113 kiss closes for the year. haha wtf who counts that shit. What is your lay count at for the year

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"Fear doesn't exist anywhere except in the mind."

125 K-closes so far. I've mentioned in one of my previous posts that it's my goal to hit 300 K-closes before the end of the year. My lay count for the year so far is 13 different girls. Not sure how many other chicks I've done other stuff with so far this year.

Sunday, May 25, 2014
No game to be had. I bounced to my parents' again and studied all day. The knowledge I have about the human body at this point is incredible, and to think I've only been in medical school for a year. It's awesome. For all the hard work/busy work that med school is, the shit definitely pays off. One of the dopest fields to go into. And it's pretty player to be a doctor. I must say, I'm truly going to be a boss in the next few years.

Anyway the only detail of today that's somewhat related to game is that it's the night before Memorial Day and fucking everybody is out partying. Except VP. Enso and Raymond are hitting up some semi-tweeker pool party in one part of town. Guru is running game Downtown. Consistency and Smith are both in the upscale area (separately, I should add--they don't really know each other, other than through Enso and me). From 8:30 to 9:30 p.m., every single one of my regulars hit me up out of the blue. Dental Student texted first, asking if I wanted to come over/go out with her to party. pFAc asked if I was going out and if I wanted to go to a house party with her and smoke. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With asked if I was going out. And lastly, Splits's drunk ass called, slurring like a motherfucker, asking where I was and for me to come hangout with her in the more upscale part of town. (I should mention that Enso had called earlier and told me he saw Splits hugging up on some motherfucker at this one bar. What else would I expect? Enso even sent a few pictures he managed to snap of her slutty ass and the homie. Goddamn Splits.)

All my girls were out! All my goons were out! I'm not gonna lie. I felt a li'l tempted to hit the town myself, but then I thought Nah, you gotta study, bro. I could miss one night out if it meant passing my first year of medical school. I feel like that's a pretty fair exchange. pFAc called like a motherfucker toward the end of the night and said she was high as a motherfucker too. She asked if I wanted to have sex with her. I said fa sho' but that I had to handle some other stuff, and left it at that. She acted a li'l butthurt. I know, pFac, I know, you want that pipe, but some nights you can't get everything you want.

I hit the sheets around 6 a.m. after a good night of studying and getting my fucking Tesla on. Ten years from now, I'm going to be a fucking boss, guys. Ten years from now...

Overall day: got harassed by my four regulars. Chilled out and studied. After Tuesday (when my exam is), you better believe I'll be hitting game harder than ever before 'cause I'll be on summer vay-kay for five weeks. Stay tuned, dawgs.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
I'm one quarter of a doctor now, bitches. Fuck yeah!

Game is mother-FUCKING GAME!

I went back to my apartment after chilling at my parents' and played some GTA V. Allllllllllll day. Then I found myself thinking Hm, why doesn't I game tonight? I just finished my first year of medical school. What a good idea, VP. What a good idea. Goddamn, you're so fucking smart. So fucking talented, witty, good-looking, awesome. I texted up summa my girls and aksed dhem who wanna come over. pFAc was the first to bite. A'ight, a'ight. Come on over. See you at 9:30.

Chicky showed up at 9:30 on the motherfucking dot, and I brought her up and chilled wiffz her. She had just dyed her hair blonde. Shit looked mad cute actually. Goddamn it, god, why couldn't you have made her fucking taller?! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Fuck that shit. I AM GOD!) We cuddled and listened to some Burial, then pFAc started making out with me. She wanna get to bih-niss, bros. I took dhem jeans and dhem panties off her fat ass and gots tah fuckin'.

Chick must like almonds, pecans, peanuts, cashews, walnuts.

G is g.

I told her I wanted her to come party with us. Really I just wanted a ride. I'm so swift, guys. She drove us to our bar, and I met up with the squad. pFAc had given me a mad hickey, mad visible an' shit. Soon as I showed up, Enso screamed, "What the fuck is that shit?!" and pointed straight at pFAc. Lol. I think he hurt her feelings. Apparently he was talking about my hickey. Dude was drunk.

I left pFAc to go outside and look for game. I ran into Smith, one of the Skater Homies, and Raymond. Raymond was at a table and was wasted as fuck. He kept grabbing me and shaking me. Lol. We hugged a few times. I spotted Smith running mad game on pFAc. I told him to makeout with her, but he never made a move. Ahhhhhh, SMITH! I want that dude to get something. Enso was posting up at the table with some blonde chick who looked mad familiar. I swear I've madeout with that girl in the past. Idk, but something wasn't right.

pFAc grabbed me after maybe 20 minutes and said she wasn't in the mood for a bar/club scene and left. She madeout with me as fuck as the bartenders looked on. I had to hunch over and shit. Gawwwwwwwd-am. I'm 6'2 and shit and chick is tiny. Enso told her she was adorable before she left and that we looked looked cute together and that I talk about her all the time. He said she didn't believe it when he said it so I'm glad for that at least. I grabbed her fat ass and let her peace out.

I went over to the table and chilled with the squad. Enso was chilling with his blonde again. The blonde chick's friend kept dancing by the table. I had a feeling mami was gonna fuck wit' me, and sure enough she turned 'round and grabbed my hand and made me grind wit' her. I looked like fucking Seth in Superbad. After maybe two minutes of that bullshit, I turned her around to grind with me face-to-face, and then I went fo' the makeout. But she pulled away. You kidding, chick? Aw, yadayadayadayadayada. Maybe I shoulda invested my time a li'l mo'. We prolly coulda pulled dhem slutez somewhurr. But VP be gettin' mad stupid when he drink an' shit.

She bounced out, and I went to the patio to chillax wit' Raymond. One homeboy he was chilling with had a girl who kept fucking looking at me. I shoulda stolen her, but again I wasn't thinking and shit. On fucking autopilot. Raymond was stumbling all over the fucking place. Homie couldn't even stand still. I kept putting my arms around him so he wouldn't fall. Mad people were bringing up the hickey on my neck, and I told 'em all 'twas a birth mark. Enso came out and said he madeout with blonde chick. That's it?

Enso, Raymond, and I bounced out at closing time and dropped Raymond off at home. I have no clue how the fuck Enso drove. Dude seemed tossed. I was a li'l tossed myself. Idk wtf. I crashed at Enso's place on the floor. Swags wouldn't cuddle me for some reason. I think my hickey turned her off. Sorry, Swags.

Overall day: banged the fuck out of pFAc. Didn't do anything else. Idk why I didn't game. Goddamn.

Lol... who counts lays either...?

You go out to a bar thinkin of gaming with a woman you're banging...? I would never do that bro. The girls I know would never like that. Since when is getting ousted as a playboy a good thing? Having social proof is one thing... but if u wanna keep pFAc I would suggest not gaming when she's around... I don't know the person, maybe she's cool with it.
Well, there you answered your question.
Exactly. One reason I'm finding it's better to be a little more genuine and less 'playerish/mystery/style/paul janka etc.' You will probably end up with less sluts. I have also had better results with a little more invested time and genuiness.

Not judging though; do what you want with your skills.

He won't listen to those of us who are out in the field with him. Maybe he will to some of the board members.

And what do you define as a "slut"? I'm generally not a fan of the word "slut", mainly because it is completely outdated at this point. Every girl is a slut and every girl is also relationship material. It's how you treat her that will change her behavior.

Thursday, May 29, 2014
I broke my phone today. I fell on it, and the screen wouldn't light up anymore. Gahhhhhhhhh. I had plans for Chick I Used to Be In a Club With to come over at 9. I also had plans to meet up with Enso afterward to run some night. My phone was still on when 9 o'clock rolled around, and the shit kept ringing. I figured it was Girl I Used to Be In a Club With so I went downstairs and found her sitting in the lobby.

We went back upstairs to my apartment. Soon as she got in and sat on my bed, she said she should go. I asked what she was talking about and she singled the hickey on my neck. "What, oh this? It's a birthmark. I've had it every day we've hungout." I told her we'd have more fun if she stayed. She knew I was right so she stayed.

It was a pretty chill night. She brought a bottle of vodka, and we took shots and made mixed drinks. We finished the whole bottle. Gaaaaawd-am. We chilled up in my bed and listened to my dope-ass playlist. She said she was jealous of the hickey on my neck. Sorry, babe. I told her it was from Enso. Then I told her some chick freaked out when she thought my eyebrows were prettier than hers and punched me in the neck. Then I didn't say anything and just started making out with her. That usually does it. We tapped and tapped and tapped. It was pretty fun.

Pretty fun indeed.

I was originally planning on having her give me a ride to wherever Enso was, but somewhere around the fourth shot I completely forgot about the idea. And she was drunk as fuck anyway so I don't think she was planning on leaving. We ended up falling asleep around 2.

Overall day: chilled with and effed Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, broke my phone. I've been thinking more and more about taking a trip around the country next week. Hit up the East Coast, then wrap around the perimeter of the country. That'd be one epic journey of fucking game. I asked Girl I Used to Be in a Club With, and she said she was down to go. She wants to take a trip before leaving for dental school. I also asked pFAc if she was down, and she said she was as well. Not sure how I can play that one off. Fuck it. Maybe I'll just take both of them. I'm gonna talk to the squad too whenever I get a new phone and ask them who's down as well. All you London dudes should book tickets right now and meet up with us in New York.

Friday, May 30, 2014
Girl I Used to Be in a Club With woke me up at 4 a.m. because she had to head home and wanted me to walk her to her car. She's leaving for San Diego today with her parents. I walked her out and madeout with her before she left. Then I went back inside and crashed the fuck back out.

I woke back up around 11 when my phone was ringing like crazy. It kept ringing all day, and I finally made it out, groggy and hungover as a motherfuck and made it to my apartment office to call my mom. I was worried she thought I died or some shit. She came over to my apartment and gave me some old flip phone she had lying around. Goddamn it. I have to use this shit till I can get my phone replaced. Gawwwwww, I'm gonna look like a scrub when I pull this shit out to type in some chick's number. It's the worst time for my goddamn phone to flake out too, right before I'm planning on taking that beastly trip. I lost all my contacts so I don't have anyone's number right now. I'm going silent on those bitches for a while. Everyone's gonna think I died of Pneumocystis pneumonia or something.

I hit up Enso on FB, and he was heading to the upscale part of town with Raymond. I hadn't started getting ready at the time so I didn't meet up with him to catch a ride. I bounced out mad late, around midnight and shit, and hit up my usual part of town. Smith texted me and said he was in the area. This fucking phone sucks so I wasn't paying much attention to it and I never ran into Smith.

There wasn't much game to be had anywhere tonight. Not sure what was going on with that. Sometimes shit slows down a little during the summer because all the students go home and shit. I also don't know what was fucking with me, but I wasn't in the mood to game much. This is my goddamn third day of straight drinking. After a while, that shit starts to fatigue you. I also hadn't eaten all day so I was half a liter away from passing out. I was being a li'l bitchass. I weakly opened a few chicks on the street, but my energy was mad low. I don't even think my voice was audible. I went to one of my bars, and the bartender hooked it up with free beers. Awww, what a gentleman. I talked to him for a minute. Then I peaced out to check out the street.

Some chick kept following me and talking about our matching hickeys. She was not hot so she had no chance of fucking with the god. I'm sure she had a really nice personality. I said fuck this shit after a minute--I needed to eat--so I called my mom and asked if she could come pick me up. She and my brother picked me up and bought me a carne asada burrito. Shit was the best-tasting thing I've ever eaten. I was so fucking hungry. I felt a little guilty after eating it. Fuxx it. The girl working at the restaurant was fucking cute. I was in the back seat and she kept smiling at me from the drive-through window. Fuck yeah. I waved at her like a little kid and smiled as fuck. I wanted to roll down the window and spit mad game in front of my mom. But Mom told me not to embarrass her. Gahhhhhhhhh, my own mom CBed me. Hahahahahahahaha. Had I been with my dad, he woulda said, "Fuck yeah, boy, game dhat shit!"

I went back to my parents' place and watched Vanya on 42nd Street. The room was spinning like I was on salvia and shit. Some random number called. I picked up, and it was Splits's drunk ass. She wanted to hangout, but there was no way for me to pick her up so it wasn't gonna happen. I ended up talking to her for two hours. I'm not sure why the fuck I did that, but fuxx it. She said I'm always mean to her and that all of her friends know of me and my reputation as a manwhore and a jerk. Lol. I don't even know what the fuck Splits is talking about. I've never been mean to that girl. She just can't handle my cockiness. Splits is cool though. Super sarcastic, but I like it. I have an easier time talking to her than I do with pFAc. I say seriously anything to Splits. She asked why I've never taken her on a real date. Hm, maybe because you sleep around even more than VP does, Splits. I told her I'd take her on a date tomorrow. It's never gonna happen. She also asked why I've never given her a compliment, and I told her it's because true love is deeper than complimenting. I told her she was my girlfriend and that I was gonna marry her. Then I told her, "Well, one of my girlfriends." She told me I'm a slut and that she would never be my girlfriend because she absolutely knows I would cheat on her. Lol. Chick's insight is on point.

After two fucking hours of this bullshit, I told her I was going to sleep and that I'd see her tomorrow. The only way I'll see her is if we meet up at the end of the night.

Overall day: behaved like a mark-ass bitch and didn't game shit. Had a two-hour phone call with Splits. I confessed to her that she is known around my crew as Splits. I told her it's better than being known as Hideous Face chick.

I agree with what you're saying. I think though, about being genuine--for me, being like this, is genuine. I think that's the reason my girls tolerate me fucking around. It's a little joke to all of them how much of a player I am. They realize I don't want anything serious, and none of them want anything serious either. Also, from personal experience, I've noticed that the more "playerish" I am, the easier it is to hook girls.

Thanks for the comments, brah.

Saturday, May 31, 2014
I woke up, and my mom took me back to my apartment. I chilled the rest of the day and hit up pFAc to get summa dhat regular booty. She showed up around 7 with a bottle of vodka. Pretty much the same shit as Thursday night with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. Guru and Raymond were hanging out at a casino. I should have bounced to go meet up with them, but after that buzz seeped in I forgot about doing such a thing.

pFAc looked pretty cute. She was wearing a sun dress. Her new hair is sexy on her. We banged out some shots and chilled up in my bed. She told me that she thinks she's gonna start developing feelings for me. Goddamn it. Whenever a girl says something like that, she already has fucking feelings. I'm gonna feel like Taio Cruz when I break that heart.

She also said she hasn't had sex with anyone else since she started having sex with me, and she kept telling me how sexy my face is. I looked in my bathroom mirror. Goddamn. My face really is pretty sexy. We banged out after a while on my table and kitchen counter. My blinds kept blowing open from the AC. I think my neighbors watched the shit go down.

Afterward we got dressed and ready to head out. It was on her to drive. For whatever stupid fucking reason, I invited her to hangout with the squad tonight. Idk why I did that. But it was around 11:30 when we headed out so I knew it was gonna be a fast night. And I figured I needed something to fuck on at the end of the night/in the morning. We got to the bar in the more upscale part of town, took two shots each in the car, and met up with everyone. Enso was wasted as fuck. Raymond was WASTED AS FUCK. Guru was sober as fuck. I don't remember if anyone else from the clique was there. Consistency and Smith were back in my usual part of town. I shoulda bounced there, but I forgot to text both of them back. This fucking flip phone is making me an even worse texter.

The bar was pretty dead. Typical. I saw Enso and Guru walk out with a few other dudes I don't know. I should have ditched pFAc and went to game with them, but I was too busy being Mr. Boyfriend. Fuck was I thinking? I haven't gamed anything like the entire week. I'm gonna have to ramp it up again in June.

At closing time, pFAc and I bounced with Raymond, this one other tatted homeboy, and some blonde chick who was pretty fucking sexy. I should have gamed dhat shit too, bruh. The blonde chick was doing coke on the street when we were walking to pFAc's car. pFAc did some too. Goddamnnnnnnnnnnnn! Raymond sniffed enough to kill fucking Scarface. They offered me to fuck wit' it, but nahhhhhhhhhh, I ain't doing that shit. I did drink the fuck out of the bottle in the car and back at homeboy's house though.

I passed out as fuck with pFAc in homeboy's spare bedroom and cuddled her cute ass.

Overall day: played lover boy with pFAc. I haven't kissed anything new the past three days. Sorry, guys. Game will be back on tight soon, I promise.

Sunday, June 1, 2014
Ah, no fuck before sleep last night. I found myself waking in a bed I did not remember falling asleep in. Beside me lay my pFAc, staring and breathing heavily. She didn't have morning breath, which I found odd and beyond sexy. Awwwww, so adorable. Her new hair all messy and pulled. Looked like she had a good dream. The god. That Freddy Krueger effect. Dramatic dreams carrying over to real life and shit. Reality seeping in to influence dreams. I didn't cuddle her in Tatted Homie's bed after waking, because that detrusor was creeping up on my nervous system. Austin Powers. Long nap.

My soft, soft, sweet precious Fat Ass chick woke me after five hours. I thought to myself what a joy for being able to sleep so long but then remembered five isn't enough to sleep off a cokeover and hangover (the cokeover hers, the hangover both of ours).

We bounced out. Raymond was passed out on the couch, mouth open as fuck. It was a bright-ass, hot-ass day outside. pFAc drove me back to the cribbo. She had left her sunglasses inside my apartment. She came up to get them.

We chilled in my bed and got to talking. She said she misses me when I'm not around, when I don't call or text to say hello, when I'm not occupying her presence with a schlong and a sip of beer. She said she knew I was the one when I informed her of my travels around the nation by train. She wants my pregnancy, my ring finger, a key to my apartment, conjoined checkings accounts. I want her sex immensely, her cuddle in balance, her affection none whatsoever. I want her epiphyseal lines to reverse and proliferate again. I want her to surge a Robert Wadlow spurt for three years.

After a minute of all this talk, I knew what time it was. She knew as well as I did. We gots tah kissing and touchin', lickin' an' fuckin', all over my goddamn apartment.

Midway through fucking pFAc, I got a call from Girl I Used to Be In a Club With regarding our upcoming trip this week. I talked to her for about five minutes, ego boost on high. Girl I Used to Be In a Club With said I was breathing hard. I told her I was walking my neighbor's dog. She replied my building doesn't allow pets, and I told her I was up to other things then and left it at that. pFAc smiled. Oh, pFAc, if only you knew who I was speaking to.

After the phone call and busting pFAc, I cuddled with her for a minute, then got ready to walk her out. She said she still wants to come on my trip with me, but I don't know how I could swing it bringing two of my regulars. I feel bad, but I think pFAc's gonna have to sit this one out. Maybe I'll get bold as fuck and invite them both along, but Idk. I gave her my copy of Ulysses for her to read. I'm sure she ain't gonna understand that shit. Then I walked her out and madeout with her before she left. I bounced to my parents' for the rest of the day. I hadn't eaten much the past two days so I needed to re-up. Enso and Guru were running day game, but I wasn't feeling up for it.

Overall day: banged out pFAc in some (mind you) very hot ways. (Those deets belong to VP.) None much else. I'm leaving for my trip on Tuesday with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. We're hitting the West Coast first to check out San Fran, then mobbing north toward Portland and Seattle (to blaze summa dhat legal weed ), then east from there to Chi-Town and Boston; down the East Coast to New York, Philly, Baltimore, D.C., VA Beach, Miami and all the other FL cities; then up to Atlanta, NOLA, Houston (where I have two girls waiting for me), Austin, and maybe Denver (to blaze more legal weed). This will be one epic fucking journey regarding everything goes as planned, or possibly even more epic than ever regarding everything does not go as planned. I'm bringing Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, but you best believe I'm taking every opportunity I gets to get away and run game. I have friends sprinkled around the country who I plan on seeing and getting my Kerouac on with. Stay tuned, players, this one should be epic.

Well, it wasn't my definition, I was using because you used it, seemingly out of distaste for a woman you got with, hooking up with another guy. The point was if they are too easy for you, you might want to reconsider. Just an idea though. I'm not gonna tell you to go or not go for 'sluts.'

For example, one of the women I'm seeing has 2 children by 2 different men (yea I know not ideal but she's hot and I don't deal with the kids). What do you think I think when I put it in her?
If that works then it works, and to your own ends. No one can argue that. We are in two totally different places, and I'm not sure what your target population is, but it sounds like around college age. I imagine that for certain types of women, being playerish works well.

You've probably never game in San Antonio, and on top of that I wouldn't recommend it. It's very Hispanic in culture, which by nature most hispanics are religious/conservative when it comes to relationships. As another example, I'm dating a woman that lives with her parents, and can't leave the house until married. Being 'playerish' with these types will most likely blow you out.

Monday, June 2, 2014
It was Enso's birthday. I met up with him and one of his homies to run some birthday game and because I'm leaving on my trip tomorrow and won't see the dude for a while, but, being as it was a Monday, it was dead as hell. We opened a two set at a sub shop, who I could immediately tell was a dead set. We bounced out around closing time, and I went home to get some sleep. I'm leaving tomorrow for San Francisco with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With.

Overall day: nothing.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014
I bounced out with Girl I Used to Be In a Club With to head to San Francisco. We passed through L.A. and Santa Barbara before arriving in San Fran. Santa Barbara is gorgeous, but very quiet. This is my first time in San Fran, and we're staying at a pretty sick hostel. I've already spotted several cute chicks. We're gonna check out the city tomorrow and go out partying at the end of the night. I'm not sure how long we're staying in SF because we want to make it up to Portland and Seattle before the weekend. I also don't know how often I'll be able to post or how in depth I'll be able to make my FRs (since I'll be limited on time), but I'll try to post as often as possible and include as many relevant details as I can. I should also mention that pFAc got mad when I left without her today. Sorry, pFAc. I wanted to bring you, but I just couldn't figure out a way to bring the two of you. Didn't want any jealousy ruining my trip.

Overall day: was in the car for about 12 hours. Arrived in SF around 1 a.m. Gonna get some sleep so that I'll be well-rested for tomorrow.