SB, God, PUAs

You know on how Google Earth you can get a whole new perspective on where you live or where you grew up? Looking at it from the heights above, appreciating its inherent beauty from a godlike position?

Well here's SB from the PUA perspective. Protag, what did I say about positivity?

"We walk inside the club and.. all the girls are screaming to be penetrated and made into little sluts. They are little slut robots waiting for the correct program.

"KY is nothing like this. Maybe it's why my game got so developed. KY is southern prudes who enjoy being hard to get more than anything else- I'm sure it is just a cultural thing. I walked into this Santa Barbara place and all the girls are clearly communicating that they are looking to be made into toys for my dick. Gawdamn

"I am in a candy store. I see a three-set and just open them hard. They all start talking excitedly and spread their slut feathers. They're all cute but there's no way I'm already settling in for the night. I tell them I'll be back. One girlie tries to make out with me. I casually look away and start talking about something else. I look back at her- she tries to make out with me again. She doesn't seem the type- I think her programming just tells her it is time now. I pull her face to the side and give her a kiss on her cheek."

It gets better. But I try to keep this blog PG-13.

Oh and the club? It was Q's. =)

Read the whole "field report" here. . The guy is something of a god in the RSD community. Manwhore. What an awesome name. I should make a shirt that says "We are all manwhore."

Right after I buy this one.

PROF

IKTMIT - Intro

Hey all-

Know I've been quiet over here. Took a trip back home last week, and as soon as I left the city I immediately had a flood of mini-epiphanies. It was crazy. And I wrote them down, in pieces in my journal but thought I'd put them here over the next few days so that a) I won't forget them, and b) maybe relate to your life. At least give you a chance to laugh at my mistakes...

IKTMIT: I know this much is true. Always wanted to write a small list of these "never forget" things, and that's what C3 is about, right? Or just sharing stories of getting laid (hmmm... a certain paucity of laid stories... protag???.... should work on that.)

Listening to "The Last Resort" by the Eagles as I email a lovely lady asking for her address to come over tonight. Life is not bad.

prof

Halloween... sucks?

Man, a lot of negative posts lately. Maybe it's because I'm re-trapped in paradise?

I went out tonight for halloween weekend with some friends. All of whom are in couples. Literally 4 couples and me. I don't mean to be so lame but launching from that is, well, difficult.

Everyone's like "Let's go dance!". And instantly, it's a bunch of twosomes dancing together.

Swiftly the night ends with people wanting to go home, to their comfy lived-in apartments where I'm sure they'll (in some cases, anyway) have sex and fall asleep. Or maybe not. Maybe at that point sex is saved for the early nights.

Either way it both makes me want to be in a relationship, any relationship AND be sooooooooo glad I'm single at the same time. What's the deal with that? Where are the women of quality, of class?

Certainly not here. Or at least not out at "Wildcat" on saturday night.

At some point during the night I essentially gave up and just kind of stood by a go-go dancer watching everything. Immediately I had a group of cat girls sidling up to me. I suppose that was an oppurtunity, but again there's some quality that's missing. An elegance, or, I dunno.

Anyway, standing by myself seemed by far the best move. Besides the cat girls, I had nurses taking my picture, school girls rubbing past closer than necessary...

But I still couldn't bring myself to make a move. I don't even know if I wanted to. The possible rejection would be devastating. Though it seems like it doesn't have to be.

I hope that someday flying absolutely solo I'll have as much confidence as the pimpinest playa. But for now, I'm not there.

I need a crew. A crew that is not couples who make me feel wistful. Where are all the good-time singles? Where's the 80s?

I need a crew of guys/girls who are ready for anything. Who, after I've been horribly shot down by a beautiful woman, will make fun of her with me. And who will not let me settle for anything less than an 8.

Maybe I'm not there yet, but I'm just about ready. Ready for action, ready for a better life. Ready to be single for the first time in, I dunno, 7 years.

I hope you guys are in the city in two months. Because then it is ON (like donkey kong).

Breaking up suuuuuuuuuuuucks

Well, clearly I haven't been posting on here for a while. And maybe not so clearly, it's out of embarrassment.

I'm single, right? I should have a sweet life right now and be partying and bettering myself and all that shit right?

So why am I, instead, depressed? I'm like that dude from Swingers in the beginning of the movie. Except less angry. And hopefully better looking.

I'll freely admit that I've thought A LOT about getting back together with her. Not to the point of acting upon it. But its definitely crossed my mind. The girl who it took me like 2 years to break up with. Who all my friends think is crazy. And for whom I had a million reasons why we shouldn't be together.

One thing I'm realizing with all this is the power of photos. Photos are like this amazing memory-eraser. I look back at all the photos of Angela and I, which unfortunately comprise pretty much my entire collection of photos for the past 3 years, and we look awesome. Our life looks awesome. We look happy. And when I look at these photos, the good times are all I can remember.

Anyway, I guess there's nothing new here. It's the classic post-breakup from so many Hollywood films. But for me this is the first time its really sucked this bad.

From now on I'm keeping my old break up tactic. Tried and true:

Leave the country.

What Prof's Been Up To

Hey all-

There have been three major events in prof's life in the last three or so weeks.

1) My wonderful laptop finally refused to work. At all. Like I need to find someone on Craig's list to get the stuff off my hard drive broken. This has been a large impediment to my c3 posting, among other things. But now I'm rocking the Apple thing and life is better than ever.

2) I've decided to leave my job. Soon. Although the details still need to be worked out (as in, I don't have another job lined up), and I am eager to spend some time in my metropolis without THIS job, and eager to move back to the West coast to join my family and friends. You know who you are (sorry Maverick).

3) My on-and-off girlfriend of the last year and a half cheated on me. And I found out because of a picture posted on the internet.

I'll let that sink in.

Just want to send a shout out to my friends and siblings (not that they will EVER read this =) for being there for me, etc. It's weird; when I broke up with her (the day I found out), I just kept repeating: "It's so low-class." I didn't mean it in an economic way at all--it was just incredibly lacking in integrity, decency, and all that good stuff. And I'm thankful for everyone in my life that is not like that--my high-class friends and family. And I hope I spend the rest of my life setting an example and spreading the *true* high-class life. A buddy of mine has a facebook quotation that says something like, "i've seen beauty and we shouldn't settle for less."

And I guess that's the good coming out of this. It's a re-evaluation, with my job, of the good and beautiful and true and what it means to me.

Which doesn't mean I'm above getting drunk and funky, plow some shit tests and rock it in the bedroom (or kitchen, or street, or whatever.) But it does mean that I'll do it to my standards.

Alright all. Other posts await.

PROF