30 Days of Kamikaze direct openers and PUA routines!

My name is Johnny Malibu or MJ for short (I'm dyslexic shoot me)...

I took the ABC of Attraction boot camp in January/February of 2010.

A very very good decision. My life is kind of like a movie. I've had some crazy shit happen. Realize I said crazy, not movie star. There is no doubt that I wasn't happy with those recent events and WHAT wasn't happening in my life.

I hope that here I can share with you my success, growth, and really just some hilarious ass story telling that will motivate you to take the next step. I'll try to fill in the blank spots; so that who I am and what I represent isn't such a mystery to you. It's not going to be easy and I'm not going to spill all the details in one sitting. So I recommend that you just subscribe to the updates or interact some. I may even cross reference some posts in the main forum.

Let me warn you. I've got a short term memory problem - this used to be the furthest from the truth about each one of my conquests. Each failure was a direct and linear result from the one before it. The unfortunate thing I'm finding though, is that.. I'm not remembering my new successes much either. FUCK.. guess, I'll have to just live in the moment.

I've learned that mostly you have to just make yourself fuckable, have fun with it, have a short term memory, and most likely you will discover that once you have a tool set like the one I'VE acquired from an ABCs of attraction boot camp that your biggest lack of success is the fact that you have always been doing the same thing. What have you been doing wrong?

Yes, my friend.. the answer to that question is ...... are you ready for it? ..... suspenseful music ....... You've been doing absolutely fucking nothing and expecting the miracle of life to present a pot of golden pussies.. magically delicious.. at the end of the rainbow for you. LET ME REPEAT.. YOU'VE BEEN DOING NOTHING. Does that sting? It should... I really hope it does. You see, you need to be motivated to grow.

But, what if you don't know what to do??? I didn't. I took a boot camp. After taking my ABC boot camp and getting some knowledge the biggest change for me has come from the action of JUST TRYING.

Anyways, I'll try to post in a linear chronological order for you. I'd like to get into the good stuff, but I'll hold back and tell you who the fuck I am. But, I guess you will figure that out too.

I have short term memory, I interrupt, yet I'm a good listener, I love women ( muy rica latinas.. aye mamisita ), I don't give a shit about the small things anymore, I've had a multitude of things working against me and yet I've discovered they don't always matter.. THE TIME TO LIVE AND GROW IS NOW.

I'm a 30+ year old white dude, I used to be the most insanely smart engineer that anyone knew, I've recently discovered my cock is just shy of porn star fucking huge, women come in a variety of hot sizes, shapes, and colors... and before I sounded this confident you should know I basically called Gareth and JT crying in November of 09 like a blubbering big pussy after breaking up with my hot South American ex-girlfriend.

They did something I never expected.......... They cared. They made a difference right away. They were not full of bullshit and magic tricks. I listened to 20 minutes of Gareth's advice.... I got laid THAT NIGHT.

And we shall begin the story there....

© Johnny Malibu

Now here is a tale about how 2 pieces of advice from coach Gareth got me laid a few times before my ABC's of attraction boot camp and how I also caught my first yeast infection from a chick. Which sucks to ALL HELL I MIGHT ADD. Mostly because it's something no one ever expects a guy to get and they don't exactly make those plastic pussy pusher dispensers for shoving up your dick. Ummm... yeah. Another story for another time. I will post a thread about it, because it's something guys should know about....

I hung up the phone with Gareth some doubt in my mind about how I would pay for a boot camp. I just knew I would.. and I knew I needed to. Thank you both for checking in on me and my well being during this time.

I called up some new friends I hardly knew. Met during one of the miserable weekends before. My social circle was SHIT after the breakup... but, it really shouldn't be that hard to find dudes that want to have a beer and look at women. In retrospect... people come and go my friends. Stop holding onto the idea of best friends, crutches, and pacifiers. Those type of things find you.

So.... I worked my way around the bar with coaching nuggets in my mind from my phone conversation with Gareth. Little did I know my first assignments are pre-homework to prepare for the ABCs of attraction boot camp.

I kind of already knew how to dress and after being destroyed from my ex.. I didn't have much fear now.... just not much know how.

I would use the opener Gareth gave me..... "CHEERS!!!!!!"

Funny enough, I was using this opener with mixed groups and dudes. For some reason I was reluctant to use it with the ladies. I think I used it at about a 1 to 3 ratio. It was great for building social proof and reminded me of when my buddy and I used to buy 2 dollar pitchers at the sports bar and walk around saying cheers and filling up peoples glasses. They loved us... We loved us... they would yell, " Yaaaaah!!! PITCHER GUYS!!!!!" Anyways... Cheers just feels so good... later on they remember you and it was so easy to say hi again. Why couldn't I think of something so simple and obvious?

This lead me to conversations and high fives through out the night. I started to build confidence. I started to realize I was the one in the room that was making friends. I put about 10 new phone numbers in my phone from girls and guys to party with.

However, I was not able to get myself to use the canned BARBIE AND KEN opener he had suggested. I practiced and I just couldn't do it. I think it's because I had something else dominating my mind.

*BUT*** Driven by my own curiosity I changed his opener. I couldn't resist. I wanted to honestly get peoples opinions about what my ex GIRLFRIEND really meant when we broke up. I had a burning desire to know. I could remember it. It was straight from my heart and each answer made me more happy and pumped up. I unconsciously had learned a pattern from the brief conversation with Gareth... And fuck that pattern worked.....

Now it wasn't perfect, but I was doing a few things correctly. The success from it made me think I might not need the class, but.. that was a big negative. Anyways... for historical purposes..

Let's call it the... BREAK UP - Sympathy opener...

Opener: "Hey guys, I'm curious... What do you think it MEANS when a girl says... [PAUSE]

I JUST NEED MORE TIME. ?"

[PAUSE FOR RESPONSE - Have a blank confused look on your face and hold both hands up - they always say some variation of.. it means she really likes you, but shes seeing someone else]

I know!!! How did you know that?! [excited shock face]

She is.... [ roll eyes and/or frown ]

[PAUSE - now sometimes here you get sympathy: your poor thing... <OR> THE JACKPOT!!! Oh my god!!! I just broke up too!!!! Which ended up being fucking good in my case. Because it was really easy for them or myself to suggest that we should hang out. You instantly jump from Approach and Attract. Most of these girls wanted sex in a hurry... so their buying temperature is high. So high that they might proposition you. If not.. all you have to do is show direct interest and establish comfort. It really was a slam dunk for me.. --- HOWEVER, If they didn't break up... continue below]

But, how can someone say............

I LOVE YOU.... ??

.......just four weeks ago... and.....

NOW they are with someone else!!!!!!??

[PAUSE - usually they say she's a cheater, you poor thing, or forget her. If so go down below to I know and continue to Attract.. if they say let's get a drink then you amp it up a notch and go into BT spikes and work for Comfort .]

I Know.. crazy right? Blah blah blah...

Now this is where I had a stripper start jumping on me and grabbing my phone.. saying no matter what I did she wasn't going to let me call my ex. Saying crap like you're thinking about her.. I see you looking at your phone. And as I resisted because I thought she was too aggressive... she got even more aggressive. She ordered a round of shots. While I was seated shoved her stiletto between my legs, actually kind of on my ball sack and yelled, "Fucking drink you pussy!" I was REALLY scared now. I didn't know her for 5 minutes before this opener and she ended this by saying, "We're going to the strip club and I'm going to get you laid or fuck you all night long myself. Then we're going to send pictures to that whore bitch!"

Anyways... if I didn't leave the bar with the girl... I kept on playing the role of party guy. I would text the girl *EARLY* before close of the bar ( especially if they asked something earlier like where I live ). I would text... so where's the after party? And... that my friends worked more times than not!

So there you have it... 2 pieces of advice from Gareth before my bootcamp that... got me laid and laid... and a yeast infection of my ginormous cock.

I'll share some more story and field reports... but, it's time to start putting together a war plan.

© Johnny Malibu 2010

I was going to post an infield report I wrote up earlier today... sorry, will have to copy and post it later. I decided that I have something on my mind. I have a text from a girl right now saying that all she can think about is my cock... so, I think I'm going to forget the laundry, conquering the world, or vegging out... to go do that which makes us all feel better. I'm really wanting to go out later as I'm not who or where I want to be yet.. but, damn my friends it can get better. Celebrate your success.

Ok.. so I had a thought. When I went through my boot camp some of the feedback that I received is that I had gentle giant syndrome. You see, I'm a good sized guy, but sometimes have a shy demeanor. In other words maybe I come across the opposite I should. I know I have these DEEP mental barriers about touching. Because I don't think about or worry about them on the surface. Which is why I really like the direct approach from ABCs of attraction. I want to be perceived as sexual. Which you will learn at a boot camp. It's actually what I would want to get more coaching on.

This lead me to thinking about how I grew up and what made me who I am. I took the ABCs of attraction bootcamp for a reason... but, I never even thought about the how, what, why the implications are for others taking the bootcamp.

I grew up next door to the HS valdavictorian. We were best friends even though I was never accepted by his family. You see... Donald ( Sung ) was born in South Korea and came over to the USA as a young boy. We used to play computer games, hack, and actually ran the most elite BBS in the entire country at one time. I taught Donald, his brother Cyrus, David and Daniel Park how to play football. Anyways, I was this star athlete in HS and nerd at night. Donald's father who was an engineering professor in Korea always said everything we did was either stupid or impossible. Go figure. I'll never forget how strict his father was. I was perceived as the stupid evil Nintendo shoe wearing corruption that came over every day. There was no time for anything other than books and studying. The only thing he approved of us doing was cross word puzzles. When Donald scored less than perfect on his tests he was forced to get in the push up position while his father whipped him with a cane. That cane was actually raised at me ONE time. Things got much worse for Donald our SR year. We both had something in common. Something I wasn't persecuted or outed from my family for. When I was a young boy my babysitter was Vietnamese and had married American military. She had a very beautiful daughter, Yen Le, the exact same age as my sister and I. Anyways.. as I was growing up Yen and I were childhood crushes. We dated in HS and went to prom together.. she really was one of the most beautiful girls I ever remember. Donald started dating an extremely beautiful, smart, sophisticated, Vietnamese girl.... and he was in love, but when his father found out he had to flee home and live homeless in a car. We started to lose touch during those days, but I wonder about him from time to time. Did he finish up at MIT? Is he living the life he wants? Do his parents accept the women he chooses? What would one of these boot camps do for him?

Just some thoughts..... I guess I grew up with an enabling family that even put up road blocks that never wanted their son to grow up and leave home. After a set back I've faced that again. Anyways.. I'm out the door for some fun and I think anyone that makes the decision to take some steps and improve themselves can find the same.

© Johnny Malibu 2010

I posted this as a field report.. but, feel like this thread is a written record of my challenges.. so, for those of you that find it here:


Last weekend while I was in the field, I learned that you should never EVER give up too soon.

Some nights turn out way different than you expect. I could even go to a deeper level and say most nights could turn out way different that you're letting them. This field report is about what you can accomplish by trying! Have you heard the saying, “When life hands you lemons... make lemonade." ? But, I ask you... what if you are the one that is choosing lemons?! Then I would say, you have no one to possibly blame but yourself.

I will admit that I was a total AFC all night... except for 1 reason. New skills that I picked up from training with J.T. and Gareth.

This is why that in spite of making mistakes like only approaching one set that I went 1 for 1 and batted 1000. I should actually say I went 2 for 1. My new skills allowed me to get 2 women from 1 approach. Now get this.. This was the only approach I made all night long! Talk about feeling like Ichiro at the plate!! In retrospect, I'm ashamed to admit I made that single approach all night. But, at least I made lemonade from that bad choice. You see I'm still starting my 30 day challenge and I need to approach many women.

Now on to the field report.

My wing and I started the night out by hitting the west side. We venue hopped around a street walk with clubs. We were supposed to meet up with a couple friends and got side tracked looking for other friends that were supposed to join. We had made the commitment to half party and half sarge (my other friends don't know about "fight club"). When those friends flaked we went to a bigger venue. This particular venue is very target rich. VERY DARK and VERY LOUD. Personally I don't like it... it's a dance club. My wing went to aeronautical school at Daytona Beach, Florida ( former MTV spring break USA ) so he is obviously partial to the dance floor setting. Since he just moved back from NY the venue was his choice.

We dance and look for some set's to approach. I'm feeling my way through the dark. This sucks. I need night vision goggles to figure out who I'm talking to and that is really pissing me off. Of course I complain. AND.. that's when he does it... "I haven't seen shit... you went to boot camp. I'll bet you right now a round of drinks you will not go talk to a girl." It was like a little J.T. on my shoulder at boot camp telling me to do something. I forgot about the shit venue... I forgot about my bad attitude.. my training kicked in... I turned into a sarge ninja.

I had spotted a 2 set of HB10s dancing together like lesbians in heat. I wanted between them so bad it hurt. Odd because they were dancing away from the dance floor and between the bar and the wall of china. There were multiple groups of girls hanging out in this zone. Next to them I've been noticing an HB7ish Latina holding 2 beers and just standing there. I have to just laugh. It's been 15 secs since he issued this challenge.

I walk over next to HB7 sweet Latina and stand next to her. I make direct eye contact, but turn my body out from her and look at the two girls dancing while I open her. "You've got to be kidding me.... you're just standing here holding drinks for your friends while they dance and have fun?" I noticed that this got the HB10 "lesbians" attention. Odd how every action results in changes.

HB7 sweet Latina - "Oh no.. I don't know them.

ME - With a quizzing look, "Haha.. so then you're just standing here and double fisting? You know they have meetings for that."

HB7 sweet Latina - Laughing.. "No.. I'm DD and my girlfriend went to the rest room.. I'm just waiting."

ME - "Are you kidding.. She left you standing here by yourself?? Isn't that against girl code or something.. I thought you guys do everything together?"

HB7 sweet Latina - "Haha.. well, no.. my other friend is on the dance floor with this guy she started dating and tonight we are seriously trying to get her laid. It's a long story, but.. it's been like a year"

ME - "oh wow, yeah... is he a nice guy?"

HB7 sweet Latina - "yeah.. and she really likes him. we think tonights the big night"

ME - "HAHA.. well then let's get her laid!! (PAUSE.. in low voice I whispered in her ear) So you really are like the mother hen - house mom taking care of all your girls?"

HB7 sweet Latina - starts qualifying herself.. knows how to have fun.. yada yada

At this time my wing comes over with the drink I won. She has a shocked look when some guy just walks up and hands me a drink. It was a DHV. I put my arm around her and did introductions. I accidentally handed my empty glass back to him. Didn't mean to DLV my wing. This is because I was pumped about showing him up, didn't know what to do with two glasses, and the other one was grabbing ass. This was funny because she giggled and walked the glass to the bar. When she returned she jokingly scolded me. To which I joked back that she REALLY was a mother hen and it was universal justice that he had lost a gentleman's wager ( more DHVs ). I introduced him as my good friend and we were celebrating at his favorite club since he just moved back. After introductions my wing went away to the dance floor and leaves us isolated.

At this point we are maybe 5-6 minutes in.

At this club we already were in comfort. That's because there is no where to sit down unless you have a VIP section. We banter about places to go out. I tell her a story about how I was in a brawl at this club because of a friend's fight and pretty much got jumped by 8 people, but wouldn't leave my friend who was knocked out on the ground out back. This story communicated to her that I'm a protector of my friends. I tell her that I'm mostly here tonight for my wing. I'm using social circle proof by telling her who I hang out with, where I go, and about my experiences.

I mention that what I really want to do is go eat. I'm hungry and that they should come have breakfast with us later. To which she says "yes, here's my number". During this time her GF, cute little HB7 red head pops up. We make introductions and I banter and joke. I can tell HB7 red is interested right away. I tell them I need to look for my friend and I'll catch up later.

I find him at the dance floor.. dance around looking for god knows... "wookies in the dark"??? I tell him she has a friend and drag him back around the club. We go stand in that area, but I can't spot them. We're talking when I feel something like a rolled up foil gum wrapper hit me in the nose. I'm like.. "what the hell?" HB7 cute little red was the one that threw the wrapper at me. We walk over...

Oddly enough all this is happening VERY close to closing time.

ME.. "You hit my nose.. could you be any better of an aim? Really!??"

HB7 Cute red - giggling..

Me.. "Ok.. well, we're talking about breakfast and you're welcome to join us"

THEM.. "resounding yes.."

Somehow HB7 Latina mentions something about knowing how to make really good pancakes. That was my hook for the rest of the evening. I would just go... mmmmmmm pancakes. It was easy to get her to agree that she would show me how to fix them.

We end up walking across the street to this little pizza joint that lots of people in the area go to for after party eats. During this time I'm holding hands, walking, and escalating touch with HB7 sweet latina while my buddy instantly does the same with HB7 cute red.

While we are in comfort eating our pizza I did some storytelling but, mostly remember some buying temperature (BT spike gambits) I used to keep conversation going. These turned the conversation sexual.

I quizzed, Apples or Oranges? Looking from one girl to the other. They answered me giggly quick and to me that indicated they were hooked and complying. HB7 cute red head answered apples and I went ewwww... I don't know if I can be close with you. Then I asked Redsox or Yankees? Generally because no one really cares... But, everyone knows both teams and the rivalry. As fast as they could answer.. I fired back my last one: straight or curved? HAHAHA... their mouths drop open and they look at each other. Latina puts her hand on the inside of my thigh and with no hesitation says "I like a little curve". Red head giggles and says.. well what do you mean? I laugh and say.. to Latina "you don't let her out by herself do you?" I turn to the red head and look her straight in the eyes.. " you know exactly what I mean." She giggles and the conversation goes sexual. They bring up wondering where their friend is and say they bet she is having sex in the car. Which of course I say I love car sex. Latina and I kino and paw each other under the table.

HB7 cute red notices my iPhone and asks if I have words for friends. This is a game you play online with someone else. I act excited.. "YES! I do.. I love it!!" She takes my phone and puts her word for friends user name in. This game is cool because it is scrabble and has a chat feature. Meaning her and I are going to start playing each other!!! **KEEP READING THIS IS WHAT MADE EVERYTHING SO COOL**

Anyways, I ask them to come back to the apartment.. we hangout and HB7 Latina is ready to take me home with her. She's laying with me on the couch and HB7 red is doing the same with my wing. Now she has already expressed interest in me too.. but, I'm happy with the arrangement. My wing really isn't into her attitude and fucks it up. She gets pissed because he goes off on her for deleting photos we took earlier while she is looking at his camera. So... they leave. HB7 Latina texts me her address for me to come over the next afternoon ( decided we both wanted to sleep ), while HB7 red is playing the scrabble game on her iphone with me. That whole night and even at HB7 latinas house I'm playing the scrabble game and chatting with HB7 red through the games functionality. I don't even have her number yet.. but, we are talking. Pretty cool way to have talked to her without offending the HB7 Latina. I chat that should get her number so we can text. She responds that she is worried that her friend likes me and sends the number. I respond that I just met them both and I haven't hung out with anyone so how could anyone know? I ask her if she thinks I'm just a piece of meat. She responds yes. To which I say I have some meat.. and it continues as you can imagine.

Anyways.. I FCLOSE HB7 Latina and kept HB7 Red on the hook. After I leave HB7 Latina's place... HB7 red asks me to hang out. I end up seeing her the next day. I have to tell her not to worry about her friend and that we all just met and that I'm interested in getting to know them. Pretty much let her know I wasn't going to say anything. There was some initial resistance, but HB7 Red pounced on me and FCLOSED.

HB7 Latina says I have the biggest cock ever and I can come over whenever I want. That she's going to be talking about me for a long time. I think HB7 red was a one time thing.. she probably doesn't want her friend to know.

Anyways... my wing was amazed and commented that there was a 100% difference in my pickup abilities.

So there you have it my friends.... a good night for the record books!!!!


You can also read this in my 30 day challenge by clicking on the link below.


© Johnny Malibu 2010

April, 28, 2010

I've set a goal to go out 4 times a week. I really want to focus on cold approaches rather than depending on social proof.

I decided to sarge at a local hookah bar in the suburbs. From my view there are two crowds here; the early philosophical bohemian crowd and then the after hour party goers. It is in fact a great after party location because it stays open all through the night. I really recommend that your try different venues like this if you are always going to clubs. The women are different and sexy in a smart way.

What I like about the hookah bar is that it allows for some very normal openers. It's a laid back social atmosphere. You can bring your laptop or even dance. The draw back is that the crowds are smaller and more intimate. I walked around opening random sets and making new friends. My opener was very simple. I simply would ask about what their favorite flavor was.

I opened 3 sets and had some frustrations because several of the girls here were with their boyfriends. Finally I hooked HB7 Hookah girl. She had just walked over from the bar next door and was looking for friends who didn't show up. I asked about her favorite flavor and suggested that she stay and shared a hookah with me. Somehow I was able to get into comfort with her really quickly. It turns out that she is a regular there. The invitation was all she needed. We played words with friends (scrabble) and shared our views on several different topics. I used several tests for buying temperature and banter skills from my boot camp.

I also mixed in story telling skills. Since it was obvious that I had stitches on the side of my neck we were able to talk about accidents. She mentioned that she had never broken a bone or had stitches in her life. I told a story about breaking my hand while I was riding a jetski last 4th of July. While I was telling her about how my hand had to be re-broken before they could reset it to heal... I told her to show me her hand. I went through this suspenseful story about how it was done and held her hand in the process. I really wish I would have remembered to set her hand on my knee or something. Anyways, it's a crazy story that DHV's me in so many ways that I can thread several different directions. Examples: *I got drunk to keep from having to make my friends go home. *We built this party barge with our own hands and it had a strippers pole on the back. *It turned into girls gone wild and we were the party at the lake. *I had a girl strip completely naked to get one strand of beads from my neck. *The boat started sinking on our way home. *My black friend Marcus helped me up a hill and had to leave me passed out at a campfire because it turned out to be a bunch of nazi white supremist.

While I was raising her buying temperature she displayed her interest by constantly shit testing me. The shit tests were more about what I knew, what concert's I've been to, and how many books I've read. Never before have I recognized this type of response as a high buying temperature. Internally it seemed like passing all these intelligence tests wasn't enough and there was always a new one. I felt like she was interested, but I had to prove that I was who I said I was. I came to the conclusion that she likes those things, but they were actually her call or her challenge for me to step up as a man. So, I decided to just say fuck it and went "cave man" on her. I acted like she was my little sister and started pulling her hair and rough housing. She loved it. I mean loved it. After 2 hours of this I number closed her and walked her out. I wanted to try to take her home, but both of us had to go to work in the morning.

Goals-----

- By the end of this week I plan to have my goals more clearly defined.
- I also will have a system in place for tracking and recording those goals.
- I will have done my homework on purchasing a new car.
- I will go purchase a new item for my wardrobe.

April 29th, 2010..

Ok.. so my goal to go out 4 times a week got setback by an unexpected car accident. My car got totaled and I'm having to deal with my insurance and find a new car. Life should resume to normal soon. I will be going out a little less these 2 weeks until I find my new car.

During the accident I was out on a day 2 with a girl I number closed a few weeks ago. Some guy plowed into the back of the car and I hit my head on the steering wheel and whiplashed back until my head smashed the headrest. This resulted in a grade 2 concussion and whiplash.

Believe it or not, some good things came from this experience. A hot HB8.5 brunette stopped to be my witness and I scored her cellphone number. The PUA gods sometimes smile on us when we least expect it. I was really disoriented when she pulled up. She seemed so bubbly and happy to help. I was hunched over the hood and was shaking my head and my day 2 was sitting in the car.

She walked up and said, "I can be your witness... Let me give you my work num... ". I just stared at her and cut her off, "my god.... you are so beautiful...." I continued to shake my head and look at her. Then she goes, "Ugh.. I'm going to give you my cell phone number, I work right there.. but, it should be easier to get hold of me this way."

Haha... I can't claim that as a number close, but you better damn well believe that I will be working to turn it into a different type of close.

BTW... day 2 went great. I took her to play putt-putt. She actually had canceled on me the day before. She said she forgot about having to do a cancer walk. Even though that is a good reason... I still questioned myself. Since I was sensing that she was kind of bored with me I AMPED my attitude up. I cracked jokes and teased her about how I was kicking her ass. By the end of the day 2 all my kino touches were escalated to full out touching each other in all the right places. I told her I wanted to show her where I was moving and took her to my old apartment. My old roommate arrived back in town early so we hung out and watched a movie. I actually made the decision not to kiss close or FClose. She had bad breath and it actually turned me off. Funny.. because I got a text at the end of the night that read something like: you should have kissed me you ass!.

So.. I ended up at the doctor the other day for the headache and whiplash. While I was there I number closed the HB8 Nurse. (Smart and exotic indian girl for me an . We flirted in the past and I always chickened out and failed to pull the trigger. I guess I thought it was rude while someone was at work.

While she was weighing me on the scale..

ME: "It's the shoes that are so heavy".

HB8 nurse: <smiling> "Ugh huh.. sure, it's the shoes. Come on.. " She starts to lead me to examining room.

ME: "Oh.. these are SPEECIAAAAAAL shoes for running. It's funny... I NEVER used them for that"

HB8 nurse: "Giggling.. so what's the problem today?"

ME: "I was in a car accident and I hit my head really hard... I'm really not feeling so well."

HB8 nurse: "Ok... I need to take your blood pressure let me see your arm.. It's 1xx over 72.."

ME: "Is that good?"

HB8 nurse: "No.. actually it's a little high"

ME: "That would be your fault... <Smile> Why are you doing this to me? <In playful high voice - played the victim>

HB8 nurse: <Blushes and play hits my arm.> "Let's take your temperature... "

ME: <it was taking a long time and she was kind of standing ON me> "Why is this taking so long.. you just want to stand next to me... don't you?"

HB8 nurse <blushing and flirty> "I guess it was just thinking... "

ME: "What was it thinking? I'm not an amphibian"

HB8 nurse: <Smiling big and rolling eyes> "Ok.. he's going to be in shortly.. "

ME: <as she turns to go> "WAIT... " she turns back around.. "Aren't you forgetting something? "

HB8 nurse: <still smiling> "I am.. What?"

ME <pointing to my arm and shoulder> "Don't I get a sticker?? "

HB8 nurse: <laughing> "haha yean... YOU'LL GET a sticker later... "

DOC COMES IN... and we shoot the shit. He writes me scripts. As I get ready to leave another nurse almost runs into me at the door.. HB HEFTY. I know she thinks I'm god's gift to women, she really is nice and I enjoy her company, but not anyone I'm attracted to. She is rushing so fast she almost slips on her ass, but instead kicks one foot up in the air.

ME ... whoa there... are you trying to ninja kick me?!! <smiling>

HB HEFTY NURSE.. <laughing> hehe no... <flustered>

ME ... Haha ok.. just making sure we're not holding auditions today for stunt women.

HB HEFTY NURSE <giggly> Haha.. you're too funny.. what are you doing here? I just wanted to come say hello!

ME ... yada yada yada

I get around the corner and HB8 india nurse smiles and to my disbelief has found one of those stickers they put on the little kids arms for getting a shot. I look at her and roll my eyes as she sticks it on my arm.

ME "I was kind of hoping for something that might get me a free grande iced coffee at starbucks or something?"

HB8 nurse <playfully> "Well if you don't want the sticker I'm sur... "

ME <cutting her off and whispered tone> "I was really trying to suggest that I get your number and we meet for coffee"

HB8 nurse <smiles> "just a sec.. " <turns to the desk behind me writes on sticky note and hands it to me>
and then says "I hope you're feeling better soon"

Hahahaha, sticker close! Nice.

Like that one? Ha ha... yeah... I don't know where it really came from. Oh wait... yes I do! I was programmed by aliens..

Back from a wild week of fun!!!!!

This past weekend I went on a road trip to Austin!

Saturday night I was helping my boys. They were doing awesome and opening sets right and left. Soon they are going to be pulling some beautiful women!!! I really hope we all get to sarge soon.

While I was strictly on WINGMAN DUTY... I just couldn't help noticing this set of BEAUTIFUL latin beauties! Anyone that knows me, knows that these women were made for my pleasure. I look back and forth at this one short gorgeous young latin girl. I wonder if it's just me or is she really noticing me? It sure seems like it! There's some magnetic chemistry. I start to think: Am I going to do something about it? I watch guy after guy go up... and everyone is striking out! I count 50 or more approaches.

I honor the code and give my bros first shot. Toward the end of the evening her beautiful sparkling eyes just keep locking eyes with me. Now I have to admit a weakness here. In my life when this has happened; I choked. I got nervous. I did nothing. I defeated myself. But, this time I'm telling myself that this is going to be different.

One of my bros challenges me to open a set. He knows I'm only winging, but actually says that he want's to see if I can really open a girl. I'm thinking: I'm fucking working.... I have to stay to the code.

The club is 3 levels. I see my set turn to leave. On both sides of the club there are stairs. They take the right side which is the long way since they have to take 3 flights down. I take the left which is a one flight short cut to the front door. By the time they make it down I'm resting by the front door. My dumb ass lets them walk out. At least, I'm cool enough to look like I'm on my phone. I set and debate for 5 minutes while watching them stand in the street. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK THIS! I DESERVE THIS! It's 10 minutes and no one will miss me. I tell the door guy I'll be right back and strut out to the street and open the set. I decide not to use any canned material as my boys and every other PUA have already opened this set inside and out.

<I walk up to the 4 set of latin girls standing by a car in front of the clubs>

ME: Hey quick question.. what do you think is the best club over here? ( clubs all over the place )

<BEFORE THEY CAN ANSWER>

ME: The reason why I ask is that most of these clubs are new to me and I'm looking for a good place for my friends celebration.

HB10* <TARGET> El Salvador Latina - Oh.. We just moved here...

ME: Oh, really.. where are you from?

HB10 Friend Colombia Latina <FRIEND jumps in and says> - Colombia..

ME: No way!!!!! What city are you from? I start naming off Colombian cities..

<She doesn't answer> <They look at me amazed.. like who is this white guy!!!?>

HB10 Friend Colombia Latina - Have you ever heard of Bogota!!!???? <HAHA.. the one city I didn't name>

ME: Ahhhh.. have you ever heard of NYC? Haha.. Seriously I have so many friends from Colombia. < social proofing >

ME: I love aguardente... < it's VERY STRONG alcohol and shows I know her culture >

HB10 Friend Colombia Latina - What!?? YES.. is so good!!! < shes excited and very surprised >

ME: y arepas.. is so good mmmm..... Seriously.. I know what you're doing next New Years eve. You're going to be wearing yellow underwear, eating 12 grapes, and running around the block with luggage< y arepas is a type of food like a tortilla and the New Years is a tradition for good luck, wishes, and travel. >

HB10 Friend Colombia Latina - WHAT!!!!! Really!!!!!?? < girls are all giggly and high pitched now >

ME: Yes.. my best friends are from Colombia, Venezuela, and El Salvador.

HB10* <TARGET> El Salvador Latina - Have you ever tried papusas? Is from my country!

<Haha.. her and I have been looking at each other all night. She is my target. The Colombian is very hot.. but, there is that something special* about this one.>

ME: Of course!! My best friend Miguel is from there and I'm supposed to go. You know he is gay.. so it's hard for his family. I really hoping to go. Have you ever been to Dallas?

HB10* <TARGET> El Salvador Latina: Yes.. one time.

ME: Well, one of my good friends is a DJ. You should come party with me. I come down to Austin all the time. But, you're welcome to meet my friends and have fun.

<HB10 Colombia Latina and my target start to battle for my attention and say I should visit both their countries. I find out that they are here for school. I start to isolate my target ( just by turning her from the group ). Difficult because I have every ones adoration. >

ME: You are absolutely adorable. I really noticed you earlier and I know that we saw each other. I just had to come talk to you.

HB10* <TARGET> El Salvador Latina - I know.. how come you didn't talk to me in the club?

ME: Well... I'm working and I wasn't able to. Sooooooo... Give me your number!

<I get just a little resistance and then she gives me her number. She tells me she has a boyfriend and that he is watching. I laugh and tell her whatever!!!! Then her friends beg me to go with them over to another club. I say that I'm really sorry that I really am working and I have to get back. However I want to see them again and we can all go party. They plead and I let them know I will get in touch>

I walk back into the club with a big smile. My bro from boot camp, AZN Clark Kent, saw me number close which made it even better for me! I lean against the bar with Kevin and and shoot the shit. 5 minutes hasn't gone by and a very very attractive blond grabs my chest and tells me I'm hot. Kevin and I look at each other and he smiles and says, "Go with it! Go with it!". While she pulls on my swag chain and feels me up. I kiss close her. (Tell this story later)

Towards the end of the evening. I text HB10* <TARGET> El Salvador Latina. She responds back the next morning. I respond back to her that I'm going to be leaving that evening... *and then* the phone rings.. yes, that's right!!

I'm loving this life!!