Sunday, April 27, 2014
Gaww, I jerked awake. My heart was racing. I was sweating. A girl beside me. Where the fuck am I?! What happened last night? What am I? WHAT AM I?! I dripped sweat all over mami posted next to me snoring as I strained what the fuck went down. My god!

Do I have game? I think down, real deep, drawing from the basic life functions of my brainstem and ask myself--do I live, breathe, palpitate in game? Or is it all a facade? Have I grown so jaded and fucked up-twisted that the only person I'm gaming is myself now? Has my game and existence gotten so out of control? Have I taken things to their most extreme end and replaced every real, loving connection I've ever had in life with some flaky slut whose only true quality is that she's only a fraction of the slut I've grown to be? I think back to my life one year ago. I was healthier then, in the gym, in good shape, eating clean, sleeping well, living at my parents', had a good outlook on life. I was a toddler in game. I had K-closed four girls one night. I couldn't let up on my brother about that. Now I exist with the best outlook--the BEST--but it comes with a mandatory three scoops of peanut butter every day and empty gallons of milk souring in my closet. Let's not forget the beer cans littering my floor, a few used condoms beginning to turn dark red, and a cashed out glass some very sweet girl in my class had given me for white elephant, which is almost to the brim with cigarette butts. I fuck Splits, Fat Ass, Dental Student, The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. I have two other old regulars in rotation who are just a text and 20-minute drive away. My neighbor lives above me. The other two chicks I fucked and ditched (one blatantly, the other inconspicuously) would come get it. I've madeout with 106 girls in less than five months. I don't know about Julien, Tyler, Jeffy, Brad, Alex, Todd, Chase, Roosh, Capital, the Simple Pickup guys, Good-Looking Loser, Mystery, Matador, Style, Jeffries, Grimble, Manson, Tomassi, Shogo, T.J. Mackey, Hitch, Alfie, Jacob Palmer, Shame-o, Spread, Bill Bellamy, Howard Hughes, Lord Byron, Henry Miller, Enso, Consistency, Guru, Smith, LP, Raymond, Chris, Adonis, Shelley, Steven, JJ, Solo, AC, AC's homie, my classmates, Guru's homie, the dude who punched me, the bouncers at my go-to bars, my homie who hooks it up with free drinks on Thirsty Thursdays, my grandpa, all of my readers, all of my readers' wings, all of my readers' idols, every member of PuaHate.com--but I highly doubt any of them have come close to that number in any given five months of their lives. Hell, you take any two of those dudes this year, and it still won't come close to my number. What do I have in excess to game? Herpes, mono, strep? Do I step back and analyze g? See where it's getting me? What it's accomplishing? No pregnancy scares from my regulars or randoms yet. No Dallas Buyers Club AIDS, or other STDs, weird bumps, or dysuria. No barrel chest, cirrhotic liver, tip drips. What is this game? Am I compelled to do it out of sadness? Loneliness? Anger? Some void that Enso swears exists in my heart? Am I gaming because N-Pooh left almost three years ago and because I questioned marrying her at the time? Ahhhhhh, I'm so sad! I'm so alone in the world! The only person who loves me is Fat Ass chick. Ahhhhh, I'm so lost!

Uh-hum.

Yes.

GET THE motherFUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!

Hahahahahaha. You guys wanna know game? You really wanna know game? Okay, peep this. I ain't one o' them goddamn depressed dudes pouring out his fucking daily agenda and progress in just speaking to some desperate adolescent fuckboy employee, asking for a cup of water at McDick's and shit. I'm not Enso. I'm not Capital circa 2008. I'm not Julien afraid to ask the time or any other fucking dude who got into game because he was severely clinically depressed before PU literally saved his life. You guys know why I game? You know why I don't give a fuck? Because NOTHING. FUCKING. MATTERS! You know what you are, more than a bunch of atoms combined in the right combination? You're a meaningless, clueless, transiently existing human being confined by his own biology. You don't have the answers. You can't anticipate everything, or even a measurable fraction of everything, completely accurately. Every instant in a chaotic universe in which there exists a single point of dynamic matter and an infinite span of time spawns a limitless number of possibilities. You don't exist in a void. You don't solely exist. You're a byproduct of the environment, and the environment is a minor byproduct of you. Those girls you see are part of that environment as are you to them. And those girls are as clueless and meaningless as you.

Fuck no. You wanna know what really happened when I woke this morning? Of course I didn't wake up nervous or no shit. None of that--nightmares and cold sweats. I woke up, comfy as fuck in a comfy bed when my alarm went off at 11, still cuddling my chick, nude ass up and everything S. Rogen-style in Knocked up. I kissed her, all with the morning breath, and rubbed her va-jay-jay for an instant before she cooked up two egg sammiches. I scarfed that fluffy motherfucker down, went back to sleep for 25 minutes as she showered and got ready, then put on my skinny jeans and walked outside with chick to a beautiful sunny day. The birds chirped and grad students rode their bikes, Sabra in the basket.

Mami dropped me off at home, and I went to my school and slaughtered my exam. I drove back home, went inside my apt., and chilled. I texted Fat Ass chick, saying, "Tonight?" She replied with, "What time?" "8" o'clock, beeyatch. She showed up at 8 on the dot, and I brought her up, and we listened to music. She said my taste in music is pimp. I discovered she likes Korn and D-tones. I have to marry her now.

After a while, I got down to business and banged her with the lights on. My balcony door was open, and I kept telling her I wanted her to moan as loud as possible because I think it's sexy. She amped it up, and I'm certain everybody at my complex was thinking, oh, god, there goes that motherfucking pimp in 359 again. Ah, to fuck girls with whom you have no emotional connection. I cuddled chica afterward and ordered pizza. I don't usually eat shit like that, but I was hungry as fuck and I've been bulking up lately so I could spare the calories and carbs. I walked her out after eating, went back upstairs, and texted a few freaks to see who was game for tomorrow. Stutter Chick (see the April 26th post) said she wanted to grab coffee at a shop pretty far from my pad at 8:30. We'll see how it goes. Another texted and said she's visiting town from the L.A. area for the week. I've had a crush on her since the goddamn 11th grade, and I'm finally gonna do my damnedest to bust that shit this week.

Around midnight, I cuddled myself, missing Swags, missing FAc, missing N-Pooh.

Yeah, sure I did.

In truth, I cuddled myself, my dick on hard, as the drowsy appropriately-so thoughts of real grandeur settled in. You don't get it? You don't get it? There is no shortage of phenomena or ideas I have developed, come up with, or pondered that have not been so by the greats of history. This fact is one of many that makes me as genius as them. It's deeper than game, guys, if you haven't been able to tell. This is life. This is life. Of course, there has to be more to life than pickup. Fools don't get it? Fuck it. There is no morality in game. Everybody knows that if you fuck with a player you get treated like a player's bitch. Anything short of that is not game. And it's boring. You should have discerned by now. Life is the most beautiful thing I know of, but it's also the most boring.

Overall day: K-closed The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, F-closed Fat Ass chick. Got two day twos lined up tomorrow. What do I have to say? That my game is quote-worthy? Legendary? That one out of every 4,000 lines in my FRs is quote worthy? My goddamn life is quote worthy. I am a fucking quote, you bastards. Can't everybody see that classical works of literature are written by guys like me and about guys living like me? I'm strung up in the fact of my undeniable game and genius fucking mentality and existence. This is the REAL VP. THIS is the animal.

Monday, April 28, 2014
Sup, playas. So I got up after a few hours of sleep and went to class. On some bullshit. I could be sleeping, ya hoez. Fuck it. Three years from now, when I'm a doctor and hating my life, I'll know for certain it'll be pimpshit as fuck once I get out of residency.

I went back home after class and crashed the FUCK out. A couple freaks were texting, sweating the jock. I had day twos lined up with two o' dhem freakz later on in the day.

Woke up from my nap at 6:30. Time to get ready for the first day two--Stutter Chick from two nights ago (see the April 26th post--fuck Enso for thinking I blew out at the time). I cut the hair, popped the sleeves (I'm pretty swol already after only two weeks back in the gym), got all around groomed the fuck up (I'm a pretty good-looking guy, brahs), and mobbed out to meet up with chick. She was coming from kinda far away so I had to agree to meet at a trendy coffee shop pretty far from my pad. That combined with my discernment of her good girl personality equated to me understanding that the pull was most likely impossible. Fuck my shit. But any day two beats chilling at home studying for med school. Fuck that!

I showed up only five minutes late. The girl is straight up Irish-descended. Light hair, somewhat freckly. But cute. Chick bought some tea. I got a water. We posted up at a table and started gabbing. She asked if I'm really a med student and said my stutter approach was the most interesting approach she'd ever experienced. Just tell me you want the tip already, trick. We talked for a while. She wouldn't shut the fuck up about school (she's already graduated and is one year older than me--she's 24). Then she started talking about some fucking conspiracy theory regarding dairy and how it's linked to increased levels of osteoporosis. Yeah, not sure you understand the physiology behind bone resorption and remodeling, honey. Leave that to the real future-docs. I didn't say shit though because I don't care to argue about science, and let her keep chattering for two minutes.

After, I'd say, 40 minutes or so, I initiated the idea of bouncing to the bar next door to grab a drink. But chick said she had to work in the morning and that she usually doesn't even stay out that late (It was around 9:15 at the time). I told her no worries and that we'd meet up later, maybe this weekend. I walked outside with her, hugged her, then whispered in her ear, "Three kisses. On the cheek." There was some random dude sitting at a table right next to us so I didn't want to yell out, "Three kisses, bitch! Two on the cheek, one on the fucking lips!" I kissed dhem cheekz, then went for the lips. Chick pulled back and laughed, shouting, "I don't know you yet!" Gahhhhhhh, I'm a fucking pimp/future doctor, bitch--your fucking meal ticket. What else do you need to know? I let her go without K-closing, fingerbanging, BJ-closing, pussy blowjobbing. I'll hit her white ass up in a few days to see if she's down to come out for the weekend. She mentioned she likes to party. I'm telling, guys, getting drinks as opposed to coffee or any other kind of meetup increases your odds of getting it in so much.

Fluck it. I called up my other day two who I had aligned, Cali Chick. She picked up and said she was still babysitting her little sister. Goddamn it. She asked, how about tomorrow after I get out of class. I said nonchalantly, sure, let's do that, hung up, mobbed back home, and cried myself to sleep.

J/p. I'm not Enso.

Overall day: had a horrendous day two with Stutter Chick (horrendous in the fact that the convo and connection seemed straight throughout the meetup but I didn't even get a fucking K-close. Goddamn good girls.), rescheduled the other meetup--with Cali Chick--to tomorrow. Bitch best not flake.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Sup, playas. So I woke up, wanting to run some game. Fuck it. Hit up Enso and met up with him at this outdoor shopping center. There was no game to be had anywhere, and Enso had to bounce to an interview at 4. He peaced, and I walked around for a while. There was no game. I did get a tasty-ass gyro though. Mmmmmmmm.

I went back home. Enso hit me up after his interview. He and Guru were heading to the upscale part of town for some weekday evening game. The Cali Chick texted, saying she couldn't meet up at 5:30 as originally planned because she had to play a softball game. Big surprise there. She claimed we'd hangout afterward, but I didn't hold her promises very highly. I bounced out around 8 and met up with Enso and Guru.

Guru opened two sets at the first restaurant/bar we went to. It was practically day game as it was a low intensity night and there was no drinking involved. Thus, we were on Guru's turf, and he was making sure to make conversation with any sets there were.

We bounced out of the bar. Guru ended up opening a few sets and pulled four numbers I think. One of the sets was a two set on the street. One of the girls was whatever, a short blonde. The other though--goddamn. Enso thought she was hot but not as hot as I did; but she was my type as fuck. Tall, thin, adorable face, wearing glasses, and the thickest goddamn thighs a chick could possibly have. Gahhhhhhh. I didn't say anything to her though as Guru made conversation with both girls. At one point during the encounter, Enso turned to me and admitted: "I see what you mean. Conversation game is boring." Hahahahahahaha. I understand the appeal of convo game and realize it does have its place so I'm not downgrading it. But, at the same time, we all have to admit it's so much more fun to run that sleazy, high intensity, rapid night game. Guru ended up number-closing the short blonde girl. Enso got the hot chick's FB to promote his bar. I'm gonna add her on FB as well and message her behind Enso's back. Lol.

Guru bounced after that. Enso and I still hadn't done a single approach. It was around 11 at the time, and we questioned where we should go. We had to do something. Fuck it. We rolled to our usual part of town to see if anything was going on. Nothing. One of our regular bars had two decent sets. Gahhh, but we didn't open. Everywhere else was dead.

We checked out another venue. It was also dead. I hollered at two girls from the car and asked if they wanted to party. But they just laughed and kept walking. Enso spotted some girl on the street who he thought had an angel face. He let her walk off, then realized she was too good to lose. That motherfucker ran nearly a quarter-mile to catch up to her. He ended up number-closing though so I guess it was worth it in some way.

We went into Taco Bell after that because we had spotted a two set going in. I opened them by asking if they knew anything going on for the night. Talked to them both for a minute as every other dude in the restaurant got a strong sniff of something strange in the room. Yeah, that's game you're smelling, motherfuckers. The chicks looked like strippers, and they kept saying we should go to this one strip club up the street. I wonder if they were. I number-closed one of the girls who said she'd be out tomorrow night close to the area we go to on Wednesdays. We'll see if she shows. The girls gave us two free tacos. Then we bounced.

I didn't want the tacos. We had spotted a homeless chick earlier in the night who had a sign that read, "HUNGRY". I wanted to give them to her. See, guys, VP does have a heart. We mobbed back to see if she was still around. It was like 1 a.m. at the time. Gahhhhh, we couldn't find her. I really wanted to give them to her. It would've been perfect. But it didn't happen. I stopped and asked one homeless dude if he wanted them. He declined my free tacos. Ahhhhh, I got rejected. We held onto the tacos and drove around looking for game and homeless people.

There was a chick standing outside one of my go-to restaurants. Real hipster-like. Wearing all black, leather jacket, had bright red hair. I could fuck wit' it. I got out of the car, ran up to her, and asked for a light. She gave it to me, and I talked to her for a minute. She was some Russian chick who had barely moved to my city from L.A. a few weeks ago. Perfect. She was hanging out with a guy inside, but had just come out to smoke. It was definitely a date. I was crashing that shit. I told her we should grab a drink sometime soon and grabbed her number. Enso recorded the whole scene on his phone. I told him to release that shit (you can't see the chick's face in the vid), but he said it was too boring to release. Gahh, that's what I'm saying--if you run with conversational game, you're never gonna have a highlight reel-worthy pull. You have to fuck with aggressive shit to look pimp. I told Enso to start recording me on good nights when there's drinking involved.

We drove to this apartment complex that always has a lot of drunk college girl fallout. Boom. Three set. I ran up on them and asked if they wanted free tacos. One girl stopped and started touching my dog tags. Her two girl friends straight up left her. Lol. I gave the girl the tacos and said we should grab a bagel sometime. I got her number. Then we peaced out. After that we called it a night as it was around 2.

Overall day: three number-closes. This wasn't my exact style of game today. But it was somewhat nice, and it would be cool to get it down. I didn't spend any money whatsoever. My liver didn't take a beating. I won't be hungover or sleep deprived in the morning. I will have to experiment more with this type of game. It was practically day game as it was a low key night and there was no drinking involved.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014
I had class for a few hours this afternoon. One of the girls in my small group is the chick I asked out before, the one who's getting kinda chubby. She's still hot, but just not as hot as when she was 10 pounds lighter. She said I never show up to anything anymore, not parties or even mandatory classes. We got to talking, and I told her I was sick. (I've had a goddamn cold since the weekend. I think I picked it up from Enso. Dude's got the immune system of an infant.) I was explaining to her that I think it was because I drank out of my friend's cup. Her eyes immediately popped, and she said, jokingly, "Ooooooooh." She thought I was talking about a girl. Fuck it. I let her roll with the idea. Girls like dudes who other girls like. I told her I was a bit of a manslut, and she said, "I'm aware of that." She's spotted several hickeys on my neck over the past few months. I told her I go out all the time and party like five days a week. She said I have the most fun life of anybody in our class. Uhhh, fuck yeah I do. I told her to come out to our bar tonight and that we could hook it up with free drinks. Again she said she couldn't because it's still too recent with my ex. She's really good friends with her bitchass. Gahhh, I asked why she's even friends with her. "You know she talks shit about everybody, right? You should hear some of the things she says about you." I'm trying to set up a fallout. I told her besides, I keep everything discreet, but she still held on to the idea that fucking with me would create drama. She said in the future, she'll be down to hangout.

After class, I went home. Guru was out running day game. I wanted to go, but I had to finish a few assignments. I didn't make it out till around 10. I met up with Enso at our go-to restaurant. Then Raymond joined up with us. We bounced from there and headed to our bar in the more upscale part of town. It was dead. We all started drinking, then Enso and I peaced out to look for game. I had a little buzz on so I was fearless as usual. I opened a few sets at an upscale club. Nothing bit hard. Pulled a few numbers.

I opened a chick on the street by hugging her. I got her number, went for the French goodbye, but got the cheeks. Gahhhh. Enso and I bounced back to our bar to rendezvous with Raymond. The three of us left that part of town and went back to our usual zone. We heard the country bar had a good crowd, and Raymond wanted to meet up there with some chick. As we were walking there, Raymond slapped Enso in the nuts. Enso fell to the ground, holding his balls. I like Raymond a lot. He's my homie, and he was only joking around. He and Enso fuck around with each other like that. But if anybody else had hit Enso, I would have been pretty pissed. I rubbed Enso's head as he was bent over. I have sensitivity for my goons. What can I say?

We got to the country bar. Some chick who Enso knows came up to him and started making fun of him about something. I leaned into his ear and asked if he was okay with that. After he got slapped, I was being protective. That's my grandson. I gotta look out for him. He said she was just playing around though so I said a'ight. We met some famous basketball player at the bar. Raymond and I got a picture with him. I don't remember who the dude was. He didn't look familiar, but then again I don't follow basketball at all. Baseball fan, homies.

The country bar was packed, but there wasn't much game. Some chick hit me up and wanted me to go pick her up. I don't remember who she is, but I think we madeout a few months ago. I remember less than half of all the girls I text now. Enso and I bounced back to his car, but then we said fuck it. She was in another part of town, and she always flakes anyway. We weren't gonna drive all the way up there. I called her to tell her I wasn't coming, but she didn't answer. She was most definitely going to flake.

Overall day: several numbers. None none else. Weak.

Thursday, May 1, 2014
What this is? May Day? Every day's fucking May Day in my book. I'm a goddamn PUA!

I woke up around noon. Ah, where is my precious Fat Ass? The day is off! The day is off! I had the day off. I lay 'round, chillin'. Studied a few lectures. Kidney development and shit. Glomerular filtration rate. But caught myself after a while, understanding the uselessness of a medical education, and coached myself into the fundamental idea that game is a more necessary skill set to possess in life. What do you do in medicine? Prescribe medications that reverse the effects of hypertension? Remove polycystic kidneys? Fuck up out my face, hoes. Every doctor I've ever known personally has not fucked as many chicks as me. Except maybe my one mentor, who was a fucking boss.

I texted Day Three chick: "Hangout tonight?" She was game, and even offered to meet up at an ice cream parlor two blocks from my pad. She wanna da D. Made plans to meet up with her at 8:30 and shit.

8:30 rolled around, and my D was on hard. Stumbled the two blocks over to meet mami, who was already there. She ordered an ice cream cone and shit. I took a few licks off that motherfucker, then took a huge-ass lick and turned to chick. Grabbed dhat face and schlopped that nastytasty scoop in her warm mouth. Madeout as two girls looked on and admired prop' game. They was prolly thinking, Oh oh, I want some!!!!! I like ice cream! You'll get your turn, girls.

I told chick let's bounce next door to this trendy hipster bar and grab a drink. I'm aware at this point how much easier even one goddamn drink makes it to get it in. I copped the drinks. Felt somewhat beta in doing that, but shit only cost two bones apiece so fuxx it. I drink cheap beer, and my girls get exactly the same if I'm purchasing. Gender equality and shit.

She took forever (precisely 10 minutes) to finish her beer, and when she was done, I knew g was g. I said, "Yo, what you doing tonight, mami?" And she said she was a li'l bit in the mood to go out. Perfect. Get your dumb girl friends and come the fuck out with us. To really all chill together? Nah-nah. To give me a ride and get left. But g is g. We bounced out of the hipster bar, and I immediately said I had to go to my place really quickly to get my friend's bracelets. (Lie.) She asked if they meant that much to him, and I said he would stomp me in the elevator Drive-style if I didn't give 'em back.

We got into my pad. I went into my bathroom and fucked around for a minute, pretending to find the bracelets. Unnecessary. I cames back out. Chick was sitting on my balcony, reflecting on life: Should I fuck this dude? He's more high value than Enso and Guru combined. I grabbed her hand and led her back inside. Started making out. She bit the fuck out of me. Even bit my earrings out of my ears. I took off my shirt and was just wearing my wife beater. Goddamn, I'm swol. I could tell she ain't wanna straight up fuck, at least outrightly. I told her, I just want to eat you out, do you like being eaten out? Lol. She considered for a min, then was game.

I lifted that fucking dress and got dhem panties off. Me likey. Boom. Finger/eat out close. Gahhhhhhhhh. With the lights on. I got naked and told her to reciprocate, but she said she's never done that before. GTFO of my face. I said, a'ight, HJ it. But she wouldn't do it. "You said you were just going to do stuff to me." I told her she was selfish and got dressed. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! No, g is g. Chick said she's only fucked one dude before and only a couple of times at that. It was some ex-bf who has no game and still buys girls drinks and shit.

Enso called/texted and said he was out in our regular part of town. Chick offered to give me a ride. The least she could do for not schlurping my dick and balls. We drove out there. I madeout with her before getting out of the car and fingered her for 20 seconds. Then I bounced. Enso was at one of our go-to bars up the road so I crashed there to see what up. Smith was also there. I met up with both of them, then started gaming. Enso and Smith opened a three set as I sat on the patio and puffed dhat bust. I observed. Smith's girl was not down. Gah, we gotta get the dude a makeover. Enso was talking to his chick for a while. I couldn't tell if she was receptive or not. Not that it mattered one way or the other. Smith blew out and came back to me. He said she was dead. I finished my ciggy, then decided to try my hand at showing Smith proper game. I rolled up to the same girl and said, "Do you like dancing?!" Unreceptive off the bat. Gahhhhh. Her friend leaned into me and whispered that she had a boyfriend. Why do you have to be so bitchy about it? You have a boyfriend? Awesome, dude. You're coming out to fucking bars with hundreds of horny dudes. You don't think you're gonna get hit on at least a little? See that shit as a compliment and politely decline, fucking bitch. I rolled out after I knew chica was dead, left her to the rest of her miserable life, earning 50k tops.

Enso came back to me and Smith. I don't know if he number-closed or not. Yum, another flake in the contact list, tops. The three of us bounced out and hit another one of our regular bars. I danced with some chick (and think n-closed). As we grinded, she raised her shoulder as I looked down at her and accidentally bumped that shit into my fucking eye. Gahhhh. Not even a K-close.

We bounced out. I don't remember everything that happened after that, but I know Enso and I lost Smith at some point. Enso was texting his blonde chick who he fucked last Saturday and she was game to pussyblowjay again. Enso said, "Yo, I gotta bounce." He drove me back to my cribbo. I hopped out, and that motherfucker sped out all desperate and shit. My grandson = more game than me.

I went upstairs, into my apt, goddamn it, fucking presentation at 9 a.m., bang out them slides, and fell asleep naked as fuck and alone.

Overall day: finger/eat out close with Day Three chick (on fucking day five. Gahhhhhh!), pulled several numbers. I did FB my first "girlfriend", some chick I puppyloved in fifth grade, and asked if she wanted to score a drink to "catch up". Still awaiting her response, but it'll be good. I have too much swagger, players. Tomorrow night. Game.

Hi man, ur so reckless and i love it. I have a question: do you make certain girls off-limit? For me, for instance, I never try anything with the people in my classes everyday because i see them everyday. Sometimes, i find it frustrating because all the girls that i feel i can get an easy lay with, i don't want to touch them and the random girls on campus/bars I can't get them. And how did you get comfortable with kino girls you just met?

Friday, May 2, 2014
Yo, cuz. Woke up after almost five hours of sleep. Mild lymphadenopathy and shit. Infectious or neoplastic. Walked to school, busted out my presentation. It was actually really good. Cool for not having prepared whatsoever. Had a few meetings after that, then went back home and chilled. Should've taken a nap or studied, but I wasn't in the mood for either.

My mom came over and wanted to buy me groceries. My mom is pimp. She constantly tells me that I'm a manslut and that I need to calm down on going out. She spotted a black eye I had. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, I had a very minor shiner. That girl who bumped her shoulder into me last night fucked me up.

I met up with Enso and Guru around 6:30. The monthly art walk was happening outside my apartment complex so we were going to check it out. There was also the annual Undie Run happening at the big university in our city. I wanted to check that shit out, but we never got around to it. It would have been fucking pimp. Have to wait till next year to crash that shit.

So I met up with Enso. I looked swol as fuck already. Goddamn. VP's looking good lately, guys. VP's looking good. I told Enso I wanted to get a quick pump before heading out so we mobbed into my complex's gym and busted out some curls and pushups. I wanted to hit my tris more exclusively, but I had just put on lotion so I couldn't do overhead extensions. Now I looked double-swol. We bounced out and met up with Guru at the hipster bar two blocks over. We crashed it out, but there weren't any sets. We bounced because Enso wanted to find some bracelets. The art walk was crowded as fuck. Enso bought a bracelet or two. I attempted to high five two girls, but they deflected that shit. I got AIDS on my hands, I know girls. Several chicks in mixed sets were eying me as fuck. I'm all swol and shit. I spotted one little cutie eyefucking the fuck out of me. She was working at a kiosk. I rolled back to talk to her, but she was with her fucking parents. Gah, I have too much respect to straight destroy a family's daughter like that. I bounced.

I wanted to smoke and remembered I had a few smokes in my apartment. We bounced back there to pick them up. Enso and Guru didn't come up with me. I went into my pad, grabbed the smokes, downed a protein shake and a beer, then mobbed out to meet up with my goonies. I called Guru and he said they were at a bar a few feet from my place. I started heading there. Boom. Lone cutie walking by herself. I high-fived her, pulled her in for the hug, then stepped back, and told her I don't usually do this (if she only knew the real VP). I said I was really shy but that she was just so cute I had to talk to her. We talked for maybe a minute-and-a-half. I asked if she liked coffee, and she said yeah. I said let's grab some sometime, got her number, then told her three kisses--on the cheek. Kissed dhem cheeks, turned toward her face, and madeout as fuck. Gahhhh. I grabbed her hand and told her to come with me and meet my friends. We walked to the bar right next to my apartment. She said she was only 19. She couldn't get in. I madeout with her again as Enso and Guru looked on. "Was that cold approach? Was that cold approach?" "No, dude, I've known this girl since fucking kindergarten and we used to play doctor and shit." Of course it's fucking cold approach.

I bounced from her. Guru was chilling with some blonde chick he banged last night. Enso wanted to bounce to run game. We peaced for a minute and mobbed around, but it was fucking date night. No game. We passed one bar and Guru called out to us from the patio. He was with Blondie still. We went inside the bar. There was a three set--two of the girls were cute, one was fat. I opened. Talked to my girl for a minute. She was admiring my swolness. I talked for a few minutes to show Enso I'm capable of conversation. I felt bad for the chubby girl. She was just standing there, looking around because she wasn't getting any attention. I don't like that shit, but it's reality. It's like Enso or me gaming with Smith. Whenever one of us opens, Smith gets ignored. I sincerely feel a little bad sometimes for people who don't have looks or personality to make up for their deficiency in looks. I wanna help those people. Gah, anyway, convo game bores the fuck out of me. I'm gonna stop taking advice from other dudes unless I agree with it. Game is so much more fun to me if I do it on my own terms and am not trying to live up to other people's expectations. Plus, from past experiences, it works out a lot better for me when I do it my way. I number-closed my girl and went for the French goodbye but got the cheeks. Enso went to number-close his girl as well, but she told him to take her friend's number. Ooh. I think he pulled his target's number eventually though.

Enso and I went back to chill with Guru. He and Guru started lecturing again about how they don't agree with my game. Gahhhhh, is this the fucking debate team? Or a goddamn night of game? I understand and respect their points and input--they're my boys. But then Guru's chick started trying to offer "advice" on the matter. That--I didn't like. I was like cool, chick, glad you're a PUA too and know so much about this lifestyle. Apparently she wasn't a fan of my aggressive game, even though I had barely met her and she had never even seen me run game. I don't know what the fuck she was basing her judgement on. My swolness? So I did that classic thing that every genius does when confronted by a measly distractor: looked her in the eyes, grinned, and kept saying, "Oh, yeah? Really? Right. Right." Say whatever you want, dumb slut, but, uh, a god isn't concerned with a fruit fly. Doctors aren't concerned with the opinions of painters. Or cashiers. Can't teach calculus to dogs. Chick did redeem herself somewhat later as she actually took the fucking time to have a real conversation with me. She started acknowledging that some of my principles are valid. (They're all valid btw. Only some people choose not to admit explicitly. That's okay. The only truth is objective truth. And my game/lifestyle is objective as fuck.) Goddamn ignorant people. Fuck.

Enso, Guru, and I mobbed out around 10 to hit up our bar in the more upscale part of town. We got there, and it was dead as usual. I dislike this part of town a lot. It's not conducive to game. "Oh, oh, you can game ANYWHERE!" True. But go to Skid Row and say the same thing. Game-worthy environment is indeed a reality.

We mobbed around for a while. Everywhere was pretty cashed out. Enso wanted to meet up with some dude he's been talking to on the forum. We bounced to the bar he was at and met him. It was a dead place so I went rogue for a little while to check out the town. Everywhere else was dead too.

Day Three chick (from last night) texted and said she was in the area. I went to the bar she said she was at, but she had left to another bar by the time I got there. I ran back into Enso and Guru. Guru K-closed some straight up hideous chick and started wiping his lips on the back of my shirt. The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With texted and wanted to hangout. Yegh, I'd fuck wit' it. I told her I was on my way.

We crashed out one more bar before leaving because Enso wanted to run some last-minute game. Guru opened one chick who was dancing. She blew out. He told me to try my game. I went in and, I think, hugged her or some shit. I don't remember. I talked to her for maybe 30 seconds, told her I wanted to dance for a little while. She handed me her drink and fucked with her shoes. I thought she was game, but then she started dancing by herself again. She mumbled something to me, but I couldn't hear what the fuck she said. Drunks girls + loud music = completely inaudible jibberish.

We bounced. Guru wouldn't drop me at chick's place, but he dropped me and Enso at my pad. Then Enso gave me a ride to mami's apartment. I talked game with Enso for a little while. Then chick texted and said she was about to sleep. I hopped out of the car and went up to her apartment. We banged. What can I say?

I fell asleep, naked as fuck as usual on the weekends, and cuddled chick. She was smooth and soft, and she smelled good.

Overall day: K-closed one chick (which puts me at 107 overall so far this year), pulled many numbers, and F-closed The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. It's cool having regulars, I guess, but that shit truly is just fallback. If you guys aspire to have a rotation of regulars, know that it does serve its purpose, especially on nights you really want to get it in (which should be pretty much every night), but it's not all that grand. Sex is sex. Sure, it's fun, but when you're banging the same five girls out every few days or so, what else is there? I much prefer banging new girls. Tomorrow night, guys. Heading back to our regular part of town. Should should be better once and for all. Keep it positive.

I hope enso comes thru with a more accurate representation of what happened in the night in question. As usual vp is leaving out details of how the ladies of old town scottsdale reminded him that his game won't work on their army of 10's.

I love the dude but the only thing swole about him is in his bending of the truth

Saturday, May 3, 2014
I woke up early as shit (7 a.m.) because chick had to get ready for work. I got dressed, then got a ride from mami back to my place. I madeout with her briefly before getting out of the car, then went into my apartment and crashed out.

Woke up in the afternoon. I think Enso and Guru were out running day. I wasn't too much in the mood to run day so I stayed home and studied for a while. I bounced out around 9 to hit up my usual part of town. I met up with Consistency and we had a few drinks. Enso and Guru met up with us. The four of us bounced around. I don't remember everywhere we went (I'm writing this FR kinda late), but I got separated from the crew for a few minutes. I hit up a rooftop bar, but it's typically a dead place in general and it was still early so it was extra dead. Consistency texted me and said, "I don't hate like the others [Enso and Guru]. Where are you?" Lol. Ahhhhhh. Sorry, Consistency! I wouldn't hate on you. I bounced out of the rooftop bar and went to one of my regular restaurants/bars. As I drank a beer on the patio, the crew passed. I regrouped with them, and we all headed to the country bar.

I guess some dude got super pissed about Guru number-closing his girl on the patio at the country bar. The dude was about to freak out. Guru peaced out for the night. I fucking hate dudes who get so bitchy about their girls. Cool, bro, if your girl's giving out her number, be upset with her, not some random dude. Girls don't go around wearing shirts that say, "I'm taken. Leave me alone." If you go up to a girl and she doesn't tell you she has a boyfriend, how are the fuck are you supposed to know? And besides, even if a dude does number-close your girl, fuck it. Don't get so thrown out of proportion. More guys need to get into PU. It'll teach them abundance mentality, and then maybe, they'll quit being so protective over one girl. Gahhh. There's nothing special about your girl, homie. They're all replaceable. Fucking lowlives.

We stayed at the country bar for a while. Again, I don't remember everything that happened. Probably did a few approaches, maybe got a number or two, probably got a few blowouts. The usual. Enso, Consistency, and I bounced out from there. I don't know if we opened anything on the street, but we probably did because it's our rule. We hit up one of our go-to bars and bumped fists with our bouncer homie. It was packed as usual. As soon as we got in, I spotted a group of girls standing at the bar. One of them was this tall, skinny, sexy li'l thing. I opened her, busted my four seconds line, grabbed her hand, and dragged her off to the dance floor. We grinded for a few seconds, then I turned her around and went for the makeout. She pointed at her lips first. Bright red lipstick. Likes I gives a fook. I leaned in and macked that shit right and proper. After a few minutes, I took her back to her friends. I wanted to game more. Maybe I should have stuck around for a while. I grabbed her number and peaced.

I opened some other girl in the bar, and she started wiping lipstick off my face. Lol. I told her, no, that I liked it so she stopped. Hahahahahaha. I also tried to K-close her. I thought that'd be pretty cool to K-close a chick with another girl's lipstick on my face. The girl laughed and said she wasn't going to kiss me because I had lipstick on me. I grabbed her number and headed out to the street.

We did a few more approaches on the street. I like street game. It's high capacity, and it's instant in-and-out. Set's not feeling you? Peace. Set's feeling you? Somewhat in the door. That Janka game. At this point, my two favorite types of game are street and dance floor. They both minimize speaking and are high-intensity, fleeting, hit or miss game.

We went back to the country bar. I opened one girl on the patio by telling her I was extremely shy, that I don't usually go up to girls like this, and that I was wondering if I could take her out for coffee sometime. She was like, "Awwwww, how cute! You're so sweet!" the entire time. Lol. I pulled the number, got the cheekz. Whatev. We ran into our boy Captain RSD. He liked some girl standing nearby. He asked me what he should say. I looked at him and told him to say whatever popped into his head. He nodded and went to work. I didn't pay attention to what happened. I think he just number-closed.

At the end of the night, I realized I had to full-close something. Hmmmm. Who would do? Who would do? Fat Ass chick was out of town for the weekend. Dental Student moved back to L.A. for the summer. I hadn't heard from Splits for maybe a week. The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. Yegh, I just hit the night before. I'm not really a fan of hitting back to back in consecutive nights, but whatever. Game is game. I called her. She picked up and was down to hangout. What can I say? My pipe game is hard, guys. Enso dropped me off at chica's place again. Gah, it's my home away from home now. I talked game with Enso and Consistency for a few minutes. But chick said she was getting tired so I bounced out of the car. As I waited for her to answer her door. Enso rolled back up and stopped for a second. I asked if him g was g, and he shook his head, laughing. The girl opened the door. Enso and Consistency sped the fuck out.

I went inside, got to work, F-closed that shit, and fell asleep next to chick.

Overall day: K-closed one tall, hot blonde girl with red lipstick; pulled several numbers (Oh. I also pulled a number from the girl I knew back in fifth grade. I FBed number-closed. She's got an adorable face. She's in L.A. for the weekend so I'll have to hit her up when she gets back.); F-closed The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With. Welcome to the rotation, babe.

Hey man, thanks for the comment. I think it's up to you. I don't really game my classmates, but that's because I don't really socialize with them at all anymore. I don't game any other girls in my social circle because I don't have a social circle. Lol. The only people I socialize with at this point are my band of PUAs. I would recommend preserving your image among your social circle. You can game if you really don't care, but if you care at all, then just stick with gaming girls you don't know.

In terms of kino escalation, I'm physical from the start. I usually open with a high five or a hug so it's not unnatural for me to escalate kino in whatever way after that. If kino is new to you, start off with simple, innocent stuff--touching the lower back, playfully pulling arm hair, light hugs.

Hope this helps.

Sunday, May 4, 2014
So I woke up at chick's place again after a pretty decent night of sleep. I cuddled her for a few minutes, then got dressed and scarfed a scoop of her roommate's peanut butter. She gave me a ride home again, and I madeout with her before getting out of the car.

I wanted to Sunday Funday, but it was getting kinda late. Enso was headed out to meet up with Guru at a shopping mall. I had pregamed a little because I was getting ready for Sunday Funday and wasn't about to drive. Enso didn't want to hit the bar scene and wasn't down to scoop me up. I think he's becoming more and more afraid of my game. It appears that they are becoming two completely different styles at this point. My game is more tailored (or rather un-tailored) for areas where talking is kept to a minimum--i.e., crowded bars or clubs. In addition, almost all of my wild-ass game is drunk game (Lol.) and it's more aimed toward girls of the same mindset. I'm not saying this is for everyone (If you're not into drinking, it may not be your style), but I'm currently into the party scene so this is what I find amusing.

Eff it. I'd hit the town myself to see if anything was going on. I got to my regular part of town pretty early. My body felt very strange. I don't know what was up with it, but ever since my cold the past weekend, I haven't felt entirely right. Enso called and said he was down to check out the area. He talked shit about my game. Gahhhhhh. Are wings supposed to do that? He's currently hung up on the concept of "value", which I understand. But we have different definitions of value. To me, value is not caring. You have so many options, you're not afraid of blowing out. Fear of blowing out is scarcity mentality and a form of supplicating. Having a DGAF sense of reality is ultimate value. I'll let you read Enso's posts for his definition of the concept.

I met up with him, and we checked out the scene. It was pretty dead everywhere, but we passed a few sets on the street. I pulled a number off some random chick on the street. It was whatever.

Enso and I opened a two set around a sushi bar. He took one chick, I took the other. We all talked for maybe five minutes. Then it was time to peace. We each pulled numbers. I hugged my girl and went for the French goodbye, got the cheeks. Enso started griping about me blowing out the set or some shit. He doesn't realize that just because you go for an end hug and kiss goodbye makes no difference whatsoever. If a girl likes you, she likes you and won't care about turning her head and you kissing her cheek for a quarter-of-a-second the next day. If she doesn't like you, she gave you a fake number or isn't going to reply to your texts in the first place. What you do makes no difference in her mind.

More importantly, it shouldn't make a difference to YOU. Game, at the end of the day, is a numbers game. No player's going to score day twos with every number he collects. It's just not realistic. The key--the most important thing--in game is ABUNDANCE MENTALITY. I cannot state it enough. There is no way to hookup with more girls than having a lot of options. You can build rapport with one girl, really get to know her, spend the entire night with her, and maybe you sleep with her that night or maybe it happens a few days later after the first meet up. Good job on getting a girlfriend. There's nothing wrong with this, let me state it. If you're into that, you're into that. No harm done. But some guys don't really care about this. Take me, for example, it doesn't do anything. Honestly. I'd much rather just have a slew of girls to hook up with and that's it. At this point in my life, I really have no interest getting to know some girl. I'm 23 years old. I'm not trying to settle down. That's a partial reason I typically go for the makeout on every girl I open. (The main and most important reason is because I just find it fun, and as I've stated so many times before, fun in game is paramount.) It's not gonna make a difference one way or the other. And if anyone ever doubts the results, start over on my thread and check them out for yourself. It's cool to doubt, but I'm saying, this is what works for ME. If it doesn't work for you, that's fine, no two players are exactly the same.

Anyway Fat Ass chick was back in town, and I figured it'd been a few days since I saw her. I texted, and she was down to chill. She picked me up around 10:30. Went home, full-closed. No biggie.

Overall day: I think I pulled two or three numbers--can't remember exactly--closed Fat Ass chick. Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo. Hollerday fun. Should be a crazy night. Stay tuned, players.

"Antisocial bitch. Lol. Pretty rude of her tbh. When you're on trips like bus rides and when you get off at stops, it's common courtesy to have conversation with the other passengers."

Haha this is comedy gold. I had been feeling a slight urge to write something up to that point but had to hit reply when I read this one. I have no idea if you have since "reformed" but based on some of things you mentioned doing in the pages preceding that one, this is almost too rich to believe.

Don't get me wrong, I respect your pickup skills, relative to which I don't have a millionth of, but this is the type of sociopathic i-me-mine tendency that causes problems when the people who possess it are in charge of making decisions for society. And on that note, I am slightly frightened that there are people of your mould seeking to become doctors.

Hey man, thanks for the reply, and thanks for reading. I hope you realize that these writings are intended to inform and entertain my readers. Of course, I never go out to run game with the goal of disappointing women or hurting their feelings. It is not a case of "sociopathy" as you described. Lol. That seems to me to be a little too judgmental. These posts do not capture everything that occurs each nights as the amount of detail required to do such a thing would be novelesque. Please do not be so judgmental so as to assume I stray from the golden principle of pickup that is to leave women better than when they were before you. I completely respect this rule and hope that my writings capture my adhering to it. I love girls and enjoy joking around and having a great time with them. Most of my game is built around being a fun, positive, playful dude, not to take advantage of women and/or hurt their emotions. If it seems that way to you, I urge to read through my posts again and try to see things from a different perspective. It is funny because I always wonder who my readers think I am in person. If you met me, you would understand how much of a nice guy I am. I almost always have a smile on my face and laugh at everything. I always have the idea of mind to be charitable and courteous to others, be it men or women. The girls I see always think I am a truly great guy. They may make fun of me occasionally and say that I am arrogant, but it is in the light of being cocky and funny. What I write here, remember, is to help out other guys who may be coming from a hurt place, and it is my ultimate goal to teach those guys how to live a healthier, happier life. If I can even make a dent in leading somebody to a happier, more successful place, my goal is more than accomplished. So if I make an occasional joke, it is all in good nature and only written to amuse and entertain. I hope this helps clarify a few things, and again I thank you for reading my posts.

i dunno, off the back of my head I guess it was those few times you just ditched a girl at her place or bailed when you went to the washroom without really being able to tell them straight up you didn't want anything to happen; or perhaps when you have a girl you're F-closing at your place and sneak off to double whammy the neighbour..

i don't quite see how that's putting "their interests" into the spotlight.


at the risk of repeating the obvious - your game seems immaculate and you are able to score consistent good results. there's clearly a lot most of us can learn from your technique and mindset. but there is a tinge of ugliness that I felt compelled to comment on. and I can only comment on what you write, so if it is incomplete information, then I could very well be misled.