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| Hey, I am about to rock your fucking world. My life has been flipped topsy-turvy lately with the loss of my laptop and the crack lab that is the "Hammer" computer lab during finals week, (It is 5:27 am over here in chilly New York, by the way) but I was just talking with my good buddy Orleans, and have a pretty crucial point to share with you... that I am almost positive your father forgot to teach you. I am sure he had good intentions, and it was just the stressful, 10-hour workdays... not the double-whiskeys in a rocks glass. Honest. Before we get to that, however, let me tell you about one of the crazy testosterone-laced adventures Orleans has dragged me into over the years. (Sorry in advance, good buddy.) You see, we got to talking one day after I stalked him down (with a flurry of mean-spirited Personal Messages) after I had read he was the "Greatest Pickup Artist Under 21" on a competitors forum that I would probably get banned from here permanently for linking to... and that I already have been banned from. (Four fucking times, those homos) And it is 100% wholly the fault of this 5-foot 6-inch Canadian man with boyish features and the UNCANNY ability to piss off pretty much anyone within 4 to 6 miles, when he tries. In fact, he single handedly brought out a vicious, razor blade, biting sarcastic wit in me that occasionally made the neighbor's 4 year old, 195 lb German Shepard wet itself with it's tail between it's legs. It got to the point where I could not sit down at the dinner table and have a civil conversation with my father, and every time my (then) girlfriend would call, it would end in my Favorite sentence of all time, "God, You're Such An Asshole." So why would I allow myself to be subjected to this sadistic, conniving, little man who brought out the evilest parts of my incredibly witty mind? Great question. It's because... ...I was getting fucking fantastic results with EVERYONE. Not just women... We would set-up online chats with women we had just exchanged ONE email with, or had merely passed her page on plentyoffish, and would have them saying things like... ..."I want you both to fuck me, at the same time"... And we would do this, in sometimes as little as Ten Minutes. After meeting him, I would walk into service centers, post-offices, malls... even Teacher's Offices and DEMAND exactly what I needed. I would make bold statements, put my point bluntly, make erratic "over the top" demands that really were just one step short of asking for the moon... And I got them, every time. My fucking GPA went up a whole half of a point... and it was Already at a comfortable 3.3. I had my first bathroom pull, two hour close, one hour close, thirty minute close... Ten Minute Close... and saw them all the next day, the day after, the day after, etc. And it all came down to the simple fact that, no matter how much I hated the crazy Rewok he brought out in me (And, I know for a Fact he hates me for the exact same reason), I learned how to really, truly, sharpen my fangs. What is the most crucial thing in any inter-personal interaction? Confidence. Period. There is no escaping this priori truth, and any attempts will leave you Edgar Allen Poe'd in some remote cobble stone alleyway with a smile on your face and a paper-bagged bottle in your hand. It goes by a suare of pseudonyms. Confidence. Balls. "Pull The Trigger" This is PU101. But the fact of the matter is, most guys do NOT understand what confidence really has the potential to get you. Does this sound familiar? Because I am going to bet you one-billion Rewok dollars (Redeemable for tons of stuff from Happy Face PMs to Free Lapdances on Orleans' credit card) that a lot of head nodding is going to happen very soon. Imagine yourself in a bar, and you see an extremely attractive woman staring right at you. Not looking, not attempting to make eye-contact, just fucking Staring two quarter-sized holes into your head that would make Ghandi blush. Pure Intention. What is the confident thing to do? Now, I am going to show my hand right now and guess that a vast majority of you said the confident thing would be to go up to her, smoothly with a James Bond swagger and introduce yourself... start up a conversation... buy her a drink... whatever. This is exactly where your father failed you, but I will take full responsibility as well. I obviously have not bashed your full potential into your skull, numbnuts. (It's cool, I say this as King Of The Ex-Numbnuts) Of course that approach was smooth, and in all likelihood a hell of a lot more successful than the one I am about to describe to you... but did it realize the full potential of her unabashed desire for you? No. It did not. And therefore it was not the Most confident thing you could have done. I am telling you, directly and specifically, that the next time a woman makes full, unwavering eye-contact from across the bar, you walk straight up to her (With your James Bond swagger on high) plant into a position just a bit in her personal space so she can FEEL the same desire she showed you reflected back onto her, give her a small, knowing smile... ...Wrap your arm around her waist, lean her into you, and go for it. Will it work all the time? Not a chance in hell, but will it ever... Ever... leave you wondering what "Could Have Been" or "Should Have Been" in your Post-Game Analysis with the roomies over a few cold ones before you nod off? No. Fucking. Way. Be bold. Take risks. Fuck up. But most importantly, learn from Experience. Earn your keep fellas... when you go out on a limb that most men will never attempt to tread, the MINIMUM reward is that people will look at you different. You become "The Guy Who Takes Risks"... "The Guy Who Leads"... "The Guy Who Deserves"... ...And the sexiest guy she has met in the past three hours. Because when it comes down to it... If you are one of the handful of people actually making decisions, there is nothing in the world that is impossible. You have the potential to get Exactly and ONLY what you ask for... what you Desire... what you Demand. So aim high. Sharpen your fangs. Noone ever achieved greatness with a shy smirk asking his woman, "Well... I was just curious... Where exactly do we stand?" You are welcome. Daddy loves you, -Rewok
__________________ *Mr. Marvel of the Sinister Sixx* "I talk to women like I'm famous; like by looking in my fucking eyes they should recognise what my name is.." "Words have their consequences when they're spoken to me, be careful when you're writing checks. Don't you question how I stand above you." |
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| Excellent post of glory. Its funny you said what you said above, after I got cockblocked by an aquaintence who made out for hours with a girl after he took advantage of me getting her BT up and hence the cockblock that followed, the next day he called the girl and asked her that very same line above and she told him this "you are very cool but it was just a in the moment type thing sorry" Last edited by Domino : 05-06-2008 at 04:28 PM. |
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| Hey ReWok I'm glad we have guys like you here to give us two cents, well you gave a whole quarter and now I'm giving your change back (a thank you and an appreciation of that.) Take risks, go for it even if it means fucking up, whether you're in and out, going balls in gains you confidence and it radiates, and it spills over. Like a glass, being continously filled with water, the water leaks out because there's so much, like confidences, it leaks out. |
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| Rewok. I love you man. I think it could really come down to one thing and I repeat this time after time to my students. "Learn to make radical decisions. Just LET GO" Once you're able to LET GO and do the unthinkable, suddenly everythingthat seemed hard to earn becomes incredibly easy. Kudos man.
__________________ I meant every single thing written above. Sincerely, Daniel www.pualifestyle.com/blog www.pualifestyle.com/forum - Become a well grounded person all around www.youtube.com/ModernManLifestyle - The Channel of Personal Growth |
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| Great post ReWok!! Quote:
And I really like this Lester |
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| Why am I an asshole?
__________________ *Mr. Marvel of the Sinister Sixx* "I talk to women like I'm famous; like by looking in my fucking eyes they should recognise what my name is.." "Words have their consequences when they're spoken to me, be careful when you're writing checks. Don't you question how I stand above you." |
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| Magnums are for champions.
__________________ *Mr. Marvel of the Sinister Sixx* "I talk to women like I'm famous; like by looking in my fucking eyes they should recognise what my name is.." "Words have their consequences when they're spoken to me, be careful when you're writing checks. Don't you question how I stand above you." |
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| So, Rewok, you better be ready for me in the summer. I'll be like you to Orleans, but instead, it's me bothering you until we hit up a spot in NYC and rip apart the place. But you can watch... OK, JK. But we're still going to rip a fuckin' place apart.MAGNUM MODE ON! :P |
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