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Sensation Saturday

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 00:39:00 +0000

SENSATION SATURDAY

I live for adventure. Some are smaller then others, but adventure is the same nonetheless. Saturday May 2nd was an epic night full of inner city adventure.

I had two girls in my car driving home last night, while they talked about all the drama their night had, all I could think of was how much fun mine was.

The day started with me waking up at 1:30pm. The weather was gorgeous and I was supposed to go down to Princess Island Park to play Frisbee with M and two girls. Waking up so late those plans fell through, and I realized that halfway there. Shit! Turn my car around and hit up Tim Hortons. Perfect, I needed coffee anyways! A large double-double later and I'm on my way home. My car really needed to be cleaned, since I hadn't given it a thorough wipe down inside in months. Spotless it was, FOUR HOURS LATER! That put me in a good head space though, because I had been putting it off for quite some time.

The plan for the evening was to head to Roadhouse with M because one of my good girl friends was heading there with a bunch of cuties, and it should be a good time. There's a big risk with this girl friend though, because she's a massive mother hen cock block. She asked if I would give her and her girls a lift, and since I'm not drinking, I said sure. My car fits five including myself, and originally that was the plan, me + four girls. I get a call and she asks if I can pack 6 girls into my car instead. I say sure whatever and go pick them up.

Now, in this group of six girls, four I wouldn't touch, one was a girl I dated for a bit who had a new bf, and one I hadn't met. So I arrive and those stats turn to five I wouldn't touch. I give M a call to make sure he's game and he opts out. Shitty deal. At one point one of the girls is like, "So Elek, who are you going to roadhouse with tonight?" I point to myself. She says: "I wish I could go to the bar alone, that's sweet." Oh well, so we pack everybody in and roll up to Roadhouse. I'm just hanging outside with the bouncers while the girls are in line, when one of them starts hitting on one of them soooo bad it was hilarious.

A few lines:

"Out of all the bouncers here, you are my number one."
"Can we hold hands?"
"You are soooooooooooooooooooo hot"

I'm sitting there laughing my ass off, can't take it anymore, so I roll inside. I do my usual round, saying hi to the staff, and I run into J, my buddy who runs pub crawls and is super natural. The thing I love about him is that he's natural, but still does all the small things (like DHVing) to everyone around him. He's with some guys and he tosses me an accomplishment intro. Cool, continue to make my round when an industry girl friend of mine grabs me. I lay a big hug on her, and ask what's up. She says it's her friend Mike's birthday, and to be upstairs (staff only area of roadhouse) in eight minutes because she bought a stripper for the birthday party. Hit the dance floor to pass a few minutes and grab J to head upstairs.

We introduce ourselves to everybody hanging around, grab some seats and await the glory. The next thirty minutes is filled with the birthday boy with a belt around his neck,

acting as a horse,

getting a huge wedgie,

getting spanked with a whip,

having to pretend to "suck a dick", and many other degrading activities.

Sadly once she actually got naked we weren't allowed to take any more pictures. Regardless, it was a great start to the evening. J was running a pubcrawl, so as soon as the stripper finished, he had to go to drop the pub crawlers off at tantra. He put a bracelet on my wrist and off we went. Cosmic and fLow also showed up right before we left so they came along for the ride. Plan? Have fun on the pub crawl bus and then take J's car back to Roadhouse.

The bus is full of energy, so we open a 3-set of girls, just bantering back and forth, lots of fun. I introduce myself as Dragon, sit on top of three girls, have my crotch grabbed, when out of nowhere, one of the girls asks how Cosmic and I know each other. "Match.com" I declare, and continue on with "You know love at first site? I fell in love with him from his profile picture." Keeping straight faces, we continue on, when I stand up and isolate one of the girls from the group. She again asks for my name, and I say it's DRAGON!!! And if she doesn't behave I will fire breath all over her! She says her name is Unicorn and I say she's lame. We find a better one: Pegasus. Cool, off the bus we go.

Once all the kiddies are dropped off and inside, J, Cosmic, fLow, another dude and I start walking to his car. Along the way, I see two girls in matching red dresses walking towards us. I open with:

"WOAHHHHHHHHHHH"

They stop. They say hi. I say let's make out. They giggle, hug each other, and make out.

I say nono and get into a triangle with them. I say ok ready. One of them counts 3 ... 2... 1... and 3-way make out ensues. I wish them a good night, run to catch up with my boys, and drop kick the air. KAPOW!!!

As soon as I catch up to them, J spots a bum, who just put a full unopened beer into his pocket. I continue walking and hear J say: "Can I have that beer please?" The bum hesitates a little, so J says "Please? I'm REALLLLLYYYY thirsty." I turn around, and see J with beer in hand, hilarious!

While J is taking a piss in the parking lot...

I realize that J and I have both done awesome things in the last few minutes, and the other three are being weak! J comes back in the car, and asks if anyone wants any sugar, because he has a huge sugar cane from vegas wrapped around his steering wheel.

I spot a girl sitting in her car in the parking lot, and declare that one of those three should go get her number. They all hesitate, asking dumb questions like, IS THERE A GUY WITH HER? What if she isn't hot? Blah blah blah! I have my camera ready to take pictures, when J grabs it and says Ok Cam, you go, I'll take pictures. ALRIGHTY.

So out of the car I go. I grab my phone and have it ready. A tap on the window get it rolled down a bit.

"Yes?" She asks. "Oh hey, I was just wondering what your number is." She giggles and says "Haha really?" "Ya totally!" "It's 1-555-555-5555". "Ok cool oh ya, what's your name?". So at this point J comes out of the car and starts snapping pictures, causing the girl to go "WHAT THE FUCK? and she gets out of the car. (as you can see by her not so happy body language)"

She actually was pretty hot, pictures don't do her justice. At this point she asks if I've read The Game. I laugh and let her know I actually run the Calgary lair, and teach for a living. She asks me to run her through the steps, and she mentions that I didn't kino. I let her know the logistics of her sitting in a car with the window 3/4ths the way up make that a bit difficult.

I bid them a good night and off we go back to Roadhouse.

At roadhouse I grabbed a few facebooks and off to Cowboys I went. I had told two girls I'd drive them home, so while I waited outside Cowboys for them, I got a hot dog from the Dogfather. If you're ever in Calgary, be sure to go, they are delicious.

Victory.

3 in 1 week

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 09:58:00 +0000

This past week may have been one of my most successful weeks ever. I closed 3 different girls in 7 days; And I know I could have done better as well. Scary results are beginning to come in. Since January 1 when I decided I was not going to pursue having a girlfriend for the next year, results have been flocking in. I am much more relaxed and chilled out, anxiety is nowhere to be found, results are pouring in.

My week began on Sunday, and the first girl is in this blog. Read it to catch up on those details. #1

Monday I begin to plan my week. January there are 5 weekends, and I happen to be booked for 4 of them to teach. The one weekend I had off, M and I were planning on going to Vancouver to get away. We weren't sure if we were going to go yet, I had a potential client looking into this upcoming weekend, and M's father is not doing well, he was thinking about staying home. Monday is my dancing day. I hit up Hip-Hop dance-class, and then head over to Ceilis (the only place open on Mondays) to dance with a few non-community friends. These friends are very key, they balance me out.

Tuesday is described in great detail in this blog. A little addition to Tuesday would be late at night, I have a friend request on Facebook. HBNorway has requested your friendship, and added a note: "Hey I think I met you at roadhouse, do you go there a lot?" This girl is smoking. a 9 for sure (with a personality that makes her a 10, fuck yes). Super petite, European, slightly mean looking (strong facial bone structure), brunette. My type of girl. She also has great style. I add her when I get home, and don't say anything back.

Wednesday rolls around, and I have soft-plans to hit up Cowboys to dance. I'm still not sure if I am going to Vancouver or not. I had changed my status on Facebook to "needs to get rid of a stalker, any tips?" in reference to the stalker from the Tuesday blog. Quickly I receive a message in my inbox from HBNorway saying: "OMG I'm not your stalker am I? I met you I swear, I'm sorry if I was creepy!"

Now, coming from a perspective of full confidence, I took the act of her adding me on facebook as an "IOI". I am already acting as though she is interested, and that message to me, is more of an easy way for her to initiate a conversation, rather then her being fully serious. I assume she has the common sense that I would've just ignored the friend request had I thought she was a stalker. The message was her opener. So I check facebook chat, and she is online. I open with a simple: "It isn't about you." ANd from there, the conversation is awesome. It's so refreshing when a girl is responsive, has good humor, and is giving back to the conversation. We discussed a future event projection, which was a sleepover with a naked pillow fight. I had a good vibe about this whole thing, and have been doing insta-day2's a lot lately, so I baited her with "What are you doing tonight?".

She replied "I'm not sure yet, what are you doing?" I said "WE are going to walmart for adventure"... who is we she asks... and I say "moi et tu". We go through the logistics, and they work out. All I told her was we are going to Walmart for Adventure. I also told her to bring a flashlight, why? JUST DO IT!!! So I go out for wings with The SAINT, and then go pick her up. We had planned for 8:30, I knew I would be a bit late, so I send her a txt saying "I'm using my superpowers and changing the time from 8:30 to 8:40". She giggles at that. Now, I have never really hung out with this girl, apparently we saw eachother at the roadhouse, but there was definitely very little kino, and we definitely didn't see eachother long, because otherwise I would remember her. I know I want to establish kino immediately, so I tell her I'm here, and I get out of my car, lean against it waiting for her. I roll up a snowball so when she gets out of the car, I can hit her with it and establish a super fun frame. She comes out, I barely miss her with the snowball, and I give her a hug. She's like, wow, you hugged me already. YEP!

In the car we go through a lot of rapport/comfort type questions, what do you do, how do you know so & so, etc. I tell her I'm a personal coach, whatever. Now we get to walmart and she asks why she needed a flashlight. "Because you never know when the power might go out." Walk into Walmart, and she asks what are we going to do. WE ARE PLAYING DRESS UP. This is where you walk around and dress eachother in funny/sexy/whatever you feel like, clothes. Bring a camera and take pictures too, makes it so much fun. While we are walking around, I'm pouring on the kino. Once we took all the pictures, she wants some juice, and I need gum, so we go on a mission to find those. Run into her ex-bf, get out of walmart quickly haha. Now, I could either go for coffee for some more comfort, or go home. I figured I would be fine just going home, so that;s what we did. Show her a youtube video or two, get a massage, pillow fight and then we just kind of lay around talking, making out, and watching a movie. I take her home at like 4am. I told her if I didn't go to Vancouver, we would go out on Saturday afternoon, because I have a rule, Friday and Saturday NIGHT, I am ALWAYS busy - no day2's allowed.

Thursday I am hosting a lair meeting. That begins at 8:30. I go to my parents for dinner, and M also calls me to let me know we are going to Vancouver. Since we had soft plans to go out on Saturday, I call HBNorway and tell her she should come out with me tonight instead, since I'll be out of town all weekend. She agrees, and now I need to decide to bring her to the meeting or not. I decide she will come to the meeting, and pick her up. We get to the meeting at 8:30, I've filled her in on pretty much all aspects of my job, helping guys get girls, how it works, ETC. I've brought girls to the meeting before, it's always been fine. A lot of dudes showed up, and we all hit up Roadhouse after. That was fun, the girl from my Boxing Day blog is there, and clearly is intimidated by HBNorway. I pass her off to fLow, makeout ensues. I hang out and dance for awhile at Roadhouse, then we bounce home. Movie, makeout, lots of talking. She falls asleep and I drive her home at 4am again.

Friday I play hockey at noon, eat pizza, and off to Vancouver we go. The drive up was awesome, M and I talked a lot, chilled, and just had a good time. We got in about 2am. I ran over a skunk at one point, and my car stunk very badly. Haha. We were staying at a house that had M's girl, and a roommate. Now to describe the roommate: She is very religious, very fat, and a virgin. NO DICE. I'm tired from driving for 12 hours, and want a massage, so I ask her to give me one, and I end up passing out in her bed. The next night we are all chilling in this house, there's like 6 girls, 2 gay guys, 2 straight guys, M & i. None of the girls are too quality, there's maybe 2 I would sleep with for fun. We end up walking around downtown Vancouver ALL night, back and forth back and forth, it was so ridiculous. At one point M's girl, M and I decide we are goign back to our place to eat pizza and chill. I am being extremely weird to this one girl, totally amusing myself. Doing like, the weirdest mind fuck of my life, making myself look like the biggest loser on the planet, but doing it out of a mindset that I'm the coolest dude ever. I pull this girl back to our place, she's paying for all the cabs, awesome. I decide I will fuck her, and have a wild adventure. The virgin isn't home, and was being a douche to be earlier.

Some tool and her were walking hand in hand (no idea what he was thinking), and I'm joking with her that I'm going to pass out naked in her bed. She's freaking out saying no don't blah blah, and this chode mother fucker is like, yo, that would be so creepy man, don't do that. Haha, this fucking guy is calling me creepy, when he has a monster on his arm, talking like a fucking pimp. Hahahaha. So that kind of pissed me off.

The girl also said no sex on the couch, well, if you give me rules, I will break them. The following I do not promote you do yourself, it is bad, and very disrespectful, but also hilarious and a good story. Which is how I make my decisions, will it make a good story? It also happened very quickly and the adrenaline definitely had an effect on my decision making process. So, the virgin isn't home yet, and I tell HBtattoo to give me a massage. I do that, and while she's doing this, she is like, "So *virgin* gave you head last night." And repeated it a few times after I told her to shut up. She kept saying it, obviously trying to get me riled up, so I warned her and said if she said that shit again I was going to jump on her and shove my dick in her mouth. She says it again, I throw her down, and hop on her. She freaks out, I roll back down, and say thats your last warning, I will do it next time. She says it once more, so I hop ontop of her, whip my dick out, and slap her with it. I am just sitting there naked, and not moving. She gives in and we are off with the show. I'm being pretty violent, when we here the gate open. She tries to cover up, but fuck that, this would be so funny if someone walks in with her sucking me off. So I grab her head and throw her back down. Nobody comes in, I start railing her on the couch. Then have the genius idea to start railing her on the virgin's bed, door open, every one could see it if they came in. I then blow my load all over the bed, and go to sleep. #2 The virgin never notices, and I leave for Calgary in the morning.

I wake up super early on Sunday, and not only do I fall down the stairs outside once, but I fall down twice. That woke me up quick. M and I drive home, we are tired, I'm supposed to go to Roadhouse. I call HBNorway when I'm about 15 minutes out cause I'm bored, and say what are you doing? She says nothing, I say get dressed you're coming out I'll pick you up in 15, and I hang up. Now, this is very key, Don't say that shit and wait for her response, just say it, hang up. They aren't going to have you show up and then flake, so they will get ready. If you stay on the phone, they will make up excuses not to come out, and they won't. Say it, hang up, Bam. I pick her up, we decide not to go out, I'm tired as hell, and we just hang out together, watch a movie, whatever. There's a lot of sexual tension because we have talked al ot over the weekend, and a lot of dirty txt messages. A funny one was she was at dinner with her parents, and I sent her one saying I was going to fuck her in the walmart change room. Haha. OOPS! Long story short, we give into the tension, and fuck. #3. I felt a lot better after this, it's always nice to release all that tension you have built up.

3 different girls in 1 week. Definitely can't complain.

I am DRAGON

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 22:03:00 +0000

I just got home from a very interesting night. Actually, by far, one of the most interesting/weird/awkward nights in a long time. I have a few mini-stories to share that have happened recently, either tonight or in the last week. Without further a due:

First off, in the last week I have been doing some re-arranging of how I'm approaching a few things. The major difference is organizing my girls. Going out every night, I meet a TON of girls, and can at least number-close almost every single one of them. The problem I've been running into is with the huge amounts of numbers, I have a very hard time focusing on them after the club, because I have so many to juggle. It's much-like if you have a to-do list of 30 things, it's very hard to get results if you aren't focusing on one of two at a time, getting them DONE, and then moving onto the next. So what I have decided to do is:

1. Clean out my phone. I did this by deleting a LOT of lair guys I don't talk to, and an e-mail would surface if I needed to talk to them. I had over 50+ lair numbers alone, so widdling that down to 15 or so helped a lot.

2. Organizing my girls in groups. There's two groups: Fuckable & Friends. Any girl I'm interested in sleeping with, and any girl I just want to be friends with. I also went through and took any girl on my facebook I wanted to sleep with, and wrote them on the list.

My list was 20 girls. My plan was to focus on 3 a week, until I was done, and until then, I was only going to focus on PULLING from the club, or if logistics didn't work out, I would get the facebook, and add them to the list. I figure 3 girls per week is do-able, with focus. How I choose the 3 girls is simple: I want a challenging one, I want an easy one, and I want a medium one. After I sleep with one, if I would like to sleep with them again, I will put them into a rotation, if I don't want to, I will delete their number and keep my phone tidy! Also please note, I'm being very upfront with these girls, I'm not being misleading, and telling them I want a relationship when I don't.

3. The girls I was putting in the Friends-zone, I called and told them we could only be friends. This has been awesome, because there were a few girls I really cared about, and they definitely fit girl-friend material, but that is not what I want right now, SORRY!

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Now, I did all this organizing during the day on Sunday. I picked my 3 girls. The first one I was going to attempt will be called HBgod. The background on this girl is I've seen her at the bar a few times, we've flirted, whatever. We made out once for fun, and she asked for my number. I put my name in as "GOD", which was hilarious. I got a txt about a week later asking who this is, it says GOD. Haha. Anyways, never really pursued that, just kept it pretty low-key and chill. Anyways, Sunday she was having a party, so I txt'd her saying maybe I would drop by after Roadhouse and she could show me her room. Basically trying to communicate that I'm coming over to fuck, that is all. I went to Roadhouse with some dancing buddies, we danced a ton. I txt'd her a few times making sure we were still on. Then there was a group of 6 of us dancing, and we decided to hit up Humpty's at the end of the night. I had told her I was on my way, so I let her know I was getting breakfast instead, but I'd drop by after if she was still up. She called to make sure I was coming over at like 4am, I got there about 430. I literally walked in, said what up to her roommates, and she's like: "Well, the party is dying out, but I can show you upstairs." That got a bunch of giggles from her roommates. We get into her room, and I just strip naked, and tell her to also get naked because "I like to be natural". We made out for about 2 minutes, and then she asks if I want her to give me head. Good girl, cut to the chase. Then I go to put my hand on her stomach, and she's like, na, just stick it in. Haha! Perfect. We do that, then I say I'm going to take pictures of her blowing me in the bathroom. Good times. After we were done, I stole her stuffed penguin, got dressed, and off I went. Home at 6:30am, good night. 19 left to go.

Now, the day after the boxing day adventure happened, I was talking to one of my dancing buddies and I asked him if he wanted to slay a dragon for me. Obviously rejecting my offer, I then said, man, you need to slay some dragons before you can slay a princess. He let me know that it really isn't "slaying a dragon". So we were at Roadhouse a few days later, and we see this:

Scary. But hey, she's a PRINCESS RIGHT!? So I definitely believe I win that argument. Anyways, so we thought it would be funny if we went to Roadhouse this Sunday coming up with matching t-shirts. His would say Princess, mine would say Dragon. We got them made yesterday and I wanted to test it out tonight at Tantra. It's a fluorescent green t-shirt with black writing that says dragon on it. Worked like a charm, tons of attention from guys and girls. So tonight many events happened. The first I will discuss is the stalker girl.

Background on stalker girl. Sometime in the summer, I was out with 2 new guys, chilling in the smoke pit at Tantra, they opened a set, and quickly both of them were making out with the girls. Sweet. So one of the girls got a phone call from some dramatic girl. She was having an abortion the next day, wtf. So, I decide it would be cool to wing them by taking the phone and talking to this girl. She sounded cute, and was pretty easy to talk to. Yay. Then I thought it would be cool to give her my number (huge mistake) and see how it goes. She seemed cool anyways. So what happened was somehow I found out this girl was a fucking monster, and decided I would not pursue this further to find out. She txt'd me and called a few times, but I never replied. That was like, 8 months ago. So anyways, every once in awhile she will txt me and ask if I'm going out, I never reply. Then she will call, and it comes up "BLOCKED", and since I have a good friend that calls from a BLOCKED number, I always pick those up. She asked me today if I was going to tantra, I said yes.

Here is the txt dialogue: I got to tantra at 1030, and left at 2. Her last txt message was at 12:21am. So, between 1030 and 12:21, she txt'd me THAT many times, without me replying. She also called at around 11pm to ask where I was.

Suzie: Are you coming to Tantra?
Elektro: Ya, red pants, easy to spot.
Suzie: lol okayy
Suzie: are you here?
Elektro: dragon shirt
Suzie: okayy lol i will try to find you
Suzie: are you here yet?
Suzie: come outside
Suzie: are you still here?
Suzie: i think i found you. are you wearing a yellow shirt?

*I was with a buddy at this time, and when I got this txt, I turned around to see who was around me. This girl pointed to her friend, smiled, and ran off. I looked at the friend, and quickly turned around, grabbed my friend, and ran for my life. She was gross. Oh boy.*

Suzie: i see you!
Suzie: lol is it you or not?
Suzie: are is it you or not lol i dont wanna go up to a random stranger

*So I'm going around the club telling people about this chick, so I'm standing by the bathrooms talking to a shooter girl who I'm friends with, and stalker girl comes running out of the bathroom, smacks my ass, and runs off, then sends me that txt message.*

Suzie: lol so how did you like your spanking?

Seriously, what the fuck. I don't want to be mean, but take a fucking hint!!! So then I was standing there talking to my friend's buddy, and I mention to him that if he ever needs advice or whatever, feel free to ask. He's new to the game, so I want to make sure he knows it's cool to ask. So he is like, OKOK how do you get your numbers. Just as he asks, this shooter girl is walking by who I've talked to a few times -- I take my phone out, grab her tray, and give her the phone. She asks what this is, and I say it's a phone, press buttons. Grab the number. Yay.

Now a note on facebook closing. Recently because I'm closing for facebook a LOT more, strictly based on me not having time to call every girl I want, I've noticed a trick that is much beter. DON'T ASK FOR THEIR NAME. GET THEIR EMAIL. I've ran into that problem multiple times, where I get a name, and it's so generic, you can't find them!!! Get the full e-mail, it takes about 5 more seconds.

One of these girls I will call HBtattoo. I met her one night at the Roadhouse, she was there with a friend who was pretty cute. She was on supervisor duty, and her friend took full advantage by getting wasted. We talked a bit, not much, very casual. I saw her again a week ago at the Roadhouse, and we hit it off a lot more. I was teaching that night, so I couldn't talk to her much, but right before I left, I walked up and grabbed her facebook. Problem? Generic name. I hoped to run into her again, she's super sexy with a tattoo across her chest and down her arm. Super hot. Tonight I ran into her, and we hit it off again. Hung out with the 2 of them basically all night. One problem I ran into was just being very casual about everything. I was just going with the flow of the night, but I almost lost her a few times by being so nonchalant about the whole thing, not continuing to build attraction/comfort/anything. Don't ease up, keep pushing! So anyways, I'm hanging out with them most of the night, when HBtattoo runs off to talk to a friend who bounces there. So I'm dancing with her friend, and the friend wants to go find HBtattoo. Ya, no problems, let's go. So I'm following her a few steps away to see HBtattoo, when this dude

opens her with "Who lies more boys or girls". So I jump right in there and start asking him if he's read The Game and all that jazz. He's trying to deny it, girl walks off. Now, I'm not even trying to blow him out, I want to let him know about the lair and stuff, so he can get better. He's still sitting here denying this shit, when he's like, MAN, YOU TOTALLY AMOG'D ME AND I LOST THE TARGET! and he walks off! Haha WTF!!! So I find him later, and I'm mentioning the lair and shit, and he goes into a rant about how I shouldn't have AMOG'd him (he's saying EH-MOGED by the way) and begins to try and teach me by saying "If you are going to AMOG, you need something interesting to say to keep the target."... wtf. Yes, that's true, if your game sucks and you don't already HAVE the target. So I let him know the target is already good, no problems, and he's like, When you get good, numbers don't mean shit. LOL!!!! WTFFFF!!! So then he mentions him and his friends don't go out to sarge, they pick-up in Shoppers drug mart and shit. Then tries to open in front of me, and gets owned hard. He walks away after that. LOL. Oh man. I laughed so hard for like, a solid hour.

So I get home and I'm just having fun with The SAINT talking in my room, and talking to this girl on facebook. He's like, this conversation is so boring, so I go to ask her an interesting question The SAINT and I have used a lot, and he's like... NOOOO, WTF, YOU'RE RUINING THAT GOOD QUESTION!!! What he was saying is I should be asking it in person, not on facebook. So I'm like, Ya, and how would you like me to go about asking it?

Then he starts laughing and is like.

STEP ONE: GET HER IN PERSON.

Hahahaha. STEP ONE. GET HER IN PERSON!!!!! Like this!

HHAAHHAHAHAA!!!!

Boxing Day

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 11:24:00 +0000

Cosmic is driving, I'm riding shotgun. I give M a call to let him know we are outside. M hops in the back and I turn the music off.

elektro wrote:I have to let you guys know something...
This is a sarge night. No fucking around tonight.

Cosmic wrote:You mean like no Choding around?

elektro wrote:Yes exactly. I want to pull tonight, no fucking around, no dancing for hours, no hanging out. We are sarging. Don't treat me like a god, if you want to point out a set for me, then go for it, I don't give a fuck. Let's do this.

I love challenges. Nothing gets me more motivated then to prove someone wrong. It isn't for the validation, it's for the love of challenge. Earlier in the day I had been called out by a friend. I was going out tonight with a fury.

The day began with me being called out. Someone didn't think my skills were where I thought they were. Someone thought I made an excuse for everything. This lit a fire under my ass. I went on with my day, and was very excited to finally be done all my medication. I've had pneumonia for 2 weeks, and had only been to the club 3 times up until last night. I had already pulled once (I will post about that sometime). When you go out every day for a year, it drives you crazy not being able to. I had 2 weeks worth of energy to get out. Anyone who has been out with me since my sickness has definitely noticed a change in energy level. I'm well rested, and ready to go.

M and I made plans to play some hockey. I'm finally better so I'm able to go outside. Ddot gives me a call and wants to come as well. So does my little brother. Awesome, we go out and play, it was a lot of fun. It was also extremely tiring. I drop M off at 815pm with plans to hit up Roadhouse for 930-10. Sitting on my computer, I'm exhausted. Cosmic gives me a call and asks if he can tag along. I rest until 9:15 when I finally hop in the shower. I turn some house music on to pump my energy levels, and The SAINT throws me a coke to help wake me up. Cosmic arrives, and off to M's house we go. I let them know what is up, and I know within 2 minutes of being in the club will make or break the night. That first set is key.

I'm in the middle of telling a story to the guys when we arrive to the Roadhouse. There is no line. Some tool wearing a hoodie gets denied. Get with the times brah, it's Friday night, you need to dress the part. I walk in and flirt with the cover girl quite a bit. I let her know Santa didn't bring me anything, apparently I was too naughty. Once inside, the first beer tub has a friend of mine working. HUGS! I also tell her the Santa story. Once we walk off, I stop the guys to finish the story, when out of the corner of my eye I see 2 girls walking our way. I use my version of The SAINT's famous finger pointing opener. Mine is calibrated for my time, I'll explain them both.

These girls stop, and we begin to talk. The target is an HB8, and her friend is a SU (Super-Ugg). Apparently the SU didn't register in my reality, because I noticed I ignored her quite a bit at the start. Once this became conscious, I began to kino her a lot, and play with her. I'm kino-ing like crazy, telling the girls it's ok and throwing my arms around them, etc. I want to figure out logistics quickly, and ask who they are here with. Only them, ok, good. They proclaim they are best-friends, and I ask if they've ever done the best-friends test. I honestly cannot remember the last time I did that, but it was pure gold. I noticed my targets nails are painted black, and let her know my black nails are cooler. I also pointed out that both of them wrinkle their noses when they smile. Every time they smiled for the rest of the night, they thought of me. I also call my target a barstar. This was funny to me, because I'm a motha fuckin' barstar. Fuck, I feel bad for either Cosmic or M, one of them will have to wing me on this. After a bunch of playful banter, lots of kino, and a bunch of false takeaways (from body-rocking), I tell them to lock-up (extend elbows) and we are going to check my coat. In line, they start whispering. I announce this is a no-secret-circle, and whispering is not allowed. The target tells SU that she must tell me what she said now. She tells me that my target always finds the little and cute ones. I give her a what the fuck look, and she says: "You're cute and little." I ask them if they've seen my beach ball, and do the "it's this big" flexing motion. I'm friends with the coat check girl, she's hot, the social proof of super hotties begins! In the next ten minutes, these girls saw over 10 HB8+'s come up and give me hugs, etc. Actually at one point I figured this was either going to make these girls wet as hell, or blow me out because they don't think they are on my level. My target proclaims that I know everybody here, and I'm the barstar. I pat her and say you're so cute peanut.

I don't know where either of my wings are (probably hiding), so I let them know we are on a mission to find them! I find Cosmic, he's in a set at the bar with a cute girl. I just keep walking, I didn't want to disrupt the moment. This is key guys, don't go social proof your wings every single time they are in set, you can kill the moment they are having. It's a tricky thing, but to social proof properly, you must time it properly as well.

I stop off at the original spot where I met them to wait for Cosmic, when M walks up and starts winging. Ok sweet, while the SU is distracted, I poor on the kino, begin whispering in my targets ear, and kiss her cheek. I put my arm around all 3 of them, and say we are going to dance. We dance for 2 songs, and I don't really like the vibe it's giving off, so I put my arms around everyone again, and walk back to where we were standing. Now I heard them say something about going outside, and I knew it was only a moment before they said they would be going to the smoke pit. It was very subtle. I didn't want to set the frame of me following them yet, so I asked them if they smoke. They say yes cigars, so I spin it (to continue with the frame of leading, them following), and say Ya I need some fresh air, let's go outside. Perfect. On the way outside, they are in front, and run into 2 other friends. Shit. I hop in the middle and start talking to them. The friends aren't really vibing back, so I just walk off to the smoke pit with M. This is one of a few important moments. If I haven't done my job, they will either not come out to smoke, or they will but won't come join our group. I open a 3-set of dudes beside me, and shortly after the group of girls come out. They are very hooked now. Now M and I are shining outside. One of the friends is hitting on him blatantly, and asks if he will show her his ass. I let her know that's my boyfriend and to back the fuck up. Everyone is eating it up, we are just having fun, whatever.

Cosmic joins the group, and I announce we are all going back inside. Once inside the girls go to the bathroom. I'm not worried, they will come back. I run into two HB9 super good friends of mine. Cosmic, M and I walk off and station by the railing. We are talking when the two girls come up to us, and then walk up to the bar. Another big moment, if they get drinks and don't come back up to us, it's lost. Of course they come back. Shortly after, we are standing by the bathrooms, when the rest of these girls friends come up, and they say they are going to the whiskey. Fuck. This is bad. My girl is asking me to come with them, and I know it's not fair to Cosmic or M to bring them there. Nor do I really want to go. I grab her number. I was kind of pissed off because I want the pull, but I also live near the whiskey, so I may be able to still do this. I could have easily gone to the Whiskey alone with the girls, but I'd rather stay with my boys. She leaves, but while she's walking off, I see her looking back to try and see me. I go dance. I dance with one of the HB9 friends, and we go at it pretty hard. Not like slow-dancing, actual dancing. I'm getting looks from a ton of girls, and I know half the bar just saw me rocking out with this girl.

I look over to see Cosmic and M working a 2 set really well. Nice. My phone vibrates and I get a txt from Gemini asking where I am. I'm just standing against a railing, when the 2 girls they were talking to walk off. I let Gemini know where I'm at, and point out two 2-sets walking towards us. Cosmic opens one, M opens another. I'm just standing there. Cosmic's set walks off, so he wings M. I send my target a txt: "How's the whiskey loser?" I jump in the set with my boys, toss in a nugget or two, and go back to standing by the railing. I talk with Gemini.

I receive a reply, and the txt message conversation goes like so:

E: How's the whiskey loser?
HB: it's packed, you totally should have came, i didn't want you leave you
E: im having an after-party at my place. you're invited but only if you promise to behave.
HB: hahaha oh come on i never behave
HB: we might come back to roadhouse
E: That would be splendid
HB: We have to walk though I spent all my money
E: Let me know when you get here

Now my wings and I are outside having a smoke, and it's freezing. I open a 2-set saying I'm joining their circle because it's cold (they were under the heat lamp). They mention there is no circle it's only the two of them. Sureeeee. I'm standing there, my boys join me and we're vibing. I open a 5-set behind me, and merge the whole smoke pit. Good times! M realizes one of the girls in the 5-set is a girl from way back, and it was awesome seeing her. She is really into M, and really into me. I'll give M first dibs. She also has a SU with her. Aww fuck. So I help wing him, it's not really hard, she isn't cock-blocking, she's just there. For about an hour I help him out with this, open other girls, merge them in, we go dance, whatever. 1:30am hits and M is ready to bounce to a lounge. We've been doing this lately, bouncing girls to a lounge before we go home. The guys don't try and cock-block at these places, and it's chill. My target and her friend come back into roadhouse. Instantly the target comes up and kisses me. When the SU saw that, she pulls the friend into the bathroom. I know what's going on. Throughout the night the SU (of my target) had been kino-ing me a ton, and was super into me. Fuck. They come back and the target isn't reacting how she normally does. It's clear the SU is cock-blocking and getting mad about her getting me. Shit. We go dance, this isn't going well, I tell them we are bouncing and they are coming with. We grab our coats and off we go.

I grab my girls hand and hope the SU is going to just deal with the fact I'm not choosing her. Cosmic is helping to wing me. Poor guy. M pulled his 2 girls in his car, and will be meeting us at the lounge. It's about a 2 minute walk to M's car, and my target and I begin to skip ahead. I realize she probably won't kiss me in front of the friend, so I begin to run and tell her to come it's adventure time. I pull her around a corner, and throw her against the wall. Make-out time! We drive to the lounge. Now it's 1:45am so we only have a few minutes. I am trying to figure out more logistics, and know M will need a wing to get his business done, but so will I. My girls seem to be set on going to a party, with my girl txting like crazy. So I send her a txt (while sitting right next to her) saying: "I like your smile." This gets a good reaction out of her. Being that my girls are going a party, I let Cosmic know I will help M out after we bounce, when the girls get a txt saying the party is off, or something. Greeeattt.

So the lounge is closing down, and we're all hanging outside. I ask M what his plans are, and he says they are going home and he's going to go sleep. Looks like Cosmic is winging me, so I ask the girls what they are doing now? Nothing they say. So I announce they can come party with me at my place, and we're stopping for pizza on the way. After the pizza stop, we get home. In the elevator the girls are being brats and hitting all the floors. So I have to caveman my girl and hold her against the wall. She seems much more open to being physical in front of her friend now. Once inside, Cosmic tries to isolate for me and tells the SU that she has to check out the couch - it's so comfy! When they walk out, I cave man my girl against the wall in my room, but she soon walks off to check out the couch too. Fuck. I throw on a movie, with the hopes of having the SU get into it, and being able to "show" my target something in a bit and get it done. Deep down I'm aware that the logistics are really shitty right now. We throw on a movie and I'm cuddling with my girl. About mid-way through, I announce I need to show her something and to come with me. No dice. Ahh, I figured that would happen. About 30 minutes later Cosmic sends me a txt saying he's tired and wants to go. I know this isn't going to go further, so the last resort is saying the girls can get a ride with Cosmic or stay here. My girl has to work in the morning, so they go with Cosmic. I'll day2 and close I guess. Either way a fun night.

Now, to address something:
When I go out with wings, we are there for each other - no matter what. I will wing for them, they will wing for me. It's just how it is. It's a first come first serve basis. If you pull, you will get the winging you need. Period. Now earlier I made this comment:

I was talking about how bad I felt for Cosmic for having to wing those girls, but then again, it's his fault for not pulling himself. "You pull or you wing. First come first serve. "

A reply to that was this:
"he could have just peaced out and left you with the obstacle"

Now, of course he could have taken off and left (both) of us with our obstacles. But why the fuck would he do that? Why would I (or anyone) go out with someone who wouldn't wing you (no matter what?). It all comes around in the end. I remember one night staying up (when I worked in the morning) all night to help wing The SAINT for a pull. I remember being all pissed off, but also, realizing he would do it for me any time as well. And sure enough, he has definitely stayed up all night and helped me wing when he would've preferred to sleep. This is how a community should work properly. And that is how you get good karma on your side. Knowing Cosmic did that (or even simply knowing he would do it), makes my performance winging much better. I'm not sitting there winging hating my life, I'm winging like a rockstar knowing I'm helping my buddy out. I hope that attitude is shared by way more people.

2009: Adventure

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 20:00:00 +0000

I look at the clock, and it's 8:30am. I am still awake from the night before, suffering from a medicated insomnia. I told my parents I would be over at 9:30am, a quick shower and I gather my things. Walking out into the parking garage in my apartment complex, I notice that in this moment, life is still. Living downtown I am very used to a lot of noise. I feel at peace. This is the type of presence Eckhart Tolle discusses. Quite a difference from my last Christmas.

If I were to label 2007 with a common theme, it would definitely be RECOVERY. 2008 on the other hand, GROWTH. I feel very comfortable with the direction my life is headed. I feel I have fully recovered, and now also grown a substantial amount to a spot where anything is possible. I can do what I want to.

2009 is going to be a year of Adventure.

A couple quotes that I have enjoyed lately:

"Most people over-estimate what they can accomplish in a year, but under-estimate what they can in 5 years."

"Look back at 2008. Find one thing you regret not doing, and that's your first goal for 2009."

With the second quote in mind, the biggest regret I would have about 2008 is not working out. There would be various reasons why that didn't happen, and to be honest, they are pretty legit, but regardless, I do want to be working out, so that is my first priority. It also goes hand-in-hand with a lifestyle change to structured day.

I will be working towards becoming fluent in French again. To start I will work on it every Thursday. I imagine after pushing through the initial rough patch at the start, I will pick it up full engines blazing and be fluent in no time. This will also come in handy with another goal of mine this year, which is to travel to Montreal.

I will also be getting my first tattoo this year by April. This will be a huge emotional experience for me, as I promised myself (while depressed) that once I was fully recovered, I would get a tattoo. I can't wait for this one.

I will go sky-diving this summer. I've wanted to do this for a long time, and it's happening this year. I am going to save money every month so there is no reason this doesn't happen.

... And last but not least, my socializing goal:

I want to sleep with 18 different girls.

I have two end-goals when it comes to women. The first is a super high-quality girlfriend. The second is sexual mastery. That means, to be ridiculously good in the sack. I could accomplish sexual mastery with a girlfriend, but it would be better to do it with a lot of different girls. I don't need to rush into a girlfriend right now, so I am going to take this year (again) and focus on a lot of different girls.

Now, in this scenario, one could argue that every girl is "just a number". That is not the case at all, because it is the experience and adventure I want to share with every girl. Technically every thing in life could be defined as "just a number". What makes any day different then the next? Days are numbers. The adventure that has taken place is what makes every day unique, just as the adventure had will make every girl unique in my heart.

A man has a mission.

Welcome to Adventure 2009.

A State of Elektro: 2 (Part 1)

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 07:11:00 +0000

(This is only Part 1 of ASOE2. The second part was asked to be withheld at this time by the girl involved. I hope to put it up in the next while.)

A State of Elektro is a monthly blog I write about my Life. It contains whatever the fuck I want it to. If you haven't read the first one, check it out here.

It was 30 minutes after fLow’s naked man performance. The SAINT and I have probably never laughed so hard in our lives. We are sitting on my bed, reflecting on the evening that was, and talking about good ol’ times. It’s nice to have him back.

It was a Wednesday night when I’m hanging on MSN, working, and listening to some trance. My MSN beeps and a message appears on my desktop.

fLow wrote:“Hey do you know this HB?”

Apparently a random HB he didn’t know had requested his friendship. How cute! I check her facebook

elektro wrote:Nope, but she’s hot, so I’m adding her too.

I give fLow some gold nuggets of my facebook game, and he handles the rest from here. If you don’t know fLow, that will entail a lot of playful cocky banter. He grabs her number quickly, easy stuff. I receive a call asking what I’m doing on Friday, and if I want to go to Tantra. Of course I do. The HB invited fLow (and whoever he wanted) to Tantra on Friday, with a hot-tub party to follow. Now, I have been around long enough to know that this type of proposal is usually complete bullshit, but hey, Friday I normally go to Tantra anyways.

Friday begins like any other Friday evening, with us pre-drinking at my palace. Now, for those of you who don’t know, my apartment is 2 blocks from the club – perfect location. Tantra also allows re-entry, which means any night the boys want to drink, we are probably going to Tantra. It saves a lot of cash. A 60 of Vodka arrives with fLow in hand. I don’t like vodka, but fuck it; I’ll drink it tonight! The SAINT and Leg-z are drinking as well (Sunny-D and vodka) getting ready to go to the Metallica concert. Leg-Z’s face is beat red ‘cause he’s fucking loaded. Hilarious. I wish I had taken a picture. I drive them to the concert, and now it’s our time to party.

The SAINT recommends I pick up some Sunny-D for myself; I arrive home, with Cosmic and Method showing up roughly around the same time. Now, one area of concern begins to brew, with this HB, hmm, we will call her HBLOL texting fLow every 5 minutes with her location. Apparently she thought they were dating already.

Now, for anyone who was around me this summer, I’ve had my fair share of psychos, along with my fair share of girls with actual issues. I’ve seen it all. Regardless, my psychodar was beeming like crazy with HBLOL, before I had even met her. She promised fLow she would bring him alcohol into the club using her purse. Does she not realize they check that shit? I figured it would be pretty hilarious when she got caught with it. Anyways, so we rock it out to the club, walk up to the front, right through a line of people, and the bouncer asks how many I have with me. I say there are 4, so he yells at the door girl we are good with him. Kick ass. Now typically when I drink, I don’t sarge very much. I was only at the tipsy point, so fLow and I still goofed off with the new shooter girl, opening her with “WHO ARE YOU, WHY DON’T I KNOW YOU.” She’s hot. HBLOL still isn’t here, so we rock back to my palace with intentions on getting fucked up.

Back to the club we go, it’s 1am. We get a text saying they are outside. She brought a friend. Sweet. fLow keeps mentioning that he just wants to go see his FB, but I maintain the mission and say no. He grabs them outside, we run off to talk to other friends. They find us after a bit, and go up to the bar to grab drinks. Now we just sit back and chill at a table by the bar. From a mile away I see the creepy Tantra manager on his way to approach them.

Now this dude is a total fucking tool. If I could punch him in the junk and not get banned from Tantra, I would do it in a heartbeat. I’m a good friend with a couple of the shooter girls, and he’s a total creep 100% of the time every time. He also has zero game, just status. I know he’s going to get blown out before he even gets to them. Sure enough, HBLOL turns around, tells him to fuck off, and turns back around. They walk up to us shortly. Knowing him, he won’t take too kindly to that kind of blowout, so sure enough, being a fucking douche, he walks up to me, gives me an alpha pat of chode,

McChode wrote:Tell your girlfriends if they are ever rude to me like that in my venue again, I’ll ban them.

He walks away. I giggle inside a bit, and want to punch him in the junk even more. What a fag.

Time to go dance. I know it’s game-time and I need to wing. A lot of guys think winging is effective if you just hold the conversation and all that jazz. Fuck that. Don’t change any of your game. I’m very dominant and grab her on the dance floor right away, and we begin to grind. Now I also am not creepy grinder guy, and back off quite a bit to dance by myself too. All 4 of us are kind of dancing together, switching partners, having a great time. I didn’t realize this at the time, but apparently when the girls came onto the dance floor, the obstacle put her phone on the floor by a platform. Genius times! Guess what happened? IT GOT STOLEN – DUH!!! This girl is all freaking out, realizing what a fucking moron she was. We just kind of play it cool, don’t say too much, and don’t say too little. I show my dominance again by walking her around and asking each bar if a phone had been turned in. Once we get no’s, I say just call tomorrow usually shit gets turned in. I also throw in the story of how on Halloween I lost my keys and got them back. Time to extract as the club is shutting down.

We grab our coats and off we go. Pizza time! Quickly I establish the frame with HBobstacle, telling her to hook-up and extending my elbow. Beginning to build rapport/comfort a bit, I ask a few general questions, and find out she went to Boston recently to learn more about religion. The vibe I got was not to expect an easy hook-up tonight. No worries, let’s see if fLow can get some. On our way to the pizza shop HBLOL trips on her heels, and begins to apologize profusely at her drunkenness. Mmm pizza! On our way back HBLOL turns into insecure drunk, asking fLow a variety of questions. We eye-code each other with the “this is so fucking bad but it will be so fucking funny” eyes.

All in the name of Adventure!

On the elevator there is this small Spanish chick that is just loser pissed. She’s hiccuping uncontrollably. fLow was very concerned about being vomited on. Hilarity continues! Now, literally, the second I get home with a girl we go on a tour. I take HBobstacle to see the balcony, so fLow and HBLOL can get acquainted in my room, and hopefully escalate a bit. We come back and she’s straddling him.
He lets me know any attempts to escalate further (IE: kiss) with HBLOL are being rejected with her telling him she’s only been with 3 guys. I remember reading her facebook status a few times before we met; it always read something along the lines of hating guys. I knew she would be psycho. Now, the four of us are just sitting in my room chatting, it’s now 3am. Hearing girls voices in the house, The SAINT wakes up to come see what chaos he can cause. Now, not to knock anybody I hang out with, but nobody comes close to The SAINT in my books in regards to how much fun I have when we interact with women. His humor and ways to push their buttons is state of the art. With him taking care of some other business, I haven’t been able to wing with him much, so this was very fresh and reminded me of a lot of good times! While the girls are checking out the artwork in my room, they take particular notice to the chucky painting I have. The SAINT pushing buttons as he knows best, begins to ask HBobstacle about sex, religion, when she lost her virginity, etc. She gets very uncomfortable and shy. HBLOL starts insulting him stating that asking that type of question is very inappropriate and uncalled for. Later apologizing profusely again (she’s very good at being extremely annoying like that) when The SAINT mentions he studies sociology and that is the reasoning for the type of questions. fLow and I sense something is about to happen. We both look up at the chucky painting, and it slowly crashes down on the girls. Chucky always has my back; knowing these girls are misbehaving. We both laugh quite hard. HBobstacle goes to the bathroom, and comes back mentioning we are out of toilet paper.

elektro wrote:Check the counter

and sure enough “Found it” is yelled back at me. HBLOL goes to join her friend in the bathroom, and now they haven’t come back. Where’d they go? Oh, the living room to hang out on the couch they were. That’s fine with me; I’m ok with going to sleep now. The three boys are hanging in my room, ignoring the girls. HBobstacle is going home - apparently she has mommy & daddy problems. HBLOL is staying. She walks her out. The SAINT has a genius idea! TO TRY THE NAKED MAN! For those of you who do not know, check this video out:

http://www.yidio.com/show/how-i-met-you ... embed.html

Fast-forward and watch 4:30 – 5:55, and then 13:20 – 19:30.

There was a shorter version but youtube blocked it.

Anyways so The SAINT suggests one of us try the NAKED MAN out - for story sake. fLow and I use rock, paper, scissors to determine who will be the naked man. I win, so fLow it is. I don’t know what the girl was doing, but when HBLOL comes into my room she isn’t freaking out, so we know she didn’t see him out in the living room. We mention that she should go to the living room and grab fLow. Waiting for screams, she comes back and proclaims: “I walked in on him!” I’m sitting here laughing hysterically. I believed she thought she walked in on him masturbating. Ha ha, man it was funny. They end up cuddling on the couch while The SAINT and I just chill and talk.

fLow wrote:I try to makeout with her she isn’t having it... she says I think kissing is more intimate than sex. I look at her with a confused look... fuck this I’m going to sleep. Yah right... I wish... she wont shut up she keeps talking about her ex-boyfriends, how I’m rude cause I’m not talking to her, and how she’s not “that kind of girl”... I ignore her and pretend to fall asleep. She gets up whispers fLow, fLow, fLow!!!!! Then starts shaking me... all the while I’m still pretending to sleep, I open one eye and ask her WHAT! Can I sleep with you on the couch? Nope, I think thats more intimate than kissing.

Elektro also has a white board in his living room... cobra commander wrote "Elektro is currently getting head" on it the other night while he was in his room with a girl before we go out... she looks at me and says, All three of you are the same arent you... that white board is to keep track of the girls you have been with. At this point I was ready to Shoryuken her in the cunt

Nope... there isnt enough room on these walls. That pissed her off and shut her up... for all of 15 seconds.

I pretend to sleep again... fLow, fLow!!!! This floor is sooo uncomfortable. I point at the other couch... See that giant soft object... its a couch use it. She tells me she is scared and never sleeps alone. I look at her with the WTF face (seems to becoming a trend) What do you sleep in the same bed as your mommy? Sometimes.... or with my sister. I shake my head and flip over back to sleep. NAWT!!! She jumps on me and starts making out with me... *WTF is going on... this broad is bi-polar* and by making out I mean she is licking everything within a 2 inch radius of my mouth... I seriously thought I was being molested by a dog. I push her off, what are you doing??? I couldn’t hold back any more your so hot. I think to myself... well if I’m not gonna sleep I might as well get some play. Off come her clothes, I flip her onto her back and continue escalating as usual... she is reciprocating. Then she just stops and is laying there like a dead fish.. i get the vibe she doesn’t want this to happen so I stop tell her I’m not doing this cause she obviously doesn’t feel comfortable with it... she begs me to continue, No I want it, I like it. Fuck this when a girl is like that I just get completely turned off. Bed time.

She climbs on the couch and starts talking again. I get up and move to the other couch... she follows. I get up... WTF are you doing, im trying to sleep. On with the inquisition... fLow why don’t you have a girlfriend... you should have a girlfriend by now, aren’t you thinking about marriage and kids... you should be! At this point I have had enough, this chick has known me for less than 24 hours and shes telling me what i should and shouldn’t be doing in my life... I lay into her, she finally shuts up for 5 minutes.

Starts talking again... I look at her and say... if you open your mouth again I will sleep in the bathtub and leave you out here all alone. She says... is Chris rude like you? I respond Chris who? She says your friend Chris *****. I’m like how do you know him... she starts telling me she has seen all my facebook pictures and all my info... and she starts listing stuff off... (Yes she fucking memorized my page) At this point all I’m thinking is how can I be sure to never see this chick again... the only thing going through my mind is Wedding Crashers.

“CAUSE ILL FIND YOU!!!!!”

So I grab my wallet and hide it in Elektros room so she can’t take pictures of my id and birth certificate. Go back... she is still there, damn I wish it would have been that easy. She starts talking again... telling me how she hates east Indians (she didn’t put it so nicely) and how she was scared to take a cab alone... Im pissed at this point and people being stereotypical pisses me off so I start ripping into her again... hoping that she will just fuckin leave, not this lucky. I say thats it... im done with you... your fucking INSANE!!!! She grabs both my wrists as tight as she can and starts pulling me back and getting in my way... I look at her and I’m like... And you wonder why no guy wants to be with you... you’re a fucking psycho! She lets go and finally shuts the fuck up.

SLEEP AT LAST!!!!

Wake up in the morning... she is still there. Fuck it wasn’t a bad dream. I pretend Im still drunk so I don’t have to drive her home.

She finally leaves. Good this chick is out of my life forever!!!!
HAHAHA YAH RIGHT MAN!

I get a text saying something to the effect of im soooo sorry! I don’t reply. Get on facebook. Today 10:46am PSYCO is worst hangover .
11:05am PSYCO: fLow im sooo sorry
:( u dont no how stupid i feel
are you mad??
11:08am PSYCO: ill make it up to you okay and please dont hate me casue i was wasted and stupid!!!
Today 11:09am PSYCO is omg an why do I drink....
11:12am PSYCO: we didnt do anyhing right?
totally ignor me....
11:46am PSYCO: can i have Elektros number please and ill leave u alone
11:48am PSYCO: OMG fLow!!!
11:49am PSYCO: this is very rude and immatrue of you..omg people get drunk yeah i was syupid but atleast i can amit to it and learn from last night!! i kno i was a retard i said sorry ur making me feel bad by ignroing me!!
anyways i gotta finsih im at work im soory once agian..tonight they are having the hot tub party..
so u guys can come! i wont be drinking so noo worrys..ttyl xox

In between those messages I got 4 more texts and a voice mail. Then for the next week up till now she has talked to Elektro non stop about me on MSN... then adds me on msn. I ask Elektro and Rufio if they know who it is? Nope. Ok... if its PSYCO im gonna shit my pants.

I say hey. No reply.
Who is this. No reply.
Talkative I see.
Then I get, its PSYCO, I know your not going to talk to me so bye!

Moral of the story: Sacrifices (fuck-buddies) must be made in the name of Adventure.

LR: Let The Beat Build Bitch

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 22:32:00 +0000

This is an old LR of mine...

people have been asking about getting it on here, so there you go.

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What's up guys?

WOOHOOO!

I'm peeping at u people different
I'm payin dues, you keep the difference

OK! So here we go!

Last night was thursday july 24th. It was a night I will always remember. It was my first pull. Fuck that feels good to get off my shoulders.

So this week has been pretty long and hectic. I had a photoshoot with Dr.Pua scheduled for tuesday, not to mention at work we are getting prepared for back to school campaign. I pretty much handle the Kids dept, so I knew going into this next month my workload (that was already full) was just going to get more and more. Oh well, I'll have fun with it! Maybe pick up a MILF OR TWO? HAHAHA. Ok so when I have a photoshoot planned, even though I'm 100% confident in my abilities, and know I will get that one amazing shot, I still have a lot of anxiety about the whole thing. It happened in hockey back in the day too. Even when I knew we were going to cream the other team, I would get very nervous. Oh well. SO to make matters worse, Monday night as many of you will know it was smoking hot at night. I sleep upstairs, and my room is a fucking sauna. I have a fan and it doesn't do shit! So sauna room + anxiety = no sleep. Did I mention I worked at 7am? So I had to go try and sleep on the couch in the basement, which I've done before, but this time theSAINT and Leg-Z were awake very late. theSAINT had a test on tuesday, so he was up until 3am studying (good boy!) and it's not like I'm going to be like, HEY DUDE WANNA FUCK OFF IM TRYING TO SLEEP!? I'd rather him get good studying done then me get more sleep. Alright so I work, and get home for a 30 minute nap. Wake up, and the weather is absolute shit, so I'm scrambling last minute to find an alternative. Luckily for both of us, the timing wasn't working out so we re-scheduled to thursday. I have 2 thoughts: Great, now I have more time to prepare incase the weather sucks, and Great, now I have 2 more days of anxiety. Haha. Oh well. Wednesday I slept until 4pm (haha!) and doing a lot of work on the forum. theSAINT and I finally talked about Charisma Concept and I came on board as an Intern. We both knew I was going to start teaching/being a part of the team eventually, it was just a timing thing. The timing is good now, I have a bit more to figure out but moreless it's a good time. theSAINT and I ended up staying up until 1am or so watching The Office, talking, and working on the site (details to be announced soon!!!) Ok so I work thursday at 7am again. I was pretty exhausted. I was also supposed to work at 7am on friday. I also had the Monsters of Rock festival to attend on saturday (starts at 11am), so needless to say, I wasn't planning on sarging. Get to work and I get my visual work done. They need to cut hours, so I volunteer. They also say I should come into work at 10am on friday instead of 7. Sweet, I can go sarge now! I need the money but I also need my sleep, so I get home at 1:30 and have a nice long nap. Wake up and the weather is fucking great! I am very stoked about this because if it wasn't great, It was going to complicate everything a lot. The photoshoot fucking rocked! The lighting outside was perfect, and Dr.Pua is a lot more photogenic then he gave himself credit for. I was extremely pleased knowing that the photoshoot was a very good success. It was 8pm, and the meeting was starting. A quick hop in the shower, I'm good to go. MacDaddy is ready to rock out as well, sweet! theSAINT magically shows up at home looking like a rockstar with his new haircut, fuck ya, let's go! We roll out, open the car-sets we can, and then get a call from Leg-Z. He had some business to take care of.

theSAINT: Talk to me, you alright?
Leg-Z: We're going to sarge, and we're fucking pulling!

I know wat i'm doing, I show improvement, show improvement

FUCK YA. Leg-Z is back! MacDaddy is back! The house crew is coming around again. Uh oh, poor girls!

Get to the meeting, there's a million people there, and it just continues to get bigger and bigger. Hilarious. Glad to see everyone out!

My phone vibrates...
My favourite indian (i fucking love indians, i just want to lick them all!!!!) is on the phone. Hold on rama, let me go outside!

Yea, I can do my wayne,
And everytime I do it, I do my thang

Standing outside the D&M, Rama needs directions. Ok go right here left here, blah blah blah. I see a HB walking on the sidewalk in my direction. Oh shit rama hold on 1 second.

Elek: Hey, do you know where Roadhouse is from here? (yaya canned opener oh well!)
HBStreet: Um it's on like 9th ave-ahhh-nuue (she starts like singing this shit haha)
Elek: Oh are you singing the directions? That's cool!
HBStreet: lol no i suck at singing!
Elek: Oh, well do you know how to dance at least?
HBStreet: *shakes her booty*
Elek: Mmm, i'd stick to singing personally.
HBStreet: Anyways no I don't know where it is totally! I'm not from around here!
Elek: OH where are you from!?
HBStreet: Here. I was just kidding.
Elek: oh.. ok? (what a terrible joke).
Elek: OK well thanks cutie.
HBStreet walks away.

Oh hey Rama, sorry dude, had to open a set quick. Hahaha. That was awesome. I knew I was on fire tonight. Blah blah go back to the meeting, eat, and we take off.

Arrive at Roadhouse at 9:45pm. Now that's pretty early for a thursday, the curtains don't come down until 1030-1045, but I'd rather not pay cover. theSAINT and I go to the smoke pit, chat it up, then go back and are just chillin' with the boys. I walk around and run into some old friends as usual, end up making my way back to the smoke pit again. There's like 5 of us just chatting it up. I see a 5-set.

Elek: Oh hey guys, do you know what time the curtain comes down?
Set: Umm like 1030-1045 blahblah.
Elek: Oh so what are you guys celebrating?
Set: Life. blah blah.

Now one of the girls HBRed seemed REALLY into me right away. Pushing me and being very touchy. I just got a vibe from her that she really liked me. Can't blame her. JP comes in, HEY GUYS I HAVE A VERY SERIOUS QUESTION!!! CAN I HAVE A SMOKE!? I walk back to the group of guys. Now after a bit, because there group was big and so was ours, the two groups just kind of mingled together. I was talking to HBRed, and it was very on. Then theSAINT comes in and starts talking to her, and I just lean against the wall and am totally ok with standing there. I add a comment or two, SAINT is having fun, it's all good. HBRed made fun of me, so SAINT gives me this look (the 'i am sad' look), so I go... I AM SAD...... I NEED KISSES. *point to cheek* she hesitates, SO I GET A BIG SLOPPY KISS ON THE CHEEK FROM THE SAINT. My night was complete then! SAINT calls her chicken shit, so then she kisses my cheek. Then the other one. SAINT kind of turns around to talk to the guys, and the girl comes into me and kisses my neck. I'm on the ball, and since that's a very high IOI, I grab her.. makeout insues. She was very into it. Throw against the wall, continue making out.

Nigga fuck yo plan fuck yo man
You aint a pimp, unless u get his name booster
Fuck yo man, and fuck yo plan
And all my bitches kno thats my plan

Her best friend screams: "HEY SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!". I stop, turn to her and say. "ME TOO!!!!!!"

Makeout continues. The whole time this girl is screaming she has a boyfriend, and HBRed is just giggling. Like.. GIGGLE I HAVE A BOYFRIEND GIGGLE. SAINT grabs me and says hey lets go inside. We go inside and go walk around. I feel fucking great. The dancefloor opens up, and I begin dancing. Bishop is there, SAINT is there, we're all just having a ball. HBRed and her friends come on the dancefloor, and SAINT makes sure they PAY ATTENTION TO US. He like literally kicks HBRed, and then points to me. Haha hilarious. She comes over and we start having a bit of a danceoff - since I had mentioned it earlier, saying 'hey, this is a deal-breaker, do you know how to dance?' I'm not paying too much attention, and opening other girls too. I open this one 2 set and they are into me very quickly as well. HB grabs me and is like 'what dances do you know?' I say break-dancing and some shuffling, and give her a bit of a preview of shuffling. She gets DDB and starts to grind with me. I take-away and dance-off with HBRed some more. I see the other HB turn to her friend and say like.. WOW FUCK THAT. hahaha bitch please! So then SAINT grabs me and is like k let's go.

Elek: Hey we'll hang out again in a bit.
HBRed: Ya right whatever.
Elek: No seriously, you're my girlfriend for tonight.
HBRed: honestly?
Elek: Ya I'll see you in a bit ok *kiss*.
HBRed: Ok.

Go walk around some more, smoke, walking back inside, see HBRed and grab her again. Go outside for a smoke, SAINT says: Hey were going back to play wii after right? He was helping me plant the seed for the pull.

The rest of the night consisted of me hanging with her a lot, and bouncing her around the club. Let's go sit at a table, let's go dance, let's go for a smoke.

This girl must have thought I was some kind of rockstar, since on a given thursday I'm going to know a LOT of people at either club, due to a big OLD social circle. On top of that we had like 20 guys there last night, and some very hot girls that I've had history with. I was seen with a lot of guys, and a lot of hot girls. There's a couple other memorable moments I'll comment on.

So me and HBRed had a very intense sexual dance session. Then we go sit down. She's very horny. Then we're walking around, and she's like, hey, im gonna go talk to my friend for 2 minutes.. only 2 minutes, wait RIGHT HERE (points to ground). Now i had to calibrate, I didn't need to be a dick and say no fuck that and walk away.. but at the same time I wasn't going to stand there, so I said ok look, thats cool go talk to your friend and come find me on the dance floor in a few minutes. She came and found me in a bit, I knew it was solid. A bit after this they said they wanted to go for a smoke, and typically I would say don't go with them, but I am DELTA (alpha when need be, and beta when need be), and I needed to show her some comfort in that she could have some control too. So I'm waiting in the smoke line, and I can sense her body temp dropping, and i'm about to lose it. Her friend was with us, so that was the root of the problem.

open txt messages..
TO SAINT: smoke line 911

This is a code we use when we need help asap. Typically it's going to be due to a cockblock. SAINT comes outta nowhere, grabs the friend.. WERE GOING TO GO TALK, and drags her away. HBRed was so happy, she through a big hug on the girl behind us. OOPS!

Ok so now we're outside, and I need to see if the pull is happening or not. I had talked about wii a bit, but she mentioned she didn't like video games, so that wasn't going to be a good route. I started talking about movies a lot, and she mentioned she loved MONSTERS INC. Great! Leg-Z the cartoon lover was right beside me, so they start talking. Then her friend mentions she is leaving soon, and HBRed says she is as well. I need to seal this! SO I grab her and say, ok so what are you doing later... 'nothing'.. wanna watch a movie with me?.. 'only if its monsters inc'... deal.

I can see the end in the beginning
So i'm not racing, i'm just sprinting

I felt very happy at this point, but I didn't want to get ahead of myself. This was very key throughout the night. I was excited at the possibility but also humble because I've had experiences where I got ahead of myself and they sensed it, and POOF they are gone.

i'm out this world hoe
I wear bright red, like a girl toe, no homo

There were 2 things this girl kept commenting on that were so attractive for her:
- My red pants. WELL NO SHIT, THEY ARE THE HOTTEST PANTS IN THE WORLD. JEALOUS THEY'RE COMING HOME WITH ME TONIGHT AREN'T YOU!
- She kept saying I had an 'aura'. She couldn't describe it, it was just an AURA and it was so SEXY. This aura was me being on fucking fire.

Ok so it's really hard to remember all the details of the night, it was so wild, but now we're at the point where I've got the pull set, and I just need to go with the flow and make sure it gets done. So I just walked her around, talked to people, and sent SAINT a txt saying im ready when he is.

It was really funny. SAINT is like ok ill meet you at the bathroom. So he finds us together, and I'm like k let's go. He thought she wasn't coming, so he turns to me and is like, she's too chicken shit isn't she? I give him a look and I'm like, nope we're all good. I can just see him go 'oh fuck ya' lol let's go.

Now we get to the car and I sit in the front, her in the back. Now I was curious how this would work, since I don't want her body temp to drop and her begin to regret, so I put my hand around the back to hold her. She's rubbing my arm, so I think it's good. SAINT sends me a txt and says 'climb in the back and keep the kino hard' I just give him a look like na it's ok we're good. then he sends another one and is like... she's getting regrets. I look back to kiss her, and she's got her head in her knees. I'm like oh shit. so I climb in the back and we makeout with another 20 minutes pretty heavy. SAINT also changes the music to more sexual type songs by AKON and others. Thanks DUDE! ALWAYS WEAR YOUR SEATBELTS KIDDOS! SAINT decides to take a corner very fast... since he apparently thinks his car has good handling.. and all I saw was her go flying face first into the window.. hahaha funnier than shit. SMACK! hahahaha.

I don't have a spine, I don't fantisize
I mastermind, then go after mine
U see I handle mine I dismantle mine
I told her tool box, bitch it's hammertime

Ok so we get home, and I grab a movie quick and were upstairs. Looking back I didn't even need to waste my time with the movie, we didn't even watch it, but I had just read so many LRs where they watched a movie that it was kind of auto-pilot. SO we get to my room and we start making out. She threw the comment out there that I must do this ALL THE TIME because I know exactly what to do. Cute. Now she did have some standard LMR, but it wasn't anything major... moreless she was tired. Note for next time, either stop for red bulls or grab a beer. It got a bit tough at one point because she was passing out, but I can't fucking have a girl come home with me and not close, so I just didn't give up and let her off the hook.

As I hit the kill switch......

Her last bit of LMR was: 'How mad will you be if I just pass out right now?'
Elek: I won't be mad, but I don't think that's what you really want to do.

From there it was pretty easy -> except for the fact that it was by far the worst sex I will ever have in my life.

Note for next time: Get a girl who knows how to have sex.

Finally got to sleep at 5am. My alarm went off at 8am. I was at work at 10am.

A note for the guys who go out and leave before 1am expecting to pull. It's going to be very hard to pull someone before 1am. It can be done of course but typically past 1am is where your success pulling wise will be. On top of that, always expect LMR, and be ready. Also I got home about 1:30am, and didn't sleep until 5am. Pulling from the club almost every time will result in very very little sleep. Be prepared for it.

After me there will be nothing, I am legend
And I'm Will Smith

The things I think I did the strongest were leading a lot, but also giving her the chance to be in control as well. The other one was monitoring her body temp. I've had/seen it happen too many times where you get a girls body temp up, just to have another guy swoop in when you leave her and you leave her. I wasn't going to let this happen.

I dropped her off in the morning. I didn't get her number. She was only my girlfriend for the night.

Now thats how u let the beat build bitch
Let the beat build and say (yea, yea)
And the beat goes boom, boom,boom,boom, boom
It goes boom,boom,boom,boom,boom
Now everybody say it...yea
And the beat goes boom,boom,boom,boom
It goes boom,boom,boom,boom
The beat goes boom,boom,boom
Boom,boom
Now say it (yea, yea)

A State of Elektro

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 00:51:00 +0000

The last few months has been a emotional roller coaster. I've talked about some of the big changes I made and why on my blog, so I'm not going to re-hash anything old here. I'm going to get open and honest about what has been going on with myself lately.

Taking on a mentor role can be very stressful. At first I was very glad to be in that role - I felt I could make an impact on many people. Soon you realize that just because you give someone advice, doesn't mean they will implement it. That can be extremely frustrating, especially when they whine about their progress not being where it should be, yet, they won't implement any advice you give them. When I first noticed myself getting stressed out about other people's progress, I kind of figured it was slightly ridiculous. It was out of line (for myself). Not only was it high-unnecessary stress - I never focused on my own person, and my own progress was hurting. I had to take a step back and stop being involved so heavily.

When I had the conscious realization that my own progress was suffering, I decided to focus on that first. When analyzing where my progress was, where I felt it should be, and the frustrations I was having, I had some crazy epiphanies.

Check this out:

A typical night for me at the club, I would stand around and talk to the boys. Most of them are my friends, so at the club it was just hanging out, instead of how it used to be where it was sarge sarge sarge. We had a blast, but progress wasn't as steady. I wasn't overly concerned about this, as I was content with where my game was, and I wanted to help people. I would never cold-approach a set, because every single set I saw, I would instruct one of the guys to go open. I felt I was helping them. I got burned out rather quickly (big surprise), as many people don't realize, but coaching can be very draining. Don't get me wrong, it's a ton of fun, but it's not all roses like some may think.

So I took a step back, and stopped being a drill instructor every night, and started to just chill. I danced a lot, and just hung out, because I was burning out, I knew I needed to make sure I had fun every single night I went out. Most people when they get burned out just stay home and don't go out, but for me this was not an option. I needed to avoid isolating myself from everything (everybody), or that would make matters worse. After 2 weeks I was feeling much better and I was ready to start working on my progress again.

I had another epiphany the night before the day I talk about in this blog. I was analyzing where my progress was at and was forming an action plan of how to get back on the right track. I soon realized that there was a deep rooted sub-conscious issue causing myself not to meet my full potential. I had a fear deep inside, and self-sabotaged to avoid having to confront this fear.

I had a fear of relationships. As I'm sure most of you know (and if not, you can read about it here) my ex-girlfriend fucked me up pretty bad. What this has caused is a huge fear to have another relationship. When I first met my HBEX, she was so perfect. I thought she was absolutely amazing. When she turned out to be psychotic, that grass-rooted a mindset that no matter how amazing a girl is when I first meet her, she could turn out to be psychotic as well, and thus, if I avoid having a relationship with anyone, I don't need to find that out (to be true or untrue). It's very ridiculous, I'm aware of that, but it is what it is.

Now to dig even further, how this was affecting me was that I wouldn't open that many sets a night, because knowing where my skills are at, I'm aware if I open a good amount of sets a night, my success is going to be just ridiculously good, and meeting that many girls, I'm bound to find one that is girlfriend material. So I would avoid meeting a lot of girls, and the ones I pursued, didn't meet my girlfriend requirements. Strictly out of fear.

So I wanted to start back at the basics. Where to begin? Opening! That's all I focused on. I would literally open a ton of girls, and stay there for a second, then walk off. I just wanted to open open open. I made a thread on the Calgary forums that people could schedule a night to wing with me for free. Pretty sweet deal because they would be getting a lot of good information, free of charge. The reason I did this was because if I went out to wing with someone, and I didn't open at all, I would feel like a fucking tool. This worked out quite well. I remember one night I was winging with Rufio, and we walked by a 2-set standing at the bar. He said, 2-set at the bar, rock paper scissors. So we do it, and I lose. For a split second I was like, sweet I lost I don't have to go open. Then Rufio is like, ok, you lost, go open. I was like... ahhhhhh shit. Fuck. Ok well, this will be awkward, haha. I walk over and introduce myself, we talk for a bit, cool. After that I felt awesome. It's not like opening is scary to me at all, I already believe in myself, and have the mindsets that you learn when you first start out. It's strictly out of a fear deep down. I slowly night after night built momentum, and started feeling much better about my progress.

It was very interesting when I reflect back on this a bit. When I first started opening, I would open and then walk away. After a few nights I went into pushing the sets longer, and I would. Then kino. Then isolating. This was hilarious. I sub-consciously would only push the sets as far as I wanted to based on what I was working on that night. It was only a matter of time before my progress was going to start going out of control. I remember one specific night at Tantra, the boys and I just hung out in one area all night, and opened a ton of the girls walking through. This is a setup I call union-style, because we always use it at the union when we are there. I was opening a lot, and not thinking about it, just, ok girl walking by, YOINK! I remember one time I was dancing, came back into the group by the bar, and there was a girl, so I tap her shoulder (then hide), she turns around and now has her back turned to her friend (yay isolation) who was talking with Bishop. We talk for a second, she asked if all we do is assault girls all night, and I said, yep, like this, and I caveman her against the wall. Ha ha. Owned. So then I proclaim to the 2 girls and Bishop that we are going to dance! Bring her to the dance floor, awesome times. Things were going well, I've started to get a ton of numbers, and I'm going to be day2ing a lot of them right away.

I had another epiphany recently on Sunday night. I came to the conclusion that I was very negative. I was being way too hard on myself, and when you are negative, you tend to bring the negative out in everyone around you. Now, to give myself a bit of slack, I'm not the only negative vibe around lately, but I sure wasn't helping the situation. What I noticed was coming from a mentor mindset, I was looking for the negative aspects of everybody. That internalized into being a much more negative person overall. I don't want to be negative, I want to be positive! The lair has become filled with gossip. Everybody is expecting amazing results from everybody else, instead of being the support cast they should be. All of this hit home when I read TD's new blog. Yes it's very basic stuff that should be fairly obvious, but sometimes you just need a simple reminder.

So I implemented a new rule:

If anybody said anything negative about anyone, I would require them to say something positive about the person. As soon as they said that, I would cut the thread and change topics.

As TD says, positive people don't hang out talking about negative gossip, etc. If someone brings something negative up, they cut the thread naturally and move onto something worthwhile. I also decided to take TD's Positivity Challenge. Basically for 10 days you re-frame everything to have a positive outcome. That goes in line with a blog I wrote about waking up in the morning.

Yesterday was day 1. I woke up, and I felt very tired... BUT IT WAS THE GREATEST WAKE-UP EVARRRRRRRRRRR! Ha ha ha. It was a Monday, which means an off-club night for me. There is no club open on Mondays, so I take it as a chill rest day. After checking facebook, I was reminded that "Calgary's Best Dance Crew Finals". I love to dance, and it was at Ceili's Pub, I've never been there, I put it on my maybe-list of things to do. Talking with Rufio he was like ya let's do it, ok kool. I throw on the Charisma Concept t-shirt. Plan for the night? TO FUCKING CHILL. I had no goals, nothing. I wanted to be super chill, relax, watch the dances, whatever. We get to Ceilis at like 8. Monday night football is on. WOOHOO!!! I don't have a TV at my apartment (they are for noobs) and I'm a big sports fan, so I was pretty excited to be able to watch some football. Ordered some wings (that made me sick), had a few beers, life is rockin'.

So eventually it rolls around to around 9:30 and the dancing is about to commence. We try to score room on the front-line, but ended up a bit back. The dancing was awesome. I noticed a few cuties in the crews that I may decide to talk to later, we'll see. Now to give you an idea of how crowded this place was, check this photo.

Pretty fuckin' crowded. To top this off, they don't have a coat-check, so I was standing there in my fall coat sweating my tits off squished between a bunch of people. As soon as the dancing ended, Rufio and I rolled outside. It was freezing, so we weren't out there long, but magically when walked out, there was a mixed 3-set (2 girls 1 guy) standing around having a smoke, and I can't remember exactly what, but somehow we got into super friendly social small talk. The two girls were cute, and the guy looked like a chode. One of the girls was eye-ing the fuck out of me, so I made a note to see about that later. We rolled back inside and danced for a good while. The two girls came onto the dance floor and didn't approach us, just made small comments on my dancing and that was it. I didn't give them any attention, I was busy, giving it to Rufio. Ha ha. What a douchefag he is.

An hour or two go by, and I'm still, yep, you guessed it, dancing the night away, when out of the corner of my eye I see HBeye dancing with McChode. Seriously out of nowhere, I swear the guy grabbed HBeye and threw her on me to start grinding. Then he was like, i'm going to get a drink, and ran off. Thanks dude! We dance a bit, I can tell she's pretty horny, she's arching her back a lot, etc. So I kind of move away after a bit and dance on my own, grab her, grind, move away. She dances with McChode again, no worries, and after about 30 minutes or so, back to me she comes. So I decide I want to make-out with her now, and do so. OPPS. I forgot I'm wearing a hat, and it pokes her in the forehead pretty hard. I laughed. Ha ha. So I move it away, not making this obvious at all, and go in to kiss her. She pulls back. Ohhhhh k. I realize it's probably because I like had to stop and move my hat so I could kiss her, doh! I get the kiss right after, yippyy! I made a note to pull her in close next time, but put our heads side by side, move my hat around, pull back to face-to-face and then kiss her. That worked much better. So we grind for a good while, I sit down, let her grind on me lots, kiss, whatever.

When out of nowhere, a buddy of mine, who knows about game, decides he wants to show off in front of these 2 random chodes, and grabs my girl, and starts dancing with her. Now this royally pissed me off because it was cock-blocking to the fucking nines, it was to show-off, and it was cock-blocking to the fucking nines. He's kind of known for doing this, so I was pretty fucking pissed. I grab Rufio and start ranting, and go grab my coat to leave. I look over and Rufio grabs the girl, and throws her back at me. What a wing he is. So I grab the girl and say we're going outside. Blah blah go get her smokes and go outside. I wanted to pull, so getting her outside was the plan, but the rest of her things were still inside. She has her smoke, and I ask her what she is doing later. She just shrugs. So I proclaim we are going to go watch a movie. Inside we go, stuff in hand, we walk the 10 blocks to my apartment. Now I hadn't really talked much with her, so on the walk home I was trying to establish some comfort/rapport. What do you do? What do you do for work? Blah blah. I'm getting nothing, so I just keep talking about random shit, I mention how I hate drama, blah blah. The drama thing came in handy because the whole walk home her friends are calling her, causing a bunch of drama. It ended up making me look like a fucking prince. Thanks friends! We get back to my place and by now she seems to be pretty drunk. This happens to me all the time, I'm drinking at the club, and don't act/feel too drunk, but as soon as I get out of that environment, I'm like WOAH, I'm fucking wasted.

She uses the bathroom. First thing I do when I get to my apartment with a girl? BALCONY. Why you may ask? This is the view from my balcony:

Make-out times! She sits on the couch. I grab a movie and go to grab her hand. Typical LMR, doesn't want to go to the bedroom, blah blah blah. I never really have trouble with this, you just have to push through it (easily with shit like... ya we're going to watch a movie, come on, let's go, ok that's cool, yep let's go), and it works. It's very simple LMR. In the bedroom I throw on the movie and shut off the lights. Now, I wasn't feeling cocky about this, but how things went down, I wasn't expecting a ton of LMR. Well, while I'm putting the movie in, she has her phone out and is asking for my address. I'm like, what? No, we're watching a movie, I'll drive you home after. She keeps asking, I keep saying ya i will after the movie. She starts mentioning how she has school blah blah. I try ignoring it. I try kissing her and upping physical touching. She doesn't seem to be budging at all. She keeps mentioning how she has school, and since she wasn't reacting to any of my attempts to push it, I felt like I would be a total asshole if I didn't let her go home. I'm not in the business of being an asshole, so I change the action plan to day2 it and go from there.

Now in the elevator I don't have her number yet, nor do I even know her fucking name (we never exchanged ha ha), and I don't want to be like, baby whats your name baby whats your number... so I hand her my phone for her to put her number in, and save it as TROUBLE. Plan to get her name? Text message for the facebook close.

Voila.

"NO MORE"

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 06:28:00 +0000

Ever thought back on your childhood on advice your parents gave you, and realized what they were really trying to say? Remember when you would be in a negative emotional state, and your Mother would tell you to go for a walk? Ever played a sport and had your coach tell you to go to the locker room for a period? Or been a goalie that got pulled, then put back in later? What are all these examples of? Geographic change with the purpose of Recovery. It was to re-align your focus, recover your state. I bet you at some point during any of these examples you had the thought of "NO MORE", and committed that to yourself.

It was interesting last week during the Zan Perrion free talk. He began talking (albeit casually) about how to recover your state. He said exactly as above: "Change your geography, and choose NO MORE". It's very common for many guys when they are at the club, to get into their head. This causes them to get out of state. What do you do? Change your geography. Go outside to the smoke pit. Go on the dancefloor. Go to the bathroom and throw water on your face. Take a minute, take a breath, and consciously choose "NO MORE". Open that next set, and your off running with it. Perfect!

This was a lesson I learned while at a wedding in Saskatoon in August. At that time I would say my skillset was pretty good, and I was confident about having success at the wedding. To my dismay, there was only one potential girl at the wedding. Still confident, I began the interaction. Meanwhile so did the other groomsman. He was the epitome of dancing monkey chode. The night before the wedding, he proclaimed that "I could go for it" and he would back off. Awesome, good choice mate. Now we get to the wedding reception, and I know I need to start turning it on. This was a new experience for me though, and being in the wedding party - at a very religious wedding - I was trying to be subtle, and keeping things on the downlow. To my surprise (kind of), dancing monkey chode started cock-blocking hardcore. He was absolutely trashed. Eventually I began to get very frustrated, and combining that with alcohol, I was beginning to get what I call "emo-angry drunk". That consists of me wanting to go home, and go to bed. I needed a pep-talk, who better to call then The SAINT. Ring ring. I explain the situation to him, and he advises two things:

Stop drinking. Which was correct, if I was feeling over emotional, drinking would not help that at all.
Go to the bathroom, throw some fucking water on my face, and walk back in there and own it. This isn't an option, it's reality. ROCK IT OUT.

I remember saying "Thanks" and hanging up. I walked into that bathroom, furious (in a good way), and throwing water on my face. I began walking back to the reception and all I could think of was: "Ya, what the fuck is this, I'm the fucking coolest mother fucker on earth, own this shit, no more!" I walked in, mega in-state, and there she is. I start talking to her, awesome, going well. Lots of physical touching, this is going down. To no surprise, dancing monkey chode comes up, grabs her and proclaims "SMOKE TIME!!!". Fuck. At this point I decided I was going to stop worrying so much about it, and if it happens, it happens. I still need to have fun! It didn't happen, but I wasn't mad about it either. The lesson of recovery was much more important to me.

Remember:

Change your geography.
Choose "NO MORE!"

Hope everybody has an awesome Halloween! I'm going Trick or Treating.

Cellphonejpurney

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 03:25:00 +0000

Thank you everyone for pointing out that my blog title is spelled improperly. It is on purpose though, so don't get your panties all tied up! <3

Very soon I will I hit my 1-year anniversary of being in this lifestyle change game. I can't put a specific number on the day, but the events that transpired remain vivid in my memory - forever.

Back then, a day in the life would look something like this:

I would wake up, and go to my retail day-job. Work all day, and once I was done, I would get in my new car, and head over to pick up my business partner. We would get high, and drive around doing business; Eventually making our way to a pub in the N.E of Calgary, where we would hang out with our boss. Play some games of pool, do some lines, and drink a lot of Hennessy. Then I would go home, and do it all over again the next day.

Right before I got on with this new boss, I had read 'The Game'. We would go out to the club and try to pick-up girls. I popped my collar with the excuse of flair. We would get absolutely trashed every night. It was a lot of fun. I remember one specific night at the club with the bosses. We were at The Backalley. One of my bosses pointed out a girl dancing on the speaker, and said: "Go get her for me." I hesitated, knowing that it was not going to happen, but I had to go anyways. Of fucking course she looked at me and was like: "uhh no?!". Ha ha. Shortly after wards, we got in a fight (a random and our crew). I ended up having to pick my buddy up from the hospital. This was normal for me.

A few days later we were at the bosses pub - we brought a few girls this time. One of them said they had a friend who was going to fight, and we should go watch. A big part of me wishes I would have said: "No." but I also think this event had a huge impact on where I am today. So we pop some ecstasy and I start driving down south. Eventually we're in a field ready to watch this fight. There's literally 30 Asian guys (it was an Asian fighting an Asian), and 3 white guys (my buddy, another buddy, and me). The fight isn't getting started, so I'm about to bounce because I had a bad feeling about this whole thing, when I look over, and 5 Lebanese guys (randomly showed up), started to chase my buddy. Fuck. So I start yelling at him to run to the car, and we will meet up. He (being an idiot) doesn't, and just continues to dodge the swings of batons. Finally I get irritated, and knowing I can't run in there to help him out (we are severely out numbered) and to make matters worse: they have weapons. Very last resort technique? Words. I go up to one and tell him "he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, and that when my boss finds out about this, they are going to be fucked." Have I ever done this before? No. Name-dropping or using words in general is pathetic, but I had no choice. One of the guys overhears me say this, and pulls out a gun, points it at my head, and says "It doesn't matter right now does it?". I told him "if he's going to do it, then do it". One of his buddies comes swinging with a baton aiming for my head, and to deflect the blow, I throw my left elbow up as a guard. My elbow was smashed. After I got hit with that, internally I said: "Fuck this." And I ran, as fast as I could, holding my elbow. Grab the rest of the guys and drive back to the pub.

During the next few days I remember thinking about the opportunities I had, especially with the knowledge of this radical lifestyle change I could be apart of. I remember having my boss call me at like 7pm saying I had to go see him. I had plans to go out to the club for a girls birthday or something, and said I wouldn't go. I remember having the thought that if I didn't get out from that scene ASAP, I wouldn't be able to. The next time I saw my boss, I told him I was out, I didn't want to be apart of this anymore, and reasoned congruently with "I like where my life is headed." I felt very good about this decision.

It's interesting when I reflect back on this past year. The lessons, the stories, the success and feedback. It truly has been the best year of my life, and I know each year there after will be the best one too. Of course there's ups and downs, but that is life! The other day I was reflecting back on this past year; I realized I had been through 4 or 5 different cellphones; and how it was interesting the different phases I went through with each. The types of girls that were in each phone, and the type of sticking point I was going through. That was pretty cool.

A major change I made during this past year was being much closer to sobriety! Now, I'm not 100% sober, but I also don't believe I need to be. The difference is, as my Father always talks about: "It's in Balance." It would be very hard to make radical lifestyle changes while maintaining your status as an alcoholic, or drug addict. This is an example of one major change I (along with many others) have made. I believe this is why I get very irritated whenever someone tries to belittle the change we've all made. I put in a ton of fucking effort and made huge sacrifices to make this platform of lifestyle change work. That is really what this whole "game" is. It's a fucking platform.

Think about this for a second:

Have you ever had the epiphany that you really aren't very confident? You have low self-esteem?

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OF FUCKING COURSE YOU HAVE. It's totally fucking common, and totally fucking reasonable. You want to know the thought that comes to mind after wards (generally)?

"Fuck, how do I fix that?"

And then you continue on living your life how you were, because you have no fucking clue how to REALLY fix those inner core issues. You have no fucking clue. There's little things that of course help, such as: getting a job (structure), getting out more (having fun), and pursuing your dreams (being passionate about something). But deep down, you just don't have an idea about how to fix these core issues. And really, at the same time, you have no idea about a variety of the mindsets you should have!

The sets in this platform are just the teaching point. GENERALLY, if a girl reacts a certain way towards you, it means something specific. Your communication isn't coming across properly. Could that be your body language? Tonality? Both? Could it be you're not smiling, you're not having fun? If a girl doesn't like you, and you get all upset - reactive, it's showing you that you are needy, you need that validation; how attractive is that? I could go on like this for hours. This platform awakens you to all these mindsets, and gives you a way to practice, get feedback and learn! And just like the rest of life, there is no magic pill.

Social Circle & Accountability

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 19:41:00 +0000

On the journey of self-improvement, Social Circle & Accountability play a major role. It is very interesting how big of a difference these both make, especially when intertwined. In my eyes, your social circle consists of two tiers. The first is your close friends. They are the brothers to me that I share my goals with. They are the ones that will keep you accountable. The second tier is the bigger picture. It is everyone you know. In Joe 6-pack (Sorry, had to make a Sarah Palin reference) terms, it would be your acquaintances. You could also refer to your social circle as inner and outer.

For me personally, I would not be where I am now without the support of my inner social circle, and their ability to keep me accountable. When I first got in this lifestyle change, I joined the local lair. Soon after this, we went on a trip to Edmonton, and had a fucking blast. Everyone bonded. Within 2 weeks I had moved into one of the guys houses. This house later would be dubbed 'Project Calgary' by many.

I noticed that while I was changing rapidly, so was my social circle. I no longer had interest hanging out with the guys/girls I used to. We had different realities now. I was not the same person, nor did I have the same goals. Activities that never bothered me, did now. Soon, I had a totally new group of friends, some close, some I even call family.

To give some history on the house:

I moved in during the month of February. That brought the total to two.
By March we had a total of 4.
By August we had a total of 6.
All males.

When one particular (the 4th) individual was about to move in, this was a big decision for the house. Everyone was a bit nervous as the individual's personality was confrontational, and he was messy. When he moved in, we quickly realized it was no problem. We were all there for the same purpose, and had like-minded goals.

The issue arose when the 5th person moved in. He was the house owners high school best friend. He was chode. Up until that point, everyone in the house went out, and was actively working on themselves. Nobody let anyone get away with slacking off. We had each others back. The problem that happened was this new individual did not have like-minded goals, nor the inner drive to get out and act. He talked a lot. He sat at home a lot. I no longer had those types of people around myself - he started to drive everyone crazy.

Only a few months later and the arguing, etc had pushed everyone over their limits, the house was gone. Looking back at what happened was this: When everybody in the house had like-minded goals, the house was able to look past the smaller issues that happened (due to personalities, etc). We saw the bigger picture. When the 5th roommate moved in, he off-set the chemistry in the house, and due to the house no longer having like-minded goals, the small issues that were looked past prior, came to the forefront, and everyone began to bicker. Eventually leading to the demise.

I was very nervous when I was moving out of the house, because the house had been so good for me. Without the house, I doubt I would be at the phase I am. The house forced me to push myself. The house kept me accountable. I couldn't get away with any bullshit. I am glad throughout my time at the house I was able to form my social circle into a larger group of guys, so even now when I only have 1 roommate, I am still held accountable.

Now, do like-minded goals mean they have to be the SAME goals!? Hell no. The difference is, that the people you want to surround yourself with are similar in the aspect that they are ambitious. They have desire, motivation, and committment. They don't talk the talk, they walk the walk. They are motivated.

I can't stress that enough. I am fortunate to have the best group of guys around me. I am extremely thankful for each and every one of them.

Humbled.
-Elektro

Life SUPERSIZED

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 07:57:00 +0000

It trips me out.

Quite regularly I reflect. Each time I come to the conclusion (unsurprisingly) that My Life is very eventful and very, interesting to say the least. But then I have the thought... who the fuck dictates any of that? How is one Life more interesting than another? To me, at least, Life is always going to be eventful, and always going to be interesting.

These past few weeks have been Life SUPERSIZED. Many changes going on. For quite some time I was not very happy/I was very frustrated. Now while explaining this to a dickhead manager at my old job, he made the witty comment "Well, you just have different frustrations now." Thanks for the tip... dickhead. I'm a very passionate person. Even working at a retail store, I became extremely passionate about it all. I kind of sort of really take things to an extreme level when my heart is in it. While my heart is in anything, I am able to overlook little issues that normally would cause me a great deal of frustration. Once my heart is no longer passionate about a certain activity, those smaller issues begin to eat at me.

This is ONE of many things that was causing me a great deal of stress about a month ago. I wasn't sure about the direction I was going. I wasn't happy at my day-job anymore. I wasn't satisfied with the progress I had made. I became very worried about my state as history had shown me I react a certain way in certain situations. I began to battle this behavior because I couldn't let that happen again.

To help with my frustrations, I WROTE DOWN MY GOALS. Did I really see myself progressing into a retail manager position? Did that align with any of my childhood dreams? (I hold a very high value for these dreams.) With my current goals written down, it gave me a better idea of my direction. How am I going to get there is the next question?

A few examples of goals I had prioritized highly:
- Work for Charisma Concept full-time.
- Finish school.
- Work on my photography portfolio -> career path.

A huge frustration for me was lack of time. Going out 6 nights a week, my schedule was something like this:

Wake up on a few hours sleep. Go to work (8 hours). Come home, nap for a few hours. Work for Charisma Concept for a few hours. Get ready and go out to the club. Come home and sleep for a few hours before work the next day.

Now this was a lot of fun and allowed me to do a lot of things I wanted (Go out - Live outside my parents house, etc) but it didn't allow me time to realistically go back to school, nor work on photography too much.

Could I have done it? Yes. But I wanted to do all this with as little sacrifice as possible.

So I quit my day-job. Instantly this lifted a huge cloud over myself. I had much more time. I wasn't going to work everytime to push myself just to survive. A lot of stress was gone. This gave me a lot of time to look into other aspects of my Life, such as school. I start next week. I'm looking forward to it.

I've also had more time to sleep. For almost a year I was only napping twice a day. 4-6 hours of sleep for me a day was very very typical. I swear my body is trying to catch up for the whole year, it's hard for me to wake up under 8 hours of sleep these days. That is a nice contrast to how things were.

I've had a lot of time to reflect on myself, and where I am at. I've had more time to speak with multiple people about this. I've had some amazing epiphanies, and some scarier ones. I'm sure I will post about these at some point. I've had time to relax a bit, and not go at such a crazy pace like I was.

Living in the new apartment with The SAINT has allowed us to live much more freely. I am able to be a bit messy again. This is a very nice change to living in the old house with clean freaks. It was such a nice change, that I got a bit out of control, which I'm working on now. I got my room all cleaned up, and my pictures up. Check it out! The picture at the top of this blog is the view from my window (in my room).

And here are some shots from my balcony. These are meant to be very candid (meaning, not very good).

I've dyed my hair black. Don't worry, I'm not going emo. As a girl told me today, I'm 5 years late. I went to dye my hair dark-brown a few weeks ago, and it blended (with my blonde hair) into a red. Disgusting. Sorry if you have natural red hair.

I've been working on my photography a bit more. Not enough yet, but I'm getting there. The SAINT is also getting much more photogenic, swing by and leave him a comment!

I went to the Armin Van Buuren concert the other day. It was absolutely unreal. A few days prior I had decided I was going to listen to every single one of his ASOT episodes as soon as possible. There are current 373 of them. He releases a new one every friday. I am currently on episode 006. They are anywhere between 1 hour and 2 hours long. Why am I doing this? I want to learn more about the history of trance. One cool thing I noticed right away was back in episode 000 - Part 2, he actually played a song remixed by Tiesto. I think I can accomplish this goal in 100 days.

I also need to make an honorable mention to ATOWN. She keeps complaining that I haven't written about her in my BLOG, so there you go! She is one of the most important people in my Life. I love her. She also really likes lemons.

There is a lot of other big news that will be posted soon - including but definitely not limited to: a new roomate will be moving into the apartment, changes at Charisma Concept, and a new Lair to be announced! These are all very exciting and positive changes happening soon! Look out for multiple new blogs coming up this week. I'm rockin' out!

Peace.
-Elektro

THE EX-GF BLOG

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 00:08:00 +0000

This is my story.

As I get in my car with The SAINT to drive back home, I feel my pants vibrate. I reach into my pocket to see a new text message.

1-250-555-5555 wrote: wut r u doin tonite

For a second my heart sinks knowing there is only one thing I can do. I press EDIT. I press DELETE. Then I close my phone. Is it fair (for either of us)? No. That's how it has to be.

Our relationship had been rocky for a long time. The circumstances around why we were together set us on a journey towards failure. Our house had been built on sand... it was only a matter of time.

HBEX had moved back home to B.C in April 2007. Between then and just prior to my 19th birthday (May 30, 2007), things were beginning to become grimmer and grimmer. Her double standard philosophy began to create major problems during the month of May. I rose from the comfort of my bedroom (where I had spent the last 8 months or longer), and went to my first club - Cowboys. This was a blast! Getting absolutely plastered and line-dancing. Seeing beautiful girls all around. (a scarcity mindset in relation to women was a huge limiting belief I had while depressed) I began to drift away from HBEX. Every night I went out - we fought. Reason was simple. She was allowed to do what she wanted (go out, go camping, etc), but I was not. With the new found epiphany that I COULD find a new girl in-tow, I dumped HBEX. This seemed glorious for about 24 hours. Realizing my mistake, I cried and cried to get her back. She was having none of it. Our relationship basically revolved around the theory 'Make her/him chase you'. Right around the time I dumped her, and shortly thereafter, I had her chasing me. When we switched roles (me chasing) I was doomed. She was very good at making me chase her, and prolonging it forever. From here until October 2007, I chased. This was cat-string theory in action. She would give me enough to keep me chasing (give me a sense of hope), just to complete crush me at the end (causing me to chase harder). Such actions when dealing with someone (me) who was extremely depressed (schizo - clinical depression symptoms) were very powerful, and extremely harmful. It was right around October 15th, 2007 with the help from my councilor, I was able to get over the hump slightly, and cut off all contact with HBEX. Cutting off contact was an extremely positive action towards my healing. I didn't hear from her again until December 13th, a Thursday. Randomly messaged me on MSN, I was stupid enough to let it happen, let her call me, and we hung out the next day. It was Friday and we went for dinner, blah blah blah. We made plans to hang out on the Saturday too, because she was moving back to B.C. on Sunday. Now to add a bit of a twist on the story, I had met a girl who was extremely interesting to me. It was her 18th birthday on December 15th (the Saturday). This is key: I PROMISED MYSELF NO MATTER WHAT, I WOULD GO TO HER BIRTHDAY PARTY. Saturday morning she called me to say let's hang out. The frame battle began here. I let her know I was going to this party, and she could come if she wanted, but no matter what, I was going. She said she would call me right back. I never heard from her again.

Until early August 2008.

I was in Saskatoon for friend's wedding. I woke up at 2pm. First thing I do in the morning? Check my phone.

You have a new text message:

1-250-555-5555 wrote: hey r u there?

She's backkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. With the last 8 months or so of self-improvement under my belt, I was extremely confident about my inner state. A part of me wanted to prove to myself that I could talk to HBEX and not get that gut feeling in my stomach, hold my frame, and end the phone call (on good terms) knowing if I never talked to her again, that would be fine. I've always held extremely angry and bitter feelings towards HBEX. Those feelings were so strong, if anyone mentioned her, or the town we met in, I would start raining down insult after insult, discussing my absolute distaste for the town. Not the healthiest mindset in the world. I talked to her for awhile - like 6 hours. It was nice to talk to her again. I held my frame, explained what I have been doing (PUA), etc. We maintained contact for the next week or two. The old HBEX was back rather quickly, being upset about me going out, whining, and calling me crying all the time. This just wasn't in my frame anymore - I didn't have time for it. I cut it off contact again.

A week went by without contact. Then I got a text message, and then a phone call. This was a critical moment in my Life. We discussed plans to meet up right then for coffee. I gave her a 20 minute time-line to determine if we were meeting up or not. 20 minutes went by, and that was enough time for me to snap back, and realize I can't do this. She got a text saying "sorry, can't do this." A reply of "tonight or forever?" came back my way. It was deleted. Up until yesterday she has sent me a message here and there every few days, and I delete them instantly.

I never saved her number in my phone. I know I can handle myself when I'm sober, but a few times when I've been drunk, I had sent her messages that didn't make me happy the next time (when I found them), so not having her number in my phone saved that. Without her number, I couldn't text her. The only way we got in contact was by her texting me, setting the lovely frame of her chasing me.

What is Frame Control?
As SINN puts it: "A frame is the surrounding meaning of any interaction. It is as David DeAngelo likes to say your reality."

Frame Control is one of the major pieces to the self-improvement puzzle. I'm not going to go TOO in-depth about Frames (I will save that for a future blog). Basically the stronger frame (reality) always wins. If you have a stronger frame, the person will buy into that, giving you more value. When a girl tries to set a frame, you want to do what is called re-framing. As you will see, re-framing turns the tables, and causes the frame to be set by yourself. To give you an idea of how to re-frame, here is SINN'S list. It is a very good list, hence why I'm just going to use it instead of re-writing another.

1. You can ignore the comment entirely and plow forward wit

Whenever you are talking to your HBEX, it will be a huge frame battle. You have new mindsets, forming a new reality, and you will want her to buy into that. She on the other hand will want you to buy into your old chode frame. It will get bloody.

Ultimately why did I cut off contact, and continue to do so?
Simple. I noticed even though my Frame Control (in this case, and Life in general) is very strong, I realized I had emotions and certain behaviors come back. I didn't go back to complete chode, but there were certain aspects of my old self that crawled their way back. I was noticing myself becoming very bitter again, and extremely negative over the stupidest shit. I was complaining a lot. I was angry. This was not healthy. All these behaviors I had formed while in that relationship - for a variety of reasons, that it's simply how my body knew to react when in contact with HBEX.

This is why I strongly recommend using The SAINT's ideology: "The past is the past, move on." Ultimately it didn't work for a reason(s), MOVE ON. Each and every one of you have an amazing journey ahead of yourselves, don't be held back by a chode perception that the NEW you will be the blessing your relationship needed to fix itself.

Delete those text messages. Don't call. Don't have her number in your phone (or anywhere). Just. Move. On.

Good luck.
-Elektro

Another Day -> Another Story

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 18:39:00 +0000

Hello.

I am a workaholic.

My workaholic traits definitely come from my Father. When I find something I'm truly passionate about, I become obsessed. I've always gone through different obsessions - mainly with gaming. Up until last year, I was a HUGE gamer. I'm talking, 18+ hours A DAY type gamer. I always loved it, mainly due to the escape. I played hockey for 15 years at an incredibly high level. Hockey and school combined to take up the majority of my time. Escape (fun) was gaming.

Fast track to this time last year. Going through the beginner phases of this lifestyle change, I knew I had to cut out gaming. Just the simple act of getting a full-time job, I had to quit playing ANY games at all - or else I would end up quitting the job and just playing games all day again. I know myself. At first that was very tough, I went through incredible withdrawals, but through time they got better and going through the day sans game became easier. I had a new game to play: Self-improvement. Throughout the first 6 months, I was still pretty balanced between self-improvement, work, and relaxing. I found time to hang out (even going out 7 nights a week), and let my mind rest. Since I started becoming much more involved in the teaching aspect of this lifestyle, I have become more involved in my personal improvement as well.

Reasons why are simple:

I don't want to maintain my current skill level. I want get better.
I don't have as much time for personal growth, I need to make use of any free time I have.
I want to learn as much about every aspect as possible - to be the best teacher I can.

Up until this weekend, I never fully understood the consequence of such actions. One day last week I was sitting at my computer with the goal to relax. The second I sat down at my computer, I began to feel lost. What do I do? My mind swirling with theory, any thought I had was related to self-improvement, any activity I pondered - self-improvement. This was slightly frightening, as I had the thought... I will never be the same. This was theory a student and I discussed on our way back from Edmonton. We had a laugh about it, because it's very true (in a positive way of course)... that no one who fully embraces this lifestyle will be the same again. Even if I'm no longer teaching, or going out actively to meet people, I will always be aware of how the social interactions around myself are going. How this guys body language is, what his tonality is saying, etc. This is not a bad thing - in Balance.

Now just prior to the Edmonton Seminar, I was starting to burn out a little bit. I'm always very aware when I start to burn out (even slightly). I noticed I was not staying out as late as normal. I was going through big lifestyle changes (quitting my day-time job): I was just tired. After the Edmonton Seminar, I noticed I was still feeling burned out, and knew I needed to take a couple nights off to relax. With a special visitor in town this past weekend, The SAINT and I decided Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and most of Monday we would do our best to not focus on work - knowing after Monday, Charisma Concept would be continuing to go hard. Now I'm like my Dad, I don't really take a break. Even on vacations, he will still be working, the only difference is it's from the beach instead of an office.

I attempted as best I could to relax. I got drunk Friday night. Saturday night I remember sitting down in my chair, to ponder ways I could relax. Quickly I came to the realization I had no fucking clue how to do it anymore! All I've ever done for the last few months is WORK (day-job), come home, WORK (Charisma Concept), go out (although yes I do have fun, it's not really: relaxing), SLEEP.

I wrote down a list of activities I could do:

Write (self-improvement -> blogs, posts)
Read (self-improvement books)
Watch (self-improvement DVDs)
Photo-shoot (wasn't in the mood)
Clean (that's a chore)

None of these were relaxing - ha ha! It was hilarious. I ended up watching a self-improvement DVD (6 hours worth), taking notes, and pounding my brain for knowledge. Afterward I turned a new Armin Van Buuren set on, turned all the lights off in my apartment, laid on the couch, and relaxed. It was pretty funny. 2 hours later I went to bed. This brings us to yesterday morning (hardly morning I slept until 2pm). Why did I sleep so much? I didn't know what else to do! Fucking hilarious! So I woke up, our visitor departed, and I began talking to The SAINT about my hilarious realization!

He said: "Want to go out and do something?" To which I replied "Fuck yes!?" We gather our things (including keys - after taking a solid 5 minutes to find them) when I turn and ask him if he wants to walk or take a car. Before he can reply, I cut him off and say we're walking. To where? WHO KNOWS! Adventure time! "Another Day, Another Story" as I discussed at Edmonton Seminar.

We begin walking downtown heading west, I notice the gorgeous blue sky. I let him know I have no fucking clue what I want to eat, and he's says: "I heard Mr. Fuckers is good... I mean Mr. Tuckers." Apparently as the story goes, his Uncle told him it was delicious food for a cheap price! Perfect! As we walk in to Mr. Tuckers, we tell the hostess: "For two please." She replies: "Ok, is it either of your guys' birthdays?" Without missing a beat, The SAINT says "Ya it's His." and points to me while he continues to walk into the restaurant. APPARENTLY IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! Ha ha. She believes us for god knows what reason, and sits us down handing us the menus. I look at mine: BIRTHDAY MENU. The birthday menu is a choice of the 5 most popular dishes... ON THE HOUSE! Fuck ya! The SAINT grins and says sarcastically: "Happy Birthday bud!" Now I'm scrambling to find out what day it is, in case they ask me. Also hiding my ID so I can use the 'I don't have my ID excuse' if they are smart and ask for it! Waitress comes up and asks if we are ready to order. Of course! I point to my selection to make sure she sees it's from the BIRTHDAY MENU, to which she asks if it's my birthday. "Yes!", "Oh well Happy Birthday" she says. Ha ha fuck this is great! Looking at the menu, everything is rather pricey, in the $30 range. We like our McDonalds, so paying $80 for 2 meals is a bit more than we prefer. GOOD THING IT WAS 2 for 1! Ha ha. We eat, it's fucking delicious (his Uncle gets a 1/2 score), and before we leave, I get my own brownie with a candle! Happy Birthday!

We pay. $35 later we are laughing as we walk along the street. Getting back to the apartment building, we have never seen the basement, which holds the mysterious pool and weight room. Everyone in the apartment building we have talked to says the following:

The pool sucks
The elevator sucks
The whole place sucks
The location is the only good part

Our expectations are rather low but for self-amusement sake, we want to see both attractions. The pool was a big reason we moved in here. Being able to go swimming whenever is a deal-breaker for me. Regardless, we open the door to the pool, and IT'S PRETTY SWEET! This was a huge relief - I can go swimming now! The weight-room on the other hand can hardly be called that, and we should sue the apartment building for false-advertising. The SAINT and I decide we are going swimming! Nice, I can totally relax! Ha ha!

After a good session of playing football in the pool, we go back upstairs. He uploads the photos from our pool session - I begin editing. I love editing photos and going all abstract 'what the fuck' on their asses. It's the artist in me. Enjoi.

"Another Day, Another Story."

Chow for now,
-Elektro

Yes! Reframe!

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 04:37:00 +0000

Hey guys! With the Edmonton PUA Seminar now done, I have a bit of time to focus on the blog again! Big changes in my Life (future post - be on the lookout) but for now I'm going to throw this one up!

Alright, so I'm sure many of you have heard about how important the start of your day is. A couple examples of this:

Eating breakfast in the morning.
Giving yourself enough time so you are not rushing in the morning (in turn being late for work, class, ETC).

Both of these examples set your day off on the right foot -> in turn making you much more productive, and also, POSITIVE. Lately I've been experimenting with an idea of my own.

It's 6am in the morning. Your alarm clock just went off. What will be your typical reaction?

Mine always involved a negative thought - FUCK!

Now, is that really the way I want to start off my day? The first action of the day - a negative one. How much did that affect and foreshadow the rest of my day?

So I came up with this idea. As soon as my alarm clock went off, I would shout (with excitement): YES!

Even initially, I noticed a huge difference in my mood, and outlook of the day. After a week straight of doing this, I reflected and my results were the same. Much more positive, better outlook.

There is another example of this type of re-framing. In the movie/book 'The Secret', it suggests that when you wake up in the morning, the first thing you should do is say THANK YOU (outloud). After watching the movie I also tried this out, and noticed the same results: better outlook, much more positive. It was humbling.

Until next time.
-Elektro

Charisma Concept Presents: Edmonton Seminar

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 01:32:00 +0000

Here is the message posted by theSAINT, my partner with Charisma Concept:

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Hey, How are we all doing?

Alright gentleman time to book some time off; on Saturday September the twentieth Charisma Concept will be doing a seminar and tour in Edmonton. We are going to be discussing opening and mid-game from a natural point of view.

Burgundy, Djmex, and Elek will be speaking for sure so far and that is only the start.

The following is what will be happening:

Meet up on Saturday, September 20 at Hudson's Taphouse (subject to change) and the Seminar will start at 5 pm.

Where Djmex, Burgundy, Elektro and myself will be speaking.After the Seminar which will include a Q & A session, you guys will be hitting up the clubs. The plan is to hit three different clubs after the Seminar, this will be up to you guys to decide. Whichever clubs have the most votes from members will be the ones selected. If you're going to be attending please select your three favorite clubs.

Hopefully you guys love the union, cause that place rocks!

I can fully guarantee that this will be a blast no matter what your skill level or knowledge when you come out with a group this motivated even if you only open one set you will learn lots and be truly inspired. As of right now Elektro and myself will both be speaking but I am sure that other Calgary dedicated members will be coming up and so they can help you out as well. This is a great way to help you see the lifestyle as well I know that not many people in Edmonton are pushing natural and so I would like to show you guys the other side of the coin. No gimmicks and no routines just finding yourself and projecting your best traits and qualities.

Cannot wait to see you guys there.

Email either of us if you have any questions thesaint@charismaconcept.com or elektro@charismaconcept.com

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Chow for now,
-Elektro

Kid Becky

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 00:53:00 +0000

Alright so this is a story that happened last week while I was working. As some of you will know, I work at h&m in the kids department. The most common response I get when I tell people I work in the kids department of h&m is... "why the fuck would you want to put yourself through that!?" The answer is simple: I FUCKING LOVE KIDS. My first two jobs when I was in my teens were at a hockey camp and a kids christian camp. You can see where the progression has gone. I've never really had a problem dealing with them, and I know how powerful of a tool they can be to bring up your day. This is an example last week.

So last week I was having "just one of those weeks". My mind was drained. Just one of those things. So story goes that I was at work early (7am), and working hard at visual merchandising the department. Store opens at 10am, and almost instantly you hear a baby going fucking berserk. After about two minutes of this baby going batshit insane, I giggle as my manager who was working in the immediate area looks at me, and just leaves saying "fuck it, I'll finish that later." Ha ha. Pussies. Give it another two minutes and I see my chance to strike. The baby has grabbed a long-sleeve shirt, BOOM, "OHHH look what you found! That's cool!!!!" The baby looks up at me, no longer crying, and gives me a HUGE SMILE. Mothers must fucking hate me when I give their kids attention, because that's what the mothers are trying to teach the hard way (attention seeking behavior doesn't work). With the big smile this little girl gave me, I knew this would be easy. Ok, keep her distracted, with lots of different things. BAM, ohhh look at this shirt you got, it's Tom & Jerry! Do you know what he's holding? "Baskeeattbawwll". Ha ha. Yes you're right, OH look at this other shirt, It'S COOL!!! "Dadddaa". Oh, your dad would wear this? *nods her head*. Awesome. I follow up with the color game, destined to entertain for a few minutes. What's this color what's that color? Awesome. I ask her name.. "BEXKYY". Shortly afterwards, Becky's mother says time to go.

As I walk back to my project, a milf walks past me and utters: "You have the touch."

I noticed I was significally happier afterwards, not because "I have the touch", but because I had an awesome conversation with a kid that could barely speak, and was able to make her smile. I may never run into Becky again, but the memory will last with me forever.

Chow for now,
-Elektro

Pondering Coffee

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 01:47:00 +0000

So I was driving home after work, and I had this thought come to me.

It's a very debatable and serious topic.

What is better, the first coffee in the morning, or the '4 pm' coffee right after work?

Seriously.

Chow for now,
-Elektro

... time to cook

noreply@blogger.com (Elektro) — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 00:53:00 +0000

And so it begins. As with all the progressions in my life recently, it is now time for another; the blog. Why 'The Frying Pan'? I enjoy cooking up ideas, meshing them with others, and seeing what can come of it. I also enjoy adding spices, being controversial. The name is Elektro. I have a penis. Two words to describe myself would be finesse and flair. I work for a company called Charisma Concept. Social interaction and meeting new people fascinate me. I am also a photographer. I'll make sure to post newer work on here. I live by two quotes:

"If you're not growing, you're dying."

"Everything in life is beautiful, so smile."

Time to fry.

Chow for now,
-Elektro