| I can say to you; because tonight. I learned why Style put Rule 4 in 'The Game' as stated in the title. And I didn't pick up on it tonight.
I was sarging a chick on myspace. (BTW, I'm 17.) She told me she was sixteen years old, I said cool. I asked her if she wanted to hang out sometime, she said she'd love that. So, plans were made for Sunday night around 8 PM at a Post Office in Michigan, at the end of her road. I got mapquest, found it, and went. I waited thirty minutes before she walked up, I didn't have to use an opener. I didn't have to use any of my routines I learned from the Rules. I just made out with her. By the time this all occurred, she told me her dad knew all about it, what not. That we were meeting. Well, fifteen minutes later after making out. A old blue ford pickup truck drives up and blocks me off from leaving, a old rugged tough looking hillbilly guy steps out.
Well, me.. I'm wearing peacock gear as she was a HB9. Pink overshirt, all of that, spiked hair. The father approaches me, and grabs me by the neck. "You don't ever fucking come near my daughter again or I'll fucking hang your ass, boy. How the fuck old are you?" He said in a angered tone.. Well, I was shivering now. This is something the game couldn't get me out of. "I'm seventeen, sir." He glared at me, with his piercing eyes. "Fucking proof it, prick." I pulled out my wallet, gave him my license. He nodded. "Well boy, you fucking didn't know that my daughter was fifteen, did you?"
Thats when it broke. And I knew, I was in trouble. "N-no sir, I didn't." I lost my confidence, everything. The hillbilly continued. "You better fucking stay away from her. You out sneakin' behind my back." Thats when the family drama occured, she was a trouble maker, and I had no idea, lied to her dad about meeting me, and put me in a tight spot, yelling occurred all of that. "Well boy, your going to fucking jail." Well, dreams working for big time government job- gone. Thirty minutes later, he handed me my lisence. And told me to go. "I ain't never called the cops, now you get out of here boy, I hope you learned a lesson."
Rule 4- Know the Terrain Before Taking the Journey.
Espically for us HS pickup artist.
Yours truly in the game,
PurpleLight.
PS. I said this because I learned a hard lesson. I'm a student of life, and I hope for other people to pick up on this lesson.
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