06-01-2017, 07:42 AM
Been going through a lot of shit. A lot of resistance. Something cleared and it's like I'm a whole new person.
Got two NEW numbers at the gym today and a date with the sexy MT fighter (J) tonight to see Wonder Woman.
The first chick -- D -- a bubbly little unicorn (you know the types) wouldn't keep her hands off me. 6.5/10. I mentioned to the Coach that I was going to f*ck her and he referred to her as f*ckable but not walkable. Meaning, she's cute enough to bang but not to walk with her hanging off your arm. True. She's bubbly and has a great personality, but she's kinda... dingy? Like, seriously, you know the type. You just wanna go AWWWWW when they talk, while thinking how much you'd like to f*ck her brains out. The "taker" types. As in, she'd just take the d*ck as hard as you can give it to her.
Anyway -- at one point, she even found a reason to tug at my sexy ass Muay Thai shorts, claiming they were falling apart. I called her out, said she was looking for a reason to rub my muscular legs. Ever seen a black woman blush? She did, and giggled -- went completely silent. The other women around her started giggling too, but not AT her. They wanted to do the same thing. I got some muscular ass legs. She told me that she wanted to spar but she was afraid to go with the other women and wanted me to do it so she could "learn the basics."
Read the subtext. She wanted a reason to get physical and touch me some more. I told her to ask the Coach (since he has to give initial approval on ANYONE sparring), but he said no -- she's still too new. So, I told her to put her number in my phone and we'd get together on a day where there's no class and I'd show her the ropes. We both know that's bullshit. We'll "spar," I'll put my hands all over her, dominate her and then invite her to watch the new Kevin Hart stand up on my 100" professional projector screen. Where, of course, I'll escalate and f*ck her.
The second chick is this reallly sexy Latina -- C. No stories there, we were just chatting and I handed her my phone, instructed her to put her number in it. I texted both women "yo, this is [chaos]" so they'd know to add me.
In both cases, I used the body language knowledge that certain people claim isn't real to inform my decisions to escalate. Also -- I had killer style (for those who claim style doesn't matter -- here's my gloves and here's the Thai shorts, I wore a black fitted Under Armour athletic tee) and I'm well-groomed and I smell very nice thanks to this new cologne that was gifted to me. Also, I acted calm, confident, cocky and funny -- telling jokes, being conversational. Just a general high status dude. So, all the wild ass and weird theories flying around here about what works are mostly bullshit.
ALSO...
Muay Thai coach asked me to hang out with him at the bar on Saturday to watch the UFC game. All of his long time students were staring at him like wtf because he's never invited them out.
AND...
My old boxing coach's daughter is stalking me. I told her to stop texting me as I "had a girlfriend now," but she keeps on going. Last night, she texted me again, asking if I was ever going to "stop giving her the silent treatment." Didn't respond again. She's a waste of time and a value leech.
The aura is real. The celebrity vibe is real. DMSI is real.
Got two NEW numbers at the gym today and a date with the sexy MT fighter (J) tonight to see Wonder Woman.
The first chick -- D -- a bubbly little unicorn (you know the types) wouldn't keep her hands off me. 6.5/10. I mentioned to the Coach that I was going to f*ck her and he referred to her as f*ckable but not walkable. Meaning, she's cute enough to bang but not to walk with her hanging off your arm. True. She's bubbly and has a great personality, but she's kinda... dingy? Like, seriously, you know the type. You just wanna go AWWWWW when they talk, while thinking how much you'd like to f*ck her brains out. The "taker" types. As in, she'd just take the d*ck as hard as you can give it to her.
Anyway -- at one point, she even found a reason to tug at my sexy ass Muay Thai shorts, claiming they were falling apart. I called her out, said she was looking for a reason to rub my muscular legs. Ever seen a black woman blush? She did, and giggled -- went completely silent. The other women around her started giggling too, but not AT her. They wanted to do the same thing. I got some muscular ass legs. She told me that she wanted to spar but she was afraid to go with the other women and wanted me to do it so she could "learn the basics."
Read the subtext. She wanted a reason to get physical and touch me some more. I told her to ask the Coach (since he has to give initial approval on ANYONE sparring), but he said no -- she's still too new. So, I told her to put her number in my phone and we'd get together on a day where there's no class and I'd show her the ropes. We both know that's bullshit. We'll "spar," I'll put my hands all over her, dominate her and then invite her to watch the new Kevin Hart stand up on my 100" professional projector screen. Where, of course, I'll escalate and f*ck her.
The second chick is this reallly sexy Latina -- C. No stories there, we were just chatting and I handed her my phone, instructed her to put her number in it. I texted both women "yo, this is [chaos]" so they'd know to add me.
In both cases, I used the body language knowledge that certain people claim isn't real to inform my decisions to escalate. Also -- I had killer style (for those who claim style doesn't matter -- here's my gloves and here's the Thai shorts, I wore a black fitted Under Armour athletic tee) and I'm well-groomed and I smell very nice thanks to this new cologne that was gifted to me. Also, I acted calm, confident, cocky and funny -- telling jokes, being conversational. Just a general high status dude. So, all the wild ass and weird theories flying around here about what works are mostly bullshit.
ALSO...
Muay Thai coach asked me to hang out with him at the bar on Saturday to watch the UFC game. All of his long time students were staring at him like wtf because he's never invited them out.
AND...
My old boxing coach's daughter is stalking me. I told her to stop texting me as I "had a girlfriend now," but she keeps on going. Last night, she texted me again, asking if I was ever going to "stop giving her the silent treatment." Didn't respond again. She's a waste of time and a value leech.
The aura is real. The celebrity vibe is real. DMSI is real.
