Denver's Dandy

Money vs. Health Part 2

2011-03-05T01:33:00.001-07:00

I finally had it after several mornings of hearing the semi truck backing up into the dock below my window. Just like clockwork it always happened at 4AM. Adding this wonderful experience to a room that had no AC during the summer and sleeping on a bed that had no support I could do nothing but make do. The months of restless nights piled up and soon I was experiencing anxiety problems.

You don't need a doctor to tell you something is wrong, and with a month left in my tour of duty as an Engineering Intern I was struggling. My blood pressure was regularly in the high 140's and most days I was ready to pass out anywhere. Being healthy almost all of my life this was a hard lesson that I was learning. It's true when people say that when you're in the middle of a storm you don't see an end. I'm glad that I had the support of a wonderful woman, who is my soulmate to help me see that the way I was living was not healthy.

Looking back at so many of my previous posts based on health and money I realized that this problem was not new. I had been dealing with it most of my life. It took the summer to realize that I created my own stress and anxiety. To some degree I did not need to stay up at all hours of the night to cram for an exam the next day or choose to go out to the bars knowing that I already had a sleep deficit. The fact is that when we're young we think nothing can touch us, the truth is that everything catches up to you.

I'm blessed because I have learned that I need to take better care of myself now and change my habits. Some of us rarely do and those are the people that keep pushing through the sleepless nights and the health problems to make the money. Thankfully again because of a good woman I have learned to live a life where I can be both successful and healthy. All it takes is realizing that 1. you're not immortal, choosing to ignore your body's signals will lead to physical and mental exhaustion 2. there must be time for sleeping, relaxing and taking care of yourself. Most importantly is using the time and money that we have more wisely.

When it comes to money we tend to think of it as a never ending tree bearing fruit. As long as it keeps coming we don't really care about what may happen in the future. This was my way of thinking years ago, as long as money was coming in I didn't care about being prepared for the future. But it's funny that when I held two jobs and was making the most money in my life I seemed to be the poorest. Now that all i have is a part time job it seems that I have more saved up then ever before.

What changed was the reality that my current opportunities are not infinite, they change just like we do. With that in mind why not take full advantage of a job and instead of just spending everything save what we can. An example of saving and I never imagined that I would ever say these words, choosing to shop at ROSS, TJ Maxx and consignment stores rather than Hugo Boss, Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth Avenue, etc.. Don't get me wrong I will always appreciate fine clothing but I finally understand that the clothes do not make the man.

For me the fine expensive clothing was a way to make up for what I felt that I was lacking physically, monetarily, etc..

We all say that if only there was a way to go back in time, we would change some or everything we think was a mistake. Unfortunately we have to live with our choices, my advice to everyone is to reflect on what you want from life and find a balance between your passion as well as your health. Please don't float through life waiting for something good, go and find it. Also, don't ignore when your body is telling you to stop or slow down. Do something about it now because the older we become the harder it will be to change our habits. Stress and anxiety don't kill we ourselves do it steadly by not choosing to listen when there is something wrong.

Boys just want to have Fun

2011-02-18T02:30:00.001-07:00

Tonight I joined my brother Guitar Hero for Hire for a night out. I decided not to make plans and just go wherever whenever. We watched "Jersey Shore" and watched as Ronny continued with his girlfriend issues, drank some Leffe and some Hangar One Lime. We left and headed to Croc's, it was dead my Bro headed to the can and after we headed to some other bar don't remember because it was dead as well. Throughout the night we got to talking about some of the funny things had happened so far. One of those being having some guy at Brooks bothering me alot, the guy stays too long and basically comes off as he's trying to win my approval--weird. Anyway, we made it to Croc's and ordered some Gin & Tonics chilled out and kept on our way. Next we went to "The Tavern" where we enjoyed some Long Island Ice Tea's, it would have been a good night except Guitar Hero For Hire beat me at Foosball. It's ok though, most of it was luck. Later we walked over to the Gin Lounge and we ate some Popcorn. Apparently according to Guitar Hero For Hire two guys in his group spend 80% of the time out checking themselves out. Funniest thing is they stand somewhere spread out their arms and check their clothes, to make sure they are still fresh. I told him next time that happens to approach some girls and tell them that these two guys are studying to become mimes, see what that does for them. We walked over to Lavish where we met Sifu and the Tequila flowed. Guitar Hero for Hire did not finish his shots so I had to pick up his slack. I finally got a chance to catch up with Sifu and will meet up with him later next week. I shared some of my crazy stories with Guitar Hero for Hire and after several drinks we headed out. I needed to take a leak so I went in an alley, Guitar Hero for Hire went further away from me and to our surprise just as I had buttoned up two Security Guards popped up from no where and saw Guitar Hero For Hire mid stream. I casually zipped up and so did Guitar Hero for Hire, thankfully the Security guards did not send us to Detox. Later Guitar Hero and I headed to Chubby's for some Chili cheese fries, I don't remember the ride but do remember the chili cheese fries. Thanks Guitar Hero For Hire I had a blast, the Tequila did me in. Thankfully we didn't end up in Detox.

Breaking Scientific News: Men don't have tear ducts--only the Nice guys do

2011-02-13T00:26:00.004-07:00

For me it began in Middle School, when most guys were dating and experimeting with the opposite sex I became the shoulder to cry on. Yes I was popular with the girls but not for the reasons which I wanted. My status was evident in their Yearbook entries, most of the entries read, "You're such a great person, don't ever change". Yes, it felt good knowing that all of these girls adored me but it was crippling my chances of learning how to play the game. My education came solely from listening to these girls complain about how their boyfriends were cheating or taking advantage of them. And so it happened that because I myself was attracted to these girls I corrolated the behavior of these duech bags as the way I needed to be. Unfortunately I lacked confidence and could not pull such a thing off. The only advantage that I developed during this time was learning to be a good listener.

Being a nice guy impared my skills so much that when I wanted to meet the girls I liked I came off as weird. Most devastating were the times that out of nervousness I would shoot myself in the foot. An example was when leaving a message for a very attractive sorority girl in college I pretended that I was leaving a pizza delivery order on her machine. Desperation makes any man do stupid things. At the time this sorority girl's initial interest in me was so valuable to me that I became clingy.

When the nice guy can't overcome the obstacles to connect with the woman he likes it is best to switch to sensetive caring mode. Aside from the Sorority girl in College the next most attractive girl I met was a German nanny. Her German accent gave my ears orgasms everytime she would say my name, and let's not forget her gymnast physique. Again my attempts to build on the attraction became ackward and just like a slow motion camera I saw her attraction dwindle. Out of survival I switched to sensetive caring mode and lost her attraction.

It's not easy taking criticism when it relates to a physical quality you can do nothing about. Only nice guys have tear ducts. Most of the tears were due to the desperation that there was absolutely nothing I could do about my body. In High school I met a very attractive girl who played on the Volleyball team. I realized she had an interest when I saw her and her girlfriends checking me out on the soccer field one day. With the help of a close friend I got her number and late one night I got the confidence to call her. The discussion was not memorable and again my lack of social awareness made the conversation close to the end ackward. Eventually I discovered that even before I had a chance she had told my close friend that my voice was as bad as clawing a chalkboard. It's hard not taking that type of criticism to heart.

When I joined the Social Artists of Denver I accepted who I am and what I look like. Just like a world class athlete I trained myself by putting myself in situations where people would judge me, and harshly. Eventually I was walking into sets of 10 or more girls and finding pleasure in defunking their stereotypes about me. Yes I looked like a nice guy but I quickly made it clear that I was there to play.

So learn from my experience boys, don't be afraid to want something and don't let the nice guy kill your momentum. There are alot of things that you can not change about who you are, and you are the only one that can choose what to improve. Women think they know what they want, our job as men is to prove them wrong.

Conquering Denver's Ultra HB's

2011-01-29T02:21:00.000-07:00

It was by accident that I discovered this advantage. How does any Pickup Artist or regular guy score the hottest chicks? Let me be more clear by hottest, I mean the models, go go dancers, and overall Ultra HB's.

Working at Brooks Tower I soon realized that the parties were coming to me. These were the people that ran the bars, clubs, and had access to any party downtown. I indulged in some of the invitations and was amazed at the different world that I was exposed to. Imagine walking into any club or bar on a weekend night when there was a long line. Or getting comped drinks as often as I wanted, that was the type of hospitality I was being offered.

The experience was a far cry from the time when I first began frequenting the clubs and bars on my own. Imagine me a fresh 21 year old kid trying to figure out what the nightlife was all about. Back then all I could do was stand by the bar and just enjoy the scene. It was an impossibility to even think of talking to any of the hot girls. In fact I made so many mistakes during my pre-Pickup Artist days that I still laugh at the memories. Exactly what was I thinking the many times that I would reach out and try to grab the hand of a HB10? As if that would get a positive reaction. Or going onto the dance floor and trying to either talk or rub up on the girls. I was a lost man during that time trying in vain to get an HB10 to even acknowledge me.

Eventually I discovered how any man can overcome the obstacles of first impression and more. Here's my advice, if you want that Go-Go dancer get involved with her dance group or the establishment. Doing so will give you the opportunity to build better rapport with her. The advantage is you don't have to be one of the 60 guys that has tried to hit on her during the night while she's working. If you want the Ultra HB get to know the establishment including Bouncers, Promoters, Bartenders, etc.. because having that social credibility will open the door to getting to know her beyond one of the guys trying to hit on her when her Bitch shield is up.

It's always amazed me how some people out of being in the right place at the right time will benefit from experiences most people would never get. A perfect example was a Maintenance guy who ended up hooking up with an HB9. It was one of those situations where the girl was lonely and his invitation to grab a drink turned into a lay. Another was a Parking Attendant reaching 2nd base with an HB9 solely because he was nice to her and she was lonely. As for yours truly several years ago when I was an overnight Front Desk Attendant, having several occasions of HB's invite me up for wink wink drinks. The advantage is finding the opportunity to meet these girls outside of their jobs. That is when you'll have the best chance to show them what you got.

Coming out of the Closet--thanks to Hugo Boss

2011-01-29T01:36:00.001-07:00

Let's be clear that the only thing coming out of the closet are those old, and out of date clothes. During my time as a Salesman for Hugo Boss Denver I learned that a person has the ability to develop his own style without 1)spending alot of money and 2)maintaining their own comfort level.

A while back a good friend of mine asked me to help him with his wardrobe. It wasn't that he didn't know what to wear it was that he did not know how to make the jump from old khakis and faded polos to standout and sharp. It always amazed me that whenever I would meet him to hang out or go sarging he would show up in the most ackward clothes. Imagine standing in line at a posh club and having a friend with you who's wearing old tennis shoes, and faded clothes.

Don't get me wrong and think that I'm putting down every guy that is barely getting by and can't afford nice clothes. The reality is that there are expectations, if you want to meet an HB10 that goes out all of the time then you must understand that there is a level of sophistication that comes with the territory. And maybe extreme changes are not reasonable for you, well let's start with small things. For example, if new clothes are out of the picture focus on what is available to you. That may mean keeping your existing wardrobe clean and presentable, or getting a haircut, or shining your shoes. Whatever gets you in the frame of mind that you are going out looking your best, because when you feel at your best there is nothing you can't accomplish.

There was a time when even yours truly went through a grungy stage. But as all things I learned from it and benefited. So do yourself a favor if you're looking for something more beneficial in your life make the changes to help get you there.

Don't be that guy that goes into a club smelling of B.O. or amazingly has to use a toothpick to tape together his glasses that are falling apart. The only thing you benefit is being laughed at. As an ugly duckling myself that became a pretty boy there is no better feeling than walking into a club and having the room check you out.

How Aveda saved my Life

2011-01-29T01:07:00.000-07:00

Surprisingly there is alot to be said about taking a trip to the Spa. You must understand that the initial thought of doing something like this was as appealing as going to Sunday Mass at 6:00AM. Regardless when I took the plunge and I set up my appointment for a Massage, Haircut, and a Facial I was going with an open mind. So what drove me to do such a thing?

It began with the turtlenecks that I wore on a daily basis to hide the invasion of pimples that developed under my chin. To this day I still cringe at the thought of seeing all of them. Eventually I became desperate and could not handle living a half life, the turtlenecks and the isolation was enough to seek help. Before I walked into the Spa I wondered if it really was worth it and if I belonged there. After all the Spa is the woman's sanctuary. You can call it fortune or luck but I will never forget how that one trip changed my pimple ridden face and my over all health.

My advice to all of those guys out there who are fed up or out of desperation need help dealing with pimples is to go see a specialist. Try a facial at a spa, or see a dermatologist because life is too short to miss out on the opportunities.

The real incentive is the fact that at any spa there is always an overwhelming amount of women. So for all of you aspiring Pickup Artist it is the perfect place to meet the Sorostitute of your dreams.

The King of the One Liners

2011-01-23T03:11:00.000-07:00

Recently I shared some advice with my brother Guitar Hero for Hire (GHFH), it related to Opening sets. It always amazed me that almost all guys who began the journey into becoming pickup artists struggled with one thing--Opening sets. My talent was that I didn't care about the outcome and basically dived in head first. That's what made me good and gave me my social fame. Especially when there were large sets I would get a kick out of walking right into the group of people and going directly for my prize HB8-10.

But gentlemen, opening sets is simply the tip of the iceberg. The real meat of the challenge is in the interaction with the girl when you meet to hang out. It's sad but the reality is that some Social Artists/Pickup Artists can't progress from the opening. As is the case with a still active Pickup Artist who I had the pleasure of meeting in 2006. I was shocked when GHFH told me that this Pickup Artist (MBX) was still out there and from the sound of it was still as struggling. My fault was that I struggled in developing trust, yes I could open but could not go further.

Thus, it should not be enough to open sets. There must be a progression into future meetups with the girl and developing relationships to one's desire. Only then can a Pickup Artist say that he is good at his trade. Simply opening is not enough to build the talents needed to reach your goal. For anyone can blindly go about asking, "Who lies more, men or women" and crown themselves King of the One Liners. But rather why not push yourself further to become the King of Lays or the King of one woman's heart.

She sneezed in my direction, does that mean she likes me?

2011-01-23T02:20:00.000-07:00

There was a time in my life when I had alot of girlfriends. In fact I had a different one most other days. During pre-adolescence it was so easy to have a partner, and I'll always remember sharing my lunch with my girlfriend in the playground or holding hands. Soon with the arrival of social status and both boys and girls developing physically the field of dating became something different.

The playing field and advantage soon went to those that were taller, more muscular, and whose parents had the bigger houses and nicer cars. Unfortunately for me my love life suffered because I did not have those things. Another factor was my unfortunate status with most girls as a "nice guy". All there was to do was watch as the douche bags were parading all of the hot girls. Middle school and High school were basically the same for me, I was a "nice guy" and eventually fell into infatuation with one girl.

From time to time there was always a guy who did not have all of the luxuries but had social talents. They were the one's that made me wonder why I could not have what they did especially when they were at my own playing field. Social talents transcended physical, and financial limitations, and I could not understand why it was so hard for me to learn that. The hardest thing for a guy in Middle School or High School is to approach a woman and get rejected. We all know that soon the news spreads and that rejection becomes like a scarlet letter. The thought of that kept me from asking many girls out, for why should I suffer rejection and go for the next four years reminded of it by my peers.

This may have been the same fear many guys had and thus why the pussyfooting was created. Pussyfooting in terms of figuring out whether a girl likes you enough not to reject you if you should ask her out. So began the speculation that any and every small gesture that a girl made meant something. Guys would spend hours wondering if her sneeze in their direction meant that she liked him. And of course the place an X in this box if you want to go out with me. But gentlemen the Kings were the guys who whether or not had advantages had the confidence to plow through rejections and maintain a strong frame. These guys were the unsung heroes of Middle school and High school.

My advice is to quit the Pussyfooting and go for it. Because if you can't be honest with what you want then you deserve to sit in the back wasting your time wondering if she likes you or not. Even if you get rejected at least you'll be respected enough for having the balls to go up to that HB10. But of course like all things know your limitations. Don't ask the Head cheerleader out if you know she's dating the Quarterback.

Build it and they will come, enforce it and they will leave

2011-01-23T00:23:00.000-07:00

Throughout my life my biggest fear has been being alone. This fear stiffled my growth as a person in most areas of my life. Unfortunately I was one of those kids that would give too much of myself in order to keep friends. Often times these friendships became toxic as they exposed me to many dangerous and somewhat illegal things. Regardless these relationships gave me the ability to grow and learn.

Learning to read people and understanding to some level why they behave as they do. Most importantly doing away with one's own naive expectations will do wonders for your life.

A woman and even a man will say that they can change a person. They will build an image in their mind of that person and in their own naive brain believe that every action the person makes is leading them to that ideal image. This was an activity I performed alot when I was a child, believing in my mind that these toxic friends would someday change into the image that I saw in my mind. It proved to be a waste of time, one lesson that I learned was that if a person themselves chooses not to change there is no reason to believe they will.

That lesson became reality when I became a Manager for Brooks Tower. It was the first time that I was in a leadership role, there would be twelve employees working for me. My dream came true I would finally have the ability to create an Operation based on my own expectations. In the beginning it was a challenge that I did not anticipate, some of those that were employed decided to leave and their replacements proved to be less than supportive.

At that point I realized that I was back in my adolescence, making exceptions for people that did not deserve them in order to keep my Operation running. One of the worst excuses was having a subordinate tell me that the reason why she could not help me in covering extra hours was because she was babysitting her grandmother's dog. What a slap in the face, and of course because I needed her I had to bite my tongue and make due. For the first 3 months of my Managerial position I was afraid that any enforcement on my part would lead to people leaving. Therefore I had the chore of build false trust in people.

Eventually I realized that there truly was nothing stopping me from finding better people and building something good. Yes it took time and alot of sweat and sacrifice but the result of my work created happy employees, grateful residents, a supportive staff. I learned that a person's own realistic expectations and happiness should never be put aside to please others.

Men are always so afraid to loose a good thing that they will suffocate a woman in hopes of not loosing her. Just like I have done in the course of my life we assume that if we spend every waking moment trying to please someone it will guarantee perpetual bliss. In fact this will only lead to disaster and a broken heart. So therefore don't take a woman's initial interest as an invitation to pour yourself out for her. Give in moderation and make sure that she deserves your attention.

If there is one thing that I learned from being a Pickup Artist it was that there must be a mutual respect in order for something good to come from a relationship. If the other person thinks of themselves more highly and they refuse to see you as an equal then there is no reason to continue forward. No matter how hot a woman is a smart man will never let her become his purpose in life.

To have Social talents is not only for picking up Women

2011-01-22T04:16:00.000-07:00

Walking into his office and staring into his face I saw a man who was semi interested. And when his raised hand made brushing movements directed to the person introducing me, I realized that this man was a douche. Regardless if sarging taught me anything it was that this was a shit test. I maintained my frame, raised my voice, exited from my AFC mode and directed my voice at him. I explained that my experience during my previous tour of duty gave me a clearer insight into the types of projects that his group was involved in. So while he continued to fuss with the papers on his desk and give me vague replies we finally left not having made any headway. The total interaction took five minutes.

The interaction left the same sour taste that i had experienced during my Sarging days when approaching HB10's. I had always known that any person having a higher value whether that is in physical, or achievements, or in education behaves in a manner expressed in I'm better so anyone below my status doesn't deserve my attention.

As a pickup artist we learn to transcend limitations. Our epiphany is discovering that the world doesn't limit us it is ourselves.

So the question to myself was, how would I a simple college student trump an Engineering Department Manager? The answer was social validation. Eventhough he would not give me the time of day, I would use my ties to other employees in that office to create a buzz. This way my second visit would no doubt either be received by a more open conversation or a complete rejection. Either way acceptance or refusal is far better than anything in between.

Therefore it is my belief that social talents are not strictly for use in the Clubs, and Bars. There will always be room in any trade requiring social interactions for those who are talented enough to recognize the social landscape.

The New Social Artist

2011-01-11T17:12:00.008-07:00

As the older brother it has always been my duty to pass along all of my knowledge and skills to my younger brother. I would be lying if I said that I shared my experience going from an AFC to a confident social being with my brother. Between working at the BOSS and Brooks I rarely had time to check in on him. I failed him by not being there for him when he faced the same challenges that I was learning to conquer. It wasn't that I didn't care, it was that I was selfish and quite simply out to do my thing.

Eventually after spending time with him on several occasions and coming upon several beautiful ladies I would catch myself watching my brother's reactions. I thought to myself, alright is he going to stare and ogle like most guys or do something. Part of it for him was the lack of comfort of being around me knowing that like all things I was going to judge him. Judge him I did. I remember thinking to myself that at his age let's say 19 I was a master of seduction on the AOL chat rooms.

At 19 years of age I became an artist, but my talent did not come from true inspiration. It came from the flaming desire to bone whatever female I could find. That's what made me a master of seduction on AOL, I knew exactly what to say and what to look for in a woman. I could get a date with a girl in 10 minutes. I blew through the attraction phase and straight into building comfort. That was the hook, it was always getting the women to tell me about themselves and feeling at ease. Once that was done it was time for the meet. Placing pride aside, the most memorable date was a girl I met from Greeley who drove down to Denver to hang out. Like most girls she was simple but pretty, but at my age substance was the last thing on my mind. Eventually after the movie we headed back to her car and made out. Things would have gone further if not for the security guard that kicked us out of the garage for idling for too long. Like all my dates I told her I wasn't looking for anything beyond the date. Thinking about it now I was a DICK.

Eventually meeting girls on AOL lost its appeal and I pursued something more meaningful=Soccer. That is a different story.

So the day came when I sat my brother down and told him all about "The Game". Beautiful women are not as they seem. The worst thing you could do is fall in love with a woman especially one that does not reciprocate. At that moment all of the wisdom pent up in my head came out: Do not buy her anything, do not take her out to dinners, do not shower her with flowers or jewelry. Save all of that stuff for a woman that has been with you and deserves those things. Don't be a fool like most guys and fall in lust and think that by buying a woman everything she wants it will lead to getting into her pants or her heart.

Unfortunately I've been an owner of a broken heart. My story was that the girl was too young to understand the consequences of leading a naive boy on. Things would have turned out better if she would have told me that all she wanted was my dick and that's it. I probably would have gone with it and left it at that. It took me years to get over her and more years to learn all about those hidden signals that she gave me. Damn those hidden signals, if i was smarter I would have survived.

Men are right only after battles do you learn to think for yourself. I still can't help but feel sorry for all of those poor bastards who are fixated on women who don't reciprocate back. Especially those who hold hope in their hearts that maybe all of their attention and wasted energy will make the woman magically fall in love with them. Basically if a woman that you're interested in does not return calls, texts, emails, after several days it's over. Don't waste your time, if a person is interested that's a different story. So what happens when the woman of your dreams is not reciprocating, well gentlemen that's where the Social Artists comes into play.

After sharing my stories with my brother and watching him sitting there patiently listening to me it was a surprise when he told me that he already knew all about the game and in fact he was a part of the Denver Lair. Wow what a surprise, my brother a Pick Up Artist.

So the "Guitar Hero for Hire" would carry on the work I had begun. So onto the New Social Artist goes my knowledge, and now with him the stories must continue....

The Pampered Man?

2011-01-09T04:39:00.004-07:00

Five years have passed since my first post and after reading all of my adventures I wonder if I'm still the same person. My life is different now, things are no longer as they seem. Now responsibility and stability are the closest things to my mind.

So after five years of chasing dreams and taking chances what has come of me. It took one big change in my life and a big sacrifice on my part to get me here. No longer is my life filled with the friendships I had, no longer are Taggart, Sifu, Tadpole and Cash in reach, the lifestyle that I had been chasing seems to have been put to bed.

It has been said that behind a strong man is a good woman. For most of my life I have searched for a good woman, and I can finally say that I have found her. I did not find her in a bar, or a club, or in any of those places where I was looking. I found her in the last place I would expect and if you only knew how hard the choice was in that moment when I could have chosen to pass on the opportunity. It was on a sunny Sunday in July 3 years ago when we had our first date. I did not know what to expect and the experience was so foreign to me because after all of the attempts to pick up women I still lacked the ability to be open about who I am. I remember part of our date while sitting on a bench, listening to her I had a complete blank. I did not know what to talk about, nothing was coming to mind, all of the Pickup talents I had were useless because I was living in that moment. I did not need to dress myself up in all of the ambition I had and of all of the luxurious things I wanted in the future. I just needed to be myself, being a man who had very little but wanted so much more.

I fell in love with her at a Panda Express. While sitting in front of her eating my Orange Chicken I could not take my eyes off of her. Her beauty radiated and it was mesmering to me. I knew then that this woman in front of me was special and I chose to not let her get away.

The 1st year of our relationship was difficult for me because I was in doubt of what I wanted. It was hard to come to the realization of settling down, of not pursuing any other people. I remember when we finally talked about where the relationship would go, I had a choice and I realized that what I saw in her I could not find anywhere else.

Stress, anxiety, lost energy, and lack of sleep were the partners I had found. The road I was on that would lead me to the things I wanted most. The dreams of being wealthy, of having nice things, of traveling to exotic places were only dreams. Now I needed to do the work to earn them.

It's amazingly wonderful living in a dream, closing your eyes and imaginging all of the things you want. Imagining the Condo in New York, flying in a private jet, being loved and admired were so easy to find in my mind. But sooner or later I realized that dreams do not pay the bills, and dreams become stale if no action preceeds them.

So here I am after several years of hard work, anxiety, and sleepless nights. What have I achieved? I'm finally five semesters from graduating with a B.S. in Civil Enigneering. That goal has been a journey in the same scope as "The Oddysey" by Homer. I have been on that path for so long, and struggled so much. It is what I was meant to do. I have the opportunity to be hired after graduation and truly go onto my chosen field.

There is so much more of the story to tell, so much more to be proud of. Finally my story continues no longer as a Pickup Artist but merely of myself.

The Same Ole' Story

2009-09-21T20:37:00.002-06:00

A few years have passed and it seems a waste not to continue my story. The Pickup Artist is retired but the love of the fine life has not.

I've met a wonderful girl, adopted a dog, and have steadily built on my knowledge of money. I ask patience as more of my story will come but not without first enjoying a nice bowl of Chicken Pho Soup.

Thanks for reading, we'll catch up soon.

The End of Gucci?

2007-04-22T21:17:00.001-06:00

I will no longer add any posts on this Blog.

This is the end of this story and the final post?

Prodigal Son

2007-04-22T19:56:00.000-06:00

I'll always remember the bright sunny days. The greatest thing that I have felt is the warm sun on my skin.

It's so surprising to me how a person can try to change so many things about himself and yet there are some qualities about him that will always define him. When I met Zach, Glenn, Greg, and Cash I expected my character to change. I expected to become a great Pick Up Artist, to fornicate with many women, to live in excess and change myself. Funny thing is since that time I have not reached any of those goals.

The only thing I have done during that time is neglected my spiritual growth. My spirituality and love of God is where I have always found comfort, peace, strength, and my purpose in life.

So it came that when I had to confess all of the negligences that I had commited during the past year I had to make a choice. The choice was, continue pursuing the pleasures of the world or walk with the Lord.

And so I choose to live a spiritual life. With that choice I choose to live a life without Strip Clubs, pornography, drinking liquor to the point of intoxication, fornication with random women, and manipulating women.

The truth is the great joy and confidence which you all have criticized me for lacking has not been for the pursuits of the world.

Let my life be a testament to proclaiming your greatness my Lord.

The Blonde in the Red Dress

2007-02-21T22:49:00.000-07:00

Last night I decided to do alittle socializing for Fat Tuesday-Mardi Gras.

But before heading downtown I watched the movie "Crash." Alot of people have recommended the movie and I finally decided to see it. I was really moved by the plot and I was reminded of how blessed I am. Great movie but not as good as "The Protector" now that's a good movie though the beginning is kind of boring.

So after watching "Crash" I headed Downtown to mingle with the people at Brooks. I used the party to get my name out there and get to know the people who live in the building alittle better. Needless to say I was surprised at how much dirt I got from all of the people I spoke with about other certain people in the building. There was even time to trade some hillarious stories like the Fat Naked Hairy Man running in one of the hallways.

Now eventhough alot of the crowd was over 40 it was still enjoyable to hear about their professions and their life experiences, like having spouses who fought in WWII or fleeing the former Yugoslavia when the Civil War began.

Afterwards I headed to Lyme to meet Cash and Zach who were celebrating Zach's supervisor's birthday. I was considering drinking that night but decided not to. I really wasn't going to get wasted and then try and make it to work at 6AM the next day, worst times ever.

Cashie caught me up on the gossip while Zach told me about his misadventures up in the slopes that day. While we were talking I noticed a very attractive blonde standing up to put on her coat. She was tall, slender, classy, arrogant, and proud. I was very smitten by her and I couldn't help but admire the sight of her.

Of course I wasn't the only one checking her out, at least half of the bar was checking her out. What was funny was the fact that I knew that none of those guys had the balls to go up to her and talk to her. Yes, I am known for taking up the most challenging situations and going in to talk to a bombshell anywhere and anytime.

The approach really doesn't affect me much because I don't really have qualms about getting up and performing in front of people. The thought of going over to that blonde and introducing myself was on my mind and I was on the edge of my seat. She is the type of girl I want to marry. I did not go over and talk to her but what happened was that it reignited my desire for the conquest. To once again go up to the hottest girl in the room and charm her like I used too. It never dawned to me that what really excited me about going out a long time ago was the adventure of talking to the hottest girl at the bar or club. The one that every other guy except for the Alpha males would be scared too even look in her direction. I wanted to go over to talk to her more than I can even describe.

I made a promise to Cash that I would go out with the boys this weekend to socialize. I'm excited to go out there again and mix things up.

Best line ever:

You're not going to get too horny if you stand next to me are you?

My Children

2007-02-19T21:53:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday was the first time I had gone back to Church with my family in seven months. I truly needed this and I'm glad that I made the effort to go.

That day I also went for a run, thank God. I felt heavy though which is not normal for me because I love to run. Regardless, I figured my muscles are probably getting used to running again. I loved the run and I always feel free whenever I'm out on the road. For me everything melts away when I'm running, all of the hassles, troubles, and worries seem to disappear as only the path in front of me is important.

I was amazed at how many children there were at Mass that Sunday. I had forgotten how promising the future can be, after all one day i will have children of my own. I truly believe that will be the greatest gift I can give my parents, sometimes I laugh at the thought of my children running around my parents house asking my mother and father for candy or money.

I'm a very blessed person to have parents who have been married for 26 years. And I truly love them eventhough sometimes I can be selfish and closed off from them.

Regarless, after Church my parents and I drove to one of my aunt's for lunch. It had been at least a year since I had visited my aunt's family, and I was shocked to see how big some of my younger cousins had grown. I was happy to see that some of my other cousins that were my age already had young children.

I spent alot of time catching up with all of my family and of course sharing some of my adventures from the year past. That time spent also made me realize why my ambition to be a World Renowned Architect and Entrepeneur is so important. I'm also sad to think that out of all of my cousins I'm the only one who has ever gone to college. Which is why I feel that the promise of my success is so much more important for the many other people in my family. At least they can never say that it is impossible to go to school, earn a degree and have financial wealth.

I think that really sets me apart from alot of my friends. And it also makes it harder for me because as much as I would like to be passive in my approach to my goals I know that I can't fail my family. Someday I will be the man that they will all look up to because I will set the bar for every person coming from my family.

Yes I have big goals to attain and so far what I have achieved has not been matched by anyone else, and I still have so much more to go. I love my family and I'm blessed to have so many people to support me, so as i say why not dream big.

Returning to Joy

2007-02-15T15:34:00.000-07:00

For the last two years I have been missing something, and I've tried to fill it with a great many things.

Ten years ago I could remember being full of joy and love. But ever since that time I have allowed the worries of life to tie me down. If you have ever asked me which animal I identify with the most I would answer the Horse. It is the one animal that I admire and hold deep in my heart. I greatly admire its ability to be free and independent.

Ten years ago I had found the Lord and that was the reason why I choose to follow the path of religion. Ten years ago I would have gladly given up everything to serve God. Whether it would be family, money, freedom, life, friends, or ambition I was ready to trade it all to Serve the community.

But although my desire was true it was not meant to be my calling in life. It was a statement inside that led me to the path of having a family. I'm known to be a romantic and I await the day when I can share my love and life with a woman who will love me for who I am.

Since the last two years I have been away from God exploring the things which I would have once stayed away from, the Strip Clubs, drugs, heavy drinking, debauchery, and a lack of communion. This was my time to grow, to see the worst that the world could offer and realize that even in the multitude of all of those things I could never find happiness and peace.

And although I have enjoyed the many late nights at clubs, bars, Strip Clubs, and After Hours parties I have never truly found any peace. This is the third time that I have stated this and I will state it again, I'm through with the party scene.

Over the last month many people have told me that there is something different about me, I don't emit the same energy that I once used to. The funny thing is that I don't feel any difference in who i am. My theory is that I've grown up and ready to pursue other things like a great career.

And in doing so I have to focus on my goals in life. I'm 28 years old right now I will not be in the same state ten years later I promise you that. If I will ever be the man that I see myself as I must now focus on my dreams.

In ten years I will have:

A successful Engineering/Architecture firm
A home in New York City
A beautiful wife and two children
An abundance of investments in Stocks, Bonds, Foreign Investments, and an increasing Roth IRA
A Red Ferrari
A closet full of Hugo Boss suits, Giorgio Armani shirts, Dolce & Gabbana shirts, Etro suits, Gucci shoes, Just Cavalli shirts, Versace coats and freshly pressed Ralph Lauren polos
A strong knowledge of both written and spoken Spanish, Italian, Japanese, French, German, Portuguese, Arabic, and English
A personal driver
A large office overlooking a busy city view
A Muscular and Slender physique

It is one thing to say these things and a different thing to do them. I'm bored with the way my life has been going lately, I'm ready to pursue the real challenges in life. And who can say what I can or can't achieve?

Quitting the Boss

2007-02-07T22:04:00.000-07:00

Today was the day I resigned from the Boss.

It was not easy coming to this decision. Stay at Brooks or keep the Boss, it was debated for at least a month. Finally, one day I realized that what I want most in life neither job will ever offer me.

What I want is to be an Engineer, my dream is to design building, bridges and roads. My ambition and desire is to own my own Construction Firm. Only by having that will I be happy.

And how can I achieve that? Only by going back to school. At this time in my life Brooks is the best choice for me. It's closer to my home and also closer to campus. The hours are fantastic and the job is not very stressful.

Boss on the other hand would be random hours and no consistent days off. It is farther from my home and campus and I would have to always be on the ball.

Of course working at the Boss would mean more money. But it will not be the best for studying.

I remember talking to Zach about the want of money. I had stated to him that money was my passion, I wanted to make alot of money and have alot of money. This was why I kept two jobs, the love of money. Yet with as much money as I was making I was not smart enough to save it.

Well, kudos to Zach for telling me that the hunger for money is not everything in life. This helped me realize that without a degree in Engineering I would have to work two jobs all of my life to live my posh lifestyle. Which would mean no friends, no family, and no leisure time. Frankly I got to the point where I finally understood that money is not the most important thing in life. And I would gladly trade my two jobs now for one great career.

I can't express my gratitute to the GM at the Boss. Truly one of the few supervisors that's not two faced. I can honestly say that I respect him and admire him for his wisdom. Yes, he made his effort to keep me on and requested that I think about my decision for a few days. But he already knew what my answer would be.

This left me with the curiousity of whether the Supervisor at Brooks would be this curteous with me if I told him that I was going to take a job elsewhere. The whole event made me think of King Solomon's judgement over the two women fighting over what they claimed was their true son. In the end King Solomon's judgement was to cut the child in half, a halve would be given to both women. Of course the true mother gave up the child rather than see it killed. I wonder if this too is like that story, for which of my two bosses would rather see me happy rather than be bitter and hateful if I resigned.

Regardless, I have until Saturday to give my final decision to the Boss at the Boss. If I leave it will be the first time I have left a job where I have truly enjoyed my time. To my friends there and the management and all of the great clients I have ever had. Thank you for the good times, it may be over?

I am grateful to God because I had two great jobs to choose from. Nevertheless this will be the sacrifice I will make to achieve even greater things in the future.

Michaelangelo

First Post of the Rest of My Life

2007-02-04T23:10:00.000-07:00

First,

Forgive me for the long absence, and thank your for the interest in my adventures.

As many of you know lately I've been more focused on working than actually living. But there are stories, believe me and pictures and videos as well.

But for now I'll leave you with this. The gay guy I was hanging out was getting too needy so I told him to back off, if you needed to know I don't like the cock, seriously.

The boys and I headed to Phoenix last weekend to drink and party. I skipped work because frankly I needed the time off. And it was great except for a few misadventures, wink wink Cash having an accident on the plane and Glennifer not bringing dress shoes.

Phoenix was cool, the clubs were bountiful and the women bounciful.

More to come, patience. And I've started an account on Fling.com where I'm already being propositioned for naughty deeds by the ladies.

Money vs. Health

2007-01-14T00:29:00.000-07:00

I'm done, I have reached the point where I can't continue onward.

I'm beginning to feel the physical strains of having two jobs. This has been the reason why I have not been hanging out with my friends as often or even going out.

I don't sleep well anymore, I'm loosing my hair, and I'm beginning to feel a heavyness on my chest. I will not allow this to ruin my future.

I love this life, having money to spend on high quality skin care products, food, and anything I want.

But is it really worth all of the anxiety and strain I'm placing on my body.

But which of the two jobs should I take: Hugo Boss, or Brooks Tower?

The decision, I have left it to the hands of God.

I wish anyone of my two bosses would acknowledge my efforts to maintain the standards which they have placed for me while working two jobs. But alas I have never received that recognition. It's discouraging to think that this is one place where I will probably never be recognized.

Money vs. Experience

2006-12-20T23:09:00.000-07:00

I was offered a management position at Brooks Tower

I was also offered a full time position at Hugo Boss

Lately I have been thinking about my future. It's strange to think that last week I had a dream where I was hanging out with an old friend of mine Obe. We were both in a competition, which one of the two of us could make it to the top of the mountain first. I don't recall what happened during the race, but it's funny how that correlates with what's going on in our lives.

A few weeks ago Obe interviewed for a position with Microsoft, he got the job and will be moving away. During the same time I was offered the management position and the full time job at Hugo Boss.

I wonder what that means?

Seriously, I'm happy for Obe. And I have come to the decision that I will accept the offer to work at Hugo Boss. Up to now I have worked at a cap, not really being able to make more than the hourly wage which I have always worked at. Working at Hugo Boss has really allowed me to break that trend, this will be the first opportunity to base my compensation on my talents.

Today I ran home from Brooks Tower in the snow. It was the best time I have had in a while and i don't think alot of people understand the experience. Nevertheless, I'm proud that I made it home on my own steam.

Merry Christmas All.

The Truth

2006-11-30T23:16:00.000-07:00

So today I talked to my new friend who is gay. I have been putting off telling him that I'm straight since I met him.

But tonight I came clean and told him that I did not want to lead him on but I would love to have him as a friend. I wasn't sure how he was going to react because he had been dropping hints that he really liked me as more than a friend. I was so relieved that he was cool with it and he still wanted to hang out.

By the way this guy is really cool, truly a very mature and well traveled person. He has traveled to such places as Dubai, India, China, Argentina, L.A., New York, London, Venice, Rome, Switzerland, etc..

I have another meeting with my Financial Advisor tomorrow, my chauffer will be picking me up tomorrow morning and I can't wait to enjoy a nice cappuccino and a crisp croissant with marmalade.

Adieu

Success, Prosperity, Happiness, Health, Love, and Ambition

2006-11-27T23:05:00.000-07:00

All for me!

Yes, I admit it I’m selfish. It was a big day for me today, I met with my Financial Advisor. My most important question was how do I become wealthier? I’ve been pondering this for some time now.

Another epiphany I discovered was that I have been steadily making more money at every job I have taken. I’m very ambitious and desire a job that will pay me for my talents and skills not by the amount of hours I work. I hate my job at Brooks, can’t stand it. Regardless, I’m smart enough to wait until I find a better job. That better job is my part time job at Hugo Boss. I love that place and I realized that it has been the only place that has allowed me the opportunity to show my potential, which I have. And I will be making two and a half times more money a year than my last job which I thought at that time was good money.

And I realized that no one in my family has ever made that kind of money, I’m proud to say that I will be the first. And I plan on setting the bar high for all of those that will follow me from my family and my children. I want them to think of me as a man with a strong will and above all ambition.

I brought this up before, I have not been meeting a lot of people with great ambition. There have only been a few people that have really astonished me by their drive for a better lifestyle. For one I thank one of my friends Obe for helping me understand that seeking wealth is not impossible.

I recall an old acquaintance of mine who pressured me into believing that I could not do any better than my current lifestyle. Needless to say I told him to keep his opinions to himself and not be so quick to form stupid perceptions especially about who I am.

What I want and who I am is better than this. Someday I will be a strong, confident, assertive, wise, happy man who will be respected and admired by everyone.

A realization that I found is that I’m beginning to grow tired of the nightlife, I’m so fed up and sick of going to those places. I no longer find any enjoyment there like I used to. Especially when I could use the time for more productive things.

Thus, I’m happy to have the wisdom to understand these things. Thanks to that I know that in the future I will have a big condo in NY, own a Ferrari, own my own Engineering Firm, have my children in Private Schools, and give my wife everything she wants.

Number Closed at the Boss Pt. 2

2006-11-26T21:01:00.000-07:00

Never been to Argentina? We'll we should go sometime.

Another gay man gave me his telephone number at Hugo Boss. But, on a side note I got a huge compliment from a really cute blonde girl at the store.

Today, I was number 1 in sales. The biggest accomplishment for me was not the money, but seeing customers return to the store and shop with me exclusively. Two of my prospective clients came to the store and left a great impression on me, one bought a new suit and the other bought a great winter coat. Mind you one of them is an Avalanche player, great accomplishment on my part being able to say that he is one of my clients.

It seems that often times as a salesman the prospect of making a big sale is more important than actually building a relationship with the customer. I would trade one big sale from one customer for a client who returns many times over the course of the month even if it is to buy a shirt or two. I made some new clients today just by being friendly and not pressuring the sale.

The cute blonde who made a purchase with me gave me a great compliment, although I mentioned that I have not been in the retail business long she complimented my growth and talent. I think I blushed from the compliment and the flirting we were doing.

It's funny how well I can connect with people by just being pleasant and interesting. As soon as the blonde girl walked in the store I busted her the small bags she was carrying. "Not even shopping, what a dissapointment," I told her. She of course got the sarcasm and fired right back at me.

Ever since I started working at the store I have trying to develop my own style, and I think I found it. One, I never approach the customer and start selling. I want to know about them where they have been today, what the weather's like, etc.. By doing this I find that people open up enough to allow me to do my job as a salesman. What can I help you find?

I can't tell all of you what a joy it is for me to work at Hugo Boss. But now that I've been consistently the number one salesman I want to broaden my outlook. My goal is to be one of the Top 25 salespeople in the nation for Hugo Boss.

So, I know you're dying to know about the gay guy who gave me his number. Well I didn't do anything different, I talked to him about traveling, the weather, etc.. He wanted to hang out with me upon his return from L.A. for some drinks.

I've decided to hang out with him, he was a cool guy. We'll see how things go, but don't get the wrong idea I have another goal for myself this week. I will ask out the cute gal who lives at Brooks, the one which I find fascinating and classy.