Gotta Respect Your Fans

Two eighteen year olds in this junior department store. I talk to them, making them giggle and laugh for like 10 minutes and then they're just like, “Okay nice talking to you but we're busy.” Fucking whatever, girls.

I go up to some chick who's shopping, trying to convince her that she doesn't need to buy another pair of pants. After a warm start where she's laughing, she's like “Ok listen, why don't you fucking mind your own business, I don't need your opinion. And learn to speak French if you want to talk to me.” Whatever, man.

I try two blonds in another department store. I straight up crash in the most hilarious way. I tell them they don't need to buy me jewelery and they chuckle but quickly try to ignore me. I was trying to be in the moment, and I wanted to say whatever I felt like and prove to myself that all this bs doesn't mean shit. So I start saying random words: “Purple vanilla dishwasher ... etc.” all with solid eye contact. They're like WTF, but in a non-creeped out way, maybe even a bit amused.

I even opened some girl who told me that I was opening her for the third time and could I please fuck off ASAP cause her boyfriend's a kickboxer (man, women really will say any garbage to attempt to bring you down, what a joke).

So obviously at this point I realize that something's up with my vibe. The day before I exchanged numbers in the mall with extremely hot chicks, some without even trying. I go back to my downtown office, put on a song and tell myself how fucking amazingly awesome I am and how perfect my life is. I do this for 10 minutes and already I feel it made the difference.

I go up to a girl in another store and get a cool 10 minute conversation out of her. She was a bit below my standards, but it “confirmed” my pimp reality (she was saying how cool and adventurous I was). I was like cool.

So eventually I hit on this hot black girl: HBCaribbean (not used to hitting on black chicks, but this one definitely stood out with a kicking body and style). I'm not gonna lie, she opened right up without any resistance. In fact, because she believed I was so hot, I only had to be nice to her and nothing else (gotta respect your fans, yo). She told me she loves white guys, after 1 minute I'm like, “Wanna grab a beer?” and lead her to my typical spot where the barman knows me.

We talk but obviously have little to nothing in common, so I go for the kiss and she pulls away. I laugh, act cool and relaxed, I tell her how I wish I were black sometimes and that I'm planning on being single for a good long while. Later I tell her I'm going back to my place before heading out to a party, and I'm gonna pre-drink and that she's welcome to come (for the pre-drinking). So she agrees and we're off. She wants to watch a movie, I tell her to grab one while I take care of a few things. The TV's in my bedroom, obviously.

So anyway 10 minutes into the movie, I take off her clothes but she LMR's me when I try to take off her leggings. I just mount her and stick my cock in her mouth. She gives me awesome head. Hadn't jacked off in two weeks so I was literally pissing cum in her mouth without an actual orgasm. My frame was so boss that I didn't care. I take off her leggings finally and she gives me just a lil bit of resistance but I get it on after just a bit.

So anyway, once that's done I shower, call my friend to go to this party with my nerdy business school buddies (the guy who invited me earlier in the week told me that there will be sorority girls there). It's 10:30, so I tell the girl I gotta go to my friend's party now and she's like “What ?” and I totally keep the same cool upbeat vibe and I'm like, “Yeah girl, it's his birthday party, gotta go show my respect, know what I'm sayin' ?” and she's like “Ooh, okay ! Where is it ?” and I'm like, “It's way too far for you. Don't worry, girl, Ima take care of you, I'll get you a cab back to your place.” So I do that, while calling for another one to the party. I grab my friend on the way.

In the cab, I keep the vibe up by reminding myself how I'm more boss than boss and that chicks dig me hardcore. I get to the party with super high dominant but cool vibe. There's like 3 chicks though and two are basically unbangable (won't get into that here). Still, I'm having a good time being my no shit self talking to everyone.

At some point two of the girls talk about swallowing. They were saying how swallowing is actually less nasty than spitting cause you actually taste the cum less and don't have to get up and find where to spit. I'm like, “What's hot is when the chick spits it back on your cock.” (I really felt that way about it actually, but now that I think about it...lol.) One of the girls (HBVitera) is like “Wow, no, that's fucked up, I'd only do that to a guy I hate,” and I'm like, “Well I hope you hate me, because I like that.” The whole group was shocked, but I totally ignore this and continue right on talking in the exact same tone and body language about something else, making what I just said sound completely normal and reasonable.

At this point I ask the host (one of the girls) if there are more chicks coming, and she says maybe one more (which isn't bangable really), so I'm like “Okay, I might be off clubbing or some shit.” I decide to take a breather and just shoot the shit with my finance buddies. I get one of the girls to qualify herself to one of them: “Yo girl, this guy's making 6 figs, I know you find that hot (we joked about it earlier), so why don't you tell him what makes you a special girl so he can give you a shot ?”

She gets into it, but her friend (HBVitera) hears this and she's like: “Dude, I know you think being a douchebag asshole to chicks will get you laid, but if you continue with this attitude, I'm gonna ask you to leave.”

I was like “Wha ?” and my two friends (who find me amusing) right away defend me, telling her I'm cool and I'm always like this. The only problem I had with her statement was this: “Girl, if you want me to leave that's totally cool, but I want you to know that I am always intense, chicks have nothing to do with it.” My friends keep saying I'm cool but it's getting a bit pathetic and I tell one of them, “Dude, it's okay man ! I'm an intense motherfuck.” I go up to the chick and put my arm around her saying, “Babe it's cool,” and she pushes me off saying “Don't call me babe !” I laugh (this whole time my vibe did not change. Thanks to being rejected a lot, I don't give a fuck anymore about shit like this, plus it was a sausage fest).

I just put on my shoes and coat, give props to my two friends, they tell me to stay again and I'm like (in my usual loud voice) “Nah bro, you guys don't need me to keep this party going, I'm just a vampire.” (They laugh.) I go up to HBVitera, put my arm around her again (no resistance this time) and say, “Don't worry, you're a good girl, okay ?” and she's like, “Okay ...” in almost a sad tone (I think she realized she might have been overreacting).

So I just take a cab alone to my usual Friday club, reminding myself how awesome I am once again. I get there, see a hot slim girl I made out with once but couldn't bounce for the lay (about 3 weeks ago). She says she doesn't recognize me. I'm like, “Aww man, I thought I was special ? I guess you were just using me ...” and then she's like, “Ohh ! Now I remember,” and we start making out. She compliments me on my kissing, telling me I've still “got it.” We dance, make out, share stories, everything's chill.

She keeps telling me how unexpected it is to see me again. (Back story: when I made out with her the first time I told her to get her coat and bounce with me. When she refused I just stopped making out with her and ignored her the whole night lol.) She asks me why I'm alone. I tell her straight up that I was too intense for my chode friend's party and some chick got all pissy so I bounced. I tell her at some point: “Yo listen, if anything happens, I want you to know I'm a virgin, so you better take it easy on me.” (Credit: theMack.)

Anyway, one hour in I get bored from just grinding and making out. Tell her I'm heading home to end my night with a champagne bottle. A few logistical questions later we grab our coats. Once outside she's like, “We're not going to your place, let's go to my hotel. Wait ... why am I taking you to my hotel ? I don't have anything except rum and 7up.” I'm like, “Wow, rum and 7up ? That's like the drink I never tried or even thought of trying (in a sarcastic way). Hope it's good so you can continue seducing me.”

Anyway, once there we talk for 10 minutes and get down to business. She's good and open minded ... so much so that an hour in I straight up stick it in her ass and give her anal (my first spontaneous anal). Once it's over I pass out. I wake up in the middle of the night for seconds.

Continental breakfast in the morning. Now going to the mall for some day game.

Anyway, point of the story: as you can see, nothing out of this world in terms of exchanges, but I think the best thing I learned was keeping your state up even in the face of bullshit situations. That getting-kicked-out-of-the-party would have totally killed me years ago, now it felt no worse than getting blown out from a set In fact, my reaction to that is actually the proudest part of my night: be cool, but never take shit. You are the boss. If people are too dumb to realize this, don't try to convince them otherwise or win their approval (that's evidence to you and them that you're not the boss). Just don't waste your time with them (you can see why people with this mindset are successful with women, but often less successful with work / career).

See, I should be thanking HBVitera for kicking me out, or else I wouldn't have boned the second girl and just stayed choding around at that lame party of hers. The mental state is this: I will do and say anything to stay in state and give chicks the opportunity to put their lips on my cock.

There are a lot of things to take into consideration when it comes to gaming and getting laid, that's for sure. One of the hardest things to master is just what I spoke about: doing almost anything in order to stay in state. Going into “beast mode,” seeing the world as your oyster, making no excuses for who you are, what you want and what you believe.

I have come to realize that pickup is all about state. Some people in this world are genuine masters of being in state. They could be on their last dollar with a mountain of debt, wearing the same shirt for weeks on end, having their hair fall off, and it wouldn't matter because for them the feeling great in the now, in the moment, is infinitely more important than what will be tomorrow (ie: the long term). This will very often get them laid a lot and quickly because they are 100% present, real and in the moment, true to themselves in every way.

I came out of that party feeling powerful and with no regrets. I responded in a cool and positive way for my definition of what's cool and positive given the situation. Despite being asked to leave, I still had the heart to appreciate and show respect (the way I do) to HBVitera. I feel I did nothing wrong and stand by it. I am who I am, that's a given, and if my presence isn't appreciated, I will not impose it, but I will not make excuses for it or change it. Maintaining my state at that point was way more important to me than making sure everyone thought I was a nice guy.

Keep in mind however that balance in life is priceless and you better believe I would never and have never acted this way around my work colleagues or boss (or anyone in my company). I am the boss and I am the most amazing man in the world outside of work (and family to some extent). But at my job, I am the most amazing employee. In a work environment, one cannot be carefree to that extreme and expect no consequences.

I have put in a lot of effort into my career. I wake up at 6 am every weekday and work 60 hours a week. I have created my moat and I will protect it. My bosses and colleagues are not to be mixed in with my goals of getting laid. I have made and continue to make a lot of sacrifices for my career. As far as I am concerned, that is taken care of. Given the large place it already takes in my life (and the relatively large benefit I get from it in a long term resources perspective), I am content to organize the rest of my free time (especially when I'm out sarging) on what I want: getting laid.

That said, my college buddies are my college buddies and they (as well as anyone else) will be my buddies insofar as they accept my persona outside of work. Many do, and they enjoy my company (some more than others, obviously), but many do not. HBVitera did not, and happened to be the host of that particular party. HBVitera is not a key person in my career or social circle. I can only be my own unapologetic and irreverent self around her, and let her make the decision of whether she wants to be with me or not.

Sure, there are downfalls and negative sides to this. I maintain that I came with a strong but relatively cool and positive energy. I could work on being more positive (that's one thing), but it's hard to balance positive with unapologetic sometimes, and people who disagree with you may feel threatened by your strong dominant presence. That's the risk everyone faces when they create attraction: you can't go out with the mindset of having a girl want to come home with you without some girls feeling like you're a douchebag that just wants to get laid and couldn't care less.

Honey, I am that (minus the douchebag) and there's a demand for men like me (and a very strong demand for me) tonight. I am not here to be your buddy, buy you dinner, cuddle, work on a project, or network with you. I'm here with one offer: sex. Two women took me up on that offer that night; one didn't, and felt offended that I saw little value in her if sex wasn't on the table. This isn't a work colleague, though. This is someone who isn't in my industry and has no influence on my life. She's a cold approach for all I know.

I have the luxury (and it's likely no coincidence given who I am) to be in a male dominated industry, and I feel most guys respect my honesty as well as my goals. I am sorry, but there are still (hypocritically) a lot of women out there who will get straight up offended when you communicate that you are basically only interested in getting laid. Many of the girls I had sex with were at first offended by that, too. That's the cost of getting what you want in this game. We are not the polite gentlemen hunting foxes with our hounds. Pick-up inherently has a lot grimy and sticky situations. You attempt to make my decision look like a mistake, but the results, in hindsight and and the bottom line effect on my everyday life and career (ie: none), say otherwise.

I'll have you know that HBVitera and her friends are your typical Sex In The City power businesswoman stereotypes who love, straight up love telling stories about how they humiliate the men they use for sex, often to intimidate their male counterparts at parties and cocktails and gain their respect. They aren't a particularly pleasant energy in my life. Again, risks were taken, but nothing was lost. Au contraire in my opinion. You could see this as burning useless bridges in order to focus on building something greater. My friends still like me and were not at all surprised by anything they saw that night. HBVitera was never a friend and I don't regret not having her as one either. Maybe one day she will be in a position of power and I will regret this particular encounter, but if I thought that way, I'd be handling every girl I met with kitten gloves just to be on the safe side and my sex life would be shit: now how many newcomers relate to that ?

In conclusion, don't shit where you eat. I didn't (yet). No doubt the risk is there, but this wasn't the case. Thankfully, as the expression goes, there are no women in finance.