So at the risk of hanging my balls out there and looking like a complete idiot (an idiot with his balls hanging out) I'd like to start a new topic of discussion.

Reading a lot of posts on this forum I find a lot of guys looking here for the answer of how to say the right thing to get the girl. What DHV story can I use to get them interested in me.

And honestly guys, I don't think that's the answer. So what is? The answer is you. Whether or not anyone's told you before, you are a bad mother fucker. You've survived to this point in your life with a relatively level head on your shoulders. You've gone through some extreme experiences to get you where you're at now (if life had been gravy for you and everything had been provided you probably wouldn't be here because you'd be one of those naturals out there that we've all envied since grade school).

In my opinion, the trick isn't to find out if someone else out there has a cool new DHV routine you can use opening your next set. The trick is to find the stories in your life that have made you the bad mother fucker you are today. To remember some of the things that have made you the AMAZING MODEL OF MASCULINITY that all women CRAVE. To remember those things clearly and KNOW that's why you're still breathing today. In other words, sell to yourself first.

Easy for me to say right? Just throw some motivational slop out there and get the team all fired up and then stand around on the sidelines to see how they all do?

That was yesterday.

So what's this new topic of discussion? What's my new, ground breaking idea? Oh I don't know if it's all that important but I think it's a step in the right direction. Take some time to dig in your memory banks for some genuine DHV moments in your life and post them here. I respect the cats in this forum for what we're trying to do and who we're trying to become, and I think it'd be cool to learn more about "us".

I thought of this story tonight while working on some Game goals and it really made me feel confident and strong. Like that Alpha male that we PUA's need to be. It's a long fucking story and this is already an encyclopedic post but it's here for your amusement, amazement and (hopefully in some small degree) enlightentment.

The following events are true and unabridged:


When I was in 3rd grade, my older brother skipped two grades. Because his birthday was late in the year he was already young for his grade. Now he was nearly two full years behind the rest of his classmates, and he was tagged as a nerd. So he got picked on a lot. Then they found out that he had a brother in third grade who was even smaller than he was. Little did those fuckers know that I've got full-on retard strength. I will admit that I don't LOVE spending 20 hours a week in the gym. I personally think it's rediculous. It may have made sense ten thousand years ago when we were a hunter-gatherer society, but back then it was important for women to have big, wide berthing hips to support the strain of having 50 kids. Now it's a thinking mans game and I am very gifted at getting people to want to do what I want. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a bully or brain-washer. I'm a negotiator. I'm an expert at finding the win-win situation in nearly every deal. I've got an incredible capacity to empathize with my opponent while still maintaining a stalwart clarity of what I expect out of the deal. With a lot of people it's all about, "How can I get over on the other guy", or even worse "How is the other guy looking to screw me." Retarded second grade thinking that, unfortunately, doesn't die there. Look at politics. How different would this country be if Republicans and Democrats said, "Well, wait a minute. You do have some valid points and I'm willing to concede that if you'll concede to point X." So where the hell was I. Oh yeah, talking about my retard strength. I thought there was some other direction I was headed. Yeah, talking about my ability to negotiate. To me, that's the best form of warfare. In most cases, my "opponent" doesn't even realize they've conceded their point because they're so happy they got what they want. This guy at work. He's been in working for my company for four years now and people have constantly crapped on him now he's like, I'm moving the fuck on. But even there, he's taking shit. I take a couple hours to help him get to where he wants to go and now he's 24-7 on my jock. And it's not because he's a ball-hugger. It's because he's got a sense of obligation to me. I protected his interests with ferocity. Now he's bound and determined to do the same. I could say kill and he'd do it. I say that without arrogance because I've shown him I wouldn't say kill unless it was in the best interest of our "tribe" but I've gained that loyalty from him because of my ability to negotiate. I think I would have been an outstanding fur trader.

So anyways, back to the original story. These fucking 6th grade bastards were constantly torturing my brother and what's my mom gonna do. She's a single parent, working two to three jobs, going to school full time. She's barely got enough time to feed us (in fact both of us were washing dishes, doing laundry and cooking by the time I was 6) let alone spend 8 hours in the principles office whining about her jaded little smart kid who's too clever for his own good. So they figured they'd found a new target in me. So one of them found me in a class room and tried to grab me. I shrugged him off. So another one joins in. Now there's two of these little catholic bastards trying to take me down. Fuck that. I punched one and twisted out of the grips of another. Now they're getting pissed right cause they're looking stupid. Two of their friends can't take down a puny 3rd grader, not to mention the little brother of a wimpy smart kid. So they all jump on my ass. They had six kids trying to hold me down and fuck with me. Now I didn't kick their ass. In fact when I punched them they laughed more than anything. But those jackasses couldn't hold me down. There was like one grabbing at one leg, two on the other, one guy on each arm and a guy trying to put me in a head lock. Then my retard stregth kicked in and I ripped away from them and started swinging. They knew I'd lost it at that point and they did the only thing the could do. Started cracking up. They were all like, "Holy shit that kids out of control." From then on they didn't fuck with me and they actually stopped fucking with my brother too. It was like, "wow, that little 'Hitman' fucker is cool. He's out of his mind." And since I was cool, my brother was cool by proxy. There was one asshole in particular who wouldn't necessarily pick on my brother, he'd just bother him. So, knowing that I couldn't hurt him much by kicking or punching him I came up with this running head butt. I shit you not, I'd fucking ram this bitch like a triceratops. The first time I did it he was in the hallway. And to be honest, I feel kind of bad because I think the time I nailed him he wasn't even doing anything wrong. But what the hell, you break into my house ten times I'm not going to wait for you to ring the doorbell at 3am before shooting your ass the next time. So anyways, here I go full speed into this guys gut and I put him on his ass. Next thing you know, my reputation had spread and everyone in the sixth grade was talking about the dreaded 'hitman'-headbutt. It was like my secret weapon. So yeah, I've got a deep deep belief in hidden strength. Just because someone comes off as shy, introverted or awkward doesn't mean they're not a fucking Conan-esque barbarian on the inside. And just cause you're 250 pounds of muscle doesn't mean I won't find you curled up in the fetal position in your closet when it's time to do the man dance. Of course it's so rare that you actually have a cause to do the man dance. If you get to that point it's very often a direct result of ignorance on some level. I mean I like violence just as much as any guy. But at this stage in man's evolutionary development, one's ability to find that win-win situation - trading your excess winter furs for a bushel of pomegranates - is where real power comes from.

Peace PUA Studs!

Much love,
- Hitman