Had my b-day today. I ate a lot of cake. A friend’s flown in from Copenhagen (fellow pua) …. We just chilled, ate pizza and cake, and watched a couple of movies. Here’s what been doing on. The major development is that I’ve been in touch with Hb letter writer. She’s totally been ignoring my calls and texts, which is weird because she’d written me back an awesome letter. So, I texted her today demanding she not ignore me. She said “I’ll call you if you promise not to pick up” … and I said sure. An hour later she does and I let her leave a message. I listened to the message and she had a bunch of weak ass excuses why she doesn’t think she wants to get involved. This included because she saw a funny video of me on youtube, (non PU related – lol), because I told her I’d slept with someone the morning I met her (her answer was “3 nights ago” and because my facebook status is “it’s complicated”
Great reasons. So, either she’s crazy. Or – crazy about me. Or, at least just scared of getting hurt. This would explain why she hasn’t had a boyfriend in 3 years. I mean she’s hot – so I knew something was up. Then again, being out of her fucking mind would be a pretty good reason for her to be single too. It’s interesting, one of my readers emailed me asking me what I thought of this blog post:
http://www.sashapua.com/blog/nov-25th.html
The post talk about how – there should be no effort in an interaction with a woman. And there shouldn’t. Why should I try and convince a girl for my value? If she can’t see it – it’s her loss.
I guess I’m faced with this decision again with this girl. I mean, I know the way to get her. I just have to write her an awesome letter telling her how I feel about her… how much I like her and …. That I’ve been thinking about her every day since I met her. It’s true. Sure, it’s fucking AFC shit. But it’s the truth. My mate Gameboy Huckleberry convinced me to send the text I did today. And I’m glad I did it, because I now know what’s going on. Even tho. According to “Game” I shouldn’t have contacted her for quite a while after leaving her 2 voicemail messages and 1 text and not hearing back. Shit, I’d tell anyone in that spot to leave it the fuck alone. But, I guess all circumstances are different. And sometimes, game is bullshit. I really like this girl – we had something And I know she felt it too – there’s no question about that. So, it’s ok for me to express that I like her and demand she tell me what the fuck’s going on. And she did.
Shit man. Meeting this girl has reminded me that, deep down – I’m a romantic. And I really like her, A lot. And I’m going to wait a day (game) and then I’m going to write her a big, soppy fucking letter telling her all the cheesy shit you’re not supposed to say. But it will all be true. She is different from all the other girls. I have been thinking about her every day since I met her. I do think we could have something amazing together. Every day I think she’s not with me I feel.. something is missing.
She’ll know it’s all true, and she’s gonna think about me non stop.
No matter what happens though – I’m going to express myself and be a man. I’m going to tell her that I want her and that she’s a fool to walk away from me for no good reason. And then – whatever happens happens.
Right, enough about my temporary one itus (lol) …… I did some sick pickups last week.
Like, really really smooth shit. I’ve actually been sticking to my own rule and opening the first hottie I see every day…. Solid for a week now. It’s awesome. I teach this on all my bootcamps but haven’t really been doing it for ages now – just when I feel the motivation. But it really is something. Like – it just puts you in a social and rood for the whole day if you just man up and run after the first hottie you see. It’s great! The reaction is great too. Check out how this one a few days ago went. I’d literally just walked out of my flat and this hottie is walkin by:
Sasha “Wow, that’s so werid!”
HB “What?”
Sasha “I live right here, and I just walked out of my house and here’s this hottie right in front of me. It’s amazing. I wish it could be like every day
HB hahaha thanks
Sasha “Yea, no problem. So listen….. what are you doing in my good?”
HB “I’m just going to meet some blah blah blah”
She happily stopped and chatted a few mins. Tons of Ioi’s. Told me she was single but seeing one guy. Agreed to a drink the next day (which was Friday) but then flaked.
I re-texted on Monday – no reply. Gay.
Just goes to show you – no matter how good the pickup is, it doesn’t mean jack shit.
I met this lovely Bulgarian girl too. We spoke like 20 mins and she told me how men all try and pick her up. How one dude followed her… and when she refused to give up her number he said
“Ok 300 pounds”
And she was like “What, for a date?”
And he said “For a date, and something after”
WOW! Jesus fucking Christ. I was like “uhh, do you have this guy’s number? I’ll give you money for it!” haha. This dude needs gaaaaaameeeeeeeee.
Man it’s so sad. I already know that if I actually met this guy and tried to help him and teach him game, he wouldn’t be interested in the last. The ones that need it the most, are the most afraid of that.
Is this the only area in life like this? Those who need it the most run away? If you’re hungry, you learn to fish. If you need to learn to speak Spanish, you learn to speak Spanish. But if you need to learn to have social skills with women – you’ll like to your friends, others, anything to avoid comin to terms with the fact that you need help.
Why is that?
Hmm….
February 11, 2010 at 2:43 pm
Hey.
Happy birthday ;)
Yeah, thanks again for your reply on that mail. That helped me. I’ll write back more later if you’re interested.
I like how you feel free to experiment and not just keep to “THE pua scheme” because I think at some level it becomes less and less relevant and “inner game” is all that really matters then.
And I also agree with your view on how the guys who need it most often don’t want to get into it. My guess would be they are too insecure to come out to themselves and admit they actually need help. Oh well.
May 15, 2010 at 8:50 am
The worst gift is a fruitcake.There is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other.One of my favorite birthday quote.