Tale of Good Luck: God Sends Me a Girl

There's a concept I think about a lot. It's called "being hungry." If you're hungry, you're gonna get off your ass and go hunt some food.

It's one of the most amazing forces in the universe because it can overpower any emotion like fear, worry, even pain. The question is how hungry are you?

But, I'll stay on topic here.

Today I was starting to feel the hunger. I haven't even gone a week without a woman, but there was no telling how long it would last.

I even reached a point today, while at home, dreaming, where I thought about an ex-girlfriend of mine and how sexy she would be right about now. I ALMOST picked up the phone and called her. I almost cancelled my plans to go out at night just to call her up and spend a nice Sunday evening cuddling.

But, I didn't do that.

And, I almost cancelled my plans just to stay home and get work done and get a good night sleep. But, I didn't do that either. I was hungry, and I wanted to stay hungry. I love being out, hitting on girls. I just love it. And, I wasn't going to get thrown off the path.

I got dressed up again (same as last night). My white H&M shirt and my black woven fedora. God, I love that shirt and that hat. Oh yeah, and my crazy cool black boot shoes. I was feeling good.

Walking to the bar, I was nervous again. Not only was I going out alone, I was going to a completely new venue. This is it, the ultimate test. I do this, and you can put me in any city anywhere in the world and I'll be right at home. A great mission.

As I was walking down the street, I kept getting compliments on my hat. I always do. My friends on the street asking for change always call it out. One guy even decided to walk with me for a block. He complimented the hat, and then looked down and saw the shoes and then he said he liked the whole look. Then, he looked at me and said "ohhhh... you got game! You're a player aren't you!" I just smiled.

He got excited and then took a penny out of his cup and gave it to me. He said that it was good luck for both of us, as long as I didn't spend it. He said "take it home and lose it and it's good luck for both of us." He didn't even ask for money from me, he just went on his way. Cool.

So, I got to the bar feeling good, and then like a total dork, I got lost inside the building trying to find the actual bar part. Cool. It's for real. I just had to laugh.

Inside the door, I start talking to girls. My first set is two Korean girls. They open up and seem cool, but nothing ever gets going. I don't know why it is, but I haven't done very well with Korean girls for over a year now. Perhaps they can sense that I get too excited. From now on, I think I'm not going to tell them that I've been to Korea. They can find out after they've known me for at least a couple hours. I think it only holds me back. Treat them like normal girls.

Anyway, next set was really cool, and it was the reason that I go out. This is the missing link. The missing puzzle piece. It was two girls who were just plain cool! They weren't hot, they were just fun.

We all started checking out chicks together and then I went and hit on the hot girls, with them as my cheerleaders. This is the shit that makes it all work. Instantly I had two super cool wingmen... that weren't even men, and I didn't even know who they were. That's what I'm talking about. In fact, I think I diagnosed a sticking point today along these lines. I've been falling into that age old trap of chasing only the hot girls. Gotta use all the pieces on the board.

These girls were cool, but eventually I got deep into another set and lost track of them. Hope they had a good night. Hope I see them again someday to give them both big hugs.

The next girl was one who I actually met last weekend. (wow, weeks seem like such a long time these days). I thought that she was really drunk last weekend, but now I think maybe she's just like that. She's a cute little asian girl who just flirts hardcore non-stop with every guy in the bar.

Needless to say, she flirted hardcore with me. I just kept pushing her away, not about to take her seriously until she gave me a reason to. Her guy friend was super cool though. He was a lawyer and told me his break down of the game. This guy was a natural for sure, and I got his email for later contact. (This is also why I go out. Things are coming together here)

Quick interlude: Tall lawyer dude's game -
First off, I think he'd do a little better to give people more space when talking. His face was often way close to mine and honestly, I didn't like it. His kino was on point. he was even constantly touching me on the shoulder completely unconciously. He was also a conversationalist, because he kept me entertained with stories and didn't seem like he'd be shutting up anytime soon. (and that's coming from someone who also likes to talk).

This is how he breaks down the game (all very solid):
"All through high school. All through College. I wasn't getting anything. It wasn't until I graduated law school, and just stopped giving a fuck. That's the secret man! All you gotta do is not give a fuck and you'll get laid so easy. Just be fun and witty and a nice guy and don't give a fuck."

Good summary. Then, he told me about small town America girls and how easy they are. He said they'll fall for any guy who's ever read a whole book. He recomends Fresno and Modesto. Hmmm.... I guess if you can stand the excrutiating pain of strip malls and boredom. (no disrespect to any Fresno/Modesto compadres out there)

Anyway, I forgot the biggest part of the story. Silly me, leaving out details.

This is where it really gets erie. The ex-girlfriend who I mentioned at the beginning... the girl I was thinking about calling. She walked into the bar. I hadn't seen her in probably 4 months, and now I think about fucking her and she appears. Magical, I tell you. This game is simply magical.

I'm talking about step one of the player's 12 steps. I'm fully admiting that there is a higher power at play here. Just try to say that isn't a weird cosmic joke. C'mon.

I give her a hug and say hi. And, then I keep hitting on girls.

Eventually, the super-flirty girl gets kinda pissed that I've been ignoring her. And, for a second she seems to really be interested in me. So, I invite her out for a date. She jumps on it and we swap numbers. I'm not holding my breath, but it would be nice if it works.

Then, I see Christophe of RSD. Now, I'm clearly not alone anymore. My ex-girlfriend and a fellow pickup artist. What's the deal, anyway. I'm just a guy trying to get a break in the big city.

No biggie. I say what's up to him and his cutie. Cool cat.

Then, I look around and see more hot girls, and I look at my ex. And, well, I say "fuck it. This must have come together for a reason. Don't be an idiot, Daniel."

I grab my ex, take her home and fuck her silly. Then, she gets dressed and goes home. She's such a great girl.

I missed the end of a really cool party, but I think God planned it that way. Leaving early only left me wanting more. And, next time it will be sooo on!