Word, #truth. pFAc sounds like she's playing that typical girl validation seeking bullshit that's so common. Don't blame her for it, it's only human and pretty much every single girl does it in some form or another.

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Yeah, dude, every girl does this shit. I read that you're in CO. Too bad I'm not stopping through there on my trip. I was planning on it because I have a few friends in Denver, but I ended up running out of time for the summer. Good FRs btw, bro.

Hey thanks man, if you ever come through CO again, lemme know you can crash at my place and we can go out and lay waste to the town. Love reading your adventures, too, that passing out on the beach and getting robbed, tho. Ouch.

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Quick update before I post my FR for yesterday. I'm in San Antonio right now. I know one of the homies who commented on my thread said he was here. I'm too lazy to scroll through the pages to see who it was again. Hmu if you see this.

Sunday, June 29, 2014
I kept waking up in the middle of the night. I had a dream that Joey fucked some girl I was talking to. We were at a party at his house, and he kept trying to swoop in on her, but she kept deflecting his moves. Then I lost her somewhere. I ended up running into pFAc at the party, and we went outside to examine the weather. We climbed this weird fort thing Joey had in his backyard, and, from there, I looked down and saw Joey banging my chick before busting a facial on her. He caught me looking, flipped me off, and screamed, "FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!"

I had another weird dream where Girl I Used to Be In a Club With told me to stop talking in my sleep. I rolled over and realized it wasn't Girl I Used to Be In a Club With but pFAc. pFAc told me to stop talking in my sleep and that everything was okay. Then I woke for real and was actually groaning in real life. I looked at pFAc sleeping beside me and she was staring at me with wide-open eyes, smirking. I put my arm around her and continued looking at her. Then I woke up a little more and realized something wasn't right. I refocused my eyes and saw that I was looking at the back of pFAc's head. I was staring at her hair, but, if I refocused back and forth, I could still see her eyes staring at me. It weirded me out, but I went back to sleep after a minute. Those spirits were trying to fuck with me.

We woke up late as fuck again and checked out 30 minutes late. We went to St. Louis Cemetery Number 1 and walked around it. Goddamn, the South is humid as fuck. I live in the hottest big city in America, but, goddamn, humidity is nothing to fuck with! The cemetery is very cool though. It'd be dope as shit to explore it at night.

We drove around the French Quarter for a minute after that. Yeah, NOLA is just as ugly during the day as it is in the night. We left that ho of a city and that slut of a state and made it to Texas. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, such another perfect state! Nothing but flat, hideous plains and people who say "y'all" more than they do "the". I'm pretty used to Texas at this point though. I used to work for a company that was headquartered here so I'd come here several times a year.

We passed through Houston. I have two friends there who I want to fuck so badly. One of them is a girl I knew from undergrad who has the big C. I really wanted to see her actually, not even to game. She's honestly the best girl I've ever met. I'd marry her. It'd be a true Nicholas Sparks movie. Real life A Walk to Remember shit. No joke. But she was busy with family so I couldn't see her today. It made me feel bad. My other friend, who I also want to somewhat marry, didn't reply to my FB message until I was already out of the Houston metro. Sorry, babe. I'll get to them ovaries in the future.

pFAc and I crossed those plains and made it to Austin. I've heard Austin is dope. One of my wings gamed as fuck there and said it's sick. It's where the first season of The Pickup Artist was filmed after all. We never got around to checking out the town though or Sixth Street. I wanted to see if it could top our strip back home. (We have the biggest university/number one party school in the country at home btw.)

We ended up buying a 30 pack, getting some sammiches, and going back to our hotel to drink and hangout. These goddamn Southern states have terrible alcohol laws btw. You can't buy hard alcohol anywhere except fucking liquor stores! Which close at 9 p.m.!

We went outside to smoke and got to talking. We talked more about my "slutty reputation". She said she isn't comfortable with that shit. I played it off well though. Not that there's anything to play off. But I'm a goddamn egomaniac, and I like hearing people talk about me, so I kept that shit going. She said she can't stand that she's found used condoms in my apartment, that she's found a bra in my apartment, that she's seen me makeout with a girl in front of her. I kept repeating "middle man, middle man?" and laughing. She asked what that meant, but I didn't tell her. If you guys remember, I posted up one night when pFAc was buying me a beer and kept swapping between making out with her and another girl. Enso was there and saw the whole thing go down. pFAc said that, if we were to go out, I'd have to dedicate more time to her. She said I'll have to spend at least a few weekends with her. She said I love my squad too much and that I could never give them up. I told her they'd probably be happy if she stole me away from them. Lol. She also said she knows the type of guy I am based on the way my squad is. She said her best friend is a guy and that she knows how guys are. I told her she has no idea what we are [the squad] or what she's up against, that she's never met a guy who's quite like us. She said I was probably right and that we're the very worst type of guys there are and that that was based on what she could imagine. She said she couldn't really imagine the things we actually do.

We went back inside around 3 a.m. and went raw again. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'd like to say I don't know why I do the things I do, like go raw with sluts and party so much and shit, but I know exactly why I do them, and that is because I want to. I want to do these things. These things are what make me me. I love to party. I love to live somewhat recklessly. I love the way raw feels. I look at things like working five days a week or more--I know that's my future--but, for right now, I prefer this. I prefer my lifestyle. I don't care about what's going to happen five years, ten years from now. I don't care that shit can go wrong any minute, any second. Everything works out for people like me. I take advantage of shit. I take advantage of shit. And it always come to, one moment, either now or later. This is what it means to be a boss, players, this is what it means.

Overall day: had a good ol' come-to with my precious Fat Ass chick and banged her out and banged her out raw and raw and raw and raw and raw and raw. Tryin' to get on that Tyler status. Tryin' to get on that Guru status. Tryin' to get on that Enso status. Tryin' to get on that Maury status.

It's coming.

Monday, June 30, 2014
Ooooooh. Ooooooh. We wokesed up late again, checksed out late again, didn't fucksed out late again. But I tried to. You better believes I tried to. Got my fingers all up in that fucking shit, but she wa'n't down 'cause we had to peace out the hotel. I threw the keys in the goddamn concierge's face, had pFAc pick up my bags and place them in my trunk, handed her the car keys, and downed five beers before heading out of Austin. We were approaching the last two nights of this epic trip, and I was gonna do things the way I wanted.

I copped an energy drink and got jittery as fuck, then fell asleep 20 minutes later. When I woke, still buzzed as fuck, pFAc said it was nice to enjoy some quiet. I should mention I talk and talk and talk. One of the things that makes VP such a baller. With my girls, there is no filter. I say whatever the fuck stupid shit pops into my head. Be unapologetic, be the pimp, be the gangster. YOU do and say what YOU want to do and say. You DON'T do and say what you THINK she wants you to do and say.

Mami drove us down to Corpus Christi because she's a big Selena fan and wanted to check out her museum and gravesite. The museum is in this little shitty warehouse that looks like it'd sell signs and shit. I don't know Selena's music. My mom liked her when I was growing up. I've seen the movie. The museum was a little emotional. Chick died when she was 23 and shit. She looked like a friend of mine in L.A., a friend of mine whom I fucked I should add. There were some sexy girls in the museum too.

We bounced out the museum and went to scope mami's gravesite. We looked at it for a minute, then went to find her memorial on the shoreline. pFAc copped me a tasty-ass shaved ice and a pickle. Yummy lunch. I put my toes in the murky-ass Gulf and nearly jizzed in my pants at the sight of a chubby girl in a bikini. It's been so long since I've fucked anything but pFAc. I'm starting to eye chubby bitches and shit.

We bounced out of that shitty fucking town and headed north to San Antonio. We checked into a pimp-ass hotel, went to grab some Mexican food (it's been so long since either of us have had Mexican food. We missed the hell out of it.), then went back to our hotel to hangout.

I wasn't in the mood to watch Orange Is the New Black and cuddle so I sat on the couch, downed a few beers, then made vodka and cranberries for us. pFAc got that P, thank god, so we walked to a gas station to buy tampons and beer. As I chilled in the parking lot (I don't have an ID, since I got robbed in Miami, so I didn't go in the station.), a homeless homeboy rolled up, face all tatted up, walking with a steel rod. Dude was a pretty good-looking cat actually, but he was on something. He asked, "Do you like my rod?" I said, "Yeah, dude," and gripped the fuck out of my pen. (I carry a pen for protection btw.) A car drove into the parking lot. Three girls inside. One of the chicks smiled as FUCK at me. Homeboy said I shouldn't miss out on true love and that I should go talk to her. pFAc walked out at that moment, and I told homie peace before pFAc and I started walking back to our hotel.

I remember holding pFAc's hand on the walk back and making another mixed drink for each of us when we got there. Then nearly err'thing is void. The next thing I remember, coming to, was talking on the phone with Splits. She asked when I was getting back. I was talking really loud with her and pFAc went outside. The phone conversation was obviously making her uncomfortable. I hung up on Splits after maybe 35 minutes, and then everything's a blur again.

I then suddenly woke up, confused as fuck. I was wet. Then I woke up AGAIN and realized I was soaked. Turns out pFAc fucking poured two cups of cold-ass water on my face to wake me. She was in tears and said she couldn't believe I would be so mean. I asked her what the fuck she was talking about.

Turns out chica went through my goddamn phone after I had passed out in bed and saw all the messages where I was making fun of her for her height and how she pampers me. Gahhhhhhhhhhh. I went straight Kevin from Barbershop. I weakly attempted to deny everything. The PUA in the back of my head told me to play that shit, get mad at her for having gone through my phone. And that's what I did. But I also felt really bad. I say some pretty fucked up shit about the girls I game. And, in addition to multiple texts that said I wanted to marry pFAc and that she is such a cute and loyal girl, my phone was overloaded with texts claiming she has a form of dwarfism and that she's basically a freak for being so small. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! Why am I so horrible? This girl has gone out of her way so fucking much to come here and finish these travels with me. She confessed that she's in love with me a few days ago. She is nothing but affectionate, caring, loyal. And I have to go behind her back and make fun of her for what? Because it makes me look cooler in front of my squad? Because it's a way that keeps me from getting attached to her? I don't like the Takeaways a lot of the PUAs on the forum end their FRs with, but this was a goddamn Takeaway for me. I understand morality in game is loose, but this was beyond moral. There was no point for me having made fun of her in such a hurtful way. She's such a good girl and doesn't deserve that. I don't blame her for getting so upset and mad at me.

That's two of my regulars now--the sweetest ones too--that I've hurt on this trip. My mom keeps lecturing me, saying that I need to start treating my girls better. It's not an issue of me treating them bad when I'm with them, one-on-one. And the making-fun too, in my phone--that was between me and the person I sent those messages to, none of pFAc's business--but it still made me very sad to see her so upset. I can be extremely mean when I'm speaking honestly and making fun of someone, though I hardly ever mean the ridiculous shit I say.

pFAc kept saying she wanted to leave, and I didn't try to stop her. But I knew she wasn't gonna go anywhere. She still loves VP, even if he does get pretty nasty behind her back. (I should also mention that I had a slew of somewhat dirty/very flirtatious texts with Splits.) We ended up cuddling, disconnected as fuck, and falling sleep around 8 in the morning.

Overall day: broke pFAc's heart, made her hysterical. I didn't like seeing this. I know I write about abandoning morality in game all the time, but this was just mean. I didn't do anything exactly, but I should maybe start watching how hurtful I can be or, at least, deleting my hurtful fucking texts. Roosh wasn't joking when he wrote that a lot of girls really will go through your phone. (pFAc literally said yesterday that she would never check a dude's phone. So much for that statement. If you're gonna care, always be on your toes a little.)

For the record, the "goons back home" think you are a fuck up.

-Love Guru and Enso.

P.S. Love is a strong word. Let's replace it with Like.

-Like Guru and Enso

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#realtalk

How the fuck do you have time to go out every night. I have 3x girls on rotation and I'm often avoiding them just so I can get some time to myself.

Well done for the effort, I'm not criticising you from a game point of view but it sounds like you can't stand your own company / hate being lonely.

[ sounds like you can't stand your own company / hate being lonely.[/quote]

Ding ding ding that's one of his issues.

Thanks for the reply, dude. It's funny that you mention that. I am actually really introverted and love being alone. One of the reasons I live alone. Also, one of the reasons I go out so much, like every day. I've come to terms with the way I want my life to be, not the way any other person may prefer it to be. I am obviously aware that some of my readers may not agree with my style of game, just as I disagree with many other players' methods. These are both okay. We all should find and improve the methods that naturally work for us. I have spent enough time to at least have my game somewhat the way I like it to be and constantly seek to improve. (I've only been in game a little more than a year so not everything is always perfect nor will it ever be.) I do this shit though (going out all the time) because I thoroughly find it fun. It's a hobby. It's my biggest hobby. If someone has a hobby that he/she really enjoys, then there's nothing wrong with doing it as much as that person wants, so long as it doesn't become a straight-up addiction that interferes with other important aspects of that person's life. I should also mention, that my lifestyle/career field is a lot different from the average person's. The summer break I'm currently on is the last break, that is longer than a week, that I get in the next 6-10 years. I don't have the luxury of knowing that I can relax and live like a normal person for the majority of my youth. My summer break ends on Monday, and, after that, things will gradually become busier, until it gets to the point where I will seriously have no free time outside of school/work to do anything more than sleep. Consider this phase of my life as making up for all the youth I'll soon lose. A lot of med students are like this actually. We all know that our youth is limited so we take advantage of enjoying it as much as we can when we get the opportunity. And, even more than medical students, pretty much all the people I associate with now go out Wednesday through Sunday. It's a party crew. If you notice, I think most of my posts on Mondays and Tuesdays (and even other days when I'm not feeling like going out) don't consist of going out partying. That's when I usually just hangout with a regular. I enjoy spending time with them.

Also, obviously I do shit besides gaming all the time. I am a human being after all. I visit my parents. I go to the grocery store. I like to take walks and go for drives every day or night. I study. I write on the side as a form of enjoyment. I occasionally watch TV. I read a lot. I research things I'm interested in. I constantly check out new albums that are critically-acclaimed. But how does that relate to game at all? Nobody wants to read a journal of my every second nor do I want to document in that much detail. I think we all have to be careful on this forum not to judge the internal behaviors/characters/personalities of our fellow posters as a) none of us are professionally validated to make such bold statements, b) none of us know each other in person, and c) it is very difficult to accurately judge somebody in general. This forum is about constructively critiquing other PUAs' game methods/techniques and offering advice when a poster seeks it.

Thank you again for the comment. I appreciate the feedback.

P.S. I should add that haters are gonna hate because you're either doing something right or because they're doing something they're not satisfied with. True players/positive people don't pay enough attention to or are not concerned enough with others to become obsessed with them and their methods.

#hatergonhate

Seriously though, guys, how much do we actually know about each other? Even if we do know more than what another person writes on a stupid website, does that give us the write to judge other people?

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Tuesday, July 1, 2014
We woke back up from our nap and cuddling and checked out an hour late again. The hotel was so nice. It was sad to leave. I wanted to stay there and continue on with my little summer romance forever, but I knew that nothing is built to last. Not bridges, not Ford trucks, not pFAc's infatuated love with me. The only thing that is eternal is VP's game, and even game's not gonna save it when they all decide to leave.

I didn't know what to say. I felt horrible. I wish she wouldn't have gone through my phone, but whatever. I drove through Western Texas, sleepy as fuck. After a while, I knew we had to talk, not even because I wanted to smooth out things. But because I didn't want to fall asleep at the goddamn wheel! I said, "I don't particularly want to talk to you right now, but I think it's best for both of us. I don't think it'd be a good idea to crash at 85." (I didn't want to talk to her because I was a little mad about her having gone through my phone.)

After a while everything got smoothed out. pFAc said she should be mad, but she said she knew she couldn't be. I told her honestly that I didn't mean anything by making fun of her, that that's just the way I talk. All of the comments were jokes anyway. I still did feel incredibly bad though. I didn't like knowing that I upset her so much by texting the things I did. I like pFAc actually and I don't think she deserves to be mean to. I also appreciate that pFAc is willing to communicate at all times. She doesn't freak out like a lot of other girls. She's very calm and easy to talk to. I'm gonna marry this girl. Hahaha. Oh, I'm gonna marry her.

We got to El Paso and checked into another dope-ass hotel. There was a dust storm when we got there. It was nice. In the past, I thought El Paso was the ugliest city I've been to, but it actually wasn't that bad today. Maybe I judged it too harshly in the past. I wanted to cross the border and game in Juarez. I feel like that would be a goddamn story right there, if you make it back alive.

We got some tacos, then went back to our hotel to chill. We drank a little, but we were both really tired since we hadn't slept the previous night. We didn't bang it out because pFAc was on her period and because she was passed out as fuck when I got out of the shower. I cuddled her, and we fell asleep.

Overall day: smoothed things over with my precious pFAc. Nothing else. There has not been many game-worthy highlights in the few days to pass. I apologize for that. I'm writing this shit on Monday, July 7th, at 3:40 in the morning. I just wanted to offer a disclaimer beforehand. Not much game, but I promise some crazy shit went down over Fourth of July weekend. I ended up going to Vegas with pFAc and two of her friends. Stay tuned. Some crazy shit to write about.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I was gonna go ham on this FR because it's the last FR of the trip, and I wanted to write some mad literary, poetic shit, but I'm writing it late and don't remember everything. And the effect isn't there to the same extent now so I'm gonna jackass it. Whatever.

I was sad as fuck to be leaving though, to be done with the road trip. This has honestly been the best summer of my life so far. Easily. I'm excited to see what crazy shit the future holds. I do awesome things. This is how life should be.

I was sad like a motherfucker. Seriously wanted to cry. pFAc and I had a mad philosophical conversation before leaving. Shit was like some goddamn Annie Hall lines. I seriously want to write a book off this trip. Call it East of Washington or some shit. pFAc ended the convo after a long pause and staring at me: "You know, I don't think I'd like to go back to Disney World." The way she said it, brahs, it probably doesn't sound impressive, but I'm too lazy to write it up. Shit was like the perfect final line of a novel though. Almost brought a tear to VP's eye.

I crashed out the rest of the beer before heading out. I had decided I was going to be drunk as fuck on the car ride home. pFAc was driving. We passed through the ugliest state in the goddamn country--New Mexico--and then got back home. It felt very weird to be back. I was gone for 29 days. What an incredible trip. I obviously didn't want to just go home to my apartment and sit because that would have been too sad so I hit up the squad to see what was going on.

pFAc has been pressuring what we're gonna do. I don't really give a fuck, but she thought maybe it'd be a good idea to become exclusive. I said I agreed. Obviously I didn't mean that shit, but I went along with it for the time being. She also said that she feels sorry for me, Enso, and Guru because she feels like our lives are empty. She may feel that way, but I know how this shit actually is. PU has made my life incredibly full. This isn't some fucking Jacob Palmer confession bullshit: "Oh, my life is so empty! My life is so empty!" But yeah, we're "exclusive" for now.

I drove pFAc home, to her parents' house. She wanted me to meet her mom so I said fuck it and went inside. I met her mom, who's not hot by the way. Such a shame. My dad's always been big on picking girls who have hot moms and grandmas. That way you have an idea what she's gonna look like in the future. I ate some rice with pFAc's mom and pFAc's mom's boyfriend. They were both very nice. I met pFAc's younger sister, who's 19. She is hot as FUCK! Goddamn! She's like 5'8, skinny, got a pageboy. She looks a lot like my ex-girlfriend. I wanted to trade in pFAc for her sister. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

After eating, I madeout with pFAc, went to my parents' house to see them and get ready, then went to meet up with Enso, Raymond, Smith, Captain RSD, one of the skater homies, and a few new fools who have joined the party crew since I've been gone. It felt weird to be back home, but it was cool seeing everyone again.

Nothing really happened tonight because it was a slow night and I only got into one club because I didn't have my ID yet. The only thing really related to game was when I ran into Day Three chick, if you homies remember her. I haven't seen the ho for like two months, the last time being when I fingered/ate her out. Typical illogical next-morning guilt shit. Whatever. I tried to makeout with her, but she kept deflecting that shit. She wouldn't give me her number (I lost it when my phone broke) and kept saying that she had my number. Annoying. I left her without saying goodbye.

I joined up with everyone again. Apparently the fools have rented out a hotel for like a month and intend to just squat there and party. We afterpartied at the place. Then I left with Enso and crashed out on his goddamn floor. Swags!!!!

Overall day: no game. Got back home. Tried to makeout with Day Three chick. Nothing else. VP will be back in due time, players, don't you worry. VP ain't going anywhere.

Thursday, July 3, 2014
And this is where it gets good.

So I had written in one of my earlier FRs that pFAc was going to Vegas with her homies. Well, it turns out that Consistency was also in Vegas with one of his regular girls and had a room. I was gonna go and meet up with him. I didn't feel safe traveling alone though and I couldn't find my phone charger so I especially felt unsafe. pFAc said I could ride with her and her homies if I wanted. I didn't want to. I'm not really big on meeting girls' friends because I really don't give a fuck about them, but I needed a ride.

Anyway, to start this day off, I woke up at Enso's place around 11:30 a.m. My mom picked me up and took me to get my car back in the club area from last night. I went to get a new ID, some stupid temporary thing that's printed on a piece of paper, then went to my bank to get a new debit card. Had a busy-ass day. pFAc picked me up from my parents' house with her fat friend who looks like America Ferrera. Goddamn. Ughhhhhhhh! Whatever though. She was nice so I could tolerate her hideousness.

We also picked up pFAc's "best friend", the dude I have briefly mentioned in an earlier FR. He was being very sarcastic and mean to pFAc at first. I'm not the protective type at all, but I didn't like that shit. I kept asking pFAc if she was okay with homie talking to her like that, and she said it was okay. But I still didn't like it. Whatever. Shit ended after a while, and the dude turned out to be pretty cool.

It was raining when we left, and the goddamn idiots were terrible with directions so it took us forever to get to Vegas. pFAc, America Ferrera, and I drank the whole car ride. America Ferrera threw the fuck up on the side of the highway. I pissed in a McDonald's cup and tossed it out the window. Shit splattered all over everyone.

We finally ended up in Vegas and checked into the hotel. I wanted to meet up with Consistency, but he wasn't answering his phone. As soon as we got out of the car, pFAc threw up some chunky white shit. Looked like she'd been ingesting jizz and marshmallows. We all got ready, then went out to walk. I don't remember the details of the entire night or the whole weekend. But pFAc and I ended up staying out later than everyone else. pFAc and I copped a bottle of vodka and some cranberry juice, went to Caesar's Palace and crashed that shit out on the ramp leading to the entrance. pFAc looked really cute tonight. She's a very pretty girl. She's just so goddamn small. Gahhhhhhhhhh, I hate it.

Anyway, to get to the good shit--you guys are gonna love this--as we sat outside crashing the bottle, for whatever reason, I said, "It'd be so funny and goddamn classic if we were to get married this weekend." I was just fucking around. But, yeahhhhhhhhh, pFAc said that would be a really good story. We went with it. We went with it--um--and then decided what the fuck. Hahahahahahahaha. Yeah, we hailed a cab, told the cabbie we were gonna get married, then went to some official building to get a license. Cabbie was fucking legendary. He'll definitely be a significant side character in my book when I write it.

We got the marriage license, then went to some random-ass chapel. pFAc copped the $300 fee, we said our vows (which were intense as fuck btw), cabbie as a witness, landed a bomb-ass kiss, and were officially goddamn MARRIED.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, guys, as of writing this now, on Monday, July 7th, at 4:30 a.m., VP is officially...fucking...MARRIED. Gahahahhahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! This is probably the craziest goddamn thing/most idiotic goddamn thing I've ever done. But I don't care. I love this shit. I LOVE this shit. THIS is a goddamn adventure right here.

We said a very emotional goodbye to cabbie homeboy, then went to get tacos. Pounded out those tasty motherfuckers, got another cab back to the hotel, and cuddled the fuck out of our new marriage. Never saw Consistency, which I was sad about, but fuck it, I was chilling with my wife.

Overall day: got married to pFAc.

MotherFUCKING GAME!!!!!!!!!!!! Looking forward to any feedback if anyone supplies it. Haha. This was a crazy one.