugar daddy, you can forget that too!!" (she dresses nice, and has a son, so i had joked around about her being MY sugar mommy. heh.) .... We go to buy a coffee.  I do my routine to split the cost, she loves it. it sets the frame to split the cost of everything for our date.   We talk a good 90 mins to 2 hours. WE cover a wiiiiiiiiide variety of subjects She reveals some interesting stuff about herself.  She said she only spoke to me because I was an english speaker. she said she would have never stopped if I was from South America. She'd lived for years in the states and does not like the guys here She reveals that she is bithchy to guys on purpose. she tells me she likes to see peoples reaction to it. She told me that girls treat her bad because of the way she looks, they assume she’s a gato.   we talked about how she looks like a "gato" ... this is the word for like, gold digger. Well, she does look like one. She is fucking hot and dressed well, But her natural facial expressions is “don’t even talk try and talk to me” …. To be honest i may not have opened her if i had seen the look on her face. I saw her body and just ran after her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was my first real date since my "Johnny time" ... I’d pretty much been spending all my time with HBKarate while home in Toronto and was dying to try this stuff out.  I finally had a chance to put into play lot of the concepts that I’d learned from Johnny in the last few weeks.  I won’t go thru it in detail but will explain overall what I was doing…. I'd already decided that my game plan was to get to know her, build comfort as much as possible while putting across some themes that are central to my open-polygamous belief system. I wanted her to really feel that i accepted her for what she was. Totally, and without judgment.  Whenever she said to me (passionately) "You know, i date guys and then expect to kiss me and stuff just because we have dinner. That really pisses me off.  I do what i want, when I want!" i would completely empathize with her.  "Absolutely. u should only ever do what makes you happy!" ... this came up many times and I’d always have the same type of reaction.   Secondly, I took a real interest in her. I really really got to know her, her values, what made her tick etc.  I was fascinated by her strength and ability to deal with the shit that life has thrown at her.  It wasn't hard because she was an interesting girl and we were having a great conversation.   She’s kind of hard on the outside, soft on the inside.  I knew the standard pua definition of "escalation" would be my enemy as her worst complaint about other men was that they'd always try it on with her if they went with her. This would have been a mistake.  So, i really just bonded with her as much as possible.  IT felt like what I Was doing was emotional escalation. Personal escalation. It felt far deeper and more significant.  I was actually appreciating her for who she was, and vica versa. While at starbucks we talked about spirituality, re-incarnation - all about my adventures.  Eventually she says "I'm hungry, let's go to dinner!" ... we get a cab to belgrano and go into this fancy restaurant (it's actually the area I was in the night before. I’m a bit confused so I’m not sure... but it was) ...... the food was awesome and cheap too!  A couple of things she said early on in dinner that are noteworthy: I don't remember exactly what, but she'd referred to something about us not having sex. also, when I explained the rules of the questions game with her, she seemed keen, but said "ok, but no questions about sex!"   After eating, we start walking and eventually starts saying (again) "so... what do you want from me, i don’t understand. You are just here one month..." She's brought it up before but i just avoided it.  Finally I thought, this was the time explain my new philosophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time i'd actually put it across fully while on a date. I’d brought it up before in conversation, but this is the first time that I have fully accepted that THIS IS MY FRAME and my REALITY.  And I did it with confidence. I wasn't speaking in theory. I explained it like it was my reality in total. I have many girlfriends, they all understand they that i see other women… I treasure them all, and there for them all, and I am happy for them to date other men, etc.  I won’t be anybodys boyfriend.  I explained the uselessness of jealously and how adding “contracts” to relationships are detrimental to the relationships themselves. I tried to fully explain why i have this lifestyle and the benefits of it.  Now, there was a little voice in my head going “you’re full of shit” as this reality I was projecting was, at this point … only a partial truth. Yes, I have several girlfriends. Some of them know I see other women, and some don’t. However … just like when I was starting out in game…. “fake it till you make it” is once again my thoughts on the issue. This isn’t a frame you can half implement. Either you are openly polyandrous or you aren’t.  As of now, I am.  After leaving the restaurant and walking a bit she says "i know a place, u want to go?" ... i say sure and we're off. I assumed we were going to a quiet spot… I was wrong! She takes me to this bar where you have to knock on the door and speak to the bouncer a bit, then you get let in. I don't think i'd have gotten in if i'd been alone! So, we get a drink and talk some more and get back into the question game.  Suddenly, her questions start getting more and more sexual. i wasn't even leading her ... she started it! so i found out how many guys she's been with: 15.  It got super super sexual. Fucking ridiculous. she actually asked me "have you an things made an introduction to your ass" ... hahah…. i fucking pissed myself. She's had sex in loads of crazy places. She'd has sex with 3 different guys in one week (revenge against her boyfriend.)  She hadn't had an orgasm with a man in 2 years. 2 years!!! jesus!!  then she revealed that she had sex with her ex just a few days ago (first time in 2 years) but he came right away and she was disappointed. she'd texted him and not heard back. wow!  she looked a bit guilty telling me this but saw i was totally unfazed by it.  at the end she said "this game will go on forever. You’ll never not answer a question. and i won't either, because you're leaving in a month and i'll never see you again, so it doesn't matter!" I suspect with this comment she was rationalizing why she was telling me all the crazy shit. it's not because i'm leaving in a month. it was because i was actually being disarming. I was really interested in her and enjoying her company without any sexual pressure - she really felt comfortable with me and that's why all this shit was coming out. This was comfort … real comfort! Now, I wouldn't say i did an amazing job putting all this stuff across. It was really my first time trying to implement a whole load of stuff. It’s not just a different type of game, it's a new belief system. But, at the same time it was still very much doing my own form of game. it's hard to explain. it was like a hybrid of my usual cocky/crazy/funny game with Johnny soprano disarming comfort/philosophy. I was teasing a lot and making fun of her, which she LOVED. i mean, my attraction was thru the roof. But.. my comfort was really strong for once. I mean ... it had to have been.she spend 7 hours with me on our first date!! I met her around 10:15 and she got into the cab at 5.23am. We really had a good time!  I was cuddling her in the question game and rubbing her shoulders a bit, but nothing really sexual.  i kind of pinged a couple of times to escalated to a kiss but did not get the go ahead. like i grabbed her and planted one on her lips (but it was a comedy kiss).... then i grabbed her and pulled her close and looked at her - she said "dont'!" so i just pushed her away. I think i played it quite well. i made my intent clear, but i just wasn't pushy at all. i guess that's really what calibration it about. knowing exactly how to go about it in order to get to sex safely and without being blown out.  Someone once told me that on the highest level the player never gets blown out. I kind of see what he meant no. It’s a type of micro calibration. Or like, micro escalation calibration.  You know what I mean? You just know when you can push, and when you shouldn’t. Also, there are ways to push that are right in some spots and wrong in other spots.   I think for my first shot at this I did well.  I really took to heart what Johnny said to me once, which was "You let her know you are there for her, for sex, and as a friend, with no pressure and no strings..... eventually she will take you up on it!"  I treated tonight as an experiment. it will be ongoing with her (and other girls.) I’m never really going to push aggressively for anything to happen. I’m going to hang out and see what happens. I know I’m the funnest-most interesting guy she's been out on a date with in months. That was abundantly clear.  I know she knows i expect nothing from her except a good time. I know she knows i can give her a good time. (I did share with her some of my successes in bed, some things girls have said, etc) …. Probably I will just meet her near my house (well, where I am staying) or offer to make her a fancy dinner at hers and then…. Just see what happens.  I have to tell you guys, it felt really, really fucking good just being honest with this girl and telling her i like girls and have lots of girls from my life etc. it felt GREAT! Just telling her up front the deal.... TBH I don't think i was honest enough in letting her know that i want to fuck her. but, i think that was implied.  Johnny (as well as David X) would have told her how sexy his load would have looked on her face, hehe... something to work on for next time. Or maybe not? I’ll have many more dates in the coming weeks so....i suppose I’ll adjust this new game as things develop.  oh:  even before we got deep into the question game at the bar:  she'd said "you know, i really like this non jealously thing with you" ... i could tell she was coming around at this point. it became clear during out chats that she really was frustrated with the whole dating situation. she told me all these guys that she dates (but doesn't put out with) get jealous if they see her with other guys, etc. it's fucking stupid. like every guy that takes her out owns her.   By being up front with her and offering her a no strings attached, honest good time - I’m setting myself apart from everyone out there. Every guy she’s ever met has done this “interview” for her. Trying to impress her, show her this and that and how great she is. And, she’s ended up disappointed almost every time.   Shit, if the only result of this belief system is me feeling better about myself … if I get laid exactly as much as before … it would have still been worth it because I FEEL BETTER About myself not lying or hiding anything. I feel fucking amazing about myself!!I could see in her reactions to what I was telling her that she really loved this shit. it was like, revolutionary. I think the guys in south America are particularly jealous etc … so this may be even more effective here than back home.  It's fucking cool seeing all this stuff I've learned actually coming into play. I can say right now, even at this early juncture, before getting laid using it that I KNOW it works. This woman's eye's just fucking lit up when I told her this stuff. Once she knew my "deal" she felt totally comfortable sharing everything with me. I was not longer a "threat" or a "predator" ..... This is going to get me so much sex it's un fucking believable.  I am 100% certain of it.More importantly (well, just as importantly) I feel liberated.  I feel free. I feel good. Some magical shit is happening to me, that’s for sure.  My Journey to becoming a worth playboy has begun….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-5090711718074592290?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/5090711718074592290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=5090711718074592290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5090711718074592290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5090711718074592290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/trying-johhny-soporno-philosophy.html' title='Trying Johhny Soporno Philosophy. Attempt #1'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7081683162189629072</id><published>2009-08-16T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:43:26.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming in Spanish! es nessesario para mi, hoi!</title><content type='html'>Warning: I will not be held responsible for any punctuation errors. These keyboard are.. different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first date with a Hot 32 year old single mama yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit, let me just say the women here take CARe of themselves. i Mean, DAMN. I’ve never seen so many sexy cougars.  In every other country in the world, when I approach a mother-daughter set ... I KNOW it`s a mother-daughter set when I go in. Here, you have no idea. I think they are sisters or friends till I get closer or actually meet them. its ridiculous.  The girls are friendly, mainly. More so than Toronto, that’s for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootcamp went well.  A couple of the students seemed like naturals. I was thinking 'wtf are you doing here? The success ratio for stopping sets is actually quite high. Easier than Toronto and Amsterdam, probably the same as Stockholm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen like a huge amount of hotties... same as anywhere else. It seems so far if you open when its darker out on the street, u are a bit more likely to get a bad reaction. i have had 'fear' a couple of times. One girl actually held her purse to her chest, answered 'si' and then significantly increased her pace. On the whole.... friendly girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game seems to works fucking great here. I don’t speak much Spanish... and at this point my whole vocabulary is pickup. I speak a bit of spanish, but the only stuff I’m really working on is the pickup lines. How ridiculous is that? That I’m in a foreign country, speaking a foreign language…. And the only thing I’m working on is how to get into bed with their women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my current formula is  "perdon.... me gusta mucho. quando novios tienes?" ... of course my legions and legions of loyal blog readers know exactly what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... for u lazy fucks... its "excuse me, i like you very much. how many boyfriends do you have?" ..... and amazingly, the vast majority of girls say "nada!' or "i don’t have!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they say “si” i have one (una novio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few have said "mucho" !! hehe .... but FAR more say "i dont have one" than anywhere else i have gamed in the world ... (so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have one, I say "tengo un cortizon partido!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i know "quantos anyos tiennes" ... and no matter what they say, my reply "vieho" (old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other lines too... but this seems to be enough. Then either we speak broken english, or i move on. my spanish isn't good enough to carry a conversation. im debating whether to text this one girl whos number i got that didnt speak a word of english. would be a good challenge i guess. hehe.  i think i heard a story about some guy... an american soldier who met his wife while on duty in some far away land. she didnt speak a word of english, and he didnt spea (korean i think it was) ... but he learned it and they got married etc. so.... if he can hookup with no korean, i can hook up with a bit a spanish. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only done maybe 20 sets, hardly enough to really know WTF is going on.  But so far it seems promising here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont know if they say "nada" because they play around a lot and dont do boyfriends, or if they are flirting or what. But i have gotten the phone number of pretty much most girls that said that. pretty much. i have contaced two, and both replied immediately confirming they want to meet up.   My gut tells me there will be far less flaking in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, one girl, when asked why she was single, said "boyfriends are a pain in the ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, this girl i was with yesterday explained the men here are... fucking idiots. she doesnt even like south american guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANywyas. So far, so good. Sasha esta mui excitado.  Maybe by the end of the trip I’ll attempt to write a blog entry in Spanish? That would be amusing. Todo el monde habla espagnol, si? So it shouldn’t be a problem….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7081683162189629072?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7081683162189629072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7081683162189629072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7081683162189629072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7081683162189629072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaming-in-spanish-es-nessesario-para-mi.html' title='Gaming in Spanish! es nessesario para mi, hoi!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-9088280459668254858</id><published>2009-08-13T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:55:11.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Argentina!</title><content type='html'>Listen:  I just wanted to let you know that I made here fair and square. Even better than that. Being a cheecky git, I sat in business class. Nobody questioned it so I rode to ARgentina in Luxury! haha. I've done it before. You just get on the plane last... then sit in the first luxury seat you find. Nobody checks who's sat in what seat. once i was halfway thru a meal in first class and they were "Excuse me sir, can we see your ticket?" ... so i showed it and they were like "uhh you're back there" and i said "oh i got on last and that was the only seat avail so i thought it was mine!" heheh. one time, some angry semi gay steward was trying to suggest i should be billed for it but obviously, they couldn't do shit and let me go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways: It's a good trick. Just get on last and sit your ass in first class. That's it. It's just socially ackward if you get caught. So what? it's social pressure. it's a great experience if you get caught.  It's good for you.  If a bunch of pua's all start doing this, they'd have to change the policy.  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i had awesome food, great service... and was able to stretch out in these luxury beds. oh yeah.  i hadn't slept much on the plane so i just had a massive nap from 2 to 7. oh yeah. i slept in the bed with my buddy with his ass facing me. many jokes were exchanged. (he's sending me mixed signals etc) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the biggest problem here in Buenos Aires is the lack of small change. it costs 1.10 to get on the bus. but there's no 1 peso and 10 cent coins around.  it's pretty gay. whenever i need stuff, i'll have to buy 1 thing to get the change, then go in again to buy the next thing etc. otherwise u can't take the bus :( .... people are like selling 8 peso's (in coins) for 10 peso's on the street. they are actually selling coins. WTF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food is cheap tho. less than 50% of what it costs in toronto.  and the subway ride is around 33 cents lol. CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright we gotta go. we're hitting some clubs later.  It might even be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightgame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-9088280459668254858?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/9088280459668254858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=9088280459668254858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/9088280459668254858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/9088280459668254858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-argentina.html' title='I&apos;m In Argentina!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3319384631556416688</id><published>2009-08-12T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:51:20.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah shit</title><content type='html'>Broke up with HbKarate today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't exactly break up, I told her I wasn't willing to have a monogamous relationship. The clues were there. I wasn't a complete arsehole.  She knew I was only around for the summer. I'd tried introducing some concepts to her earlier but she just wasn't buying it. Eventually I knew it would come to this, but I just avoided it. What was the point?  I figured enjoy what time we had together and that's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night she really freaked out. NExt day she was a bit more calm. We had a big hug and cry together. I guess I really like her. But what can I do?  I couldn't go to Argentina without making it clear I wasn't going to stay monagamous. that would be shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second she actually said "maybe i'm not open minded enough, i don't know" ... or something like that. for a moment she said something that suggested maybe we could still have something.  tho initially she was like "i'm not the girl for you. i can'd do that" ... "Sex is sacred to me" and all that.  Whenever I used a good argument she said "is that one of johnny's?" .... that's the risk of telling a girl about Johnny Soporno's stuff. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know what will happen. She called me on the way to the airport to let me know, essentially, that she wasn't shunning me. that she'd be there for me. that was good. that was the main point of what i was trying to put across for her - that i'd be there for her no matter what, and that my feelings for her hadn't changed. they haven't. she's great. i just can't make any commitments. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see her when I get back to tell her about all my upcoming crazy adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... maybe lot about all of them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to let a girl think i'd be exclusive with her in any way ever again . i'm always going to set the frame early on that i'm polyamorous and that i don't want to be their boyfriend, ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to break anther heart ever again. Including my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3319384631556416688?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3319384631556416688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3319384631556416688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3319384631556416688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3319384631556416688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah-shit.html' title='Ah shit'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4988229562500366906</id><published>2009-08-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:41:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha speaking at the RMC (Realman Conference) Amsterdam!!</title><content type='html'>That's right.  Last year I was fortunate enough to speak at this event alongside some amaaaaaaaaaaaazing dudes. Johnny Soporno (that's where I met him), Zan, Sebastian Drake and Adam Lyons were all there. It was a great event!  Not just because it has some great speakers.... also because, ZE GERMANS were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZE GERMANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the clip. It has some of my original openers in it, and a bit of my overall philosofy.  I look pretty hot in that clip, if I do say so myself ;) .... maybe I should start showing it to the ladies. hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB12H7BOBt8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB12H7BOBt8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4988229562500366906?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4988229562500366906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4988229562500366906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4988229562500366906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4988229562500366906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/sasha-speaking-at-rmc-realman.html' title='Sasha speaking at the RMC (Realman Conference) Amsterdam!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-6511220906716602852</id><published>2009-08-06T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:42:44.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha's going to South America!</title><content type='html'>That's right. I now like referring to myself in the third person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out this one cat, named Ginger is a fan of my blog. (Yes, this means I'm up to 3 readers!! YESS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, he's part of this pu company in Argentina and he wanted me to come down there and do a bootcamp.  We'd arrange it weeks ago but I didn't wanna post it till I was going for sure. Well, the plane ticket is for next week so... I'm fucking going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on going anyways, as one of my good friends gabe is living down there at the moment. Just to partyyyyy. Every type I talk to him it's "bro, the bitches are so hot here, you're going to DIE!!!"   ..... So now, I get to partyyy and teach some game. SWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparenlty, last I heard there's 1 spot left on the bootcamp.  So, if anyone wants to fly to Buenes Aires for a bootcamp with me and Ginger on Aug 15th .... better get them plane tickets now!! The bootcamp is cheap as everything costs less down there. Only $200 US!! You know you want to ;) ... and the south american girls are hotttt!!! (Well, from the pics and vids I've seen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to ginger's blog: gingerpua.blogspot.com ... you can get all the info there.  Or drop me a line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all in Buenos Aires :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-6511220906716602852?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/6511220906716602852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=6511220906716602852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6511220906716602852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/6511220906716602852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/sashas-going-to-south-america.html' title='Sasha&apos;s going to South America!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3440805773236202705</id><published>2009-08-06T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:23:06.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aug 5th - ketchup!</title><content type='html'>Aug 05th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s up bitches!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I can’t believe some of you actually get antsy when I don’t post. What the fuck is that? One guy was giving me shit for having some of the posts all fucked up. Relax buddy!!  Sometimes I write ‘em on my laptop, but don’t post them. Then I try and fake the “post date” so the shit is in order so ya’ll don’t get confused.  A thousand apologies if this was…. Confusing to you, my legions and legions of loyal fans.  please note: I've just posted a whole fuck load of posts, some of which are good. Esp the one on flakes. So do go and read those. I put 'em there for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, though life continues, I haven’t realy been sarging much. I mean, I don’t really ever “Sarge” anymore. I just kind of live. Sometimes I’m trying to fuck girls, and sometimes I’m not. These last few months, I haven’t. I’ve been having fucking absolutely amazing sex with HB Karate who is, pretty much my GF at this point. I sleep at her place most of the time, or she sleeps at mine.  We even went on a fucking trip to a cottage for a few nights. IT was amazing.  Kayaking, paddle boating, a hike, it was fucking looooooovely.  Ohh you could actually see all the starts at night. And I got fucking eaten alive by mosquitos. ARRRGHH. The bites are huge. What the fuck? In the 80’s they were little ass bites. THE MOSQUITOS ARE ADAPTING!! AAAAH RUN AWAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is this girl really likes me, and I don’t live in this fucking city!  Also, I don’t think she’s up for an open relationship no matter how much I try and convince her.  Either I’m not quite good enough at explaining it – or she’s not one of the types of people who would go for it. Or both.  Either way … it’s going to get messy!  I like her too. A lot. We have a strong connection and get along great but…. What can I do? I can’t change my nature.  I don’t want to hurt her tho, either.  She thinks there’s some kind of chance for us to stay together.  It’s possible, but not in the way she thinks.  Not exclusively. It’s just not going to happen.  I guess I just have to give it to her straight.  (I've been mainly straight anyways - she knows I don't live in Toronto.... doesn't that say what needs to be said?)  The final confrontation/negotiation is coming.  As Johnny says, I’m going to have to give her the choice.  A part of a winner is better than no part. Or wait, was it “A part of a winner is better than all of a looser?” … yea, I think that was it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could just pretend that I’m not seeing other girls. But – I can’t be fucked to lie. It’s not me. It’s not who I am.  I’d feel like shit.  Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m gaming – but just for social networking and packing people into my comedy shows. The last one was completely full. Like, we kept bringing chairs into the room until there was no more space.  Still a few people had to stand at the back. This was without any ads, flyers, or any shit. Just me being social and telling everyone they should come to the show. I didn’t even make flyers, Just facebook and some emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game has so many purposes other than “Getting laid.” …. I hardly even think about getting laid anymore.  Sex is just inevitability.  That’s kind of cool actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diet is going well. Lots of salads, fruits, veg.  Best salad recipe. Are you ready?  Arugala, half a pepper, some carrots chopped up, sprouts. Bit of salt and ground black pepper. Pour on some olive oil, mix. Then some vinegar, mix. Then throw on top some apple slices and some feta cheese. It’s AMAZING!!  I’ve had meat a couple of times, to experiment.  I’m still not craving it.  Sometimes I’ll have ice cream (only cuz she has it, sigh) or cheese…. But no milk. Or pizza, tho I suspect that would be fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, in fact, lactose intolerant.  My shit’s are like tanks now! It used to be diahrea all the time. Now my poop’s regularly break down toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a)     my toilet at home, almost every time I go&lt;br /&gt;b)     my primary’s toilet&lt;br /&gt;c)      the cottage toilet&lt;br /&gt;d)     god knows what other toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all massacred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone jogging a couple of times, done weights a few times. Still swimming, yoga a few times.  Some cycling. Basically a bit of everything. I’m still loosing weight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good! wahooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blap blap!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3440805773236202705?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3440805773236202705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3440805773236202705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3440805773236202705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3440805773236202705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/aug-5th-ketchup.html' title='Aug 5th - ketchup!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-1092489681223408136</id><published>2009-08-06T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:19:36.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low energy vs High Energy</title><content type='html'>July 16th&lt;br /&gt;Did a great low energy set on the bus. Very short, but powerful&lt;br /&gt;At once point, she wasn’t talking after I did the vacuum. So I said “now it’s your turn to talk” and she immediately said “so, what do you do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to ace also who told me about seb’s post about not coming in high energy – cuz then you are qualifying yourself.   This makes sense. I actually spoke to seb about this a year ago. Low energy is powerful as fuck. I think it’s for the more advances player tho – high energy is a great way to hook sets when you're starting out.  And high enery is contagious. Well, more specifically, enthusiasm is contagious. When you’re starting out, I’d say that’s the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting note: You can be lower energy, and still enthusiastic. Lots of people think these two are mutually exclusive, but they're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you get used to coming in high energy you get addicted to it (and ther reactions you get) so it becomes harder to switch to lower energy game later.  So really i'd say, try and be lower energy but enthusiastic.  experiment.  i was super super too high energy for years. only now i'm calming the fuck down.  it helps. far few girls are running away ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-1092489681223408136?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/1092489681223408136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=1092489681223408136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1092489681223408136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/1092489681223408136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/low-energy-vs-high-energy.html' title='Low energy vs High Energy'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-5105771623434615284</id><published>2009-08-06T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:15:13.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatience is bad. Catchup with Cajun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;July 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned a valueble lesson today. i'm on my bike and i hit up chinatown to get some cheap vegetables before heading to my girls' house.  i got the veg, i unlock my bike and i think "wait, i should get a second bad and double bag. what if it tears??" but i don't wanna have to lock up my bike again. i think "it will be fine for a moment, i'll just run in and get a bag" .... i start walking in, but think "what if i get my bike stolen? the bags will probably be fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be henceforth known as mistake number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i cycle over. just as i'm almost to her house (like 4 blocks) something flies out of my bag. it was the kiwi's which were quite small. i notice a big hole in the bag.  the cabbage is got around 40% of it's head sticking out. i consider that i can lock my bike up, go into a little store across the street and just ask for a plastic bag. but i think "bah, i can make it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i cycle down. a block and a half later, sure enough the cabbage flies out of the bag, i hit my brake and almost fly off my bike. another cyclist pulled over and handed me the cabbage. i said to him "fucking chinatown cheap plastic bags!" and he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i manage to make it the remaining way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i already made two mistakes there. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impatience. i was too impatient to re lock my bike and go into the shop in chinatown and get a second plastic bag. it would have taken, maybe 2 minutes at the most. but i was soooo eager to get back and see my girl, i decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i could have gone into the shop AFTER THE BAG ALREADY BROKE! but once again... impatience on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too busy living for the future. "i'm not happy now, i need to get to my girls house, then i will be happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was living in the NOW... just enjoying being alive... i'd have happily locked up my bike, went into that shop and gotten that plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opportunity to make a third mistake presented istself. to be angry and bitchy and blame the world. or the shitty plastic bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inead, i decided to take the lesson that has presented itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take every opportunity to practice being patient"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my girl got in, i said to her "hey babe! i learned a lesson today!" ... then i recounted the days events. (comedically of course) but without any anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh - i met up with cajun today and we had chicken. i felt nausous eating the chicken. i hadn't had meat in 10 days. maybe i just wasn't hungry. but, i ate up all the fries so... i think maybe i just don't like meat. my body is telling me "no, dont' have this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk i had with cajun was insaaaannnneeee. All about… spiritual awakening while taking certain mild altering drugs. What is “reality” really? Strange shit always happens to this guy. Really strange shit. I mean unbelievably strange shit. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; He seems very calm for someone who's always on the brink of death. How does he do that??  Oh, he is also aware that, there is no death. That probably helps. But stil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways we caught up some… but not enough. We hadn’t hung out properly in years!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully We’ll have a proper makeout in sept ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sexy times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;p.s Cajun is a hairy bastard. We looked almost identical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;AND we both like girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;Creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-5105771623434615284?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/5105771623434615284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=5105771623434615284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5105771623434615284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5105771623434615284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/impatience-is-bad-catchup-with-cajun.html' title='Impatience is bad. Catchup with Cajun!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4469505600508152546</id><published>2009-08-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:54:45.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flakes:  From a girls perspective. And more wisdom from Johnny Soporno!</title><content type='html'>July 10th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to read any one of my recent posts, it should be this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned some serious shit last night. I mean, god DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I went and hung out with yoga girl.  This is the awesome girl I’ve become thru facebook because I decided to “game” her in order to sleep with her.  Now I can sleep with her at any point – but it’s not what I want.  I love talking to her and getting in her head. She’s wise – she KNOWS.  Much more than me when it comes to the spiritual stuff. DAMN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly yesterday we spoke about women. How women thing. How they work. I’m going to tell you about our conversation.  So, she went out to karoeky with me, hbkarate, and a couple of other friends last week.  Now, they both know about each other.  Hbkarate doesn’t realize that there’s anything going on with hbyoga, but hbyoga knows I’m seeing hbkarate.  At once point I was sitting there, one arm around each girl thinking “haaaa… if only hbkarate was bisexual!” … hehe. Anyways, while we were at kareokey, yogagirl had run over and started chatting with this guy. Her face was lit up and animated.  At first, I felt a twinge of jealously. “shit!!” my mind screamed. “what If she fucks that guy! Will she want to sleep with me still?” and then I stopped and corrected my thinking. “she should fuck him. She should fuck whoever she wants. I want her to have good cock. What I have with her is deeper than that, and her fucking whoever else will never get between me and her”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct thinking. Onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask her if she hooked up with that guy or what. She says “nah, he called me, but I don’t want to see him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked “but, why not? You liked him. I could tell. You GAVE him your PHONE number!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply&lt;br /&gt;“Yea but, I don’t know him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said “yea but, you liked him, right? You knew him well enough to give him your CELL PHONE number. So….what’s the deal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea he seemed nice… and he was funny! But I don’t know him. I have like tons of guys I could fuck that are after me. Why should I go and see him??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Not that shocking, right? I continued my investigation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently his line was “is it weird that u came over to me and I’m asking for your number?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute. She continues “Sometimes you give your number out because you’re put into an awkward situation”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mainly I got the number for my friend, because she liked him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“girls don’t shrug you off because they’re put into an ackward situations”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked “how long do u have to talk to a guy before you’re comfortable enough to pick up the phone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says “A long time. A few hours of hanging out” … “I don’t talk to guys for 5 minutes and then wanna hang out. I know tons of guys that want me, I don’t need any more!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask “you’ve never had it when you talk to a guy for 10 or 20 minutes and you think u really wanna see a guy again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“mmm not really. Unless a girlfriend likes them or something… the guys I’m attracted to I never end up talking to cuz they either have boyfriends or…. I dunno”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask: “You’ve never been approached by a guy, spoke to him for a little while, been attracted to him, given out your number and then met up with him after? It only happens if you hang out with a guy for hours?? … but when would that ever happen?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well if you’re shopping or something and the guy works somewhere and you see him a few times, that helps a lot. Cuz you actually know the person. … that’s why work relationships happen a lot. Cuz even if you don’t talk you’re around the person so much you get to feel comfortable around them. I’m saying, even if you just go visit a girl at work a bit, she’ll know you’re just there to talk to her. But if you try and be around a bit… say you know she goes to a certain place on the weekend or something … try and make yourself seen…. Then you’ve got a shot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder aloud “Hmmm. I guess that’s what makes cold approach so hard, they don’t really know you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, if you walk out of yoga and I see you… and then the next day I see you again.. I’d feel so much more comfortable talking to you. Then say I see you the next week, totally I’d feel comfortable saying hello.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued “A good idea is for guys to try and meet a girl when she’s with her friends .. she’ll be 75% more comfortable cuz her girls are there. Like when I approached that guy for my friend, it was ok for her to maybe to go and chat with him then cuz I was there. If you’re with your friends, it feels ok.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say “Ok, so a good strategy may be to try and meet up with a girl while she’s out and about with her friends, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“yea totally. Also if you can meet her and make an impression on her friends that makes a big difference. Then you’re in. Instead of “Wwhat? You’re going to meet some guy alone that you only met for 5 minutes?? Are you CRAZY??” which is exactly what her friends would say if they’ve never met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“YEA! That’s what I’d say if one of my friends was meeting some random guy. I’d be like “No don’t meet him. You don’t know this guy at all! He could be a freak!” … girlfriends opinions matter a LOT!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said “Funny cuz guys aren’t like that at all. We’d be like “yea! Go for it buddy! Have fun! But I guess we’re not in a vulnerable situation we do it (unless it’s a really buff chick, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are like “don’t sleep with him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yea guys are like “try and fuck her in the ass! Woo! Get her drunk! Condoms are for fags!!” lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga girl: “Heheh yea. It’s totally different. If you can like just connect with her friends a bit it goes a long way. but if you’re creepy and you walk away, forget it. they’ll tell you never to meet up with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;She also said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“also, if you see two girls and you like one of them, don’t just ignore one girl….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked strategies ….. I said to her maybe the best strategy is to give your number to a girl and say “hey listen, take my number, and next time you and your friends go and do something fun you should invite me along!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said “That’s a million, million times better!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask “But would you actually text that guy to get him to come out?? Cuz I’ve been in that position before… some girls won’t make the first move, even if they like you…u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga girl: “Yea it would be hard for me to text a guy first…then again, you left the ball in her court.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say “Yea, one thing we know is never leave the ball in their court. Haha. It’s just not a good idea.  If you have all these guys after you .. why go out of your way? Maybe the best idea is to call the girl, see if she’s up to anything fun with her friends, and then try and get out with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga girl “Yeh that would probably work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok… so that’s the best way to get thru this barrier. Call the girl… and maybe even try and arrange a group activity where u can bring your friends, and she can bring her friends and it’s awesome!! Sweet!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after talking to this girl about flakes for 30 mins, I really got it.  Awesome!!!  Straight from the horses mouth!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this goes to show just how important comfort is if you want to actually SEE a girl again.  You don’t need to be working on attraction.  Maybe one little thing for that is enough. You need comfort to SEE the girl again. Then you can get her attracted to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you’d think that would be a pretty good day, right? Well… that’s just the start. Then, I ALMOST get on the subway and go home. But, I remember, I’m supposed to give Johnny a ring. I ring him up and he says “come and meet me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my arse over and we spend a whole night yapping away. I learned amazing things. Truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit. i learned even more today than the last time we hung out. jesus!!Ok, so.... The biggest epiphany i had today was this: (if you're reading this on your palm pilot while walking down the street, SIT the fuck down)Ok. So, everyone gets flakes, right? Right.  I can't even begin to guess how many absolutely gorgeous girls have flaked on me.Even further, I can't begin to describe the insane amount of interest many of those girls showed.  You don't have to be a highly advanced PUA to know when a girl wants to sleep with you. I get these signs a LOT! I’ve had so many girls give me these signs…. I  mean, they were really, really into me!  Massive ioi's … Then, I’d get their number or make plans and never ever see them again.I just couldn't get it. Even with all the stuff i understood about game and what women are like, would only cover SOME of the reasons a girl might flake. She's busy, isn't in the same state as when you met her, not enough comfort, blah blah blah.  But there's one BIG reason I hadn't really considered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for it? huh? Are ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You beter sit down for this. &lt;br /&gt;Ok here it is:If you're talking to a girl that's already physiologically, consciously, or even sub consciously (or a combination of the three) has decided she wants to sleep with you, and you walk away from her .... You’ve already rejected her.What?That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've already turned her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey body hormones and synapses are firing. She is ready to PROCREATE baby - you had your chance, and you fucked it.When you're flirting with a sexy lady, and it's ON, right. I mean, it's REALLY ON.... and you don't leave with her - you fucked up.Going for a number when a girl wants SEX is a massive mistake. It's a mistake I’ve been doing consistently. Over and over and over again.  It's pretty shocking, actually. I mean, sometimes I’ll go and sleep with the girl – but mostly I don’t.  I’ve just realized that sometimes the girl will loose interest in the set when she realizes you’re not man enough to actually fuck her right then when you met her. &lt;br /&gt;Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’ve had that. Massive interest… then when I like try and “ask them out” or time bridge or whatever – Sometimes the moment I go for the number they loose interest. It’s because they were thinking “I hope he tries to fuck me right now” – or at least sub consciously that’ what they were craving. So by not doing that, it turns them off. They may not even realize why. &lt;br /&gt;In a club, I’d say this lesson is 90% directly applicable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In daygame, it’s certainly less so – but still relevant.... I've done it a few times but – but not nearly as much as I now know is possible.  At this point, i rarely need sex RIGHT THEN. I have girls around most cities, so.... I just don't need to do this. But, as a skillset, it's an amazing thing to have. I'm really going to try and push sex more and more.  So… to re-interate: If her juices are all flowing and her vagina is READY for your cock and you don't move on it – you’ve fucked it. Even if consciously she's thinking "no way i'm going to sleep with him tonight" ... if her juices are flowing or she's menstruating ... u can do it. Part of her is fighting for YOU. That part of her is always on YOUR side... her hormonos WANT her to get laid.  The NEED it. They’re programmed to need it.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny also shared with me his method to get girls back to his place from clubs, or dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Johnny doesn’t take numbers from girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll put it like this to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me your number i'm commiting to calling you. if i don't call you, you're going to get upset.  If I wait 3 days to call you, then I’m playing games. And women are much better at playing games.  I know myself, I’m very busy and I’ll forget to call and … even worse … your going to decide that i just didn't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you take me number and if you give me a call, we’ll get together.He’ll also throw in "i don't take numbers unless its to schedule a playdate" (that means sex date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, he’ll talk to a girl in a club for 5 minutes and then offer to get the hell out of there.  He’ll say something like “Hey, what are two classy people like us doing in THIS place? Come on, let's get out of here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she says "where are we going" you say "somewhere fun"and if she says "where are you taking me" (implies she's ok with being led) so u can say something even more direct ... like “My place!” if they don't want to come - you leave anyways.  One you make the offer for them to come with you, it’s imperative that you still leave.  You’re LEAVING – it’s just up to them if they want to join you.  If they offer their number, you don't take it.   But, you have to make sure they understand - that it's not because you're a pussy that you're not asking for their number. ...  it's because you're uber busy, and you don't want to imply that you're going to cal them when there is a good chance that you won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say “Listen, if we run into each other again, maybe something will happen then. Obviously, it’s not going to happen tonight. But I really enjoyed our conversation….” And then you go off….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You maintain a super strong frame of total non needyness&lt;br /&gt;You never ever take their number. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Once you make the offer for them to join you, you go. It’s up to them if they want to join, but you go.&lt;br /&gt;You can give them your number – but you make it clear you’re not taking theirs because you’re just too busy and you don’t want to disappoint them by not calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, of course, counter intuitive. All pua’s are trying to get numbers and shit. But, they’re chasing so of course it’s a loose/loose situation.  This is well and truly getting the woman to chase you.  BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I went thru a phase last year where I was giving my number and not taking. A few of the girls called, but most didn’t. But, I wasn’t framing it properly. I just was giving my number out. I can see the success rate doing it this way would be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This calls for more experimentation ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho – I learned a wack load more. I’m so behind on my shit (I’m not gaming you, my legions and legions of fans… I really am busy) :P …… but hopefully when I have more time I’ll post up some more cool ass shit my Mr. Soporno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, if you wanna check out his vids (and I strongly recommend everyone do just that) they are at &lt;a href="http://www.seductivereasoning.com/"&gt;http://www.seductivereasoning.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I watched them ages ago:  It’s truly fucking amazing stuff! I’m gonna go thru them again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I honestly felt Like I was on drugs after chilling with him.  I'd said to him "Dude... I feel high. Colours are brighter. I feel lighter" ... he was like "Yea.... I get that ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4469505600508152546?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4469505600508152546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4469505600508152546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4469505600508152546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4469505600508152546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/flakes-from-girls-perspective-and-more.html' title='Flakes:  From a girls perspective. And more wisdom from Johnny Soporno!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4425956071677655337</id><published>2009-08-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:32:23.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 9th: Value = Enlightenment. I get it!</title><content type='html'>July 09th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the elevator today with a big ass carrot hanging out of my mouth.  Initially I was going down, but I’d forgotten something… so I got on at the 10th floor heading up…. And the floor I was getting off at was before the floor these 2 guys were getting off at.  I could feel a slight something in the air… like, something was there something to be said. So I just let loose and said “extra stop. Sorry fellas!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys says “It’s ok. You get respect of the carrot”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said “Yeh you know, I’m trying to eat healthier.   90% of what people eat is shit, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agree and we all had a moment of oneness. We agreed on this point. They wished me well and I was on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty simple little exchange, right? I thought about it… and even tho it was just an exchange of pleasantries It went to illustrate a simple point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line between having an interaction, and not having one is such a small one. All I had to do was not make the little comment about the floors. He wouldn’t have taken the first step to say “eating carrots eh?” and nothing would have been said.  In this case, probably won’t be much difference to my life, directly. However – it’s this habit I’ve got of just talking to everyone and being friendly that over the long wrong, will make all the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person you meet is a potential friend, ally, lover, soulmate etc. you never know who’s who.  I’m not saying you should talk to everyone because you can get value out of them. Just the opposite… because you should give value, even if it’s as insignificant as a joke, quick chat… whatever.  By having positive interactions you’re actually making people feel better about themselves, changing the course of their day ever so slightly… and therefore making the world a better place.  They’ll pass that along – if not to you, then somebody else. It doesn’t matter because… we’re all really one anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always felt this. Trite example:  say I was in London, and I bought an underground travel pass for 6 pounds for the day… but by 6pm I was done with all my stuff. I’d always try and find someone to give it to. I’d walk up to someone who was about to buy a ticket and say “here, take this – I’m done with it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some people would take it ready, thank me and be on my way. some would offer me money. Some would refuse, thinking it was some kind of trick and go ahead and but their ticket. That’s not the point – the point is, I felt like it was a waste to just throw the ticket out. If I didn’t need it anymore, it made sense someone else use it…  plus, it’s happened to me a few times someone would just give me THEIR pass when I was about to spend 6 pounds to buy one. You can imagine I felt absolutely wonderful. Back in the day when I was broke, saving 6 pounds was a shit load! I’d be happy all day cuz I’d saved that money. So naturally, I felt great, and just passing that along to others given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the community the term “Value” is thrown around a lot.  Give girls value. Value exchange.  “leave them better than you found them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to really understand this concept now.  Again it’s one of those things that is just coming to me, seeping in slowly thru thought and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value is, making people feel fucking good about themselves, even if just for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value is, seeing the value in people – even if they are on the lowest rung of the social ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value is seeing everyone the same, because we are all the same. This goes right in with the spiritual stuff I’ve gotten into.  I know that we, all of us – are eternal. There is no such thing as death, and we’re all exactly the same – souls, here on earth to gain enlightenment.  The only difference between us is the various degrees we’re all developed. In the real world (i.e the “afterlife”) and in this life, that we’re living now. Most people reading this right now are not awakened and will easily dismiss this truth as they are simply not ready to hear it. some people will never be ready.  However, this truth goes hand in hand with why I’m starting to talk to everyone including fucking homeless people and old ladies.  They have just as much value as a smoking hot girl… maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why jesus hung out with prostitutes and restitutes and bums.  He saw their eternal light. He knew they were just lost souls, and he wanted to help them.  In fact, I’m guessing these people had a lot more to offer him than the “normal” people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - being in that talkativel, warm, friendly state where you you embrace the opportunity to meet people – where you embrace the opportunity to give value and learn and grow…  this goes hand in hand with everything I’ve been saying all along. But before it was about trying to get laid. Not it’s more about…. Just being.    Being that friendly guy that makes everyone feel good. THAT guy!  How could that guy ever not be getting laid? Does that guy even THINK about “Sets?” or “value” or “getting girls??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! No. he doesn’t have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways what the fuck am I rambling on about. We should treat all people well because it’s the right thing to do. Treat everyone well. How would the world be? I realize it’s a pickup blog. But guess what: that’s going to get you laid pretty quick. If you actually lived that like, if anyone did – girls would literally throw themselves at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit – if I think about the couple of guys that I’ve met that are true value givers. I mean, they’re just full of love. They love everyone around them. They have nothing negative to say about anybody. They are loved by all. They can have any women they want. I mean, literally. Any girl that they know would be happy to go to bed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It transcends game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game actually becomes irrelevant on that level of enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I truly hope I can get to that level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4425956071677655337?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4425956071677655337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4425956071677655337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4425956071677655337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4425956071677655337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-9th-value-enlightenment-i-get-it.html' title='July 9th: Value = Enlightenment. I get it!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4990025014336884687</id><published>2009-08-06T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:31:34.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 8th: Gaming for sausage... +Eckart Tolle is the shit!</title><content type='html'>July 8th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been spending more and more time with HbKarate. We have fun… It’s cool doing new things with someone, sharing experiences. Jesus, I haven’t had like a significant relationship in what seems like years.  I’ve just had fuck buddies pretty much.  This is like a relationship.  IT’s probably not going to last very long as I’m leaving North America quite soon…. But… well I won’t worry about that now.  The now is all that matters, and now I’m enjoying spending my time with this girl.  I taught her how to salsa dance the other night.  I got her started on my Spanish course so we can do it together. I cook us dinner, she cooks us dinner. We massage each other, we make each other cum.  One thing that I’m really enjoying is actually getting to know her – her life, her issues etc.  Who she is. I’m really enjoying helping her out with her life… adding “value” as gay as that sounds.  Like, just getting her organized and having her to what she needs to do to better her life.  It’s almost always easier to help someone else organize their shit than it is for someone to organize yours, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and business manager (I’ll call him, Mr Wing Chun) said that same thing to me…. It’s easier to look at someone’s life from the outside and go “all you need to do is this, this, and then this, and you’re good!” …. Fucking easy! But when it comes to your own shit…. never so easy. It’s cuz we’re all wrapped up in it. we can’t see past our own shit, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been reading “A new Earth” by Eckhart tolle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That’s all I can say. Wow? Holy shit is more appropriate.  It’s all about how our fucking ego’s control everything. How we identify with form “things, people, etc” … how our minds actually run “us.” But, we are not our minds. We are a being entirely separate from our minds. We are the “I am” …. I can’t even go into this right now. I could write about it forever. EVerone just go and read this fucking book. Trust me. Best thing for your game you could do….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else…. Err… I’ve been working out still. Either swimming, doing yoga, and now I’ve started jogging with my new friend in my building and doing these intense work outs in the park. Around 5 days ago we ran about 1km. Today, we ran 1.5K approx, then did pushups, situps, pull ups and some other all round exercises.   Some back stuff too.  IT’s a great workout, works the whole body!  Last week I was pretty sore the next day. The kid was surprised I got most of the workout done … as he said “you’re in pretty good shape for an old man!” … he’s 19 and does kung fu 3 times a week. And the works out on his off days too so… he’s pretty fucking buff.  HbKarate runs too… so when I tell her I’ve run 1.5K she’s all smiles!! She does like 5k, 3 times a week.  I guess I could even go on a little run with her? Awww …. Dunno how long it will take before I can run 5k. Probably a while….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we went to the beach the other day.  We’re there, and we didn’t have shit for food. We brought books and a blanket.  There’s this couple near us who are doing up this barbeque … they have this grill and tons of hot dogs. I wanna get some of those. So I formulate the plan. I get up, walk over to them, smile and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! I run a sausage disposal business. Normally there’s a cost… but you guys seem cool so… if you have any leftovers just let me know – and I’ll remove them, free of charge!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl laughs, and the guys says “nice….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the vibe he really wasn’t impressed. I think it’s the fact that he knows he could never 1) come up with something that funny or 2)deliver it well (or even have the balls to come over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I sit back down, knowing my work is done.  Sure enough, a few minutes later the muscle head comes over. It’s apparent he’s a few short.  He brings over a big, grilled sausage and half a tomato, and along with some bread.  I’m like “no no, I was just joking around!” and he says “there’s truth behind every joke!” … I say “That’s true. Thanks a lot man, you rock!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I knew if his girlfriend laughed at the jokes, he’d be obliged to bring us some food.  I was charming, sweet and funny. His girlfriend found me entertaining.  So, if he does bring us some food,  he’s a cool, kind guy and gets points with his girl. IF he doesn’t, he’s a douchebag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat. It’s delicious!  I know it’s not really a big thing but… well… it was cool. Hehe … sometimes, comedy works! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAUSAGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around filming some funny shit the other day.  I was supposed to be filming daygame but ended up interviewing women about how to approach them.  I got some funny footage.  I may put it up here for you guys to watch…. But in the meanwhile - I’ll tell you what. Women have, absolutely no idea about anything when it comes to picking up women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF all the times women have been picked up, fucked, etc etc, … you’d think they would have some insight about how to pick them up. But they don’t.  I’m sure some girls out there do. Or maybe they know, but they never admit they know, and still pump out the same boring shit society tells them to say.  One girl, when asked what a guy should say when approaching her said “he could compliment my shoes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Really. Wow. They weren’t even cool shoes. They were crappy ass stripper shoes. She looked like a stripper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was good fun and I got some great footage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4990025014336884687?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4990025014336884687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4990025014336884687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4990025014336884687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4990025014336884687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-8th-gaming-for-sausage-eckart.html' title='July 8th: Gaming for sausage... +Eckart Tolle is the shit!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3061381534875375243</id><published>2009-07-28T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:45:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Value = Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;July 09&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I got into the elevator today with a big ass carrot hanging out of my mouth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Initially I was going down, but I’d forgotten something… so I got on at the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor heading up…. And the floor I was getting off at was before the floor these 2 guys were getting off at.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could feel a slight something in the air… like, something was there something to be said. So I just let loose and said “extra stop. Sorry fellas!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;One of the guys says “It’s ok. You get respect of the carrot”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I said “Yeh you know, I’m trying to eat healthier.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;90% of what people eat is shit, you know.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;They agree and we all had a moment of oneness. We agreed on this point. They wished me well and I was on my way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Pretty simple little exchange, right? I thought about it… and even tho it was just an exchange of pleasantries It went to illustrate a simple point.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;The line between having an interaction, and not having one is such a small one. All I had to do was not make the little comment about the floors. He wouldn’t have taken the first step to say “eating carrots eh?” and nothing would have been said.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case, probably won’t be much difference to my life, directly. However – it’s this habit I’ve got of just talking to everyone and being friendly that over the long wrong, will make &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the difference.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Every person you meet is a potential friend, ally, lover, soulmate etc. you never know who’s who.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not saying you should talk to everyone because you can get value out of them. Just the opposite… because you should give value, even if it’s as insignificant as a joke, quick chat… whatever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By having positive interactions you’re actually making people feel better about themselves, changing the course of their day ever so slightly… and therefore making the world a better place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’ll pass that along – if not to you, then somebody else. It doesn’t matter because… we’re all really one anyways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ve always felt this. Trite example:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;say I was in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, and I bought an underground travel pass for 6 pounds for the day… but by 6pm I was done with all my stuff. I’d always try and find someone to give it to. I’d walk up to someone who was about to buy a ticket and say “here, take this – I’m done with it!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now, some people would take it ready, thank me and be on my way. some would offer me money. Some would refuse, thinking it was some kind of trick and go ahead and but their ticket. That’s not the point – the point is, I felt like it was a waste to just throw the ticket out. If I didn’t need it anymore, it made sense someone else use it…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;plus, it’s happened to me a few times someone would just give me THEIR pass when I was about to spend 6 pounds to buy one. You can imagine I felt absolutely wonderful. Back in the day when I was broke, saving 6 pounds was a shit load! I’d be happy all day cuz I’d saved that money. So naturally, I felt great, and just passing that along to others given the chance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;In the community the term “Value” is thrown around a lot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give girls value. Value exchange.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“leave them better than you found them.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’m starting to really understand this concept now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again it’s one of those things that is just coming to me, seeping in slowly thru thought and experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Value is, making people feel fucking good about themselves, even if just for a moment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Value is, seeing the value in people – even if they are on the lowest rung of the social ladder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Value is seeing everyone the same, because we are all the same. This goes right in with the spiritual stuff I’ve gotten into.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that we, all of us – are eternal. There is no such thing as death, and we’re all exactly the same – souls, here on earth to gain enlightenment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only difference between us is the various degrees we’re all developed. In the real world (i.e the “afterlife”) and in this life, that we’re living now. Most people reading this right now are not awakened and will easily dismiss this truth as they are simply not ready to hear it. some people will never be ready.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, this truth goes hand in hand with why I’m starting to talk to everyone including fucking homeless people and old ladies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have just as much value as a smoking hot girl… maybe more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Maybe this is why jesus hung out with prostitutes and restitutes and bums.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He saw their eternal light. He knew they were just lost souls, and he wanted to help them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I’m guessing these people had a lot more to offer him than the “normal” people around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So - being in that talkativel, warm, friendly state where you you embrace the opportunity to meet people – where you embrace the opportunity to give value and learn and grow…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this goes hand in hand with everything I’ve been saying all along. But before it was about trying to get laid. Not it’s more about…. Just being.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being that friendly guy that makes everyone feel good. THAT guy!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could that guy ever not be getting laid? Does that guy even THINK about “Sets?” or “value” or “getting girls??”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ha! No. he doesn’t have to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways what the fuck am I rambling on about. We should treat all people well because it’s the right thing to do. Treat everyone well. How would the world be? I realize it’s a pickup blog. But guess what: that’s going to get you laid pretty quick. If you actually lived that like, if anyone did – girls would literally throw themselves at you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Shit – if I think about the couple of guys that I’ve met that are true value givers. I mean, they’re just full of love. They love everyone around them. They have nothing negative to say about anybody. They are loved by all. They can have any women they want. I mean, literally. Any girl that they know would be happy to go to bed with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;It transcends game. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Game actually becomes irrelevant on that level of enlightenment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I truly hope I can get to that level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3061381534875375243?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3061381534875375243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3061381534875375243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3061381534875375243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3061381534875375243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/07/value-love.html' title='Value = Love!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-8170269917969000852</id><published>2009-07-28T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:40:40.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 8th - Women are douche bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;July 8th. Filmin in Toronto! &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ve been spending more and more time with HbKarate. We have fun… It’s cool doing new things with someone, sharing experiences. Jesus, I haven’t had like a significant relationship in what seems like years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve just had fuck buddies pretty much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is like a relationship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT’s probably not going to last very long as I’m leaving &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North America&lt;/st1:place&gt; quite soon…. But… well I won’t worry about that now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The now is all that matters, and now I’m enjoying spending my time with this girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I taught her how to salsa dance the other night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got her started on my Spanish course so we can do it together. I cook us dinner, she cooks us dinner. We massage each other, we make each other cum.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One thing that I’m really enjoying is actually getting to know her – her life, her issues etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who she is. I’m really enjoying helping her out with her life… adding “value” as gay as that sounds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, just getting her organized and having her to what she needs to do to better her life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s almost always easier to help someone else organize their shit than it is for someone to organize yours, isn’t it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Funny that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;My friend and business manager (I’ll call him, Mr Wing Chun) said that same thing to me…. It’s easier to look at someone’s life from the outside and go “all you need to do is this, this, and then this, and you’re good!” …. Fucking easy! But when it comes to your own shit…. never so easy. It’s cuz we’re all wrapped up in it. we can’t see past our own shit, you know?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Speaking of that, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ve been reading “A new Earth” by Eckhart tolle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Wow. That’s all I can say. Wow? Holy shit is more appropriate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s all about how our fucking ego’s control everything. How we identify with form “things, people, etc” … how our minds actually run “us.” But, we are not our minds. We are a being entirely separate from our minds. We are the “I am” …. I can’t even go into this right now. I could write about it forever. EVerone just go and read this fucking book. Trust me. Best thing for your game you could do….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;What else…. Err… I’ve been working out still. Either swimming, doing yoga, and now I’ve started jogging with my new friend in my building and doing these intense work outs in the park. Around 5 days ago we ran about 1km. Today, we ran 1.5K approx, then did pushups, situps, pull ups and some other all round exercises.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Some back stuff too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT’s a great workout, works the whole body!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last week I was pretty sore the next day. The kid was surprised I got most of the workout done … as he said “you’re in pretty good shape for an old man!” … he’s 19 and does kung fu 3 times a week. And the works out on his off days too so… he’s pretty fucking buff.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HbKarate runs too… so when I tell her I’ve run 1.5K she’s all smiles!! She does like 5k, 3 times a week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I could even go on a little run with her? Awww …. Dunno how long it will take before I can run 5k. Probably a while….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Oh, we went to the beach the other day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re there, and we didn’t have shit for food. We brought books and a blanket.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s this couple near us who are doing up this barbeque … they have this grill and tons of hot dogs. I wanna get some of those. So I formulate the plan. I get up, walk over to them, smile and say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;“Hey! I run a sausage disposal business. Normally there’s a cost… but you guys seem cool so… if you have any leftovers just let me know – and I’ll remove them, free of charge!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;The girl laughs, and the guys says “nice….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I got the vibe he really wasn’t impressed. I think it’s the fact that he knows he could never 1) come up with something that funny or 2)deliver it well (or even have the balls to come over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways, I sit back down, knowing my work is done.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure enough, a few minutes later the muscle head comes over. It’s apparent he’s a few short.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He brings over a big, grilled sausage and half a tomato, and along with some bread.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m like “no no, I was just joking around!” and he says “there’s truth behind every joke!” … I say “That’s true. Thanks a lot man, you rock!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now, I knew if his girlfriend laughed at the jokes, he’d be obliged to bring us some food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was charming, sweet and funny. His girlfriend found me entertaining.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, if he does bring us some food,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he’s a cool, kind guy and gets points with his girl. IF he doesn’t, he’s a douchebag.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;We eat. It’s delicious!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know it’s not really a big thing but… well… it was cool. Hehe … sometimes, comedy works! ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;SAUSAGE!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I went around filming some funny shit the other day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was supposed to be filming daygame but ended up interviewing women about how to approach them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got some funny footage.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may put it up here for you guys to watch…. But in the meanwhile - I’ll tell you what. Women have, absolutely no idea about anything when it comes to picking up women.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;OF all the times women have been picked up, fucked, etc etc, … you’d think they would have some insight about how to pick them up. But they don’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure some girls out there do. Or maybe they know, but they never admit they know, and still pump out the same boring shit society tells them to say.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One girl, when asked what a guy should say when approaching her said “he could compliment my shoes”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Really? Really. Wow. They weren’t even cool shoes. They were crappy ass stripper shoes. She looked like a stripper. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Sigh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways it was good fun and I got some great footage!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-8170269917969000852?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/8170269917969000852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=8170269917969000852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8170269917969000852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8170269917969000852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-8th-women-are-douche-bags.html' title='July 8th - Women are douche bags'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7119037093914446539</id><published>2009-07-16T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:40:05.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Drunken angry suicidal Christian wants a piece of me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;June 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Tried a few sets today trying to put across Johnny’s belief system.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly I’m not doing it right. Lol&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;First girl, I opened in a coffee shop. She was looking at the sweets and I said “whooaa… you’re not looking at the brownie are you? That brownie is big trouble!!” and she says “haha no I’m looking at the fruit cupcake!” …. Anyways so we start chatting and I shift into the “I’m happy. Life is good. You wanna sit down and have a coffee?” and she’s like “uhh no I have to meet my friend” … I kept going a bit but realized she was investing exactly 0% and it was a dead set.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I let her go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I go to meet up with some other pua guy’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I’m waiting this hot Korean girl with a fantastic body walks by….. In a go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, wow! What a body!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t usually see breastasis like that on a Korean girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;She’s 30, and married.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She seems interested.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She just had a fight with her husband of 2 years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I chat a bit. She tries to leave but I re hook her and then try go into the marriage stuff again. We talk about whether women are more free in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; then in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;korea&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s interesting but I actually don’t know how / don’t feel comfortable putting the offer of sex across… even if I did convey the overall message clearly. Damn it. well I get her email but… no point. I haven’t done it right.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bollocks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I open another girl just as I get off the phone with a forum guy who’s about to cross the street and meet me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She seemed cute (Well, she was cute) but up close she had a little pudgy belly which just doesn’t do it for me. I called her on being a bit sad. She was going home from visiting her dad in the hospital. She claimed she wasn’t sad, she just had a “Relaxed face” that ran in the family. She kept saying this when I mentioned she seemed a bit sad. She kept asking “Did I really look sad?” then I’d say “yes” and she’s go back into “it’s a genetic thing. My mom has the same thing. It’s a relaxed face” .. errr yeah. Anyways… she was a bit nutty. She didn’t have much to say.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, for the sake of learning I tried to push it as far as I could.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I got her to acknowledge the insanity of relationships and marriage. She agreed. She said she had quite a few friends that had open relationships. I was like “what? Really?? Cool!” ….&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said she was single for a long time. After a few minutes I asked her what her view was on the whole thing. She kind of avoided it… I had to ask clearly, what is your view – do you date, do u always have a boyfriend, where do you stand? … she said “no, I’ve been single for a while now.” …. And then I said “well listen, let’s go back to my house and have some fun!” …. She turned to run away and I was like “just kidding!” and she says “I know” … yikes that didn’t work lol. But I chatted with her some more and eventually was like “gimmie your number, I’ll invite you out to blah blah and she’s like cool” … then I said “listen, if you’re ever feeling lonely and you need a hug or… you know (wink) some sweet luvin you can always give me a call” … Now I never gave her my number so that was a bit retarded.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But as I left she goes “give me a call!” … so I’ll drop her a line, just to see if she takes me up on the offer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For future sets attempting this new method I’ll do it as Johnny does – give them my number and see if they call. Sigh. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Did a couple more sets normal style and it’s so easy…. Easy easy … but I know I’m not learning anything. Couple more emails/numbers (the hot one had a BF but… will invite to comedy)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I have to keep practicing. I have to re watch Johnny vid’s. it’s like being a noobie again. Hahah. Fuck it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll try some more next time I go out (probably tomorrow)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I did some other sets, but nothing worth reporting. Me being funny, getting #’s for my comedy shows etc. blah blah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Oh, I almost got into a fight. That was fuckin weird. I just ATTRACT crazies. It’s truly amazing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ok, so I’d met up with a few lair guys here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. All nice guys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No idea what they’re doing in field, but all lovely guys. Well that’s not true, one little fucker was running and opening but just using the same opener all the time… so I gave him some more ideas. Anyways, I’d done a couple of sets and after each they’d ask “what did you say, what happened etc” … so I was standing there around 12am explaining some group theory stuff (some of my methods of opening mixed sets, etc) when I noticed this guy in shorts was just standing there, a few feet away, listening in intently.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I say to him “hey man, don’t be shy, come on over!” …. He doesn’t move. I say again “we wont’ bite, get on in here!” … so he comes over. I say “alright, I’m just talking about ways to get into conversations with girls… feel free to listen in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he just starts on me. “You’re evil man, you’re evil!” … I’m like “what???” … he just goes off “you’re corrupting these guys man…. You’ve got satan in your mind. I’m a Christian. You’re an evil man…blab la bla” … I try and reason with the guy for like 10 minutes. He gets in my face and pretty aggressive. I backed up a bit but he came forward. I accepted that I was ready to fight this guy (I had 4 other guys with me so the odds were pretty heavily in my favor – not that I needed the help. I’ve got a yellow belt in Karate, I’ll have you know ;) ….. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I reckoned I could take him. He was on something. Maybe booze, maybe something else. But he was on something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways – I got into my new fight stance that my friend showed me recently.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically, you put your hands together like in prayer, in front or you chest and half way between you and your aggressor. Then I was like “listen buddy, just relax. Why are you yelling?” and kept talking etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;But, from this position it is very easy to do a palm strike right to someone’s face. I mean, your hand is pretty much near their face….. so you can go from “whoa whoa easy” to BAM. I was very very temped to fight, once again. But, once again… I wouldn’t throw the first punch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy really was a bit psycho. I’d be a douche to hit him first. But man it was tempting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose I could have gotten in his face and been all “you wanna go buddy?” but that’s just not my style.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But that’s like 2 times in the last month when I’m absolutely 100% minding my own business and someone decides, I’m evil and I need to get told. I really don’t get it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HE told me I needed to find jesus a few times. And that I was evil.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does that mean he’s evil, or crazy, or wrong??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;In all honestly – it was his ego talking. What did I do to offend his ego, his sense of reality? I’m guessing my knowledge of pickup did the trick. If me talking about how to pickup girls is what set him off (and, clearly it was as I wasn’t talking about anything else) …. I’m guessing that meant he has little or no success with women.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose he needed to get laid. Maybe I should have asked him when the last time was he got laid! Haha… ah well, whatever. Strange. But… a waste of energy in the end….. the only thing I can imagine I could learn from the experience is don’t ask randomers to join in on your conversations. Then again, that would be going against my very being as this point so…. Nah – I just have to accept this as a freak occurrence and move on. Or, accept that my personality type is going to attract nut cases to me on occasion. It is what it is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7119037093914446539?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7119037093914446539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7119037093914446539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7119037093914446539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7119037093914446539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-drunken-angry-suicidal-christian.html' title='Crazy Drunken angry suicidal Christian wants a piece of me!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-8574889118266245179</id><published>2009-07-16T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:38:49.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bootcamp, first in Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;June 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Taught 4 guys bootcamp, imbedded johnny’s teachings for around 30+ mins. One of the guys really got it and shit himself. He had that same crazy look in the eye I had when Johnny explained it to me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I didn’t put it across too badly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recorded the whole thing. Maybe I’ll put a couple of clips from the bootcamp up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of it was shit I came up with off the cuff that was actually pretty sweet, if I do say so myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part 2 in field will be next week. Should be fun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I am organizing my teaching method into a concrete “System” that will eventually transfer to an ebook.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was the first bootcamp where I tried to follow a structure. It’s interesting actually going by notes. I still never stick by ‘em… but it does make it a bit easier…. Till now I’ve been teaching mainly from my head as I go. I suppose I am turning things into a more professional operation, which is good!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-8574889118266245179?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/8574889118266245179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=8574889118266245179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8574889118266245179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8574889118266245179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-bootcamp-first-in-toronto.html' title='Good bootcamp, first in Toronto'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-8449859118125771165</id><published>2009-07-11T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:07:21.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin With Johnny Soporno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;June 28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I Hung out with Johnny Soporno yesterday for hours.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I learned so much shit and had so many epiphanies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took me this long just to accumulate my thoughts and put them down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There's a whole load of amazing stuff in my head... I can't expect to do justice to his teachings but, I figure I'd pass along whatever my mind has managed to retain. Which, actually, is quite a bit. I think.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here goes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, him, his pornstar girlfriend and I wandered around during the lesbo parade in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. (Yes, it was gay pride week last week!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw only 2 cute girls. One I stopped on the street. She had a long term BF but I got her facebook and she seemed keen to attend one of my upcoming shows.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only other hottie was this girl working one of the booths. But she didn't have a brain between her head so I left it. (yes, that's a reason!) lol.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A couple of people asked to have their picture taken with Johnny because of the horns.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also ran into some people he knew. One was was very gay… he’d gotten a penis lollipop and was very busy with the sucking. We have some amusing photo’s. one of the girls in the group was after me (she pinched my butt) but she was just past her prime. Johnny said to her “Sasha’s got a girl who’s up for a 3some, maybe u could get involved?” and she was like “Sure!” .. I appreciate it baby. But I’ll find my own 3some girls, cheers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Back at Johnny’s place I shared some of my fucked up story with him and he shared a ton of information with me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talking to him I actually had like a groundbreaking ephiphany. The thing is, I’d had this motherfucking epiphany before when watching his video’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I’ve had it hardcore again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’ve seen his material then you already know the epiphany. If you haven’t, I’ll give you the wrapup as best as I can.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Essentially, everyone in our society has been tricked to believe that monogamy is good, normal etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;however, it’s in fact a poison on our lives, our society. Not his words, mine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you actually think about it, having to stay with someone whom you’ve agreed to stay with via a contract (E.G Marriage, or “boyfriend/girlfriend etc” is absolutely ridiculous and not useful. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;One of the key points he explained to me was this:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you put boundaries or rules on a relationship – say – we can’t fuck other people. What does that do? It cuts out the competition.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What happens then? People get lazy. You don’t have to try anymore. She/he is gonna be there no matter what.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like communism in way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re stuck. Why try any harder? You get the same every day no matter what. But if you open up those floodgates, whereas both partners can see/do whatever they want with everyone … and they keep coming back and spending time with each other, isn’t that infinitely more powerful?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That you [i]choose[/i] to be with this person. That you can do absolutely whatever you want with anyone and yet, here you are.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Choosing to spend your time with somebody despite being completely and utterly free to do otherwise is a love far greater than that which comes out of marriage, or any other “agreement.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;HE used this following example. You’ve got a cat. You go to let the cat out of it’s cage one day…. The cat leaps out the window. You panic!! Oh no!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;what the fuck! My babyyyyyyyy!! But the cat comes back and everything is ok. The next day you open the cage, and the cat runs off again. Aaarrggh!! You panic! Where did he go! Is he ok!! Doesn’t he love me??? Waaaah. But then he comes back. The third time you open the cage and he leaps out you think…well… probably he’ll come back. And he does. And everything is ok. The 4th time you open the cage you’re like “are you coming out, or what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Know what I’m saying? Oh yeah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can’t even explain what I’ve come to understand and it’s so profound. It completely changes, everything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said to Johnny “Your reality actually crushes mine so completely, that it makes what I teach pointless. Game is pointless!” … He explained people need to first get to the end of where game can get them to be ready for his teachings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you can’t actually walk up to a woman and say “hi” without shitting yourself, try explaining to a woman that she should be free – that society’s constraints are BS and she should come home with you right now and fuck your brains out because it’s what she’s hardwired to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This makes sense. I get that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made me feel better. I haven’t been wasting my time for the last couple of years, after all! :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I threw another one of my limiting beliefs at him. It was this: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I said to him “dude…sometimes if a girl is too easy, I&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;loose interest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think “I didn’t do shit to get her. She’s fuck any guy. She doesn’t really want me” … I feel cheap so I won’t go for it. It’s fucked up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyone out there get that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Johnny explained to me that, the woman has in fact, chosen me. I’m 30 years old. So, I’ve spend 30 years becoming myself. The way I walk, talk, act, clothes I wear, things I say, way I talk. Everything about me is different from everyone else. So if she wants’ to fuck ME … she has picked ME.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am the product of years and years of growth, development, adaptation, learning etc etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are YOU and nobody else. Why question it? Just go and fuck her brains out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Seems pretty obvious but it was yet another revelation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My head is on fire. My world Has been turned upside down. There’s too much fresh knowledge that directly counters all my limiting beliefs at once.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IT actually would probably cure all my game issues if I was able to actually adopt them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s what they are. I only realize I have these issues after spending all this time with Johnny. (Thanks a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;LOT&lt;/st1:place&gt;, douchebag!!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here goes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I believe that most women I meet don’t just want to fuck my brains out (I may often joke or behave like I believe they do) but I don’t really believe it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I believe if a woman puts out too easily she’s a slut, and I respect these girls less than girls I have to put more of an effort in with&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I believe somehow I’m screwing women over if I just have sex with them and never see them again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if I give them good sex.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I’ll see women a few times after sex just to make sure I don’t like them. Or, so they don't think I was just using them for sex. How fucked up is that? (This begs the question, why sleep with those girls at all in the first place?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel guilty about dating multiple women at once (well, not dating - sleeping with) - I feel guilty if I think about myself as “a player” ... I really don't feel like I am. Even tho if you ask women, I definitely am. In a way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This list goes On and On !!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I realize that, ultimately … although I am very free in a lot of ways (and getting freer) I’ve still been brainwashed by society…. The chains of community (and, THE community) are apon me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve sub consciously adopted some kind of belief system that was imposed on “society” long before I came into being. (Well, being in this form, anyways) ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why should I suffer for other people's pre conceived notions of what’s right and wrong?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why should I limit myself or my lifestyle based on said notions? How is that fair or just? I wasn’t asked my opinion . nobody got my consent. Nobody came up to me as I flew out of the womb and said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;“Hey buddy. Welcome to planet earth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re going to suck with girls. The girls will have all the power. You’re going to be lonely all the time. You’re going to be a doormat for every girl you ever hookup with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get used to it! Furthermore,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;you get to just fuck one girl at once, ok, or you’re an asshole.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women are going to pick you, not you them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re going to believe hot women have something you want and you’re always going to struggle to get it!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?? FUCK YOU, SOCIETY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It’s not easy getting those chains off, either. Even if you see the chains, it’s not easy when just about every other fucking person is wearing the same chains and… they seem ok with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Isn’t that amazing? Even If you point to the chains and go “You’re locked up! Look! Look down! There’s chains all over you, you can’t move. Or think, or do what you want!” they’ll say “What? Oh these? Nah it’s ok. These have been here as long as I remember. It’s cool”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have seen this over and over and over again. Friends with no game. Friends with shitty jobs. People with Girl or Boyfriends they don’t even LIKE. Why? Fear, in a word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well fuck that!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don’t think I want to be wearing these chains anymore. I definitely don’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;p.s – I didn’t post this for ages as excited as I was because, I didn’t feel my description of what I’d gone thru did Johnny Soporno any justice. But ah well… it’s only one little post. So there it is. I’ll write more when I figure out what the heck it going on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My head feels like it's going to explode!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-8449859118125771165?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/8449859118125771165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=8449859118125771165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8449859118125771165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8449859118125771165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/07/chillin-with-johnny-soporno.html' title='Chillin With Johnny Soporno'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-9189922302038051509</id><published>2009-07-07T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:56:36.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 27th - Crank call</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So I’m sitting here updating my blog and the phone rings. Now I never answer the landline, cuz tis’ always telemarketers, right? Always always. But I’m thinking it’s the weekend. They don’t call on the weekend.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I answer and some philipino woman goes “hi sir, I’m calling from t&amp;amp;g research” and I flip on her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;“ON SATURDAY?? THIS IS THE DAY BEFORE THE DAY WHERE WE GIVE PRAISE TO JESUS!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;“I’m sorry sir…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;(I hang up)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ok ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a douchebag. I thought it was funny. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-9189922302038051509?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/9189922302038051509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=9189922302038051509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/9189922302038051509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/9189922302038051509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-27th-crank-call.html' title='June 27th - Crank call'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7772378412636177082</id><published>2009-06-27T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:54:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 15th - Another revelation about daygame - but from my old wing MC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;My buddy MC told me something he noticed about daygame.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HE said &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;“I’ve noticed that when I open well, the rest of the set goes fine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if I stop talking, the girls will stand there. And sometimes they’ll say stuff, or ask me questions. But they don’t try and get away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also because I know I can open properly i’m no longer afraid of what’s going to happen after I open. I think it was the fear of failure that kept me from opening well. Not that I know I can open well, I don’t have that fear in the back of my mind anymore – so the sets go fine!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Interesting. I knew opening was important. I guess for Emcee it was even more important than for the rest of us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always wondered wtf was going on with him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s funny and all that but just always is saying how he sucks with girls, etc. even recently, he was actually sleeping with 2 girls. 2 girls. and yet he’s moaning about how he sucks. What the fuck is that?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d say to him “you’re fine. You’ve just got all these negative thoughts in your head about your game” and he’d say “I know I know” but then wouldn’t change shit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess he needs to change his beliefs. This is some deep inner game shit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this really illustrates how you have to have your inner game down before you even go out to sarge… otherwise it’s just going to be frustrating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So many guys out there can’t get any results in field…but that’s because girls can tell &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;immediately&lt;/i&gt; if you have your shit together or not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then can tell straight away!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think really getting one’s inner game sorted should be everyone’s first priority. Get your life together. Your beliefs. Your goals. Who are you? What do you want? Why are you on this fucking planet? If you know the answers to these questions, you will find yourself not even worrying about about girls…. they will flock to you like a chinaman to a rice parade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;(I like throwing in a bit of unnecessary rasicm to my analogies. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just to spice things up)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I think it did it backwards, lol.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got better with girls, and then that brought me to get the rest of my life together (which I’m still working on, obviously) …..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I guess most of us in game do it ass backward. Weird I guess. But I suppose getting your shit together is better than not getting your shit together. Does it really matter, the order? As long as we all get there in the end. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Shit tho – I’ve said this before. Pickup is just “self help” with the focus on getting laid. The concepts, exercises, … most of the principles are exactly the same. Half the stuff from the “blueprint” is Eckhart tolle and classic self help stuff. Of course, you have to study that other shit to realize where it comes from. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But most things in “game” are just borrowed concepts re-shaped and applied to “getting pussy!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Go figure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Not all – there are some genuine pioneers out there. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But on a deep level I believe you could get near the same success with women just doing a tony robins, self help shit, and bettering yourself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually nah. It still won’t get you thru your AA. Lol. But …. You know what I mean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I digress. So yea – opening well. It’s really important :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7772378412636177082?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7772378412636177082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7772378412636177082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7772378412636177082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7772378412636177082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-15th-another-revelation-about.html' title='June 15th - Another revelation about daygame - but from my old wing MC!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-2741430852030993484</id><published>2009-06-27T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:53:13.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 13th - grrrr .... yummy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Had an amazing night with the blonde that came to my comedy show. I’ll call her hbkarate as she’s got a high up fancy belt in Karate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met, walked around, got food … we had a really awesome discussion – just about everything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;we were gonna go to a show around 11.30 and I was like “you know what I really wanna do…..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just wanna go back to your place, cuddle you and watch a movie!” …. She thinks about it a while and she’s like “yea ok….” …. I say “look, we’re not gonna have sex tonight, ok? …. But I am allowed to tease you” ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Hehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Well, tease her I did. I did everything to her, but I didn’t let her do shit to me. Hehe. No sex, nothing!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just pleased her…massage, fingers, oral, the lot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the morning I said “did you really think we wouldn’t have sex when I was coming over last night?” … and she thinks about it and says “I thought I’d just see how it went. I guess I thought we really wouldn’t” (ya … right… I’m sure she’s convinced herself of this but …. She knew……I could even tell by her answer….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;We tried to watch a movie at night but only got thru like 30 mins… the movie wasn’t very good to be fair.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bit her everywhere…. She liked the aggression.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had marks all over her body! Oops… and a pretty bad hickie near her hip and a small one on the neck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had pancakes in the morning, talked more and then I split around noon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I actually have a real connection with her. We’ve had extremely similar traumas in our lives… shit that nobody has. It really is something. We talked for hours and hours and hours.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Gamewise I didn’t use any – in fact I was too complimentary probably .. said to her “I wouldn’t change anything about your body” …but of course I should have added “But that head of yours!” ….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;It’s really interesting the fact that if you have natural attraction – if a girl is just into you – you don’t really need game.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just do whatever. Then again I suppose it’s easy for me to say, as I’ve internalized so much shit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;just don’t be super needed or whatever and you should be ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Still…. It just seems so … easy, ya know? I guess this is what it should be like….&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-2741430852030993484?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/2741430852030993484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=2741430852030993484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2741430852030993484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2741430852030993484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-13th-grrrr-yummy.html' title='June 13th - grrrr .... yummy....'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-8974086323391317052</id><published>2009-06-27T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:50:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 07th - Good date! On a weeknight. Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Had a date with this blonde that came to my comedy show. I met her in a restaurant… she was with 2 girls and a guy.. I joked around with them all, and before I left just said “hey you guys seem fun, come to my show” and I got her on facebook. She was very receptive on FB and came to my show the other night…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and I got her number after the show.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;We went to a high school musical. (don’t ask)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;… it was ok but we wanted to talk and left half way thru. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a painful reminder why it’s never a good idea to see a movie, or a play or any of that shit for a date. It’s RETARDED. You can’t talk to her at ALL. What the fuck was I thinking? Well my friend was the pianist for the show which is why I wanted to go. And it was a good cause, but WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t understand why normal guys would take girls to the movies on a date. Do guys still do that?? Really?? It’s so fucking painful. unless it’s start trek or some shit. or a cool alternative movie, like kung fu or something fun. Horror, u know. Where the girls all grabbing you and shit. that’s ok. But to the shitty ass boring standard &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; movies. NO. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;After we escaped the clutches of high school musical mediocrity……Chatting we actually have some personal (painful) shit in common. She does have a quirky sense of humour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t use anything even resembling game chatting to her. We just talked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well.. putting my hands on her, kissing her neck… kissing her. It all seemed so natural. I guess it’s easy when the girl is into you. No game required&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;The plan was to go to her place but she said at like 9 she turns into a pumpkin at 10… she has to be u at 7am for a meeting. She has a proper job and all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walk her to the car, making out 3 times on the way. the last time on the car.. serious tongue and groping action. These is a chance I could get back to hers but I know it’s not the right move. She has to work, and it’s a virtually a guaranteed lay next week. Why push for it here?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Interesting tho – she’s a good girl. was in a relationship for 10 years (wow) which ended last summer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since then, she’s just dated one guy for a bit. That’s it. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s like a 2 on the partygirl scale.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always feel guilty sleeping with these type of good girls because I know she wants to date properly and all…. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Fuck!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She only dates one guy at a time… she’s never had a one night stand or a fling. Or anything like that. Hhmmmmm. And yet, here we are on date 1 and I know if it was a fri or sat I’d have nailed her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Also: I broke my own non escalation rule (don’t escalate or heavy makeout/grope if you can’t close) … but it felt ok. I guess if there is a real connection (more than just attraction) it’s ok to break the rule….. If the girl likes you it’s ok to make out. If she flakes and I never see her again I’ll feel like an idiot. But… I’m guessing it will be fine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One long date with a couple of bounces and it should be a done deal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’m already thinking how to frame the whole “Dating” thing … or ‘ I don’t want anything serious, etc”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;….i actually mentioned Johnny soporno’s philosophy to her in passing. Like “I have a friend that…” … she wasn’t against it, but said she just was the way she was. Fair enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now knowing she wouldn’t want to sleep with me if she knew I was always gonna sleep with other girls, is it wrong to sleep with her and not tell her first? It’s a bit dodgy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may tell her before… but I’ll do it right before I sleep with her so it’s too late. Like I’ll have my thumb in her while licking her clit and I’ll be like “listen, I’m not really looking for anything serious and I don’t wanna mislead you. Should we stop?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Hahahah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;No. I dunno.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I’ll kind of wing it, but I don’t want to hurt the girl. she’s a sweet girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Oh she’s early 30’s and has a fucking stonking hot body. Tiny, 105 pounds, flat stomach, amazing ass. Like really nice. I couldn’t believe it when I grabbed her ass. I was like “holy shit” … I’m not even an ass guy, but &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;It's funny how 32 is an much "older" woman for me. Like, i'm 30 ... but i always date girls in their 20's ... at 32 she's like, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;older &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;lady. you know? it's retarded. like she looks in her 30's... it's weird. i really think i'll be dating girls in their 20's for the next 20 years. it is what it is... i just like 'em HOT. i'm not saying there aren't hot girls in their 30's. there are. just not many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ll ring her in a couple of days and arrange a date… for the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;weekend.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-8974086323391317052?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/8974086323391317052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=8974086323391317052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8974086323391317052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8974086323391317052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-07th-good-date-on-weeknight-sigh.html' title='June 07th - Good date! On a weeknight. Sigh.'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3940311349585234911</id><published>2009-06-27T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:47:48.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 06th - Car game is hilarous. We are douchebags!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Was downtown in the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Approached one super hottie just makin fun of her outfit. She laughs. Then I come clean “alright,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t care about the outfit. It was all a lie. I just think you’re adorable and It was an excuse to talk to you”&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She loves it. she has a fiancée. Fair enough. I actually explain to her my “how many boyfriends do you have” routine and she says it’s great. I ask her if she has any friends that would love me. She says to come with her to this shop she works in. as I go in, the girls in the shop aren’t remotely cute. But I start talking to this really chill guy. He’s a zen shiatsu guy. We talk for like an hour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I make&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;him take a loot at my back. In the 3 mins&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he had on my back I felt awesome and warm and tingly… and in those 3 mins the hottest girls I’ve seen walked by that window. And it felt so good sitting there I just couldn’t bring myself to get up. That was dum. I mean like some SMOKING hot girls walked by. I was like “damn” … I tell him I want a massage right then and he says he need to prepare but to go to his house In about an hour. Sweet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now before you get any ideas, blog readers, let me just say this. I have back issues. I really needed a massage. Ok? Ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way to his house I open this cute Indian looking girl … it was a gay opening. Like “why are you in the subway? It’s awesome outside!” .. and then I called her evil cuz she was drinking starbucks. Chat, blah blah after a couple of stops I’m like “look I have to get off soon. If you think I’m cute you better ask me for my number” and she’s like “what? I’m a girl, you should ask ME for MY number.” … I say “ok what’s your number?” and I get it from her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I ask “now, are you gonna pick up when I call?” … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She says “I might” … oh and I don’t have voicemail…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ugh. I can see where this is going.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I say “ok, I’ll call you – but only once!!” as I get off the train.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;That was in the moment. I like that. You’re telling them up front, they get one call. hmm…. Maybe an expanded version … like “Girls are flakey and in the moment, bla bla… I’m only gonna call u once”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Hmmm….. dunno if giving them an ultimatum is good lol. But we’ll see what happens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Went out at night with a new friend. Let’s call him… CrazyAsian.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s got game… is in an LTR but it’s open so he can do what he wants. A good spot to be in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now, basically it was fucking 12.30 by the time we left for downtown. For the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; night in a row we just wandered around talking to really drunk girls. ugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m actually not even attracted to the majority of these girls. One girl was stonkin hot, 20, and off her face. She can’t even stand straight. What the fuck am I doing talking to her? Sigh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;In one venue where there was karaoke this one girl is giving me ioi’s … I go talk to her. She’s not actually that not… I’m chatting to her out of boredom and some douche comes in like “excuse me” and whisks her away… they were already hooking up and shit. great. I got amogged with a girl I had no interest in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if I was in a proper set I’d have been outraged … I didn’t even know what to feel lol.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why was she staring at me when she was already hooking up with that guy? Oh year – cuz girls are totally 100% functioning on their emotions in the moment. I knew that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ll tell you what was funny though. At the end of the night, we tried to do “Car game” … so riving around in CrazyAsian’s car trying to give girls a lift that were waiting for cab’s. this was the first time I’ve done this. Now, I know it’s creepy. But it’s fun. Really fun. In fact, because what we’re doing is dodgy/creepy – that MAKES it a challenge, which makes it fun. It’s totally socially unacceptable. We were literally driving around going “hey! Get in the car! We’ll give you a lift! We won’t hurt you. I swear. I haven’t killed anyone since 1996. get in the car!” … it was fucking hilarious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was this one 3 set of girls, 2 of them were cute. We’re like “who are you gonna trust, a stranger in a cab, who wants money for a lift? Or two cute guys who will take you for free? How is this any more dangerous?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Which makes sense, when you think about it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways, we were just being charming and funny and one of the girls was down. Like, she was DOWN. She comes over to the car and is chatting with use… we can see she’s not just wants to get in the car, she wants to FUCK.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her friends eventually dragged her away but it got me thinking – if a 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; girl fell for our charms… they’d have pressured the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; girl to get in the car, right? So we go for a ride, joke around. Say “hey, let’s get some food at XYZ” and after some chow take them to my house for an orgy. I’m sure it happens all the time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;After we pulled away I joke around that I should have just grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the car. It would have been fucking &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hilarious.&lt;/i&gt; Her friends would have FLIPPED OUT as we sped off, her legs kicking out of the window. But, knowing my luck, as I’d have tried to pull her in she’d have whacked her head on the car and fallen onto the pavement. Her friends would be all like “OH MY GOD” and I’d be all like “uhh sorry. It was only a joke!” as we sped off into the distance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways. Car game. We’re gonna try more of that. It really is a good time, because it’s so fucking chodey and creepy. If you can convince some chicks to get in the car with you –you’ve got game. And u may actually get somewhere. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3940311349585234911?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3940311349585234911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3940311349585234911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3940311349585234911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3940311349585234911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-06th-car-game-is-hilarous-we-are.html' title='June 06th - Car game is hilarous. We are douchebags!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3569569128806146125</id><published>2009-06-26T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:55:08.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Turned down sex. WTF ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Something happened last night I’d have thought would NEVER happen.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I turned down sex. Sex was put, on a plate, in front of me by a good looking girl….with a good body…. That I like. And I put her in the friend zone. Hahah. WOW. You know? What happened?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ok – not just any girl. A girl I specifically re-opened on FB to try and fuck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember I mentioned how I sent a girl that message… “hey I you’re one of my facebook “Friend”s I don’t know anything about…so tell me….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;And I asked her 4 questions? Well we went back and forth for AGES (the biggest message I’d ever written) …. But it was all real. Like, no game, just us spilling our guts to each other and shit. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have yoga, spiritualism in common. She’ all into re-incarnation and shit too. I’m gonna call her enlightened girl. Or Egirl. No wait… HB_Eg.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;anyways, HB_Eb and I spoke on the phone a couple of times and I was very c&amp;amp;f. just accusing her of trying to seduce me and get in my pants etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;whenever I said anything poigniant … pointed out one of those things guys are not “Supposed to say” she’s reply “y0u’re funny!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;ANywho… the game elements I applied were just non needyness, C&amp;amp;F.. that’s it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was super busy and wasn’t taking the steps to meet up with me around 2 weeks ago. I tried to meet up but she was too busy. Did I let it bother me? Nope. All I did was send her an awesome message, with my number in…. saying “ok, let me know when you’re free!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;And then I stopped messaging for a few days. Let her miss me a bit. She’s write me a long one…. And eventually I’d reply. This went on for a bit, and then finally I got a text. “Can you guess who this is?” … so of course I messed around acting like I didn’t know which girl it was. I named like 4 different girls before getting to her. Hehe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I just kept it fun on text but didn’t really try and meet up with her. I waited till she asked me. Eventually she said “are you free on thur?” and I was like “I can fit you in….” and she came over.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We watched kung fun, talked about spiritual shit and played poker. What a cool girl!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Unfortunately, I’ve been getting fucked so good by hbkarate I really just didn’t see the point. Why? What’s the reason? The sex isn’t going to be better than what I’m already having … I know this. I’m not as attracted to this girl either. We may have more in common. But the attraction just isn’t as strong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I actually didn’t feel the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to sleep with her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love how at this point in my life, I’m justifying when I’m not gonna sleep with a girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like I HAVE to sleep with any hot girl I can. What the fuck is that?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think PU has made me weird. I have to sleep with every fucking hot girl now?? What?? Since when? I actually opened up to this girl about all this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I told her how many girls I’ve been with etc etc… how I’ve stopped seeing girls as anything but sexual objects etc etc. she listened. She still wanted to fuck my brains out. LOL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;How interesting is that? I mean I told her: I’m a player. I Fuck girls and never see them again. I date many girls at once.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bla blab la&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She doesn’t care. She wants cock. This just goes to show – if they like you, they like you. It don’t make a lick of difference. Then again, hb_el is really enlightened and wise and sees things for what they are. She knows who I am really. So me fucking around with girls doesn’t lower me in her eyes. But, I guess it depends on the girl. If you tell every girl that shit some of them will undoubtedly kick you in the balls, and run away screaming.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;It’s got me thinking tho, you know? Like… I dunno. It’s like I was just trying to fuck girls because I could? To get better at getting girls? I suppose that’s it. But now I feel like… I don’t really need to. Like I’m getting laid and I’m happy with my sex life with this girl so, what’s the point? I saw this smoking hottie yesterday. I ran back and opened her briefly. She stopped, as did her friend. I could have gone for it, but I was more interested in getting food with my friends than talking to this girl. I mean she was amazing. But I was hungry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This would have been unheard of 3 months ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really I should have gone for a superfast # close. I’ve thought about this before. Something like “hey, I’m sure you get billions of guys hitting on you all the time. I know this. But I’m awesome. Listen, take a crazy chance. Give me your number and I’ll give u call sometime…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I think talk for 2 mins, just so she knows you’re not crazy and get the #.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know, I know. The flake rate is like 90% on this. But, isn’t there a way to do it where it won’t be so high? Does anyone know? Fak.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So … yea.. I didn’t do anything with her sexually. I managed not to even make out with her. Sure, there were some cuddling. I may have felt her titties up. And given her a naked back rub with her in her undies. And she gave me one (hey, she lost it in a poker game, fair and square) … but nothing happened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Am I gay? Am I pussywhipped? Is HbKArate my GF now??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Once I’m actually sleeping with a girl and it’s good… what’s the point? I know fucking some other girl with a rubber will never compare. I won’t know her, wont have the chemistry, and I hate sex with condoms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it becomes pure ego gratification.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s a stupid reason to sleep with girls. It doesn’t actually make you a better man. Or a better person. Or closer to enlightenment. Unless, (as I suppose in my case) you have to go thru it to realize that’s not what you’re life is really about. That makes sense.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Perhaps I’m maturing and realizing I don’t have to sleep with every girl I can?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I dunno. I guess we’ll just see what happens….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Oh. That being said, she’s bisexual and is up for a threesome. Boo ya!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Maybe I haven’t matured &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;much…. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3569569128806146125?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3569569128806146125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3569569128806146125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3569569128806146125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3569569128806146125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-turned-down-sex-wtf.html' title='I Turned down sex. WTF ??'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-3522363846647170108</id><published>2009-06-25T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:05:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wahahah i got yelled at for being naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I got yelled at for being naked in a pool today. That’s right.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was swimming in there with a couple of buddies. I was wearing these terrible old ass raggedy underwear. They were shit. that’s why I wore the for swimming, see? Anyways I’m swimming along and I can feel them coming off. I figure “hey, here’s an opportunity for comedy”&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So I Let them come off. Then after we’ve stopped swimming I’m standing there in the shallow end. I look at my friend’s and say “Guess what fellas!” …. I lift the underwear up. They look puzzled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I jump straight up exposing my nuts and bolts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They scream and recoil in terror. It was funny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Should be the end of the story right? Well, no.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it wasn’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So… as I’d swum around a bit nekked I was actually thinking “this is quite nice!” … all your shit is just free. It feels good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now my friends headed into the sauna. I wanted to do a few more laps to get my heart rate up. So I was all like “yea you guys go ahead. It’s cool.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll be there in a moment” … and I continued with my nekked swimming. Nice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, this man, maybe late 40’s comes in and says “hey buddy, are you a resident?” …. Sure…. “You’re not allowed to swim naked! What unit are you in? If you do it again, I’ll have you banned from the swimming pool. I’m on the board of directors!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now, I pretty much just said it was a joke and that I wouldn’t do it again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now, I must say I’m a little disappointed with my performance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean…. I mean for a professional funny guy, that was a bit weak. But I have to say, being yelled at while you’re naked kinda puts you off a bit. I mean, I was actually covering up my shit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was naked during the yelling. Are you with me here? Now Here’s what I &lt;u&gt;should &lt;/u&gt;have done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;“oh, hey there. Relax. You have to learn to relax. What unit? Why do you want to know that, eh big boy? Hmmm I like you. Do you always chat up naked men in the pool? Look. Let me just get my underwear on… get out of the pool, and we can get to know each other properly. Better yet, why don’t you take your clothes and get in, hmm?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;That’s what should have happened. Damn it. I froze up. Ah well. Next time ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-3522363846647170108?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/3522363846647170108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=3522363846647170108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3522363846647170108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/3522363846647170108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/wahahah-i-got-yelled-at-for-being-naked.html' title='wahahah i got yelled at for being naked'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-7891513197131192374</id><published>2009-06-24T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:04:23.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My immune system is gonna get much better</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;The actual title for this post is "My immune system is a piece of shit" but i'm trying to keep is positive. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Went to see a naturopath today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently, my shit is fucked up!! &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;This isn’t directly game related… actually, fuck that. Of course health is game related. Anyways I’ve spend (so far) $300 in consultations (And it’s not over yet) so I figure I may as well share what I’ve learned. Maybe some of you can benefit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Basically – I decided to see one because I keep getting sick all the time. Like ALL The time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately I’d just had my blood and urine tests from the sex clinic so I had them forwarded over to her. Yay! I kept track of what I was eating last week and we went thru that this week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So now I’m going to be going thru some major changes in diet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;So, if you get sick a lot and you have a shitty ass immune system, this is for you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you’re healthy and don’t get sick, this blog entry is going to be a waste of your motherfucking time, so don’t bother!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ok. Here goes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;First off, I’m eating too much stuff that isn’t great. Not shit. I don’t eat shit. but not great.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like normally I’ll have like pasta and veg, or pasta with meat. Or rice and meat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oatmeal in the morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes French toast or pancakes (on weekends) …. Pita’s… sometimes veggies as snacks etc. basically I wasn’t eating too badly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;BUT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Not enough veggies and fruit. And the wrong kind of veggies. Yep.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m eating mainly peppers, zucchini, eggplant, mushrooms, onions… but she said no more eggplant or peppers. I’m supposed to avoid “nightshade’s” …. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m supposed to have leafy green vegetables. Lots of romaine lettuce, spinash, kiale, swiss chard….&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;3 or 4 cups EVERY DAY!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HALF my plate for lunch AND dinner has to be veggies. Then I can have a quarter carbs (e.g pasta) and a quarter protein … but not any protein! Oh no! I can’t eat red meat more than 1 time per week :( … and no pork! (or maybe she meant 1x per week for either of those) … and chicken, turkey, fish is ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beans are good for protein. Other proteiney things:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nuts, seaweed, seeds, soy products (tofu, soy milk etc) … cereals and grains – rye, brown rice, barley etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’m no supposed to cook with virgin olive oil. It being heated up makes it unstable or some shit (it’s bad cuz lots of smoke comes up if you cook it) and I should only cook with GRAPE SEED oil. (I saw a sex video with a guy masturbating women who said that was the best shit. maybe I can buy it in bulk and use it for both?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Also coconut oil is good. SUPER good for you, takes out free radicals in your system, keeps you young. You should only eat it, u should rub it all over your body. Extra virgin olive oil I put into salads. No more cooking with it! who knew?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Also I’m taking metagenics immucore 3x a day which is mainly zinc, vitamin C and some mushroom extracts… and thyroco for my slow ass thyroid. And vitamin D which is good for thyroid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I am gonna be one heallllllthy mofo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;OH – no meat. That’s gonna be a bitch. I can have red meat once a week. WTF!! But, they put loads of anti bacterial shit into milk and meat which lowers human immune systems. Not good. Arrrghh!!! It’s not permanent, but who knows. Maybe it will take? Once I officially start (after eating up the cheese in my fridge) I’m gonna eat just organic chicken. Mainly. Well…. We’ll see. Fuck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is gonna be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Sigh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-7891513197131192374?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/7891513197131192374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=7891513197131192374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7891513197131192374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/7891513197131192374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-immune-system-is-gonna-get-much.html' title='My immune system is gonna get much better'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4093307339263068847</id><published>2009-06-22T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:01:04.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Laid!! In Canada! OMFG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Spend the entire weekend with HbKarate at her place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a bunch of DVD’s and plans but it came to nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All we got done was a whole lot of fucking. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man that was a lot of fucking. Like 2 days of fucking. I think 4 or 5 times and like 30-40 mins a time. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not bad for a 30 year old. Oh yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;We never even saw one movie. Not one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I mean, wtf? It was just talking, eating, and fucking. I put one movie on… as the credits are rolling I say “u know, probably we’re not gonna get thru this movie. Let’s take our underwear off now just to save time later”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;I took my underwear off, got a hard and, put it in her and fucked her for a half hour. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We never even got thru the credits. Heh. It was soooood luvin too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Oh – I’m slightly shit. I ejaculated twice. But, only for her benefit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first time, she was really close to coming… I knew if I could just go really fast I could set her over. I wanted her to come so I went for it and we came together. But, honestly it was a bit forced so I didn’t really enjoy the orgasm. But it’s cool, I don’t mind taking one for the team. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The second time… I don’t remember. I think once the floodgates open it just goes to shit. AH well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have to cut that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;I brought up with her that we should do the tantric stuff together and she’s up for it!! I’m gonna order that book about tantric and really get into this shit. oh yeah!! It’s the book I tell everyone to get that I never quite read. Heh. Well I’m gonna fucking do this shit now. Oh yea!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;It was really, really good sex. Really good. Like hot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Did I meantion she’s got an awesome body? Like truly truly awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;IT took 5 fucking weeks to get Laid in this shithole city. What the fuck? Bah. I was genuinly busy... and I wasn't really going out of my way as I knew it would come. But still. 5 weeks. WHAT THE FUCK. ARe you serious?? That should never happen. Ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Ah well, it doesn’t matter now. Muahahah.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; I still haven't gone night gaming. amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;Gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4093307339263068847?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4093307339263068847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4093307339263068847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4093307339263068847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4093307339263068847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-laid-in-canada-omfg.html' title='I got Laid!! In Canada! OMFG!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-8158868988150129675</id><published>2009-06-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:47:55.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 5th - comedy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;June 05&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Update:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;well, geekyfunnysexygirl sent me a message, after flaking last week claiming she lost her phone. I ignored it for 3 days. Today I replied with “you are so disorganized! I’ve lost all attraction for you – now I just wanna adopt you and help you get your life together! - “I’m doing a gig tonight at xyz….” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(this is &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;tyler&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; durdens routine… I hate to turn into a routine monkey now but … it was perfect for a really flakey girl!) …. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She sent me 2 messages back saying “I’m sorry you don’t think I am an okay person anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;School has been crazy! I hope you are awesome tonight. I bet you will” … and right after “I might be able to make it. I’ll try my best. See you later comic?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I didn’t reply, and she didn’t show up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I think I vowed not to call her again, or contact her but I’m not sure if that’s the right move. I think one text now saying “show was awesome, where were you?? If you want to meet up, give me a call sometime today and we can arrange something….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;The comedy show went awesome!! Tenmagnet showed up while I was on stage, which was hilarious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t expecting him, and he actually looks a bit like Cajun, who I was expecting. I was like “I KNOW you….” Eventually I realized it was him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Cajun was gonna come with a girl but he flaked. That’s right. CAJUN IS A FLAKE! Ha. Take that buddy. Tenmagnet showed up, so that was something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Well, he probably fucked the girl he was with. He BETTER have!! Hehe it’s ok. I still love him. He’s got an eye patch now. How can you not love someone with an eye patch?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-8158868988150129675?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/8158868988150129675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=8158868988150129675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8158868988150129675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/8158868988150129675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-5th-comedy.html' title='June 5th - comedy!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-5885846094219695344</id><published>2009-06-07T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:59:13.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with 32 year old petite blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Had a date with this blonde that came to my comedy show. I met her in a restaurant… she was with 2 girls and a guy.. I joked around with them all, and before I left just said “hey you guys seem fun, come to my show” and I got her on facebook. She was very receptive on FB and came to my show the other night…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and I got her number after the show.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;We went to a high school musical. (don’t ask)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;… it was ok but we wanted to talk and left half way thru. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was a painful reminder why it’s never a good idea to see a movie, or a play or any of that shit for a date. It’s RETARDED. You can’t talk to her at ALL. What the fuck was I thinking? Well my friend was the pianist for the show which is why I wanted to go. And it was a good cause, but WHAT THE FUCK. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t understand why normal guys would take girls to the movies on a date. Do guys still do that?? Really?? It’s so fucking painful. unless it’s start trek or some shit. or a cool alternative movie, like kung fu or something fun. Horror, u know. Where the girls all grabbing you and shit. that’s ok. But to the shitty ass boring standard &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; movies. NO. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;After we escaped the clutches of high school musical mediocrity……Chatting we actually have some personal (painful) shit in common. She does have a quirky sense of humour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t use anything even resembling game chatting to her. We just talked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well.. putting my hands on her, kissing her neck… kissing her. It all seemed so natural. I guess it’s easy when the girl is into you. No game required&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;The plan was to go to her place but she said at like 9 she turns into a pumpkin at 10… she has to be u at 7am for a meeting. She has a proper job and all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walk her to the car, making out 3 times on the way. the last time on the car.. serious tongue and groping action. These is a chance I could get back to hers but I know it’s not the right move. She has to work, and it’s a virtually a guaranteed lay next week. Why push for it here?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Interesting tho – she’s a good girl. was in a relationship for 10 years (wow) which ended last summer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since then, she’s just dated one guy for a bit. That’s it. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s like a 2 on the partygirl scale. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always feel guilty sleeping with these type of good girls because I know she wants to date properly and all…. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Fuck!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She only dates one guy at a time… she’s never had a one night stand or a fling. Or anything like that. Hhmmmmm. And yet, here we are on date 1 and I know if it was a fri or sat I’d have nailed her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Also: I broke my own non escalation rule (don’t escalate or heavy makeout/grope if you can’t close) … but it felt ok. I guess if there is a real connection (more than just attraction) it’s ok to break the rule….. If the girl likes you it’s ok to make out. If she flakes and I never see her again I’ll feel like an idiot. But… I’m guessing it will be fine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One long date with a couple of bounces and it should be a done deal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’m already thinking how to frame the whole “Dating” thing … or ‘ I don’t want anything serious, etc”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;….i actually mentioned Johnny soporno’s philosophy to her in passing. Like “I have a friend that…” … she wasn’t against it, but said she just was the way she was. Fair enough&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now knowing she wouldn’t want to sleep with me if she knew I was always gonna sleep with other girls, is it wrong to sleep with her and not tell her first? It’s a bit dodgy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may tell her before… but I’ll do it right before I sleep with her so it’s too late. Like I’ll have my thumb in her while licking her clit and I’ll be like “listen, I’m not really looking for anything serious and I don’t wanna mislead you. Should we stop?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Hahahah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;No. I dunno.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I’ll kind of wing it, but I don’t want to hurt the girl. she’s a sweet girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Oh she’s early 30’s and has a fucking stonking hot body. Tiny, 105 pounds, flat stomach, amazing ass. Like really nice. I couldn’t believe it when I grabbed her ass. I was like “holy shit” … I’m not even an ass guy, but &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;It's funny how 32 is an much "older" woman for me. Like, i'm 30 ... but i always date girls in their 20's ... at 32 she's like, and &lt;em&gt;older &lt;/em&gt;lady. you know? it's retarded. like she looks in her 30's... it's weird. i really think i'll be dating girls in their 20's for the next 20 years.  it is what it is... i just like 'em HOT. i'm not saying there aren't hot girls in their 30's. there are. just not many of them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ll ring her in a couple of days and arrange a date… for the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;weekend.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-5885846094219695344?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/5885846094219695344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=5885846094219695344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5885846094219695344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5885846094219695344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-with-32-year-old-petite-blonde.html' title='Date with 32 year old petite blonde'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-2911830393531806869</id><published>2009-06-06T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:49:11.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 06th - massage from a random man - and car game!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;June 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Was downtown in the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Approached one super hottie just makin fun of her outfit. She laughs. Then I come clean “alright,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t care about the outfit. It was all a lie. I just think you’re adorable and It was an excuse to talk to you”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She loves it. she has a fiancée. Fair enough. I actually explain to her my “how many boyfriends do you have” routine and she says it’s great. I ask her if she has any friends that would love me. She says to come with her to this shop she works in. as I go in, the girls in the shop aren’t remotely cute. But I start talking to this really chill guy. He’s a zen shiatsu guy. We talk for like an hour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I make&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;him take a loot at my back. In the 3 mins&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he had on my back I felt awesome and warm and tingly… and in those 3 mins the hottest girls I’ve seen walked by that window. And it felt so good sitting there I just couldn’t bring myself to get up. That was dum. I mean like some SMOKING hot girls walked by. I was like “damn” … I tell him I want a massage right then and he says he need to prepare but to go to his house In about an hour. Sweet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now before you get any ideas, blog readers, let me just say this. I have back issues. I really needed a massage. Ok? Ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way to his house I open this cute Indian looking girl … it was a gay opening. Like “why are you in the subway? It’s awesome outside!” .. and then I called her evil cuz she was drinking starbucks. Chat, blah blah after a couple of stops I’m like “look I have to get off soon. If you think I’m cute you better ask me for my number” and she’s like “what? I’m a girl, you should ask ME for MY number.” … I say “ok what’s your number?” and I get it from her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I ask “now, are you gonna pick up when I call?” … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;She says “I might” … oh and I don’t have voicemail…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ugh. I can see where this is going.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I say “ok, I’ll call you – but only once!!” as I get off the train.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;That was in the moment. I like that. You’re telling them up front, they get one call. hmm…. Maybe an expanded version … like “Girls are flakey and in the moment, bla bla… I’m only gonna call u once”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Hmmm….. dunno if giving them an ultimatum is good lol. But we’ll see what happens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Went out at night with a new friend. Let’s call him… CrazyAsian.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s got game… is in an LTR but it’s open so he can do what he wants. A good spot to be in. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Now, basically it was fucking 12.30 by the time we left for downtown. For the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; night in a row we just wandered around talking to really drunk girls. ugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m actually not even attracted to the majority of these girls. One girl was stonkin hot, 20, and off her face. She can’t even stand straight. What the fuck am I doing talking to her? Sigh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;In one venue where there was karaoke this one girl is giving me ioi’s … I go talk to her. She’s not actually that not… I’m chatting to her out of boredom and some douche comes in like “excuse me” and whisks her away… they were already hooking up and shit. great. I got amogged with a girl I had no interest in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;if I was in a proper set I’d have been outraged … I didn’t even know what to feel lol.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why was she staring at me when she was already hooking up with that guy? Oh year – cuz girls are totally 100% functioning on their emotions in the moment. I knew that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;I’ll tell you what was funny though. At the end of the night, we tried to do “Car game” … so riving around in CrazyAsian’s car trying to give girls a lift that were waiting for cab’s. this was the first time I’ve done this. Now, I know it’s creepy. But it’s fun. Really fun. In fact, because what we’re doing is dodgy/creepy – that MAKES it a challenge, which makes it fun. It’s totally socially unacceptable. We were literally driving around going “hey! Get in the car! We’ll give you a lift! We won’t hurt you. I swear. I haven’t killed anyone since 1996. get in the car!” … it was fucking hilarious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was this one 3 set of girls, 2 of them were cute. We’re like “who are you gonna trust, a stranger in a cab, who wants money for a lift? Or two cute guys who will take you for free? How is this any more dangerous?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Which makes sense, when you think about it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways, we were just being charming and funny and one of the girls was down. Like, she was DOWN. She comes over to the car and is chatting with use… we can see she’s not just wants to get in the car, she wants to FUCK.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her friends eventually dragged her away but it got me thinking – if a 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; girl fell for our charms… they’d have pressured the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; girl to get in the car, right? So we go for a ride, joke around. Say “hey, let’s get some food at XYZ” and after some chow take them to my house for an orgy. I’m sure it happens all the time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;After we pulled away I joke around that I should have just grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the car. It would have been fucking &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hilarious.&lt;/i&gt; Her friends would have FLIPPED OUT as we sped off, her legs kicking out of the window. But, knowing my luck, as I’d have tried to pull her in she’d have whacked her head on the car and fallen onto the pavement. Her friends would be all like “OH MY GOD” and I’d be all like “uhh sorry. It was only a joke!” as we sped off into the distance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Anyways. Car game. We’re gonna try more of that. It really is a good time, because it’s so fucking chodey and creepy. If you can convince some chicks to get in the car with you –you’ve got game. And u may actually get somewhere. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-2911830393531806869?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/2911830393531806869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=2911830393531806869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2911830393531806869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/2911830393531806869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-06th-massage-from-random-man-and.html' title='June 06th - massage from a random man - and car game!!'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-5171663898443126088</id><published>2009-06-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:21:10.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I defeated my AA forever</title><content type='html'>My new article was posted on cliff's list yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "How I defeated AA Forever!" ... we just named that to get people's attention. The real name was .. .shit i can't even remember now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is about not seeing "Sarging" as something you do in real life... its' about incorporating meeting girls into your every day affairs. it's some good work. you can check out the latest issue of cliff's list here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cliffslist.com/node/2222"&gt;http://www.cliffslist.com/node/2222&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Apparently one pua with a blog liked it so much he's already posted the article into his blog. I guess that's good for me, right? Free publicity!! So, for future reference if any of you guys wanna post my shit up somewhere like your blog, that's fine. Just let me know if you stick it somewhere funky like a forum or somethin' - But it's all good. I wanna get the message out to as many guys as possible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Oh, finally i've got my website looking slightly better. Oh yeah.  and I've got an article section up on my site... It's got a few up now, but eventually it will have all of my musings on there, which is pretty cool. I know it's still a cheese site, but take a look and let me know what you think! It's sashapua.com .... i've got a proper web developer who's gonna do something soon which is good.  he said to me "yea your website looks good. For 1998" ... hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-5171663898443126088?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/5171663898443126088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=5171663898443126088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5171663898443126088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/5171663898443126088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-i-defeated-my-aa-forever.html' title='How I defeated my AA forever'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-4487908757220131230</id><published>2009-06-05T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:57:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 04th</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Did one or two sets… only one really that was anything&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;This hot, 19 year old korean girl. again, very shy. VERY shy. But she stuck around for a good 10+ mins… it was tricky… I was digging digging digging. Fuck. I was talking like 90% of the time… but I think she actually wanted to meet up. She’s a geek, been here a year, just does school and chats with&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;her friends on MSN all the time. She NEEDS cock lol. I took her MSN and I’ll find her on there some time soon….. she is a perfect example of one of those girls where… the first guy that LEADS and tries to get her, will get her. That’s all it is. Giving HER my number would never work. Ever. Hehh… if she adds me on msn I’m sure I can get her out to something…. In this case I should have taken her number too … ah well. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really need to come up with something to get shy girls to open up….. I think I did a small cold read actually like “you’re really shy, but you’re really fun when someone gets to know you” but she was too shy even to agree with that. Lol.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Fucking Koreans girls. i’ve slept with a couple of them in London though, and I happen to know they are submissive, horny and eager to please once you get them into bed… it’s just getting past the shyness, damn it!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-4487908757220131230?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/4487908757220131230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=4487908757220131230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4487908757220131230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/4487908757220131230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-04th.html' title='June 04th'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-229299678825693965</id><published>2009-06-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:52:58.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort improving a little...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;June 04&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Last couple of days I did some pretty solid sets. Getting better anyways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On june 3, I did like 3 or 4 sets.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But they were much longer. One was like 15 or 20 mins. I opened this girl on the corner and just went straight into indirect qualification pretty much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just started rambling about the kind of people I like and she was like “yea yea totally” … but, in wasn’t quite right because I already knew she was like that so it’s almost a backwards compliment to her lol. But, it was kinda working. We had a long ass set. She needed to move her car, I walked with her. I actually got in the car with her and she moved it… so I guess she felt pretty confortable with me!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We talked about yoga a lot and about spiritual stuff. In the end she was up for meeting up, but JUST as she was gonna give me her number, I saw that litte tick. Like she played a record, and she goes “oh, uh, you give me your number” … and I was JUST gonna do one of my little “get her number” routines which I know work. But I thought “nah. If she doesn’t want to call me, I don’t want to go after her” … so I said “sure. That suits me just fine…. Take my number” .. and then a moment later “Well… if I see you again, that would be great… have a good one!” and I went on my way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;It was solid. She was ok looking with a pretty good body. I wasn’t too into her. If I was it would have been harder not getting her number….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;K, next set, this cutie in white. Very nice body. Ooh… me and Vince both notice her. I go in direct. Tell her she’s just adorable and I wanted to say hi. She’s like “I recognize you!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;I’m about to reply, all cocky “Well, I am a comedian you know...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;“You do yoga!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;LOL.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Fucking hilarious. She goes to the bikram yoga place I went to for my first week doing yoga. Hiiiiiiilaaaaarious!!! 12 years as a stand up comic, I get recognized for attenting a yoga class. So good chat about yoga … this girl u used to be a hard core alchoholic. She shared a bit about her past actually .. we bonded out our pain and our love for yoga. … I finally used a disqualifier. I was like “you’re cool, I like you. But I think only as a friend. Really I only go for tall girls, you’re just too short!” and she was REALLY happy to hear that, lol. She was like “hey that’s totally cool, I’m not dating anyone for 3 years. I’m taking a break to focus on myself!” .. I’m like “hey that’s awesome… I’ve been doing that for the last month too.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;She actually offered up her email to hang (She couldn’t make my gig on fri) … I took it, and gave her my number and said she should drop me a line.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;She was going to buy shades… I said “cool I’ll come along I need shades too” .. she was like “ok…” then paused and said “actually I should go alone, I’m kind of thinking” .. I said “ok cool!” and buggerd off. I was anxious to do more sets actually so I was ok…. I’m realizing solo daygame is better – you’re always getting in set, and then having to find your friend etc. then u feel guilty if the set takes forever. Actually you’re more free to do whatever you want if you’re alone (including trying for instant dates, and going for the full monty!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Did another set with a girl who was very hot and seemingly nice. But I just couldn’t get her to open up and share. As soon as the set ended she was like “Bye!” … she was just listening out of politeness. Damn.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate those.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think I need to get better at reading oio’s – that’s partially why I get flakes – I don’t read they’re not into me and I keep babbling like an idiot! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Sometimes tho, girls are shy and u have to plow a bit. They won’t give you an ioi … they won’t even talk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Where does one strike the balance between knowing when to eject, and when it’s a shy girl and u need to plow?? Hmmmmmm … we need a formula for this!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Anyways these sets were longer and I really felt a connection with the first two girls…. I think on the right track…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7636287696172021036-229299678825693965?l=sashapua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/feeds/229299678825693965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7636287696172021036&amp;postID=229299678825693965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/229299678825693965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7636287696172021036/posts/default/229299678825693965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sashapua.blogspot.com/2009/04/comfort-improving-little.html' title='Comfort improving a little...'/><author><name>Sasha Pua</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15579170412955417121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nfVVO1PUQB4/SEkrdSZTeSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-RNm_BESI2g/S220/sashaninja.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7636287696172021036.post-8056011279536173393</id><published>2009-06-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:48:55.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviving a dead contact on facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;FAcebook turnaround!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok, I just turned a “Dead” facebook set into a live one. I know lots of you have “Dead” numbers so I thought I’d share what I did….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First, I just send this girl an invite out to one of my comedy shows (but you could invite them out to anything interesting you are doing….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sasha! I'm so sorry I have to work on Friday night:(. I'm going to have the month of July off though so any time you are doing something I can actually come! For now my schedule is really packed. I love comedy shows, please let me know about everything!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wrote back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that include parties / yoga / movie nights? or just comedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your deal anyways. you're one of those "facebook friends" i know nothing about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;what's your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that will do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She wrote back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;what do you love the most? Yoga and Photography&lt;br /&gt;who do you love the most? My parents?&lt;br /&gt;what's your favorite food? Sushi&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in god? Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aha! She’s falle into my trap. I’ve asked her stuff that I can give (at least one) very interesting answer about …. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What do I love the most: Comedy and male/female relations (I write articles about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I love the most: My gran, who just died. If living, all of my friends.... i can't pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: tough one. i think korean food ... they have this thing with veggies and rice and this hot sauce. the best place is actually downtown ... i'm going tommorow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god: recently i discovered re-incarnation - i actually had an "enlightening" where i felt all happy, got a wave of heat thru my body and understood why we're all here. was intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u considered we've all been here before, and will be again? watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EWwzFwUOxA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#800080;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EWwzFwUOxA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hey I recently started doing yoga too!! I did bikram yoda 3 times (almost DIED from the heat!!) and now i'm trying more "normal" yoda at downward dog. i got a 2 week pass - i love it! i have a fucked up back so i'm hoping it will help me long term... i plan on using all the intro offers at all the studios in town ... muhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long u been doing yoda, what type/where do u go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;…
