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href="http://thesoloist1.wordpress.com/2011/06/19/and-from-the-ashes-rises-a-phoenixhellooooo-wordpress/"&gt;In the fire I turn to ashes (click me)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5407552041258013830?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5407552041258013830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/goodbye-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5407552041258013830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5407552041258013830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/goodbye-blogger.html' title='Goodbye Blogger!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4167698948231091926</id><published>2011-06-18T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:16:53.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top posts'/><title type='text'>Solo's Best Hits</title><content type='html'>I decided with my one year "Blog" anniversary coming up why not have the best of. These are my Top ten blogs statistically and with me reflecting on them a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/epliouge-after-date-with-fun-sized.html"&gt;10. Epilogue the Date After with Fun-Sized Blond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at it now, going right out after FSB, was a great move. Literally begging "Big Nose" to the crib,sigh. At the time I knew I could get her to the crib and smash now I realized what killed attraction was my dumb-ass being on the phone with her the whole time on the ride back home. I never did follow up with her nor did I care too chick was below mediocre, no sweat of my back but a decent learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-dont-use-facebook-to-holla-chicks.html"&gt;.Why I don't use facebook to holla @ chicks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean pretty self-explanatory, I have a love hate realtionship with facebook. I'm on a "semi-hiatus" after a "relapse" last I heard N is headed to LA to start a rap career good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-thoughts-on-online-dating.html"&gt;My thoughts on Online dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed, if you can hit the field do that, online should be used to supplement your game not be the main part. But with gas being $3.75 I don't blame cats for staying in and get their macking on "wirelessely" just don't become frustrated with all the flaking like I did back in 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/video-of-best-mackpua-under-18.html"&gt;7. Video of the best pua mack under 18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile this was my number one post, hands down this kid is the truth. NOUF SAID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;6. Facebook Attention whores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worst with every update and photo tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-1.html"&gt;5.The Blond Bombshell Pt 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my personal favorites, when I started I would have killed for a guide like this. There aren't a lot of guru's who discuss interracial gaming and when they do usually it's fluff that is common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-not-player-aka-hipster-brunette.html"&gt;4. Still not a player aka Hipster Brunette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking my head the other day over this one, still can't believe how I fucked it up. I saw her recently at a bar and she was trying to play hard to get. Last I know she checked my POF.&amp;nbsp; I run into one of her friends regularly in the field when I go out eeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-men-and-fat-white-girlsthe-truth.html"&gt;3.Black Men and Fat white girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care much for that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-you-wanna-date-single-mommy-read.html"&gt;2. So you wanna date a single mommy &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rising epidemic so it doesn't surprise me this one is so high up there. All these broads having kids and expecting someone to take care of them. It's a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-sized-blond.html"&gt;1.Fun-Sized Blond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail on my part, but not surprised with all that I was going through(lost job and all). I put the chick up on a pedestal cause she was hawt, hawt hawt. My biggest mistake though was&amp;nbsp; getting her on the phone for my pre-qualifying. We never talked until the day of, and I think it ruined it a bit cause I really didn't have anything to go of. Typically by the time I go on a date I know what type of chick I was dealing with but I went in blind. Bad idea to do the dinner thing. The best thing though I did was sticking to my guns and not chasing her, I think that threw her of cause she send me a stupid msg on POF a couple months later saying "always fresh huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4167698948231091926?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4167698948231091926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/solos-best-hits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4167698948231091926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4167698948231091926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/solos-best-hits.html' title='Solo&apos;s Best Hits'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4135374156241059414</id><published>2011-06-15T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:00:00.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scalleywags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Startegos'/><title type='text'>The Reunion (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at Golden child and give him a "dude shut the fuck up look" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Man that's bullshit where is Steve at?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Look Goldyn Child, I can get you guys in for $5 each, VIP, and I'll hook you up with a round" said the Red head in a pissy tone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Goldyn Child chill out dude" I say sternly, he glares at me then shuts up. Usher hands her a $20 bill and pays all of our cover and were in the VIP. Goldyn Child follows the Red head making sure he is gonna get a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There lot of Hispanic people at the venue come to find out its "Latina Night". Goldyn Child hooks me up with a long island. I sip it, however shortly after Goldyn Child vanishes. J-set becomes agitated because of Goldyn Child's drunken princess behavior, come to find out Goldyn child is in another venue we head there and link up with my boy Shaw. Goldyn Child gets us in the venue for free which typically is $10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude how you know that I guy I asked?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't" he says with a smirk "I told him I was doing a VIP event with a bunch of friends and said you was my boys. Easy" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed if anyone is the best at bullshitting bouncers&amp;nbsp; it's gotta be this guy.I remember when they wouldn't let him in one venue because of his shoes, he bullshitted one of the bouncers saying he was gonna get a bottle, needless to say he never got the bottle and now every-time the bouncer sees him, he gives him the "mean mug". Everyone splits up. Shaw, J-Set and I walk around a bit. We see people from the house party now having fun Miss Black is there as well, dancing with a dude but I keep it moving. We stand around for a bit and don't see anything eye catching. We end up walking next thing I know, somebody yanks me. It's a brunette and she is pretty cute. She leads me by the hand and starts grinding on me. I'm a bit confused honestly I can't remember the last time a chick grabbed me much less approached me. We start dancing and she is reaching for my dick, she then bends over and starts grinding and I get a semi. After a couple minutes she mentions she has to go to the bathroom but "will be right back". I don't even think about it and try to go for a make out but she turns her head and tells me to wait. I know she ain't coming back, I stand on the dance-floor for a moment contemplating my next move. Should I stay or go. I see Usher and then noticed a certified banger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DQToeeelA/TfUzuxuJDyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oMCC-wRNkWI/s1600/SANY0339-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DQToeeelA/TfUzuxuJDyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oMCC-wRNkWI/s320/SANY0339-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Banger and Usher&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Usher to approach her, he doesn't hesitate and is in set. He does well.  My chick comes out and does a beeline for the bar with her girls (ouch). No biggie Some Bacardi promoter girls come around giving me a couple free "Bacardi wrist bands"(sorta like the live strong type). They want promo pics with me so I flick it up with them on their digital cam. I dance with them and the chicks are digging it. Their not my type but its all in fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TioarZuWhE0/TfU0wfD-x1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/DUmNSj3JMRA/s1600/SANY0335-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TioarZuWhE0/TfU0wfD-x1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/DUmNSj3JMRA/s400/SANY0335-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol @ the Nick Minaj Impersonation &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Usher later on in set still talking to the Banger. I see Miss Black and dance with her for a song. She moves pretty sexy and I instantly get a boner. In the middle of the song though my legs give out and I'm just choding, just trying to keep up(damn shouldn't have done 35 minutes of interval running today). After the dance she just walks of and Shaw, J-set and I hit up another venue. The other venue we hit is dead. We walk in, I turn around and all of a sudden there is an old cougar trying to talk to me. I introduce myself but she doesn't say anything "What you can't talk I ask?" and she just nods that she can't. "Dude she's got a ring and is wack" said J-set that's all I needed and we bounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out into the streets and I start doing random street approaches. Two set of blonds(yeah your boy on that blond shit again lol) their digging it but I'm not going for the close I'm just trying to show Shaw that "it's all about approaching". I then approach a hot mixed black chick and her white friend, before I can open I know they ain't feeling me but I plow for a bit then eject. I  did about three approaches back to back to back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude respect" said Shaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gotta approach man" I then think of what Roosh said that if you aint approaching women daily then you ain't gaming for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You gonna meet this cat Goldyn Child one of the best gamers I've ever seen" I quipped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What better then who? I hope not me" said J-set &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The kid has great upside, Naw your good, but remember who taught you man." I said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Please I was good just took a long break..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We see Goldeyn Child with a PYT "She's coming with he said". We ain't tripping it's his car. She's got her car downtown so logistics ain't a problem. We start driving and Usher is talking shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude Should I jack his chick?' he keeps asking me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sense some jealousy that he didn't pull tonight and I rib him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude&amp;nbsp; did you get that one chicks number? she was hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naw I didn't" he said with a forlorn look on his face. I find it hard to believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He makes up some lame excuse, we drop him of at his pad. As soon as he leaves, Goldyn Child and&amp;nbsp; PYT start making out hardcore. I laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZFmuJdeu10/Tfd66ibgrjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fcsOVeVZcTY/s1600/SANY0342-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZFmuJdeu10/Tfd66ibgrjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fcsOVeVZcTY/s400/SANY0342-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One hand on the head one on the breast Cavemanning 101 Ninja style&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We get to spot and I'm dehydrated and hungry but J-Set won't let me eat saying that I&amp;nbsp; already "consumed enough calories from drinking". Goldyn Child and PYT go to empty spare room J-Set has. J-Set shows me the new "La La La" he got. We spark up the "La" and started conversing about the past, life, and other stuff. We then go out and take a peek at Goldyn Child and PYT(he left the door a tiny beat open, probably on purpose ha). Goldyn Child was on top moving like a jack rabbit making out furiously with the chick. J-set and I laughed.I thought about what I said earlier about Goldyn Child having a great upside. The kid is something special in the field and hasn't even tapped into his potential yet, he is like a young Gohan of Dragon Ball Z.&amp;nbsp;I went to bed and passed out. The next morning J-set made bacon and eggs just for him and I. I dropped him of at the restaurant where he is interning at downtown I then get a call from Goldyn Child later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So do I got it still or what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Man you still got it, matter fact you got better kid" I laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I told you I still had it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4135374156241059414?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4135374156241059414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/reunion-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4135374156241059414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4135374156241059414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/reunion-part-2.html' title='The Reunion (part 2)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2DQToeeelA/TfUzuxuJDyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oMCC-wRNkWI/s72-c/SANY0339-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-598457327126579915</id><published>2011-06-13T11:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:28:57.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Startegos'/><title type='text'>The Reunion (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvn3QyHJzYA/TfY1n8cYw_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5RaTZJG8W98/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvn3QyHJzYA/TfY1n8cYw_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5RaTZJG8W98/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Crew reunites!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah bro how you been man? I've been meaning to call you but you know I got caught up since last time we hung out, you still dating Janet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeh, sorta, kinda" replied &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/search?q=Goldyn+child"&gt;Golden Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What the fuck is sorta kinda? you still dating her or not?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Naw man, she was trying to play too many games, I mean you know I like games, but not those games she was trying to play. She was very insecure when I talked to other chicks" Golden Child replied with a chuckle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Child flirting with other chicks in front of his 38 year old girlfriend wasn't a surprised. I had a flashback of the last time we hung out and how she got upset when he was talking to two hotties. It always baffled me why he decided to date her. It's not that she was ugly (she looked kind of like a older version of Scarlett Johansson except darker hair and thicker thighs") its just that the age difference with her being 15 year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Anyway man we gotta hang out tonight what you got going on?" he asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I was thinking about going out with &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/solo-and-natural.html"&gt;J-set &lt;/a&gt;but if you down man it's gonna be like a reunion"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah man The reunion that's whats up, you know &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/ushers-disaster-pt-1.html"&gt;Usher &lt;/a&gt;is living downtown now. so we can pre-drink at his place, actually I'm about 15 minutes from J-sets house I'll call him and try to meet up with him. You need a ride?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Naw I got a car now bro, I'll meet you there, give J-set a call and let me know whats up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Aight cool"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely get excited going out anymore, but the prospect of Usher, J-set, and Golden Child out on the field. I started getting stoked, It was gonna be epic like back in late '09 when we use to go out and tare shit up. I drove home and quickly hopped in the rain-box. I started listening to some tunes an hour or so&amp;nbsp;later, I&amp;nbsp;made my way to J-Sets house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull up the parking lot and there is Golden child waiting, making cocktails in the back of his trunk(ha ha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrO8RQpZxIM/TfOwSh-S3uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9OPINU-1pmg/s1600/SANY0292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrO8RQpZxIM/TfOwSh-S3uI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9OPINU-1pmg/s400/SANY0292.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This foolio had ice and the booze in bags and shoe boxes lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude how long you been waiting?" I asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Not long" he says as he mixing himself a long island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want one?" he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww naw I'm good"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I see J-set and his girl pulling up, they had gone out to a restaurant after almost dating a year I finally get to meet her (although supposedly I was there the night he met her in field but I don't remember cause I was to hammered making out with some broad). Introductions are quickly made, his chick is short as hell. J-set is 6'2 and his girl is 4'10 it was quite an interesting sight. Golden Child is talking his shit like he usually does&amp;nbsp;but I'm&lt;br /&gt;skeptical about his game knowing he has been in a LTR for a awhile, sometimes guys get lazy or lack confidence that they had before the LTR..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So dude you remember how do this shit right?' I asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pffft, I ain't never forgot, I was gaming hot chicks in front of Janet why you think we broke up?" he responds back with a smirk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His smug arrogance was still there, I then knew he was ready, we do some shots of patron, crack some jokes then head downtown to Ushers place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4naXlUezNc/TfOyNHFTjJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/z5gFYGamPJg/s1600/SANY0298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4naXlUezNc/TfOyNHFTjJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/z5gFYGamPJg/s400/SANY0298.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;J-Set Cutting the Limes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We get to the House party and the pad is swanky on some "Mad Men" shit. Usher is playing DJ with the computer and Big screen, people are dressed up fancy. Booze is abundant and there a couple Pretty Young things(PYT)&amp;nbsp; there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPU9yriFld8/TfOyu1Up1CI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iqCO0eNQwxw/s1600/SANY0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPU9yriFld8/TfOyu1Up1CI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iqCO0eNQwxw/s400/SANY0316.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not the best pic but peeps are sitting or standing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I see Usher and make fun of him trying to get buff. He's got a "mini-hawk"and is rocking one of those Ed Hardy shirts that all the buff guys are rocking, he's gotten bigger since winter. I sit down and see they got some patron and goose, I pour me some. There aren't a lot of chicks there the ratio must be 8 dudes to 1 chick. One chick I talk to real quick was there with her man, and&amp;nbsp; actually was flying out to ATL in a couple hours but decided to party beforehand (nice). I then see another chick introduce myself to her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey I'm Solo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hi I'm Miss black"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss black had stunning hazel eyes with long brown hair, she was a stunner, I played it cool. Some fluff talk ensues, nothing fancy, I tell her I'm from New York(bullshit), she happens to be from NY as well. She asked me where I was from I told her (Staten island) she tells me how she moved to the Midwest when she was younger but she still had that NY accent. The whole time I'm talking to her I'm just laid back I don't try to game her per-se, just having a friendly convo and touch her leg every now and then(shes got some nice legs lol). One of the things I'm working on again is to kill outcome dependency so when i talk to chicks now I talk to them like I've already fucked them when in reality I haven't, but it helps me de-pedestalize them mentally.&amp;nbsp;I then bust out my cam, and told her I was photography major and it was one of my major hobbies. We goof around take some flicks and shes into it. I Get her FB, not really trying to go for the number just chilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So are you a student?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah I live downtown"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Aww nice you know usually I go to Lake around her on Sundays"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh my gosh I love the lake" she says and perks up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Do you go running or you just in a bikini lying on the beach" I tease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I lie on the beach" she said laughingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J-set then quips in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Aww Solo runs, and were gonna get you running" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She then whips out her phone and says "We should definitely go to the lake sometime give me your number"&amp;nbsp; I coolly give her my number and then she calls me so I have hers. I walk away, then give J-set "the awwww shit you see that nigga look" J-set tells me to calm down and play it cool. As soon as I leave her the hyenas swarm all around her. I ain't tripping. It's getting late and we gotta go to the clubs. Usher tries to give us the run-around but finally obliges. Golden Child is drunk already (not good) and doesn't wanna leave cause he met a "hot Asian girl". After some convincing&amp;nbsp; he finally comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You guys are messing me up man she was into me" he whines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We get downtown, I make some phone calls letting some other guys know where we headed too. We start walking to one of the hottest clubs in the state. Usher knows the bouncer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yo you got the VIP hook up?" I asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Usher gives me a nod but I'm not convinced we walk in, and there is some Mexican guy at the door and he basically tells us "You gotta pay" it seems Usher's old connects ain't there no more. Golden Child gets pissed and starts causing a ruckus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where the fuck is Steve at this is bullshit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The hostess who is a red head comes around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Golden child we can't get you in for free, look well just charge you $5 dollars and I'll hook you guys up with a round" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What? wheres Steve that's bullshit, you know me better then that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Golden Child I'm not gonna take your shit, either you take it or well gladly escort you out the venue..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsf4_n9hMfc/TfO5YR_stRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/H9Hh2aFwJRM/s1600/SANY0328-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsf4_n9hMfc/TfO5YR_stRI/AAAAAAAAAZg/H9Hh2aFwJRM/s640/SANY0328-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Part 2 coming soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-598457327126579915?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/598457327126579915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/reunion-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/598457327126579915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/598457327126579915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/reunion-part-1.html' title='The Reunion (part 1)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kvn3QyHJzYA/TfY1n8cYw_I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5RaTZJG8W98/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-1627776272450412536</id><published>2011-06-11T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:45:43.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkage night'/><title type='text'>Representing (Linkage!!!)</title><content type='html'>First I wanna apologize to my readers I've been gone for a bit, but don't worry your boy is working hard no matter where he's at, lot of drama, b.s, ego's and of course Epic tales of the field. You might wanna stick around cause its gonna be a hot fucking summer at The Soloist. In the mean time lot of cats are putting in work and writing epic tales themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonkawilly.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/date-2-with-okcupid-girl-2/"&gt;Willy Wonka is making his case for the most improved gamer of the year possibly even MVP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therookiedc.wordpress.com/2011/06/06/out-with-lil-sis/"&gt;The Rookie keeps his cool under pressure &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gameinbk.blogspot.com/2011/06/fucking-anthony-weiner.html"&gt;Game in BK is telling guys to actual keep their "weiners" in their pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_849199404"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisnotimefortheanonymous.blogspot.com/2011/06/dreaming-darkly.html"&gt;Lust In the age of Byrony gets deep and puts the booze down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://supermanpua.blogspot.com/2011/06/gone-for-summer.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheJourneyOfSuperman+%28The+Journey+of+Superman%29"&gt;Superman keeps us updated with his wheareabouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paultheking.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/relationship-toxicity/"&gt;Paul the King fire streak continues with a short but great blog on relationships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestfor50.wordpress.com/2011/06/05/one-night-in-vegas-part-ii/"&gt;Dagonet links up with Gmac and the rookie in Vegas for some adventures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rooshv.com/more-book-reviews-6"&gt;Roosh gets his "read" on &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Blogs I'm reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whiteboykrispy.wordpress.com/2011/06/07/one-of-the-best-negs-ever/"&gt;A  new cat I'm reading Krispy shares how to deliver a "neg"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hokieblogger.com/?p=1199"&gt;Gmac is making waves and got tales on why he be the best new kid in town!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l5ZeuAUT_8/TfOo2A_iMDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/95axPV3aAtk/s1600/SANY0320-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l5ZeuAUT_8/TfOo2A_iMDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/95axPV3aAtk/s400/SANY0320-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Reunion (blog series) coming next week!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-1627776272450412536?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/1627776272450412536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/representing-linkage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1627776272450412536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1627776272450412536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/representing-linkage.html' title='Representing (Linkage!!!)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0l5ZeuAUT_8/TfOo2A_iMDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/95axPV3aAtk/s72-c/SANY0320-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-930785100955724479</id><published>2011-06-08T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:01:47.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BootCamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-improvment'/><title type='text'>Solo 2011 Bootcamp</title><content type='html'>I know, I know I made one last year and I didn't stick to it(epic fail), however things are a bit different. I'm not motivated b&lt;strike&gt;y clubs right now nor chasing poon&lt;/strike&gt;. I'm motivated by getting in shape and being healthy. Its gonna be a tough road but I know I can do it, I've done it before. I'm motivated by the fact that I wanna be the healthy me and fit in them tight ass corduroy jackets again,("YAH BOOOY!"-FLAVOR FLAV!). The bootcamp is simple I already started it(on week 2 currently) and it will be about 9-12 weeks well see how I fair. I'm gonna focus on finances, spiritual and physical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finances-&lt;/b&gt;-focus on getting a concrete budget spend money wisely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spiritual&lt;/b&gt;--start mediating, read the good book and apply myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physically&lt;/b&gt;--run a 5k, and take it one day at a time with eating right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill post as much as I can updating the bootcamp been busy, I'm also going out to some new venues probably will post some write ups, hopefully they will be epic but right now how I feel about the field is like "eeeh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope yall doing better then me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sollie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-930785100955724479?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/930785100955724479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/solo-2011-bootcamp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/930785100955724479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/930785100955724479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/solo-2011-bootcamp.html' title='Solo 2011 Bootcamp'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-5875357164872392656</id><published>2011-06-03T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:22:45.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white guys'/><title type='text'>Skinny white dudes and Fat black chicks</title><content type='html'>I made a post not to long about &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-men-and-fat-white-girlsthe-truth.html"&gt;Black men and fat white chicks&lt;/a&gt;. However I've been noticing as of late our white counterparts are going after bigger sisters as well. I don't mean to put anyone on blast but I know a girl whose dealing with a dude, a "wigger" dressed hood, talks black, acts black, says the N word. The guy doesn't have a job, doesn't drive and smokes weed all day. She let him move in but justified it because she knew him already for "5 years". Today I saw her and she was crying because he can't pass a drug test. The girl is cute even for a bigger girl, if she lost weight, she would easily be a hottie, however because she doesn't wanna put in the work. She settles for whomever gives her attention. This is why its important to be in the gym, this is why I'm in the gym, you have more options when your fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit goes both ways, and that's why I made the blog, if you live in a big city this blog aint nothing new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5875357164872392656?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5875357164872392656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/skinny-white-dudes-and-fat-black-chicks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5875357164872392656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5875357164872392656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/06/skinny-white-dudes-and-fat-black-chicks.html' title='Skinny white dudes and Fat black chicks'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7337711339419384410</id><published>2011-05-30T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T08:00:15.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thristyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thristy dudes'/><title type='text'>Simp</title><content type='html'>Simp as explained by Urbandictinoary (explanation #5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Simp"&gt;A man who obtains sexual relations with women through monetary expenditures rather than using traditional game, charisma, charm and/or character.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Not to long ago My buddies Jumpoff(now Ex-Jumpoff), came home telling a hilarious yet sad story which I had to share with my readers. Basically she was downtown about to meet up with her girls. Some dude asked her, "where you going?", she said Club This, The guy says cool I'm going there too. He walks her to the club, then pays her cover, not only that he buys her a few drink then pays an extra $25 so she can get into&amp;nbsp;VIP all in the hopes of getting some "yap", but there's more&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the night dude spends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;$10 Club Cover for her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 drinks @ 9 bucks so that's 27 (not adding the tip)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VIP for $25&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;So in total he Spend $64 dollars on a girl he didn't know just to have her friend tell him to "fuck off" at the end of the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not only that to add insult to injury she made him drive 30 minutes just for fun that she was gonna fuck him then didn't pick up his call. This is after her friend told him to fuck off (in the passive aggressive way that bitches do it). Capo couldn't believe it and wanted to talk to sucker and "school him on some game" but we all passed out it was a long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the simp was blowing up her phone still trying to meet, some niggas thrityness has no ends and just don't get the hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7337711339419384410?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7337711339419384410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/simp.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7337711339419384410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7337711339419384410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/simp.html' title='Simp'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-9072132762233833660</id><published>2011-05-27T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T16:13:55.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-improvment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KBJ'/><title type='text'>Passion Of Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq81xUT4Gu0/TeAeL-bxmII/AAAAAAAAAZE/3-s3WHWIkGg/s1600/DSCI0722-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq81xUT4Gu0/TeAeL-bxmII/AAAAAAAAAZE/3-s3WHWIkGg/s400/DSCI0722-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo the passionate super saiyan on the field&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a email from a reader asking me how I become successful so fast. Let me first say that everyone's definition of success is different when it comes to their game and what they consider success. Lot of guys think just getting laid with tons of hot chicks is success while some feel being finally able to approach is a success or others think that having balance in your life is success. As I type this I realize my game(with women) is worse now then it was in the first 6 months that I started. How can that be you ask, "I mean Solo haven't you learned a lot in almost 3 years?" sure But I have regressed(yikes after over 2,500 approaches who woulda thunkedit). I could blame it on my life circumstances, my laziness, my finances, or heck even my flakey confidence. However these aren't the reason for my game regression It's lack of &lt;i&gt;passion&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started going out to get this handled I was working 60 hours a week, two jobs one during the day and one overnight. I would go out on either Tuesdays and Sundays, and I would be dog tired. I mean so tired that I didn't wanna go. But I was passionate about getting this handled and with my passion dedication came automatically . I would go out and work and over-analyze all my interactions how I could improve. The game was like a secret, and I was so happy to finally have this secret being revealed to me! I was very passionate to the point that I became obsessed with game. When I first started my "routine"(if you wanna call it that, cause I really didn't have one to be honest)was simply "Open" "demonstrate high value" and then do some "chick crack" then get a number if the vibe was there,nothing fancy. I just wanted to convey to the women I was talking too that I was a cool-fun guy and would improvise as need be, that way it just seemed that I was a "cool guy having crazy fun". One of the guys who I have talked about before inspiring me is&lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=116204&amp;amp;highlight=snowplowman"&gt; Snowplowman&lt;/a&gt;. Anyone who reads his &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=116204&amp;amp;highlight=snowplowman"&gt;FR's&lt;/a&gt; knows how passionate this guy was about approaching and women. I mean the guy would do daygame then nightgame for days on end, I learned a lot from him especially when I became frustrated, frustrated because I would see guys with lack of game or "drunken monkey game" get the chick and I was busting my ass and all I was getting was getting was validation at the most. Seeing Snow put in that work motivated me because I realized while most guys were focused on techniques and lines, he was focused on having a positive mindset when he goes out, and thats all SP's game was. Being dedicated to having a fun passionate experience with whatever girl he met that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly have to be dedicated to the game the problem is most guys aren't. Guys are focused on reading theory on blogs or forums all day instead of&amp;nbsp; hitting the field to test it out. Instead of writing field reports guys are buying the latest ebook or dvd&amp;nbsp; to watch.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing wrong with reading and studying game, however when your not applying the concepts on the field then whats the point of having all this knowledge? I know guys now who theory wise know shit ton more then i do, but experience wise they don't know shit cause they haven't tested it by hitting the field, hence their theory is useless . You have to put in work. Michael Jordan didn't become the greatest basketball player by sitting around watching basketball games all day. He had to hit the court to get better. This game can be brutal its not easy. The best thing you can do is be dedicated to not only improving with women but yourself. Hence these days you will find me in the gym instead of "The field". I can try all the techniques and lines etc but what's the point if I don't feel good about myself physically? The game is all about balance not just with women but also with yourself mentally, financially, spiritually, physically etc. To many guys are just dedicated to the getting chicks aspect of it when they should be dedicated to their improvement of self as a whole, this is what guys like Assanova and &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=16903"&gt;Pook &lt;/a&gt;have been preaching for years, why? because its been proving over and over again that it works, simple as that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6T367hApUQ4/TeAijheMdFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NYRs8rQODFk/s1600/DSCI0850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6T367hApUQ4/TeAijheMdFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/NYRs8rQODFk/s400/DSCI0850.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passion for one girl? please why not two?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-9072132762233833660?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/9072132762233833660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/passion-of-solo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/9072132762233833660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/9072132762233833660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/passion-of-solo.html' title='Passion Of Solo'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oq81xUT4Gu0/TeAeL-bxmII/AAAAAAAAAZE/3-s3WHWIkGg/s72-c/DSCI0722-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6344086530205685205</id><published>2011-05-22T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:32:16.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forums'/><title type='text'>Worst Rejection Ever by Mikey32ct</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd9CmgyEVeI/TIE91D18OgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/83nRlR2p_Zg/s1600/DSCI1654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd9CmgyEVeI/TIE91D18OgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/83nRlR2p_Zg/s400/DSCI1654.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add caption&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is a post by Mikey32Ct on Sosusave in response to a guy posting about his "worst rejection ever"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some nasty rejections and/or bad experiences in this game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I had several girls roll their eyes at me as I approached.  They didn't give me a chance to even open my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I was on a third date.  She start talking to this guy at a bar and then left with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I had a chick dance with me all night at a club, then near closing  time, she approached some random dude, took his hand and said, "Let's  go."  They left together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I've been called gay multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I've had guys hit on me multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  It took me until 28 to finally have sex.  (Yes, it was with a girl, despite the propositions from the other team lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm not here to whine or vent.  I'm here to tell you that this game is  brutal.&lt;/span&gt;  As hard as it is, you have to really really value your  successes when you get them and use them to laugh at the failures.  I  don't care how rare they are.  In my mind, one good lay is worth 50  rejections.  A good make-out is maybe worth 15 lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 brought me to tears that night.  I literally cried when I got home.   It was so humiliating.  But I promised myself I would come back stronger  and redeem myself.  A few months later I pulled an even better looking  girl and had wild sex with her.  When I got her naked, she whispered in  my ear, "Fuck me.  I wanna get railed hard."  For a brief moment, I  remembered the girl involved with the nasty &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;rejection&lt;/span&gt; in #3 and thought to myself, "This one is for you bitch &lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//smile.gif" title="Smilie" /&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So anyway, don't sweat it , Keep trying, no matter how long it takes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-6344086530205685205?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/6344086530205685205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/worst-rejection-ever-by-mikey32ct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6344086530205685205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6344086530205685205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/worst-rejection-ever-by-mikey32ct.html' title='Worst Rejection Ever by Mikey32ct'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd9CmgyEVeI/TIE91D18OgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/83nRlR2p_Zg/s72-c/DSCI1654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-2988033095137489434</id><published>2011-05-08T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:57:52.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-improvment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Return of the Soloist (well sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19EpOh4OCBA/TcbrjiWVQ5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/T-yyIwsMsU4/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19EpOh4OCBA/TcbrjiWVQ5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/T-yyIwsMsU4/s400/020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new game to master&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a break from blogging in April, I was getting tired of writing the same shit &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/fun-sized-blond.html?zx=2adb0e755db73bf0"&gt;over &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-not-player-aka-hipster-brunette.html"&gt;over&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/roofiechick.html"&gt;over&lt;/a&gt; again. I realized I was starting to fall into an old pattern again of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analysis_paralysis"&gt;Analysis paralysis&lt;/a&gt;. Hence I felt my focus needed to spread among other things because their is certain shit in my life right now I needed handled. It doesn't mean I wasn't out on the field or nothing I was and certain situations did happen. After one situation I was just thinking to myself how much lower can shit get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things as a man is to rely on instincts and the ability to trust his own gut instead of over-analyzing. I realized it came down to one thing, as a man right now my self-confidence is lacking because of whats going on with my life(job/car/money etc). Sure my confidence comes out now and then, but the absolute confidence that when I'm in a situation I'm making the right choice and don't second guess myself constantly. Its really hard to be on top your "game" when you wake up every day every day stressing. As a man my focus should always be on improving my situation,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my focus is getting my life back on track and its been my focus for awhile but I really needed to get serious about shit. As I type this right now I just want certain things to happen, quickly. However it's gonna take time and I'm gonna have to be patient. When your desperate or impatient you make foolish decisions, and end up worse of then you were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now not to jinx myself I'm working on a few things. One of the things though I picked up is Tennis, I just started playing, I suck majorly at it but I enjoy it tremendously. It's a great work&amp;nbsp; out and a lot more challenging then it looks on TV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mDSKQkVk21U/TcbvxQWT2bI/AAAAAAAAAZA/anmDmXemfhA/s640/009.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My form is of(I know)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got a lot of respect for people who play this sport. Anyway my "free internet" been cut of as well so my posting is gonna be limited.Althiough I have a few things I wanna talk about and will post those topics when I'm able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Mothers day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-2988033095137489434?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/2988033095137489434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/return-of-soloist-well-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2988033095137489434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2988033095137489434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/05/return-of-soloist-well-sort-of.html' title='Return of the Soloist (well sort of)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19EpOh4OCBA/TcbrjiWVQ5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/T-yyIwsMsU4/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-5367242972017892179</id><published>2011-03-25T01:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:53:34.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>State of the Game Video blog(NSFW)</title><content type='html'>The guy who is recording is underground-hip-hop artist Joe Budden talking to a couple of his friends, if your not up on slang you may wanna have urbandictionary.com while you watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhp6PnLGp4MK4fX640"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhp6PnLGp4MK4fX640" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Women would rather be a made dudes smut then be a regular dudes queen"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down that comment by Joe Budden stuck out to me the most, you wanna know how your game stack up with these broads? or how high your "social value" is. Do a test, find out how many chicks are down to come to your place to smash the first night and find out how many want you to "wine&amp;amp;dine'em".&amp;nbsp; Chicks qualify dudes by his attributes and if she feels your a provider she will try to run you for your wallets i.e. &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/roofiechick.html"&gt;Roofiechick&lt;/a&gt;, if she thinks you high value she will be down for anything(picture a chick telling Jay-z you gonna have to do this to get me, Jiggaman would be like "bitch please" lol) the truth is having money, looking good, high social value, will get you the pick of the litter with women. These blogs about if money, looks, status matter are stupid, and this is why I rarely address it cause these topics been talked about to death(espeically on forums) the question you gotta ask yourself is &lt;b&gt;"Has that shit ever hurt?". &lt;/b&gt;Having gone myself to venues seen athletes having been in clubs with people who had money, status, looks etc. It's ridiculous to see how slutty women act just to get noticed by one of these "ballers". For your favorite Baller it's effortless to get laid, and those are the same women that will expect a guy who doesn't have that to bust his ass just to smash(lol @ balance pussy) and wine an dinem and then your still not guaranteed to pipe her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No over-analyzing needed,&lt;/strike&gt; some say the guy is being a whiny bitch, I think he is a frustrated dude, who realizes how fucked up things are now a days for the average cat who is trying to make it to come up with these broads. I know there lot of bloggers/forum posters/Gamers from the eastcoast(and cats from the west) who say how shit is getting fucked up with the tricking, golddiggers, pretentious attitude, stuck up broads etc. I also know cats who come here from the east-coast to the Midwest love it here because the game is a breeze for them. If you are in reasonable good shape, and make mmh 40-50thousand a year in the midwest were I live, you will get chicks like a rockstar add game to the mix and you will be in the upper echelon getting laid without trying(40 thou won't get you in the lower side of Manhattan though) I'm not saying you have to have these things, I have seen guys get laid for less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is there isn't a lot of guys who are focused on getting this paper or on some shit to expand(black and white just go on POF and look at the male section you'd be shocked how many cats flipping burgers), so that alone makes you sought after.The truth is there was a time when the 9-5 cat, was the sought after dude. However with the decay of society and the "reality star" worship, you have nobodies who now get paid millions for going on TV drunk, fighting, and hooking up with various people (Jersey Shore, The Bachelor, Bad Girls etc) and social network sites who also have fouled a "mini-celebrity" attention whoring behavior i.e facebook, twitter etc. Everyone thinks their a mini-celebrity(heck I confess the narcissist in me has been brought out now thanks to FB) and this has fueled the whole bullshit notion(blame that bullshit radio music as well they playing on the radio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The solution &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s simple, if you see these broads in the club don't sweat'em, qualify your chicks thoroughly and keep it moving. To all rich dudes who fucking these hoes, don't do what Tiger Woods did, these hoes ain't meant to be wifed up, stick to the script (Money over Bitches) to women who smash rich dudes, athletes, movie stars, hope you getting tested, in the words of 2pac "I ain't mad at cha" do you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The Curveball deal with chicks flaking then going on Facebook or Twitter is a real deal, wanna know if a chick is lying? go on her shit and see, I have busted a couple chicks out by this and IMO it's legit. &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-9-flake-commandments-aka-flake-b.html"&gt;The Flaking issue has been discussed to death on my blog, once again &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5367242972017892179?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5367242972017892179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/state-of-game-video-blognsfw.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5367242972017892179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5367242972017892179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/state-of-game-video-blognsfw.html' title='State of the Game Video blog(NSFW)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-5818178016855491082</id><published>2011-03-24T07:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T07:11:02.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KBJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thristy dudes'/><title type='text'>The Story of Chuck (Game Nerds)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This is a true story, the only thing that has changed is the names&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed most guys who study game are still nerds. The funny thing is the game turned me into a nerd , I never was one before, a "Game Nerd". When I first started two and half years ago I was working 60 hours a week, two jobs. My full time job at the time was in sales, but it was slow, so it wasn't hard for me to read 8 hours easily on seduction. I would mostly read field reports or archives in various forums. It got so bad that I got caught by my assistant manager viewing different gaming sites and written up for it (probably one of the reasons I got fired a year later). I met this guy on of those Gaming websites let's call him Chuck. Chuck and I would talk game for hours, we never met up, cause he lived in New York. However Chuck would tell me his theories and success on the field (he was making out with chicks, back then to me that was a big deal). However I should have noticed there was something of about him. For instance once Chuck was on the field talking to me on his phone for about half an hour on theory, and I was like "Why the Fuck aren't you out on the field? why are you talking to me, go get those girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck was very gun ho about the game, and so was I at the time. Eventually Chuck was getting frustrated cause he wasn't getting the success he wanted, my game in the mean time took of. A month later, when i talked to Chuck again, not only was I making out with chicks, but I had a solid team of girls, and was spinning plates banging them while he was trying to get them on dates. His whole demeanor changed as well, he was very confident, and more direct and frankly had this &lt;i&gt;"bitches ain't shit" &lt;/i&gt;attitude. Time passed, I got into a relationship stop talking to him when my girlfriend broke up with me a couple months later, I lost a bit of my edge. Out of all my friends Chuck was my greatest comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chuck always was blunt when it came to women and had no problem saying how it is. However I started to noticed shit, shit I couldn't ignore. For instance Chuck was always talking about "I coulda fucked her but she wasn't hot enough" blah blah. At first I would be skeptical, however pretty soon I let it pass, because Chucks reasons to me were admirable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I coulda fucked her ya know..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"so why didn't you Chuck?"--Solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh you know, she just wasn't hot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No offense Chuck but like dude you haven't smashed anything in what over 6 months?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solo man I told ya I got my standards, I'm not gonna bang a 5 when I get hotter, I won't settle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Aight I respect that"--Solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly I did, the fact that Chuck would stick to his standards garnered him more respect from me, lot of guys I knew even naturals would buckle after a week and find themselves anything to slay, I myself had no problem of going the "slayer" route at times,&amp;nbsp; however&amp;nbsp; it was obvious that Chuck was having issues with his game&lt;b&gt;. One day I was at work and I got 8 minute voice mail from Chuck spewing theory incoherently like a mad man,&lt;/b&gt; just to be clear that I wasn't losing my mind I let some of my co-workers listen to it. The consensus was the same, Chuck wasn't normal. When I first started talking too Chuck he was unemployed, he finally got a great paying job, one of the first things he did was buy "phone consultations" with a famous guru(One that Neil Strauss name dropped in "The Game"). I was disappointed to say the least, why? because It was obvious that all the stuff Chuck had been talking about he didn't believe it himself, in a sense it made him a fraud. On top of that I felt he was getting ripped off paying&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; $1500 bucks for 10 phone calls&lt;/span&gt;(that's $150 a call, a hooker might be even cheaper then that). Chuck would tell me how the conversations were eye-opening, however I felt like he was sliding backwards, for instance Chuck met a hot chick at the mall, he preferred daygame. She worked at a Ruby Tuesday, he tries to mack on her gets shut down and goes there once in awhile to say hi and eat. This the convo that took place shortly after one time he stops to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chuck "So Solo, her birthday is on Thursday and I got her a present"&lt;br /&gt;Solo: aww you what? &lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//confused.gif" title="Confused" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: Yeah man, I went to the store and dropped it off and told her not to open it until her birthday, know what I got her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo: awww a gift card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: Naw man, I got her a graphic novel dude, and it's not a comic if  you know what i mean, its a book &lt;i&gt;about girls sucking cock and riding  dick &lt;/i&gt;and it's written by a girl dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo:&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//eek.gif" title="EEK!" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//confused.gif" title="Confused" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//crackup.gif" title="crack up" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//crackup.gif" title="crack up" /&gt; (I literally laugh out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: yeah man I don't give a Fuck, she reads it she will become hot, and think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo:&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//confused.gif" title="Confused" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Chuck had gone of the deep end, but it wasn't the worst thing that Chuck did. I don't know what the guru was telling him but Chuck's actions started reeking of desperation and creepiness. The final line came when Chuck was in the field and met a married chick form Russia. Chuck made out with her in the club, she was "Chuck's 10". Anyway according to Chuck he dropped her of&amp;nbsp; and her sister and was still making out with her, in the car Chuck is kissing her supposedly and trying to convince her to come home with him so he can bang her. However the chicks husband was up waiting for his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chuck: Solo I'm gonna knock on her door and ask for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo: Chuck are you crazy? she is married let it go dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chuck: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not letting it go, that's my pussy and&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna take it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo: dude she is married, you trying to get fucking killed over some broad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if Chuck ever followed through with it, but he went of the deep end. I do remember leaving him a voice mail and telling him straight up. What he was dong was "weird" and "desperate" and that he knows better after that conversation, and voice-mail I never heard from Chuck again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5818178016855491082?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5818178016855491082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-of-chuck-game-nerds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5818178016855491082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5818178016855491082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-of-chuck-game-nerds.html' title='The Story of Chuck (Game Nerds)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6596259815599753198</id><published>2011-03-21T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:07:26.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A new way of life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/188401_10150124806964095_509039094_6331048_4584315_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/188401_10150124806964095_509039094_6331048_4584315_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capo Saw it all along, as usual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What we need to do is introduce these girls to a new way of life....&lt;/i&gt;"-Capo, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was Capo's favorite saying for awhile, he would always say that, and go on about how you need to show girls something they haven't seen before. When he first said this it was basic, take girls to the clubs, VIP, just show them a fun time etc, do something that they rarely do or haven't done, looking at it now, it's small time really,however we was younger then something changed with Capo's thinking and that line, it evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It evolved From "a new way of life for women" to a "new way of life for me". You See Capo was in a long term relationship were he made a lot of sacrifices. He pushed everything aside to please this girl and make her happy. Spending tons of Time/Money and on top of that he was going to school, not only that but he switched his major from business to psychology just so it would be less of a strain on the relationship. Capo felt like him and this girl would go the distance, they didn't. Once the relationship ended Capo realized what a blessing in disguised that was. Now without that commitment of having a girlfriend he was able to focus more on what he wanted to do and went back to school for business. On top of that he started traveling. You see Capo finally realized after that relationship that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A new way of life starts with me wanting to do the things I haven't done, go places I haven't gone, meet people I haven't met". The relationship he was in stifled him and he wasn't able to move that way. One question I get asked every now and then on dates is,&lt;b&gt; "What are you passionate about?" &lt;/b&gt;I honestly can't answer it at the moment, sure I can give them some bullshit answer about traveling or photography etc, etc. However with my life the way it is these days, what am I passionate about? it's passion for adventure, life, travel, spontaneity, knowledge that should drive men. It's that passion that makes women want to follow us. Women love ambitious passionate men, nothing gets their ginas tingling more then a guy whose focused on something besides the next beer pong game or sitting on his ass playing Witch of Warkraft, this isn't about women, it's about yourself. What drives you?, what new way of life do you envision for yourself? I admit I lost some of my passion with the recent turn of events in my life but seeing my friends fulfill their passion has reignited a fire in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new way of life for me right now is just finding out what I'm passionate about again, and right now that's a good enough start for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-6596259815599753198?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/6596259815599753198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-way-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6596259815599753198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6596259815599753198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-way-of-life.html' title='A new way of life....'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7678477038190809698</id><published>2011-03-18T02:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T02:27:15.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roofiechick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>She Smashed the Homies!</title><content type='html'>I was at my part time job, telling my buddy Ant about what happend with &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/roofiechick.html"&gt;RoofieChick&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dawg she be at Bar A, all the time you probably know her, her name is *Redacted*"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hold up does she have red hair, blah blah blah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was shocked Ant described her to a tee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah" I respond back saying surprised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Man I use to smash that when I was 19, and she was 16, that chick been ran through" Ant started laughing hysterically like the joker in batman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't belive it, I felt embrassed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah man, she be at Bar A all the time, last time I seen her was with her baby daddy, dudes a bum, she was all up on me, man I bet I could still hit. We walked into Majors and my boy was like yo I smashed that, I was like her? maaaaaaaaaaan I smashed that years ago" Ant said laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ironically when I began my story, I told Ant that "man this chick probably been ran through" and who woulda thought that it would be confirmed.&amp;nbsp; When I first started talking to Roofiechick I knew something wasn't right, I shoulda followed my instinct but alas when I started talking to her again I had no prospects and thought to myself she may be an easy smash. Little did I know she would have stipulations and other bullshit. For example you meet a girl and she tells you, you ain't getting ass for three months(Roofie did this, not the first chick to do that nor the last), what that means is shes been "pumped&amp;amp;dumped" more then once and she is tired of it. So to control her "hoeishness" she is trying to make the next guy simp(beta) so she can control the frame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This isn't unusual from hoes or bust downs who are passing their glory days so now their trying to find a simp to take care of them. Finding out what type of girl she is usually doesn't require much thought if you know what to look for. Qualifying is one of the most important aspects of game. If you ask the right question you will know everything about her. I'm a firm believer that women will tell you everything you need to know, but it's up to you to discern what she says cause women speak in "double talk" or indirectly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm tired of guys who wanna see my booty pictures and just wanna see me for my body can't you get to know me for me?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm tired of guys pushing my face in the pillow smacking my ass, and not trying to get to know me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm not coming to no dudes house I'm going on real dates I wanna be treated like I'm suppose too"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm tired of guys just inviting me to their house to fuck, I want more, I feel I deserve more because I have a pussy so I'm special"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must state not every time you talk to a girl it will be "double talk" but if you have talked to as many women as I have. You pick up a certain vibe from them, and their past. It's easy to judge, but sometime its necessary if she is a slut before she met you and wants to straighten up all of a sudden when she is with you, why the sudden change?(she sees you as a provider or "hubby" material)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thing that scares me is, girls who move from out of town, I live in a small town where if you talk to enough people you may find out info on a chick like I did with Roofiechick. Sure my state is big enough were you most likely will not, but if you have a big social circle, date a particular type of chick it's not that hard. I know guys in big towns may think this is impossible but listening to what a chick says, how she says it, and qualfying properly will give you a lot of the answers you want to know. Answers like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Her past relationship"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where she stays"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What she values"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Her passions"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Her regrets, her mistakes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Among other things, if a chick you know smashed the homies, put that rubber on tight and don't wife her up, or better yet do what I did, just walk away and never call her again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7678477038190809698?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7678477038190809698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-smashed-homies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7678477038190809698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7678477038190809698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-smashed-homies.html' title='She Smashed the Homies!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7863538555096506440</id><published>2011-03-14T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:13:44.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>RoofieChick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So do you want me to tell you now or after you had your drink?" she asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I wanna know now" I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I know you use to deal with Chrissy" she said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked at her with a blank stare, the name didn't ring a bell what so ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Chrissy-J" she said again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had flash backs and now I know who she was talking about, some chick I met 5 years ago, we reconnected about 4 months ago, hung out twice, nothing ever came of it, well nothing serious anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It kind of sucks cause like this is the second time this has happened, were I meet a guy but she already talked to him or dated him or whatever, it's a turn of" said Roofie looking at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What she say?" I asked curiously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"She said you were broke, and that you would probably make some lame excuse not to show up, she said that you two went to apple bee's and you acted like you didn't have your wallet, and made her pay"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was silent for a second, it's one thing when your cockblocked on the field but another to be cockblocked by a scorned friend who use to play tonsil hockey with your Johnson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There's two sides to a story, you obviously heard hers" I said, I really didn't want to get into it, the truth of the matter is I didn't give a shit about this Chrissy broad and all her drama but I was curious to know what she said, I mean like Marlo Stansfield form "The Wire" would say "My names in the streets?" If the streets is talking then what are they saying about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well is it true?" Roofie asked skeptically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"First of Chrissy knew I didn't have a job, when I met Chrissy yeah it was a low point financially, it still is, but it's getting better now. She knew that from the jump, and offered to pay....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't care about Roofi knowing about Chrissy, but I did care that Chrissy was lying on me, the salt she was throwing in my game was strong, I'm thinking to myself "damn the fuck I do that bitch?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew the question that was on Roofi's mind, it hung like a dark mist in the air and I knew I would have to answer it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I never fucked her" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks at me then ask "Is it cause she wasn't pretty enough?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to laugh I knew it was a shit test, and a funny one at that(cause Chrissy was a grenade).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I never had too"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said this nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders, I probably could have said something better but talking about a chick who I never smashed, or&amp;nbsp; a chick I much less cared about was a waste of my time, sure she played tonsil hockey with Mr. Peter a couple time but honestly this chick was not a chick I lost sleep over when we stopped talking.&amp;nbsp; I could tell&amp;nbsp; Roofi had her mind made up about the situation, however after I told her I never smashed the date moved forward. We talked about school, what our passions were etc. Roofie is very rough around the edges, feisty chick, a bit hood, bragging about some of her "fights", honestly at one point of the date I thought to myself &lt;i&gt;"There's no sexual attraction, I should probably sexually escalate, but alas why? I"m not even attracted to her cause of her demeanor"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I gotta go to the bathroom" said Roofie hesitantly, but not moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OK why don't you go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I don't want to leave my drink here, you might Roofie it" she said seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first I thought she was joking but she wasn't joking at all and was clutching her drink for dear life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If you feel that way why don't you just take it with you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hell naw I ain't taking my drink..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our server walks by moment later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey you don't mind watching my drink for me while I go to the bathroom do you?" she asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I smile like a buffoon, the reality of the situation hadn't set in, I felt like I was Seth Rogen in "Knocked UP" the scene when Katherine Hiegel and him are at dinner and she tells him she is pregnant and he tries to convince her she aint cause he's in denial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sure I watch it" said the waiter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She gets up and leave, the waiter though thank God doesn't stay and keeps it moving to do his job. At that moment I'm thinking, "this bitch probably is running to her car dipping out" I knew for a fact that's what I would have done had I had my vehicle. Honestly the embarrassment and disrespect didn't set in. Maybe because it hadn't full registered yet that I was on a date with a chick who had obvious issues leaving her drink at the table, maybe she's been roofied before? This is one of the few times were my ego happened to be removed from the situation, or maybe it was my balls being turned inside out. She gets back, however that isn't what was the final straw, the final straw was this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So were you wanna go now" she asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why not downtown?" I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh no I hate going downtown, I hate huge crowds, I also get people stepping on my feet and into fights"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The places I go to fights rarely happen?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh what the like white places?"(funny cause she is white)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"mmh I know some black spots that are chill"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't really wanna go downtown with her, I just wanted to go downtown period. We get in her van, and I'm literally thinking to myself "Da fuck was I thinking going out on a date with this bitch?" I was pissed, what a waste of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day I was at work and I get a message from her and I quote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thanks again for last night :) I really enjoyed myself. Hope ur having a good day at work"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never responded, didn't have a reason too, on to the next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7863538555096506440?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7863538555096506440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/roofiechick.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7863538555096506440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7863538555096506440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/roofiechick.html' title='RoofieChick'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-1313524689732649567</id><published>2011-03-11T20:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:07:23.334-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field reports'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zi6z1u3opgU" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Da fuck you gonna do? cry cause you ain't rich? pussy out cause you got fat? boo hoo, give me a fucking break, once you get into this shit, there's no getting out you fucking hear me? you fucking hear me? no getting out, you either lay down like a bitch or rise like a King, now what the fuck are you gonna do?"--- The logical Pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6-SXlp8e23I/TXrTdbaCZVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VnX1yIeKoig/s1600/009-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6-SXlp8e23I/TXrTdbaCZVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VnX1yIeKoig/s400/009-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Conversation"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-1313524689732649567?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/1313524689732649567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1313524689732649567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1313524689732649567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!!!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zi6z1u3opgU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-3836053662102970542</id><published>2011-03-06T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:40:50.620-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>18+ Clubs Is still where it's at!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/18-clubs-is-where-its.html"&gt;Previously On The Soloist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man I hope there some hot black women there, I wanna be in a corner with one with a big booty" Said my buddy Elvis. I nicknamed him "Bosnian Elvis" cause he's go the same crazy 50's hairstyle that Elvis Presley had, except he is Bosnian. I smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude you know I love black women man, their hot and got the big booty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know bruh" I reply back with a huge grin on my face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude you gonna have to show me where to park cause usually I park at the $7 spot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"$7 bucks? man fuck that, I got you on the $3.50 spot" I reply back, as I take a little swig of my "elixir"(Hen and Coke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shortly after we Park at the spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I can't believe I've been paying double when this shit was just one building down" Elvis said Shaking his head in disbelief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude you how old? 25? and you ain't know? man I've been doing this too long, when you know a lot of people you know where the deals are and stuff like that, on top of that were only a 3 minute walk away from the club"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We get out the car as soon as we do, a car with some cute chicks drive pass us. The girls start wooing and making a bunch of noise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I wonder where their going"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Same spot were we going fam, they'll be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We get inside the club and it's already starting to pop off a bit, Elvis and I had to piss so we went upstairs. The sinks to wash your hands are unisex so when we get out there are three chicks and they all start "wooing"(same chicks? can't be), I&amp;nbsp; know the "wooing"&amp;nbsp; wasn't cause of me, Elvis was loving the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How yall gonna woo at us but not say yall names?" I ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all introduce themselves. One was blond who looked like she could be Kathleen Hagel's younger sister not as hot but still smash-able, the other ones I don't remember and the far right one was Asian. It's just small talk being made then The Hagel look a like asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We need some drinks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't we all" I reply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Come on let's go" says Elvis tapping me, we leave the chicks there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"See that's that bullshit, we ain't even here 5 minutes and these broads already trying to get us to trick"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We go downstairs and set up shop, I however go to the bar to grab something to drink. Elvis never drinks, that's why I love rolling with him, no worries about DWI or none of that shit. The bartender saying she doesn't have Hennessy in stock and has to get some (what the fuck type of club doesn't have Hennessy on deck? blah that's right it's 18+ they drink kool aid). I wait for three minutes then go upstairs, the bar tender named Keith hooks me up with a "Kamikaze". I see Elvis standing by some chicks. He wants me to dance with them and open the blond. I was pussing out, just when I was about to make my move she moves with her friends deeper into the dancefloor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Solo their just girls" I tell my self, "what the fuck"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I start dancing to the side and Elvis creeps to his target from behind. I see the girl making the "eww" face at me. I don't miss a beat and crank my dancing up a bit. Next thing you know Elvis is freaking his chick from the front while she is grinding me from the back. I start to do an "old school" move which I hadn't done in ages. I pull out my credit card and start brushing peoples shoulders of as I'm dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;College Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point my buzz is in full effect. The club is split level so I'm just walking upstairs. I see this beautiful blond, I don't remember what I said I do know it was a situation opener, but it came of so smooth that as soon as I said it she was hooked, as I type this I wish I remember what I said. We just made small talk her name is Christina, and she went to one of the big schools in the city. She was there with one of her friends, I shake her friends hand. Her friend ended up leaving but Christina stayed to talk to me, I'm thinking to my fucking self, high interest &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"It's on"&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We are just fluffing, I compliment her on her dress and I twirl her around Mystery style (unlike Mystery though I'm looking to peep her ass and not doing it for show) Elvis finds me and just watches me work, I literally "Overgame". I have a&amp;nbsp; tendency to do that a lot but its a way of gauging if the girl is interested, and a way of qualifying to see if she can handle my personality(my own shit test, ha). When I "overgame" I have two ways of doing so, one is too overgame by fucking up on purpose or to overgame to be flashy, playerish etc.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes when you come of to smooth it's obvious to a girl what it is. With her I'm fucking up a bit on purpose. We dance a bit, and I'm holding her waist then touching her hand, she reciprocates. I number close knowing her friends would be back soon and may cockblock we kiss each other on the cheek goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dude she was totally into you" Said Elvis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lady In Red&amp;amp;Dubai Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We go downstairs and there two chicks messing around with a digital camera walking by us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hold up how yall gonna walk by with the cam and not take a picture with us?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girl in red was holding the cam, I honestly didn't even noticed her friend. They laugh, and I fluff with them for a bit we flick it up and Elvis adds Lady in Red to his facebook. I can tell she isn't feeling me it's cool later on we run into them again. Some grease ball was trying to talk to them and I just blow him out with one word "Wooo" The girls see me and start laughing, I put my arms over both their shoulders and get the talking. I then talk to her friend in blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So you from around here?" I ask&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No I'm original from Dubai"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I stop for a second, and now I'm getting a full look at her and I shit you not this girl is banging, blue dress, beautiful smile, the girl is gorgeous, How the fuck didn't I noticed this before? the booze must be real desensitizing, or maybe it's the fact when I approach I try not to think with my pecker. I ramp it up a bit and tell her where I'm from originally, we fluff for a bit and shes smiling and digging me but Lady In Red whisked her away before I could go for the kill, lameeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude where you know them from?" asked Elvis after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't, I just met them tonight"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"oh really? dude Extreme confidence I love that shit man" said Elvis grinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't help but smile, to Elvis it looked like I've known these chicks for years, even though I just met them and literally opened them up, is it possible that there still flashes of the old solo left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Blond Bombshell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Elvis and I are downstairs. I see this hot blond who I danced with a bit earlier. I just go up from behind and we start dancing. Elvis is dancing with her thicker friend but he is clearly trying to switch. Awww I don't think so homie. The girl is just grinding and I seriously can't keep up, halfway through the first song my legs just give out and I'm moving like Brett Favre on the dancefloor(shit happens after being on your feet all day) luckily there was a mini stand behind me, so I just put my hands on there for support and grinding the heck out of her ass. I guess I'm getting old, and I know it killed the vibe cause she moved away from me a bit but she would come back. I saw Elvis dancing with his chick just cheesing(smiling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Solo look" he says with his hands all over her tits smiling, she was helping him out and making sure he had a firm grip on them (niceeeeeeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F57ogeurIf0/TWlBR7VLgxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JTTEXgoJKQI/s1600/dancejordandance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F57ogeurIf0/TWlBR7VLgxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JTTEXgoJKQI/s400/dancejordandance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even MJ needs to support himself grinding, but He is a boss peep the hand on the cigar(niceeee)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here's something odd, the chick I was dancing with literally let me touch her everywhere as well but she wouldn't let me hold her hand, this to me is a huge flag, physical compliance lets me know were I'm at in the interaction So while I can rub her up and down, her not giving me her hand is a sign of disinterest. I'm just trying to hold on and dance and next thing I know three hot chicks just start dancing 2 feet away from me. I had to crank it up with the dancing, trying to talk to her is impossible because its so loud . Eventually the Blond and her friends ended up leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"dude my chick was all over me, she put my hands in her pussy for me to finger her, and her&amp;nbsp; friend (not the one I'm dancing with)is looking at me like I'm some perv" said Elvis I couldn't help but laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later on we saw them waiting for a cab, but Elvis didn't wanna say nothing to his chick and my chick was acting "brand new" it's cool it is what it is no need to trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hungarian chick and her Weirdo blond Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your probably thinking what the fuck is up with Solo and blonds, does he have a blond fetish?. I'm in the midwest so blonds is all I see. Elvis opens these chick up, the one he is talking to is banging. I talk to the friend a bit but she is being a douche or better yet a weirdo. I show the Hungarian the "Secret Society handshake" I haven't done this shit in so long. Weirdo Blond gets jealous so I teach her as well. Elvis and the Hungarian are just hitting it of but Werido blond is cockblocking cause she likes Elvis too and not feeling me. I see this dynamic and engage her trying to buy Elvis enough time to get the digits, he does. Later on we saw them again and Elvis was dancing with the Hungarian for damn near half an hour. The Weirdo blond was doing this weird shit with her hands(trying to pop lock) and me and her had a somewhat of dance of. The bitch kept tapping my cheek. Weirdo chick trying to see a nigga catch a case, naw I'm good I Know better, I saw this Persian couple, immaculately dressed. I open them come to find out the guy is a club owner to one of the hottest clubs in the city. He gives me his card and tells me to call him and hell give me a good deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Elvis Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elvis and I are in the car I'm stoked as fuck. He is paying the $3.50 and the toll both lady is flat out macking on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Your car is nice and your cute"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Thank you" says Elvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Do you come here a lot if not&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you should"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The chick was hitting on him straight up and she must have been in her mid thrities. All in all It was a fun night. Tons of hot chicks and I had a blast. I can honestly say it was just fun, there was so much that happened honestly I don't remember it all but I do remember having a great time. To anyone saying 18+ is hard place to game chicks and all other stuff, that's bullshit these chicks half the time don't have an attitude if they do its just that "group theory" shit. Their friendlier just looking to have fun, none of this "posting around" shit, not jaded and hot hot hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEbEaI_RZlk/TWgykTyMWyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8uPWTl2a2t0/s1600/Edited.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEbEaI_RZlk/TWgykTyMWyI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/8uPWTl2a2t0/s400/Edited.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elvis, Lady in Red, some black guy and Dubai&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-3836053662102970542?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/3836053662102970542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/18-clubs-is-still-where-its-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3836053662102970542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3836053662102970542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/03/18-clubs-is-still-where-its-at.html' title='18+ Clubs Is still where it&apos;s at!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F57ogeurIf0/TWlBR7VLgxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/JTTEXgoJKQI/s72-c/dancejordandance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-5598443165049984062</id><published>2011-02-28T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T07:59:00.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mo-D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GuestBlog'/><title type='text'>Why Do Men Hog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why do Men Hog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Special Guest Post by Mo-D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the answers lie in men not holding men accountable for  their actions.&amp;nbsp; Little children on the play lot know and practice this  time honored tradition its called many different names i.e "the dozens",  "cappi", "dissin" or getting "cracked on".&amp;nbsp; It was time honored and it  worked. You went to school bummy or smelly and got cracked on in front  of your classmates you did not do it again.&amp;nbsp; As adults we have some how  lost the taste for cutting someone up who needs it.&amp;nbsp; We have embraced a  level of political correctness that has choked the manhood out of us. &lt;b&gt;A  very wise man taught that men sharpen men like steel sharpens steel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; To  summarize why this phenomenon continues to thrive in this day and age we  need look no further then ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We have politically corrected  ourselves into a place of blase pacification and we are now the enablers  to the continuation of this foolish behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;To all men who love big girls bless you hearts there is no shame in  loving the full figure.&amp;nbsp; Stand up and shout it from the mountain top, "I  love the full figure".&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;post is for all the men who target  big&amp;nbsp;girls&amp;nbsp;not out of a conscious choice but&amp;nbsp;because they are&amp;nbsp;thought of  as an easy lay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There are all kinds of rationales that have sprung&amp;nbsp;up  to explain this behavior, from men are like lightning always taking the  path of least resistance to more colorful ones that relate to&amp;nbsp;men  wanting to find a younger version of there mother's current body type.&amp;nbsp; I  am here to give one mans opinion on the matter.&amp;nbsp; The phenomenon&amp;nbsp;of  hogging as practiced today centers on one key&amp;nbsp;point disposability.&amp;nbsp; Yes I  said disposablity(the ability to throw away with little to no cost to  you).&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp;woman that is fine knows it, she has been told that a million  times by a thousand different men.&amp;nbsp; So now the stakes are raised to talk  to shorty bang bang, she knows she can hear what&amp;nbsp;ever you got&amp;nbsp;to  say&amp;nbsp;from any&amp;nbsp;of the aforementioned one thousand dudes.&amp;nbsp; Now to set  yourself apart you gotta pay.&amp;nbsp; Now we are at a fork in the road to the  left dudes that are broke and can't afford to step up to the plate,  those guys i will give a pass to in this blog.&amp;nbsp; To the right are dudes  that have a little paper and can afford to pay to play but&amp;nbsp;always seem  to be&amp;nbsp;in the hog pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mo-D is a mentor/father/friend/business man/hustler/ and aspiring "Talent Scout"(use your imagination)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5598443165049984062?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5598443165049984062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-do-men-hog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5598443165049984062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5598443165049984062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-do-men-hog.html' title='Why Do Men Hog'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6360446842066376601</id><published>2011-02-26T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:18:06.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>How to not take a pic aka Still not a Player part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-not-player-aka-hipster-brunette.html"&gt;Well I guess I wasn't the only who got caught up. I can't knock dude, in my defense at least I got to smash lol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyOTg3Nzk3MTg2ODYmcHQ9MTI5ODc3OTcyMTYyNiZwPTEyNTg*MTEmZD1BQkNOZXdzX1NGUF9Mb2NrZV9FbWJlZCZn/PTImbz1jOWJlMWNkNjYyNTU*ZDUzYTI4YmI4MDk5ZjhjNzdlYiZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,124,0" height="278" id="ABCESNWID" width="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://abcnews.go.com/assets/player/walt2.6/flash/SFP_Walt_2_65.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="configUrl=http://abcnews.go.com/video/sfp/embedPlayerConfig&amp;amp;configId=406732&amp;amp;clipId=12882315&amp;amp;showId=12882315&amp;amp;gig_lt=1298779718686&amp;amp;gig_pt=1298779721626&amp;amp;gig_g=2" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://abcnews.go.com/assets/player/walt2.6/flash/SFP_Walt_2_65.swf" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" allowNetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="344" height="278" flashvars="configUrl=http://abcnews.go.com/video/sfp/embedPlayerConfig&amp;amp;configId=406732&amp;amp;clipId=12882315&amp;amp;showId=12882315&amp;amp;gig_lt=1298779718686&amp;amp;gig_pt=1298779721626&amp;amp;gig_g=2" name="ABCESNWID"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucked up part was, this dude has bread before becoming a senator, to lose your job over this, well damn and his wifey isn't that bad either. It's one thing to lose a broad over a pic but to lose the prestige and a good ass paying job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else find it fishy how the broad sold him out so quick and he resigned faster then Barry Allen putting his red suite on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-6360446842066376601?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/6360446842066376601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-not-take-pic-aka-still-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6360446842066376601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6360446842066376601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-not-take-pic-aka-still-not.html' title='How to not take a pic aka Still not a Player part 2'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-3941561884097724408</id><published>2011-02-24T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T01:22:59.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scaricty mindset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowplowman'/><title type='text'>Scarcity Vs Abundance (by Guest Blogger Distant Light)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="mailContent"&gt;&lt;div class="undoreset clearfix" id="message1436015573" role="main" style="overflow: visible; visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scarcity Vs Abundance &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Distant Light aka Snowplow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1880773262"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_TROnznPfk/TWUG5_iatRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/j1duaNqga74/s1600/guy+surrounded.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_TROnznPfk/TWUG5_iatRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/j1duaNqga74/s1600/guy+surrounded.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Women are everywhere&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never notice this but most men come from a  place of scarcity. They fail to realize that being indifferent and  coming from a place of abundance will set them free making their life  much easier. I'm a fan of truth/knowledge based on first hand experience so just  ponder and explore for yourself. To change the needy mindsets,you have to realize everyday thousands of younger, hotter, cooler  women turning 18/21. Women aren't going anywhere EVER, there is always  more. Look at college enrollment each year, think back to the 70s and  80s there were women then and women now. Even if you waited it out for  10 years there would still be women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That alone should let you understand that&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; You don't need any specific girl&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; This isn't the last girl you'll ever talk to (or have sex with)&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter if something ends, there are thousands of other opportunities&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; You aren't missing out on anything by not getting a specific girl  because there are millions of potential amazing women you haven't met  yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gaining &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298465244_0"&gt;Abundance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Realizing you have the ability to COLD APPROACH which means you can  potentially meet every woman that comes into your presence so longs you  go up to her&lt;br /&gt;2. "Planting seeds" which basically means interacting with a vast amount  of women at once. When your interacting with so many women you'll  realize you need time management. No specific girl plays a significant  role.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Many sexual relationships where your "on call"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always bring this up because imagine a guy coming from scarcity and  a guy coming from abundance. Each day some dude with a regular job and  school has 12 chicks constantly texting him to come over. &lt;br /&gt;He already has no time to see them all, if he saw a potential 13th  girl he doesn't really care how it goes and his intention of meeting his  13th girl isn't just because she's hot. A more well known perspective  that produces indifference is guys in "exclusive" relationships. Only  reason why they're more attractive is because there not coming from a  place of scarcity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from scarcity is like being homeless and trying to interact  with billionaires, its obvious what you want and what you lack. There  are so much things a man wouldn't do if he was coming from a place of  "My 30k a year supports my ideal life, I don't need more". Dude who has 30 women always wanting to hookup. He's treating all women the same, if you had 30 more or less &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298465244_1" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;attractive women&lt;/span&gt;,  you wouldn't bother rating whether one was a 7.25 or a 7.75. If you  entered a venue an some ugly girl chats you up, you wouldn't blow her off  because your not even coming from this "I gotta get girls" intention, if  she's cool you'll chat for a bit. He could careless if he gets her or lose her. Think of top modeling  agencies how many women at a casting call. &lt;b&gt;The agency could care less if  they reject a girl because this isn't the only hot potential model.  Most men act like the woman in that moment is the last girl on the  island, if he doesn't get her there won't be another one. This is why  many men jump into relationships fast and spend there whole time TRYING  NOT TO LOSE HER. The worst is dudes already DTF just based of  looking at a chick. He's all in before he even spoke to her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When you truly have abundance you stop caring about the interaction  and could careless about the interaction going further. Things no longer  become your problem as you see it as their issue. I personally just  express myself letting the chips fall where they may because I LOVE ME. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I refuse&lt;/span&gt; to calibrate to some random chick just so I can fuck her, if  she isn't attracted to who I am then it isn't worth it. At the same time  if I am bringing her into my life she must meet my criteria. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Selecting a  31st chick isn't an easy selection&lt;/span&gt;. Her being hot doesn't cut it she  has to rock my world in order to be added on or replace another chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall what we fail to realize is that indirectly we have abundance  just off of interacting with many women at once. Even if all you could  do is walk up and get blown out you still have abundance because you can  choose to approach 1,000,000 women just off knowing you could cold  approach.&lt;/b&gt; The rate of new women turning 18/21 is too fast so you could  never catch up. Ego/fear/beliefs causes us to miss this understanding because were so  caught up in the small picture drama between you and a specific girl.  We never pull the scale back and notice its like those "reality shows"  where women compete for the man. Indirectly every girl you approach is  competing with all other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Look attractive in hopes of getting your attention&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Try to win you over both subtly and obviously&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Hopes to take you home instead of the other chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks spend there whole life trying to attract men, just look at  fashion, beauty, plastic surgery, nightclubs, etc. We men are just too  unaware to realize were born into abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Distant Light is a socialite seducer who is affiliated with the RSD New York crew, his escapades can be found in his &lt;a href="http://www.rsdnation.com/node/152840"&gt;journal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-3941561884097724408?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/3941561884097724408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/scarcity-vs-abundance-by-guest-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3941561884097724408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3941561884097724408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/scarcity-vs-abundance-by-guest-blogger.html' title='Scarcity Vs Abundance (by Guest Blogger Distant Light)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_TROnznPfk/TWUG5_iatRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/j1duaNqga74/s72-c/guy+surrounded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-665878343094441157</id><published>2011-02-17T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:12:08.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Tom Brady&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>Still not a Player aka Hipster Brunette  (A story on how I messed up royally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvcE1WS2PII/Tj30bRj1r9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/6fxFidCQo7k/s1600/oxmibc552m_128076090-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvcE1WS2PII/Tj30bRj1r9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/6fxFidCQo7k/s1600/oxmibc552m_128076090-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Brunette hit me up on OKCupid. I forgot I even had a profile on there, she looked cute, gorgeous face, and decent body (she was tall more voluptuous/curvy). We eventually exchange numbers, and text daily. I'm just being cocky&amp;amp;funny(is there another word for this? I'm trying to rid myself of community lingo) I was trying to get her to go out on Friday on a party bus but no go. So saturday rolls around her and her friend were gonna go downtown, I already was meeting up with mine so I told her to meet us. However before all that I was being coached by J-set on what to text. It's all basic crap but he does it effortlessly. I though about posting it but it would take me hours. Basically the whole mind-frame is to be indifferent and nonchalant whether she wanted to come or not, of course she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were at the club and she shows up with her friend. It was a tad awkward at first, I think it was just the fact that we didn't know each other. However, after a few shots and some grinding on the dance floor I had shorty open. One thing led to another and we started making out. The weird part was her friend came up and said &lt;b&gt;"Are you gonna tap that ass?"&lt;/b&gt;. The way she said it, I knew she wasn't joking but like dead serious. I kind of just laughed it off. She ended up leaving early that night cause her friend had to many shots and wasn't feeling that well. I went home and she was drunk dialing me saying that&amp;nbsp; "wasn't gonna put out" blah blah. I then knew that I had her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Sunday) rolls around, and she comes to hang out with me. We watch a movie, I play it cool initially not trying to come of to strong. We start making out, and well, one thing leads to another and it ends up in my bedroom. After we were done she was laying in bed exhausted and tired, she had her belly on the bed so her ass was facing the air. It looked so beautiful, I took the Cam phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"SNAP"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my gosh, what you do? delete it" yup, I forgot to turn of the sound, and sure enough it creep'd her out. The next day is V-day and I send her a text saying "Happy V day, hope you slept well" no response all day. At this stage I know I should fall back, however It being a holiday and text messages getting lost I ring her. She replies back with a text 5 minutes later saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm out to dinner with my girlfriend, I'll call you later"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She never calls(surprise, surprise)were suppose to hang out on Tuesday and now I know she is gonna flake and I know why.&lt;b&gt; I creeped her out with the Cam move, a greedy dumb rookie mistake and now she&amp;nbsp; probably has buyers remorse on the smash(even though I knocked her lights out).&lt;/b&gt; Tuesday rolls around and sure enough I call her at night and she hits me up with the text ("I'm to tired blah blah").&amp;nbsp; No counter offer well you know the rest. I know cats wondering "Solo why you call her again?" two words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/drought.html"&gt;Tom Brady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking my head right now as I type, PaulTheKing/Assanova/Rookie Have fun breaking this one down, Epic fail on my part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_W_TGsYjBXg/TV3LPJenTDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8eSyXjX_9YE/s1600/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_W_TGsYjBXg/TV3LPJenTDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8eSyXjX_9YE/s400/untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like you know better but you still fucked up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-665878343094441157?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/665878343094441157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-not-player-aka-hipster-brunette.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/665878343094441157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/665878343094441157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-not-player-aka-hipster-brunette.html' title='Still not a Player aka Hipster Brunette  (A story on how I messed up royally)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvcE1WS2PII/Tj30bRj1r9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/6fxFidCQo7k/s72-c/oxmibc552m_128076090-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-2927188686585687707</id><published>2011-02-15T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:26:09.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men'/><title type='text'>Approaching Black Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WST_Tckti1w/TVqkNEWF6LI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uzlH5U8nQzM/s1600/101_0256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WST_Tckti1w/TVqkNEWF6LI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uzlH5U8nQzM/s400/101_0256.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Anyomous reader of "The Soloist" left this quote in the comment section on the &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-2.html"&gt;previous blog post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The big thing I need to work on, is not taking rejection personally, you  have to laugh it off and move on. Not always easy to do though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The  other thing I have noticed based on reading field reports is how few  guys in the community seem to ever approach black girls. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;This question is easy to answer, first of the community is mostly white and Asian. It's not that guys don't approach black chicks but it's very far and few between. I think it was Roosh who made a post last year that showed a break down of different races and that black women were the least desired. There is a stereotype that lot of black women have attitude and are "ghetto". That black women are more masculine and aren't as attractive as other women. Everyone has their preference, I know some of my natural buddies who are white who approach black chicks all the time. I even have posted &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/solo-and-natural.html"&gt;videos of this&lt;/a&gt;, it's not that they don't like white chicks, these guys love women of all races period.&amp;nbsp; The thing with black women is that dominance and assertiveness are needed(in essence you have to be "The alpha of alpha's"). The biggest mistake a lot of (black) men make when they approach is the whole &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-2.html"&gt;"yo yo yo" &lt;/a&gt;approach. This may work with a &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-2.html"&gt;"yo yo yo" &lt;/a&gt;type chick or hoodrat but with a women of self-respect, It won't.&amp;nbsp; Let me just make this clear approaching a black women isn't any different then approaching other women. The biggest obstacle with some is their bitch shield. Unlike other chicks it can be harsher and you can be blown out to a point where your like damn. I remember the story a buddy once told of his friend, it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"So He saw this fine sister(black women), and she was about 10 feet away from him. He walks over there, as soon as she saw him come within 4 feet. she made this shoo, shoo motion with her hand to not even approach her He was crushed and after that didn't approach a black women for a long, long time"&lt;/blockquote&gt;A lot of black women are very stand offish when you approach them especially in a night club. This is a shit test in itself. The best thing to do is not to react when you get that attitude, a year ago I approached a girl at the bar for some contest I was doing against a buddy for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey how you doing tonight, my buddies and I are doing a contest blah blah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black chick doesn't even look my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mmh you ever heard of facebook?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still silent but now acting stand-offish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Are you even from this earth?" I said angrily without thinking and walked away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see I was totally reactive and now a days I would do the approach different. The truth is the girl being silent was a shit test, sure she wasn't feeling me but I had I not reacted like that, the approach could have gone a completely different way. I've seen guys get blown out with girl making weird faces. A natural buddy of mine said "when a girl makes a that ewww get away from me face, make it right back in a fun way" and you know what it works.&amp;nbsp; I saw him use it plenty of times to a point were the chick looked disgusted to the chick apologizing and qualifying herself. This is something that guys who are good with women do, they don't buy into their frame. I think Young Beezy from sosuave said it best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The only way to escape this is not reacting (not investing) in any frame  that you don't want to be apart of. Use your investments as a reward  system.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I approach a chick I screen her, and peep her body language if it's stand-offish or "don't approach me" I won't. I don't see the reason of approaching a chick when just from her body language(facial expression, vibe etc) alone I can tell I'm gonna get blown out. Although that doesn't mean I won't put myself in a position to see if there is an opening, because to not approach is an excuse in itself. The truth is a lot of black women are more aware of game then most other women. This is the reason why they have "stand offishness" attitude, is to test you, and see how truly alpha you really are. &lt;b&gt;The best approach for me has always been being sincere and not trying to run any "game" because they see through it.&lt;/b&gt; If&amp;nbsp; she doesn't reciprocate I keep it moving. If she acts like a bitch about it I just smile and laugh and walk away. She just had the chance to be with a dude who could have changed her life and she didn't recognize him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HER LOSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-2927188686585687707?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/2927188686585687707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/approaching-black-women.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2927188686585687707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2927188686585687707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/approaching-black-women.html' title='Approaching Black Women'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WST_Tckti1w/TVqkNEWF6LI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uzlH5U8nQzM/s72-c/101_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4990347375763660135</id><published>2011-02-14T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:40:50.058-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>The Blond Bombshell (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://toronto.beforelastcall.com/_Global/img/gallery/Jan10-09-Courthouse_3499/38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://toronto.beforelastcall.com/_Global/img/gallery/Jan10-09-Courthouse_3499/38.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;5,4,3,2,1 *BOOM*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;u&gt; http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-1.html&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about the issues that many minorities face when trying to approach white women. When I first started gaming It's like my mind went in "reset" mode. The best way to explain it is, that I basically took everything I knew about game and women and put it to the back of my mind and started fresh with game material. All my limited beliefs, my insecurities, my past, my ego. I had to put it back in my mind.&amp;nbsp;It's not an easy thing to do, because at that the time I was at a complete different head-space and also point in life. However for me to grow I needed to be open minded and "try" something new, I was a bit naive, it's not that I didn't get chicks before but I was so enthused about "The Game" that I literally put everything I knew already about women aside, when most of it I already have seen with my own eyes with the naturals I use to roll with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hit the field like a daredevil, and although I was raw (shitloads of confidence, could open but no midgame and closing) I still didn't have polish. Let me explain, genuine, real confidence the "I'm the shit" but not having to say but exude it through your body language is priceless and women notice this consciously and sub-consciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mindset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind went into "reset" mode I would literally approach chicks, and just come of as the entertainer or fun guy. A lot of the earlier stuff I did was just field testing a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=116204&amp;amp;page=13"&gt;Snowplow's stuff &lt;/a&gt;to be honest I was on the verge of frustration because the first 3 months I was busting my ass with no results of getting some action. I would hit the field with my Caucasian counterparts and I wanted to use the excuse "well its cause I'm black blah blah" but then I read this quote by Senor Fingers(who wrote "Weapons of Mass Seduction" and also was the founder of the now defunct. NextLevelgame.net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Race doesn't matter as long as your comfortable with yourself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;As soon as I read that I instantly took that "negative belief " out of my mind.&amp;nbsp; The reason why I'm talking about this first is because &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/postive-mindset.html"&gt;your mind influences you&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Having a belief in yourself that you are worthy and enough is powerful, but most importantly not caring about the outcome of an interaction, because either way you win, if you get the girl great, if not you still gain experience on how to improve. That means approaching women of various races and me assuming they were already attracted to me and not worrying about race. Now I know what your thinking, "Wait in part one Solo you said it mattered to certain girls now your saying it doesn't?" No what I'm saying is that I didn't let that hold me back as an excuse for me to stop going after women I wanted. You see if I got dissed for whatever reasons, I literally would walk away and forget about it in minutes. I was so focused back then that few things could fuck with my frame of mind. &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/postive-mindset.html"&gt;Positive mindset&lt;/a&gt; and supreme confidence really go along way. you gotta understand that, if you approach a girl and she doesn't like the way you look, dress, talk, move, your race etc. That's on her, but if you don't LOVE yourself,&amp;nbsp; then your already defeated before you even approach her. My frame literally was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I'm the hottest guy in the bar, nobodies fucking with me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do you get to that point? besides believing the part, I also had to "dress" it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MrGQ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/The%20years/macky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/The%20years/macky.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the Makeover&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before the community I knew how to dress well or so I thought, the guys that I hung out with were great dressers, from Capo to some of the natural guys I hit the field with. The reason why I started dressing well wasn't because of women (well that's b.s.) but I genuinely wanted to look and FEEL great when I went out. To me dressing well is part of that. On top of that the town I live in has a super strict dress code, and racially profiled if you dressed a certain way. This&amp;nbsp; is one of the reasons you don't see a lot of black men in certain bars cause the dress code is to strict and it's one way to keep the "riff raff" out in nicer venues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/The%20Years%20Part%202/loco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/The%20Years%20Part%202/loco.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thing is I use to dress in baggy pants, jersey's and shirts etc. However after I started dressing more formal, I would get compliments and what not. The way I felt wearing, a suite or some button up was empowering and it showed in my body language. One time I literally had 3 girls approach me saying how "nice" i looked and "smelt" all within 2 minutes of each other. The ego boost I got was a high let me tell ya I still dress in baggy clothes now and then(mostly when I'm just lounging at the crib) but now a days I dress more "grown". &lt;b&gt;I'm not gonna go on about how looks matter, but how you feel about your physique, and how you dress matter a lot especially if you wanna attract a beautiful women who dresses nice&lt;/b&gt;. Now what does this have to do with the blond bombshell? a lot. How you dress is very important, not just with white women but women period. If you dress nice a women will appreciate that, this is universal. How you dress shows how you take care of yourself, dress like a slob with no style and the perception is that your lazy, dress fly and &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;"GQ" &lt;/span&gt;and the perception is that your a mack lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmyVMvXATek/TVlSFjg2-ZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/haIO5Bx-_jU/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmyVMvXATek/TVlSFjg2-ZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/haIO5Bx-_jU/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She probably reads my blog, eeeh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YO YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember reading a thread in some forum were a guy was talking about approaching white women. The guy said that white women were scared when he approached them because he was 6'3, 230 pounds. I knew what the guy's problem was cause I had the same problem(being big and black and all). The thing is a lot of black men stereotypically when they approach any women are very aggressive. This puts women on the spot, and some women (of all races)don't know how to deal with that. For example ever been to a club and see a bunch of "brothers" just stand there, and as soon as fine girl walks by there like "yo yo yo, girl let me holla at you ma".&amp;nbsp; I see that or I see guys just grab girls by the arm trying to pull then, DON'T DO THAT.&amp;nbsp; When I first started learning about "body language" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DW--7ZmXrXo"&gt;I noticed that white women would be tense when I approached, the scared look in their eye&lt;/a&gt;(gotta love eye contact). However after a few minutes of me just talking and them realizing I'm not wanting anything from them I could see them relax, smiling and joking a lot shatters a lot of the stereotypical social conditioning that white women have about black men. Truth is turn on the TV,&amp;nbsp;usually you see a rapper&amp;nbsp;acting intimidating or watching an "angry black guy" on reality television this the perception that lot of white girls get about black men due to stereotypes being portrayed in the media and society&amp;nbsp;. Another thing I do is when I approach I don't talk in Ebonics, sure the average white chick might know some slang words, but&amp;nbsp;she is not one of the "homies" so don't overdue it.&amp;nbsp;The whole "Yo YO YO" approach will get you a "YO YO YO" type chick. If you want a respectable women you gonna have to approach and talk to her respectably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Social Proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Social proof can help you in virtually any sort of situation whether it's in your social circle, business and yup you guess it with women. I first learned this concept when I observed a natural doing it before I&amp;nbsp;heard the term period.&amp;nbsp;I had a buddy who would go into the whitest country club in the city. The guy was 6'4, lean, abercombie wearing black dude. The bar was 98% white. However guess what, he had girls literally chasing him from the random girl to the waitresses.&amp;nbsp;Why? he had social proof. He would walk in everyone knew who he was, he was always cracking jokes and was a great guy to be around cause he brought a positive vibe and energy. Girls would be curious cause other girls would always be around him, he would however seldom chase because he was to focus on having fun(and getting bent) on top of that he wasn't worried cause he already had an abundance of women. I asked him how he felt with people hating on him being black at that bar, he said he didn't care because he was so comfortable in himself that he could careless what others thought of him and that girls could usually see that indifference in him but he still bad fun.&amp;nbsp; I'm not saying you should go to a country club and dress in abercombie. The guy found his niche, and you should too.&amp;nbsp; Going in venues in an environment were you can thrive will help you, this is why after I left Wisconsin redneck bars and went back to Hip-hop clubs it just seemed a million times easier and the same effort I was putting in got me better results. There was a guy who I was trying to coach who&amp;nbsp;once lamented to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"These guys(athletes) can get 5 girls(white girls)&amp;nbsp;in their room (college dorm room)with ease and I can't get one. its frustrating"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well mmh yeah, because of their social status(college athletes are the equivalent to rock stars), they have "groupies" so to speak. However you don't need to be an "athlete" or even be "rich" to have social proof. When I go out I talk to everyone guys and girls, it comes to a point were people say "dude your cool I'll buy you a drink:" or "We should&amp;nbsp;hang out&amp;nbsp;sometime"&amp;nbsp;This isn't unusual. I've met people who after talking to me, invited me to hang with them and their friends and I got in venues and other things for free. One of the biggest traits of a natural is that he is social, most guys who are social savvy are witty, charismatic, cool and people love being around them because it's always a fun time. As I stated earlier though, you can have social proof in almost every aspect of your life. Whether it's business(co-workers, boss's, clients etc) or even your hobbies. Become a man of social awareness and intelligence, learn about body language, eye contact, immerse yourself in currents events, and so forth so that you always have something interesting to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the things that have helped me, most of these may seem basic. However the basic things work well espeically&lt;i&gt; if&lt;/i&gt; you advance in them. As a black guy I know how frustrating it can be because a lot of the community caters towards mostly whites and Asians. The few black guru's that are out there seldom or rarely talk about this. Then you have forums who have censorship and this topic is "swept" under the rug so to speak. The thing to remember is when you approach any women not just white is to always have confidence,&amp;nbsp; genuine confidence can break through a lot of barriers, and race is one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4990347375763660135?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4990347375763660135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4990347375763660135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4990347375763660135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-2.html' title='The Blond Bombshell (Part 2)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmyVMvXATek/TVlSFjg2-ZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/haIO5Bx-_jU/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7110264131104931501</id><published>2011-02-10T02:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T07:28:15.362-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white girls'/><title type='text'>The Blond Bombshell (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsaJ-gqbZ8A/TVOX-q7TBRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/K1Kj4lAbvuk/s1600/arizona-state-girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsaJ-gqbZ8A/TVOX-q7TBRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/K1Kj4lAbvuk/s1600/arizona-state-girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Brunette didn't get the memo, eeh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Larry was a black kid, who lived mostly in the suburbs all his life. He wasn't considered one of the cool kids although he did have friends, he never dated really as he wasn't confident with girls especially since he was in a mostly white town. He didn't play ball or was rich, he never was with the most popular girl in school. Larry was known as being "a nice guy" but that's about it. Larry then goes to college, frustated by his lack of success with women. He then starts to browse the net looking for gaming sites. Larry then starts studying various methods religiously(you know indirect, direct etc). Armed with this new information he hits the field hard. However Larry soon notices that although now white girls are responding to his cocky&amp;amp;funny better, or even smile at his negs, or his "chick crack games" he still isn't getting a lot of dates or the results he likes. Sound familiar? a lot of minroirtes not just black guys, study game, then wonder why their not having the same success as their Caucasian counterparts. I think &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=158261"&gt;FreeSTlyez&lt;/a&gt; did a great job explaining this topic, as well as the solutions that the members came up with it. There lot of guys including myself at one point who say. &lt;b&gt;"What the heck is going on, I know I'm better then my Caucasian friends with game but yet he is getting better results then I do"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;FreeStylez explains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was a black guy that was gaming/practicing/sarging in  venues with white girls that basically were not very much into black  guys. Yes, I know there are white girls that love black guys, I've  hooked up with those not a problem, but the standard white girl that I  was trying to pick up was not into a black guy the same way in which  she's into another white guy. I mean it's totally understandable,  there's added social pressures on her from family/friends for dating  outside her race even if unspoken, even if there isn't she might not  feel comftorable with it, or a myriad of other reasons that really just  go deep into some of the more complex racial/social views that exist in  our society.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you guys are thinking "wah wah" he is playing the race card, actually the author is just explaning that the venues he is going too are mostly white women who prefer white men. There is nothing wrong with that. There is some notion with the media or some bull-crap stereotype(especially in the community with closet racists) that every white chick wants a black guy, or every black guy wants a white chick(I'll discuss that a bit more later). When this ain't the case, FreeStylez clearly states he isn't going after the ghetto becky(white girl) but the more typical Becky(suburban type). FreeStylez also explains that he lived in a mostly white area were they aren't a lot of minority women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tm7UqgqiaIw/TVOePk66-MI/AAAAAAAAAX4/e_2zyVSHvq8/s1600/AYOO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tm7UqgqiaIw/TVOePk66-MI/AAAAAAAAAX4/e_2zyVSHvq8/s400/AYOO.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Suburban" Becky&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I have talked about&lt;u&gt; &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/07/advantagesdisadvantages-of-being-black.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, that if you have your shit together in every way then this isn't a big deal. However the reality is that certain "Becky's" no matter how tight your game is, no matter how smooth you are, or even how good you look just won't be into you. It's not that their racists but they may just not attracted to your look or race or whatever the reason have you. I'll let FreeStlyez explain more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I mean this post isn't to say white girls are racist BY ANY MEANS AT ALL  (just figured i'd state that since I don't even want this to steer that  direction), because it's perfectly natural to have your preference in  guys, the same way we have our preference in women, some women just like  a guy of their own race more than outside of that, perfectly fine. Just  being observant because being oblivious would have had me constantly  wondering for another 2 years why my results aren't where I want them to  be.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I was going out in Wisconsin. I was going out to hick places, I was busting my ass and my game was tighter then a girls stomach cramp on her period. However I couldn't figure out the life of me why I couldn't bag a broad while white guys were getting results with less effort. Then one night after I made this chick laugh,and I was putting on the full court press on her; but my buddy got the close it hit me. Fellow blogger Willie Wonka captures this Epiphany quite well in a comment he left last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I will say that how much race matters in the field definitely relates to  where you are.  I'm sure it's less of an issue in the larger, more  liberal and more racially diverse areas such as most major/big cities.   Go to smaller, country-hick, backwoods bars and clubs and try to go and  game, and I'm sure it will play a larger role in how the interactions  play out. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cha-ching, however the reverse can be also said, go to a smaller town and you as a black guy may become the hot commodity while in a larger city your just another " black guy".&amp;nbsp; Not to get of topic though having found that out I started switching up venues going to more Hip-Hop/Hipster clubs, and lo and behold my success started going through the roof. The same game I was using in Wisconsin was getting girls panties wet, the same game got me to make out with some hotties, phone numbers, day2's, and smashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What helped you me you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ondareal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/submission12062010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://ondareal.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/submission12062010.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be continued (for my homie Quiet Earth)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7110264131104931501?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7110264131104931501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7110264131104931501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7110264131104931501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/blond-bombshell-part-1.html' title='The Blond Bombshell (part 1)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsaJ-gqbZ8A/TVOX-q7TBRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/K1Kj4lAbvuk/s72-c/arizona-state-girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4814430589453168515</id><published>2011-02-07T10:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:18:53.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><title type='text'>Black Men and Fat White Girls(The Truth!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mediatakeout.s3.amazonaws.com/photo/1295793414coolio_couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://mediatakeout.s3.amazonaws.com/photo/1295793414coolio_couple.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The exterme&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This topic has come up a lot recently whether online or in the flesh, The Soloist gives his .02 cents on this "outdated" topic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;b&gt; Low self esteem&lt;/b&gt;--typical on both sides  but more so on the girl,  popular white culture is brutal when it comes to their women and their  size. It's been scientifically proven that "bigger" black women have  higher self-esteem then "bigger" white women. A lot of white guys I know  personally don't deal with a chick who is "big". While the definition is  subjective, &lt;b&gt;a black guy may look at a women who is 20 pounds overweight(or more) and call  her thick (more or less depending on her build) while white guys are  quick to call her fat&lt;/b&gt;. Truth is a lot of white guys don't like "voluptuous"(keyword being alot). However it's no secret that a lot of bigger white women will also spend money on their men to keep them happy. I know guys who literally lived rent free didn't have to pay for food or anything cause their women took care of them. These guys know that their in control and their women won't just leave them for someone else. However the biggest thing is, &lt;b&gt;successful black guys i.e. educated, money, athlete, going to college, etc. Typically don't date these women, they may smash one here and there, but usually you won't see them with one for long term&lt;/b&gt;. The most disturbing thing is though, you may see these white women who won't date their own race(or black guys), because their not attracted to their own kind, which is totally bizarre to me, that always irks me. If you have a preference that's cool but to total "X" out your own race is disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Lack of standards&lt;/b&gt;--the truth is a lot of black men are "lax" on their  standards. So you may see him with a bigger girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;He genuinely likes her-&lt;/b&gt;-  a lot of black guys aren't as judgmental,  and he may genuinely like the girl because of who she is and not just  how she looks. Truth is a lot of white people are more shallow then black people. So while a girl may be "thicker" build&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af54/My_Lovely_Lady_Lumps/Thick%20Girls/portia-black-red-curvy-kate-bra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af54/My_Lovely_Lady_Lumps/Thick%20Girls/portia-black-red-curvy-kate-bra.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thick or Fat?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Less attitude&lt;/b&gt;--a lot of black men feel that dealing with black women  is to hard, so they rather resort to something easy, this is were white  women typically have less attitude then black women also a lot of black women treat these women better because of how the women treat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, &lt;b&gt;Give it up faster&lt;/b&gt;--Everyone knows fat chicks give it up faster then the hotties. Take a big girl out to Apple Bee's pump her with a couple drinks and half of appetizers and your laying pipe that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again these are general reasons, and it's important to note I'm generalizing. I hate to stereotype and generalize but the question got ask so much, and the topic came up so much. I felt I had to address it. We live in a country where damn near 60% of the people are overweight, not just black or white. On another note, you also see a lot of black guys with some fine ass white women and you actually see more white guys with bigger white women (and why not there more white men then black men)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4814430589453168515?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4814430589453168515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-men-and-fat-white-girlsthe-truth.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4814430589453168515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4814430589453168515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-men-and-fat-white-girlsthe-truth.html' title='Black Men and Fat White Girls(The Truth!)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af54/My_Lovely_Lady_Lumps/Thick%20Girls/th_portia-black-red-curvy-kate-bra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-3643607577064489917</id><published>2011-02-05T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T10:34:54.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scalleywags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>Maybe Facebook is good for something after all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this chick I talked too on Plenty of Flakes...&lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//whistle.gif" title="whistle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway were suppose to hang out on Friday but on Tuesday, her "Grandma"  happened to have a stroke. I then get a call from her at  10:30 in the morning the next day and she is sloppy drunk (Spidy senses are tingling) I mean obliterated drunk.  The weird part was she was suppose to see her Grandma that day in  another town, but was super duper off the wall no MJ drunk, she then made some lame excuse about  seeing her Grandma later in the "evening" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the flake comes (surprise, surprise) having lost a  Grandmother recently as well I'm sensitive to this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then go on her Facebook, there is no mention of her Grandmother, just 5  of her friends making wall-post about "how crazy the night at the bar  was" and how fucked up drunk she got(walking barefoot in the snow drunk) then to top it off she never left  town. I decided to post under some of her friends post and said some shit like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was Grandma at the bar too?" and "Did that happen before Grandma had the stroke or after"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She send me some text messages calling me an Ahole and that the only  reason she went out was because she needed to take her mind of it and  that she isn't lying &lt;img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/images/smilies//rolleyes.gif" title="Roll Eyes (Sarcastic)" /&gt;  blah blah blah, (wouldn't pick up her phone but was texting, yeah okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay) I put the bitch on blast something serious too many holes in her stories (drunk at&amp;nbsp; 10:30 in the morning, haven't left town, the fake Grandma crying, someone get this bitch to AA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question lot of yall thinking right now is &lt;b&gt;"Solo why didn't you play it cool and go for the pump&amp;amp;dump"&lt;/b&gt;, If I was a PUA it be the thing to do, and I did let it get to me a bit(you would too if you seen those boobies) however no excuses it's a waste of my time when I can hit the field and find chicks just as hot or hotter, I can't wait for "Grenade" season to over, hitting the gym as well, its black history month, so expect me to post a lot of "controversial" topics this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Sir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-3643607577064489917?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/3643607577064489917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/maybe-facebook-is-good-for-something.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3643607577064489917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3643607577064489917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/maybe-facebook-is-good-for-something.html' title='Maybe Facebook is good for something after all'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7512882283995207930</id><published>2011-02-02T00:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:20:20.987-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scaricty mindset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>Postive Mindset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacesuityoga.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/brain-763982-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://spacesuityoga.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/brain-763982-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your mind is&amp;nbsp; the greatest tool to help you, it can help you or hurt you. It can tell you shit that is untrue, that your to fat for that hot girl, that your too ugly to get her. Your mind will deceive you with bullshit that isn't true, it will try to cripple you with insecurity saying your not good enough. Your mind can be the greatest asset you ever have, or the biggest liability. However it's not just your mind but&amp;nbsp; your believe, do you let it dictate what you do or that you believe you can do better?. Your mindset is the most powerful asset you have.It can propel you towards great things, things you never imagined you could do. things that were unreachable but now are within reach.`Your mind can tell you, you will never get that girl, but will you let your mind win or believe that you can get her? Your mind can be your biggest ally in the field or your worst enemy. Your mind can help you when your dealing with that one issue or take you down easily in defeat. Your mind is the only thing you have that reasons with you or tries to fill you with doubt. Its your mind that allows you to gain as much success as there is to attain or have you thinking all the failure in the world is your fault. However are you gonna let your mind run your actions to the ground or let it lift you of in the atmosphere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive mindset will help you, if it's bullshit I wouldn't have been able to to bag two chicks who weighed less then 130 pounds each while I almost weighed double that. It wouldn't have allowed me to run a 5k while I taught I was out of shape, or allow me to quit drinking for 40 days and 40 nights to challenge and up my game while people were tempting me with drinks left and right. Don't let people limit you to what they think you should or can do, but let your mind reach beyond your wildest imagination and may you always have faith in yourself even when people may hate and call you crazy. May you always think Positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.csus.edu/%7Ekp678/kobe_bryant_biography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://webpages.csus.edu/%7Ekp678/kobe_bryant_biography.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He may not be the greatest but he "believes" he is&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7512882283995207930?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7512882283995207930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/postive-mindset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7512882283995207930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7512882283995207930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/02/postive-mindset.html' title='Postive Mindset'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6383090673694424255</id><published>2011-01-27T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:50:22.967-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><title type='text'>The "Solo" Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/The%20Years%20Pt%204/DSCI0504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/The%20Years%20Pt%204/DSCI0504.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met those guys that night and they bought me some shots (niceeee)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Rookie went out &lt;a href="http://therookiedc.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/solo-dolo-saturday/#comment-2077"&gt;solo&lt;/a&gt; by himself recently and made a post about it. I personally belive that going out solo is the best thing you can do for your game. To often the Gamesmen espeically rookies get caught up in a mindset that to improve they need to go out with other Gamers when in essence for a lot of guys they use it as a "Safety Net" not to do anything. Ever seen a bunch of Pua's out? It's a bunch of guys sitting around rationalzing why not to go after the women they want. I'm not saying it's always the case but from what I've seen and having freinds who joined lairs this has been the experince. When I went out with naturals before I knew about "The Community" or "The Game" the guys were exceptional with women that I was going out with and I learned shit tons by just observing them. However I didn't get better until I started doing my "own thing" because once I stopped going with them I was forced to rely upon myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out alone forces you to step it up, are you gonna be the lame at the bar or the creeper on the wall staring at girls dancing? Or you gonna be that dude chatting everyone up, making people laugh and being the cool guy everyone wants to be around. I love going out by myself a lot of my "classic moments" have happend when I went by myself (thank God the Camera has captured some of those moments) It's when you go out with guys that your energy and momentum gets slowed down. It makes it hard to get in a rhytem when you have to make sure everyone is on point(hate babysitting drunk guys, that's wack) I use to think it was cool going out with a bunch of guys and it is now and then and depending on the venue/occasion and the people I'm with. However from a gaming standpoint going out with two guys max is the best. You go out with to many guys and then one guy isn't into a paritcular venue your into, or you guys start competeing for the same chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked in the past many times before how I went out in the &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-last-field-report-repost.html"&gt;boonies&lt;/a&gt; by myself. It was a challenge, a challenge to get better, a challenge to push myself and not rely on guys who were good with women,. A challenge to get out of my comfort zone. I wanted to challenge myself and go to venues were I didn't know anyone and also venues were I knew it would be tough for me. So going to a redneck bar even in a college town it doesn't get any tougher then that. My first time going out I rocked a Pelle Pelle shirt, over dressed. I was sweating I remember that night there was a UFC fight. I was nervous, I opened this black dude with a Mohawk next to me and started talking about the town, the fight. the college, girls, etc. By the end of the night he was buying me shots introduced me to a couple chicks and the bartender(who turn gave me a free shot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go out there plenty of times. The thing is the venue was tough, even though it was a college crowd. Black people were a super small minority and unless you were popular or a football player it was rough breaking in the social circle I was neither, but I kept gaming. I would open up sets using chick crack("Pick a number 1 through 10") talk to girls doing my version of push and pulls, showing value, social proof, flirting etc. I would literally game my ass of. The one crazy night however happened when I got faded drunk(not one of my proudest nights). I was with a black guy who I met outside (No not the Mohawk guy another one. I still run into him and now and then when I go in the city) I asked him and his friend who he was with "What's a good place to go?" now mind you this is the third time or so I've been out there. So I knew the bars that were crackin and which ones weren't, but I was working on social proof. We go to the bar, he is buying me shots and drinks and so are his friends. He gets faded in no time and his friend disappears(greaaaaaaat, I'm being sarcastic). Next thing you know three hot chicks sit down (I think he knew two of them). He started going hard but he was so drunk that he was spitting on the Asian girl he was talking too I was talking to the blond friend and doing well. However just before I was able to number close, I got cockblocked by a guy she knew (niceeeeeeeeee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short I ended up losing the guy he got so drunk he was in his wife beater. He wanted to burrow the vest I was wearing(same one pictured above) but I was like "mmh naw". I was hammered by then as well. I mean a 20oz long island out there only cost $5 and the shit was strong. I went to another bar, and&amp;nbsp; coincidentally ran into some college buddies from back in the day. This blond whose a bit chubby comes up and says "what's up" to the guy next to him, he ignores her she then comes up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What's up" she asked me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I got a girlfirend" I lied taking another swig of my drink, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So I got a man"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly grabbed her by the hand and we walked out and sat in my van(yeah I use to drive one of those). She was cute for being a bit bigger wore heels and was tall. We sat in my car and I remember fondling her breast. I knew she was down for anything. Next thing you know, we walk away from my car, and the girl is giving me the best drunken blow job in my life(behind a big trash box thingy mind you. Once the deed was done, all I heard was "WHOOP, WHOOP yup sure enough a copper came out and damn near caught us(I was just zipping up when I saw him lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What you guys doing?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Were just talking" said the blond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so drunk that I just kept my mouth shut. The cop looked at our ID's and told us to bounce. "Well I guess I'll never see you again huh?" the blond asked "You got my number" I said. Then my dumb ass gets in the car just to get pulled over by another cop. I was doing 50 in a 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You know why I pulled you over?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No officer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You were doing 50 in a 40, were you from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm from Town A but I go to school out here" I lied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He checks my ID and does a soberity test. I'm scared shitless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Solo your barley the legal limit, you probably have 5 mintues, you got any friends over here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah my buddy" I lied, the only person I knew was a grenade (that's another story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Go to his house now" said the cop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was lucky that night and the cop let me go (cops are cool, if you are fucking cool to them and honest!) Whats my point with this story don't drink and drive? yeah that's one of the points I hope you get(maybe a reason not to solo dolo game drunk!). The thing is you gotta challenge yourself, cause you never know when the crazy shit pops off it's epic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end going out solo can help you out tremendously. By the time I was back in the city, I was comfortable opening up sets because I was gaming at venue's were I felt uncomfortable at. Going Solo to venues that you may not do well in is still great practice. It forces you to step up. I can honestly say their certain venues were I still suck but its great practice. The whole notion that you should only go to venues that will grant you success is b.s. As a true Gamesmen your macking should be able to be tailored for any venue and transcend to any scene. What's the point of going to easy places? I knew one guy who was blacker then night, but he would always go to a "country" bar. i didn't know why the girls would go nuts but he would always pull and even the "Hired Guns" wanted a "piece" of him. I realized he was able to succeed because of two reasons&lt;b&gt; 1. He was good looking (which I didn't think anything was special of him besides his lean Michael Phelps body) and 2. He had crazy Social proof in that bar. Most&amp;nbsp; black guys wouldn't pull squad, but the guy kept going there building his value and he literally could walk with any girls number that he wanted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My point is you may not score the hottie @ the &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/18-clubs-is-where-its.html"&gt;18 plus venue&lt;/a&gt;, or that fox at the lounge. Maybe your just a guy who gets plain janes at the local bar, however challenge yourself to never beocme complacment in the game with the type of women you meet. If so then why even bother playing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestplayerontheplanet.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/kb-vs-mj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://bestplayerontheplanet.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/kb-vs-mj.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be the best sometimes it's better to play against the best&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-6383090673694424255?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/6383090673694424255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/01/solo-challenge.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6383090673694424255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6383090673694424255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/01/solo-challenge.html' title='The &quot;Solo&quot; Challenge'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-8987647389576868637</id><published>2011-01-10T10:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T13:07:25.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gunwitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guru&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Truth about Gurus in the seduction community</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="post_message_1769511"&gt;This topic has been brewing in my mind like coffee for awhile now. Almost a week ago, one of the founding members of the current seduction community Gunwitch aka Allen Reyes is &lt;a href="http://www.ktvz.com/news/26342408/detail.html"&gt;accused of shooting a women in the face&lt;/a&gt;. I wasn't gonna hop on the &lt;a href="http://www.inmalafide.com/2011/01/07/lock-gunwitch-up-and-throw-away-the-key/#comment-35826"&gt;bandwagon &lt;/a&gt;until I heard more facts. However after seeing some of his disturbing Youtube Vidoes it makes you wonder about PUA teachers or Gurus in the community. The guy got named dropped by Strauss twice in the book "The Game". At age 31 the guy still lives in his moms basement like a bum, never had a real job and already has had a heart attack. It makes you wonder, anyone can say anything and become a Guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_1769511"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading "The Game" by Neil Strauss, back in August of 2008 was a  "Warning" of sorts. I started looking at "Game" forums but most of them  were too "nerdy" for me or "Cult like" (you know fanboy shit aka Guru  worship). Also the fact that Mystery got a "pass" from the community(as well as some other Gurus) even  though Strauss exposed him as a weirdo and he even admitted  himself(going ape shit over his ex Katya, suicidal tendencies etc)had me  a bit worried, yet everyone regards him as a messiah when the guy clearly has issue. &lt;b&gt;The fact is you have to look at the Guru not just for his teaching but as a person.&lt;/b&gt; I have had my  run ins with Gurus on numerous sites. And I honestly believe  that 90% of them shouldn't be teaching game or just trying to make a  quick buck. With the recent "Gunwitch" situation it has really made me  think. &lt;b&gt;What makes a Guy qualified to teach seduction?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Heck if I  want I can bone a average girl at will that doesn't take much even with  me being chubby right now, however going up the echelon (7+'s) does  take a lot of skill/social value/tight game etc. My point is, just because I can go out and get "some" doesn't mean I can necessarily teach it for some guy to get some. One of the reasons why I  don't post a lot of "theory" talk is cause I feel like I'm mentally  masturbating when I do it. &lt;b&gt;So if I do make a&amp;nbsp; blog post, its cause I'm thinking aloud about a particular topic and want to  write my thoughts/experiences down and share it with my readers or get  others opinions on a topic.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="list-style-type: decimal;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;First of if you &lt;b&gt;charging  money for boot camps&lt;/b&gt; ($3,000 for that shit with that I can buy hookers  for a month!) that are in the thousands or high hundreds with no money  back guarantees or just three days its bullshit.There is no way in 3  days a guy is gonna have the savvy the teacher would or to grasp all the  concepts. I have gone out with guys and it took some of them a good  year to get a decent level and what not, while it took others barley  weeks to get good (what up Strategoes!). Every guy is different&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bullshit products-&lt;/b&gt;-I  had a guru&amp;nbsp; (who isn't a Guru anymore) tell me that my game  wasn't good because I wasn't closing girls a "100%" of the time. Mind  you at that time My game was tighter then a virgins (3 somes, 5 girls in  one month, 20 plus number closes etc etc)You have gurus come  out with&amp;nbsp; DVD's/e-books/seminars etc that are outrageous prices which  don't even have anything to do with gaming or are just "filler  products"  to get your business(pseudo spiritual crap for instance which is watered down). As a guy who has been in  retail/sales/finance for over 10 years. I know a good (or bad) sales  men/sales pitch when i see one. you can't out-hustle a hustler lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;No proof of game&lt;/b&gt;--To  me it's always a pleasure to see a guru's infield footage. I know some  Guru's "fake the funk" but I think most that post the footage are legit  now the question is what they choose to show  you is a whole another story. They may just choose to show you the good  shit instead of bad. What is mystifying though is Gurus who have this  "internet" fame and charge thousands of dollars for bootcamps but no one  has seen a video much less a picture of the Guru because they fear  "privacy" or being "sued" by girls. This is pure nonsense, I have  snapped pictures of girls that I didn't even know(who were sober mind you!), just for me to open  them because of that. Taking field footage of girls, mind you even if  they are drunk or whatever and &lt;b&gt;wanna sue me the chances of the girls finding out that I have footage of them is less then .5%&lt;/b&gt;  A lot of girls really don't care and actually love me being filmed or  photographed. You got Gurus now who can come on the internet write some  great post, and no one questions their game in real life because they write so good, yet most of the so called  legends in the game or forums usually just post "theory" shit which half  the time isn't applicable in the field cause the game isn't black or  white(every girl isn't the same HELLO!). I dare you to field test "hey guys who lies more girls or guys" in a hood club and tell me the response&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method&lt;/b&gt;--What  method are they teaching, if their teaching you to touch women  inappropriately or do some outrageous shit like scream loudly when you  walk in the venue or some crap. then whats the point. A former Guru  admitted to having his students do things and I quote &lt;b&gt;"I would never do that"&lt;/b&gt;.  Personally I think Gurus aren't teaching anything new under the sun  and most steal from each other. Pook and Gunwtich were actually teaching  guys how to be "Alpha" way before your favorite blogger/PUA guru was.  There "no name" gamers who were teaching stuff that weren't popular but  now due to the "change" of times some "recycled" their game and are  spitting it like it's theirs. &lt;b&gt;On top of that a lot of Gurus game is  limited to only "Getting the girl" but not keeping her i.e. relationship  game, hence the main reason PUA discussion forums  stay flooded with  questions what to do in a certain relationship, which in my opinion  makes Gurus limited in terms of game in general&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However my biggest thing is &lt;b&gt;Creditability&lt;/b&gt;.  Lot of Gurus seem to be bitch-fighting amongst themselves because of  their ego's. It's amazing how egoistical they are. If you don't agree  with them oh shit watch out. Most&amp;nbsp; gurus I have encountered (and  trust me I have correspondent/dealt with F-list Gurus who were no  names to yup you guessed even Gunwitch himself). A Gurus credibility  isn't much because if someone talks "badly"&amp;nbsp; about him he may lose  business and if you wanna "sarge" with them you have to pay thousands of dollars which is bullshit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally speaking I think the only way to know if a guy is truly  creditable is if you hit the field with them a minimum of 10 times and  see them in action. You could go out with me tonight&amp;nbsp; and I could have a freaking amazing night, or you could go out with  me 9 times in a row and I just suck (meh it happens more often then not  belive you me) but I think seeing someone in person beats any hearsay or  "video" footage cause you see it in the flesh. I know it's harder said  then done but ya know it is what it is. I also never followed one Guru or teaching because I'm my own man. So I may test out something a Guru says but that doesn't mean I will follow him religiously. Their is no quality control in the community like there is in other business and I think it's up to every individual to discern what's real and what's not. Sadly a lot of guys still fall for the Okie doke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-8987647389576868637?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/8987647389576868637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/01/truth-about-gurus.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8987647389576868637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8987647389576868637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2011/01/truth-about-gurus.html' title='The Truth about Gurus in the seduction community'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-5137918711894491784</id><published>2010-12-30T01:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T07:17:39.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Solo's 2010 Field Tribute(Video+special message to all my readers/fellow Bloggers!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to anyone who goes out on the Field, and not just talk about it but goes and fucking tries their best to meet women they like but most of all have fun doing it, a toast to the Field Reporters this one is for you. 2X for the guys who are always looking to improve physically/mentally/spiritually/financially and better themselves not for the sake of women but because they wanna be the man possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2010 Acknowledgments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=116204&amp;amp;highlight=Snowplow"&gt;Snowplowman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; aka&lt;a href="http://www.rsdnation.com/node/152840"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Distant Light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--First of I'm still in awe that your only 21 years old, your doing a lot of shit that a lot of guys who have been in the game for 10 years couldn't do on their best days. I learned shit tons from you, not in essence of tecniques but your mindset, you make it seem so simple (even though you complicate it at times) but your mindset helped me a lot. Positive and being unreactive can get you very far. Get your fucking Celly back on dude ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisnotimefortheanonymous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lust in the age of Byrony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--Hands down most complete journal. Your not one dimensional I enjoy reading your shit. I admit I don't follow it as much as I'd like but that's because when I read it it requires my full attention. your very honest, and don't bullshit about where you at in life. I respect that a lot (now if you can help me lose this weight LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://therookiedc.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Rookie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--hands down you may be the best "Game" blogger right now in&amp;nbsp; the blogsphere, your writing is A-class, only you can write about waiting in line for some event and make it sound interesting. I always look forward to your shit. I know cats was getting at you for Barceonla but it just goes to show that not everyone comes out the gate being Rookie of the Year like I did back in 08 cough cough (yeah I had to brag lol) Stay positive and keep posting those FRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebachelorscode.com/"&gt;Tyler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--you know your shit, you don't mentally masturbate too much, wish I had your brain when I was dealing with.. (you-know-who) ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonkawilly.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wonka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--One of the reasons I started blogging was cause of you, I enjoy your FR's tremendously reminds me of me when I first started, don't lose enthusiasm for the game cause it's easy to lose it fast(trust me I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://gameinbk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Game In BK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--I still read that one post you left in the &lt;a href="http://gameinbk.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-have-i-learned-about-fairer-sex.html"&gt;comment section&lt;/a&gt;, I get inspired by it and read it from time to time. Wish you would blog more but alas your one of the few guys who actually has success because your out in the field!(300 dates in 2 years, wowsers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://quietearth.wordpress.com/"&gt;Quiet Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--same as Game In Bk, except I love your pics, even if you have some post I don't care about, you always have those pics(Dat Ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realassanova.com/"&gt;Assanova-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-I may not agree with everything you say, but your blog's are refreshing. You offer a different perspective on the game, respect your insight bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://vincentignatius.wordpress.com/"&gt;Vince&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;-You don't mentally masturbate to much like most guys, I like the fact that your blogs are simple, I wish you wold post more on your techniques and how you make it work for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1360264145"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://realmacktalk.blogspot.com/"&gt;The No Simp Zone&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;-your the most underrated blogger, the game you "spit" is hands down more advanced then most, once again your one of the few who looks at the bigger picture. Not from a lifestyle aspect but from a self-improvement aspect. Respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://paultheking.wordpress.com/"&gt;Paul The King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--Not much to say you know whats up with the game, I think we would be perfect in the field together cause God knows you know your shit. I still think you should post a deeper text messaging guide and more FR's it would be helpfull for guys like me who suck at texting etc. Keep doing your thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://realmacktalk.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mack Damge&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;/a&gt;-respect homey, a&amp;nbsp; lot of people sleeping on the shit you spit, but hands down your legit. It's good to see a fellow Mack breaking it down from a different POV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;--when you starting your own blog bro? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://krauserpua.com/"&gt;KrauserPUA&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;-You make "Tributes" on a damn near daily basis, while I do it once a year. Respect, fuck what the haters gotta say as long as you getting yours you good in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://supermanpua.blogspot.com/"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--You remind me of myself when I first started, the field reports with pictures, the over-analysis, the audios/vids etc. keep doing your thing, don't think about it to much man,just go out there and let it flow, vibe/connect and be in the moment, enjoy HER! don't think about dong this or that to much it will fuck you up(trust me it did it to me). Just be in the moment, BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://neointhegame.wordpress.com/"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--Enjoy your stuff, you keep it simple, makes it good to read for lazy guys like me who don't give a shit about over-analyzing crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rooshv.com/"&gt;Roosh V&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;--What up Nukka, you know I'm coming for your spot right? just let me handle this b-i first and then I'll come back from retirement NO TIGER WOODS! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Biggest thanks &lt;/span&gt;to God though, without him I wouldn't be here If I forgot you blame it on the wine, Franzia, sunset blush. Also big things to all my readers/commentators/ and even the haters. &lt;b&gt;HI HATERS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just wanna say props to all my wings, I couldn't have done this without them(J-Set, Shaw aka Shay, Bilo, RJ, My Cuz, Startgos, Capo what up what up! etc). I would lie and say I was the nicest out of the clique. I got some cool guys I roll with, without them this shit wouldn't have been possible, times of pain, sweat, tears and of course glory. You guys are the shit, money over broads though! It's impossible to fit 365 days into a 10 minute vid. lot of footage didn't make it due to various reasons(shitty quality, to risque etc). However I think the essence of this "mini-movie" is captured, unlike &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxIt73dsjMw"&gt;2009's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I didn't want throw some random footage together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab some popcorn and a drink without further ado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05gF9b7dsbI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05gF9b7dsbI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy New Year bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5137918711894491784?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5137918711894491784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-2010-field-tributevideospecial.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5137918711894491784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5137918711894491784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-2010-field-tributevideospecial.html' title='Solo&apos;s 2010 Field Tribute(Video+special message to all my readers/fellow Bloggers!)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-2512048446223322545</id><published>2010-12-27T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:23:00.286-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Solo's 2010 "Wrap" UP (2010 is still the year of the flake!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TRi4YKa1ZMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/idUFHuBXOsc/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TRi4YKa1ZMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/idUFHuBXOsc/s400/028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not as simple as it looks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While for the last two years I have giving an &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-struggles-of-solomon-part-one.html"&gt;annual review&lt;/a&gt;. I tought I'd make one just to sum up the year a bit, and just give my final thoughts on were I'm at mentally and other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of 2010 is still the year of the &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-year-of-flake.html"&gt;Flake&lt;/a&gt; first and foremost, the &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/solos-got-story.html"&gt;"Flakage"&lt;/a&gt; . I honestly didn't wanna type some of the stories because of how ugly they flakes were, but its reality of the game that has to be covered anyone who is out on the field knows what&amp;nbsp; I'm talking about. I never had any intentions on starting a blog, to be honest I always thought Bloggers were keyboard Jocky's and nerds who talked theory with no results. If someone told me I would be blogging earlier this year, I woulda laughed at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rough year not just for me but for my favorite Bloggers as The Rookie went to Barcelona and the trip was&lt;a href="http://therookiedc.wordpress.com/2010/09/10/bcn-saturday-night-in-style/"&gt; meh&lt;/a&gt;, Assanova had a huge&lt;a href="http://www.realassanova.com/2010/10/few-more-weeks.html"&gt; personal lost&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; and discusses &lt;a href="http://www.realassanova.com/2010/12/why-ugly-men-dont-get-women.html"&gt;why he is sick of game and the guys that try to play in&lt;/a&gt; it(I don't blame him, feel the same way homie)even my homeboy &lt;a href="http://wonkawilly.wordpress.com/2010/08/02/damn-july/"&gt;Willie Wonka was moving backwards at times&lt;/a&gt;. And fellow Bloggers like &lt;a href="http://thisisnotimefortheanonymous.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-my-life.html"&gt;Talla gash &lt;/a&gt;felt it as well. It's depressing when I made my blog, I wanted it to be all about my triumphs and success (just like I had initially when i started this journey) but right now I'm going through a character builder. &lt;b&gt;When your life falls apart women don't matter that much at all&lt;/b&gt;. I know some guys w ho would have thrived in my situation with women (you know having a lot of free time being broke, doing some "Gigolo Gaming") however I didn't, and not only did affect my game but it affected me in other areas as well. One of my wings, shay said that&lt;b&gt; "Whether your down or not value yourself always as a man"&lt;/b&gt; it's hard to value yourself though when your feeling down, but you have to have self-respect no matter what predicament your in(easier said then to be believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job/Financially wise losing my full time job has set me back, I have never been this broke, it's been humbling in ways and its scary, not knowing how I will pay rent or upcoming bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiritually I feel I have taking steps back, I don't pray as much as I should nor study the scripture like I should. I do believe God is using my situation for something bigger but for what I don't know, the confidence I had a few years ago isn't the same sadly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendship Wise--being in this situation has allowed me to see my real friends and just people who are phony, 2010 I lost a lot of people who I thought were good friends to mostly bullshit reasons in my opinion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physically since my car situation I have made it to the gym twice in 2 months. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was a shitty year for me, lord willing 2011 will be a GREAT year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-2512048446223322545?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/2512048446223322545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-2010-wrap-up-2010-is-still-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2512048446223322545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2512048446223322545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-2010-wrap-up-2010-is-still-year.html' title='Solo&apos;s 2010 &quot;Wrap&quot; UP (2010 is still the year of the flake!)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TRi4YKa1ZMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/idUFHuBXOsc/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7314067259101062378</id><published>2010-12-25T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:26:32.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Jesus Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"God Is our light"--Moms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eLDvM7eSq0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eLDvM7eSq0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I get goose bumps when I hear it Celtic women are WOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Christmas means to you, but to me is celebrating the birth of my savior. Where I'm from Santa Clause ain't never stop by.&amp;nbsp; Jesus means the world to me, if it wasn't for him I'd be dead. I'm not the best christian, rarely go to church, or follow his decree's even though I know them, but he forgives me and loves me. To me Christmas isn't about gifts or a guy in a fat suite but about my savior who came to save me. 2010 was a crappy year, but I have faith that 2011 will be a better year. I got a roof over my head, a steak in the firdge, a warm place, I'm thankfull, Glory to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and happiness to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7314067259101062378?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7314067259101062378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-jesus-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7314067259101062378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7314067259101062378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-jesus-day.html' title='Happy Jesus Day'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7829372303702234191</id><published>2010-12-22T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:17:22.391-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>Solo's Fun Game results(Some very Distubring answers!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Hey guys sorry it took a bit to get it up, been busy with the "real world"(I say that happily) some very intestering answers/responses, grab a drink and enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;1. It's saturday night your at the bar by yourself no Wingman, you walk in grab a drink, what do you do next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;31.8%&amp;nbsp; said you would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"You Find a place to sit, have a drink and people watch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;68.2% would open up some people around you, make friendly convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;2. This chick pictured flakes on you(Picture  number 2). She says that she has to work late. It's her second time  flaking on you, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;36.4%&amp;nbsp; Charge her to the game (Next her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.5%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Give her one more shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;50.0%&amp;nbsp; Put her on the back-burner but spin more plates (add chicks to the team)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;9.1%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tell the bitch to fall back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;3. Your on a First date with the chick pictured  on the left, your game is off and your nervous because of it, the chick  is trying to figure you out and in the middle of you eating says "You  need to step your game up, cause I'm not feeling this" What would say or  do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;My Favorite Responses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Check Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;what makes you think you're worth my game?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be indifferent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why don't I step it up for you at my place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't be eating anywhere with a girl on the first date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rolls my eyes and smirk, like i've heard that each week for 2 months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd laugh,  act like I don't care, and just go casual with conversation. However,  I'd cut it short to 15 minutes tops and part ways with her because she  loses value due to that pressurizing comment. I'd go out and have fun by  myself, or call a replacement girl and go meet up with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;4. You and your Wing are standing in line at  the bathroom, a girl opens both of you, showing both of you equal  attention, What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6.8%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Try to out-game your Wingman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.5% &amp;nbsp; Let your wing have the chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.2% Let your Wing do his thing and back him up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;70.5% Peep the vibe and see who she likes more, then proceed accordingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;5. You run into a girl who you "hung out" with  on a couple dates, the last time you hung out with her it turned into a  total disaster. You ended up kicking her out because she started  copping an attitude when you tried to escalate physically, she glances  at you, clearly wanting you to approach her, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2.3% (1 voter, smh, probably a simp) Approach her and apologize and game her again in hopes of maybe getting "Some"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;93.2% (who get it)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Act Indifferent and game the venue making sure she sees you talking to a hotter chick then her&lt;br /&gt;4.5% (who are shook ones)&amp;nbsp; Leave the Venue ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No one picked the song dedication( thank God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;6. Your games on fire, however girls keep asking you if "your a Player", how would you respond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;My Favorite responses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Take the power away by asking them the question "What gave you that impression?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well you know, I'm pretty decent, my layup is sweet, I might start on the team next year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tease her about it, by telling her that it's not nice to judge and give people labels. Give her a look of disappointment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;7. You are having sex with a girl who you met  in the field a week ago, you are hitting it from the back and  accidentally put it in her "butt" the girl starts crying hysterically  not because it hurt but it brings back memories of "My Ex was the only  one guy who use to do it", she continues to sob, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2.3% &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Get up and make some food and give her some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.2%&amp;nbsp; Act indifferent&lt;br /&gt;9.1% &amp;nbsp; Ask her "do you wanna leave?"&lt;br /&gt;6.8% &amp;nbsp; Turn on the lights and start talking to her while cuddling with her&lt;br /&gt;63.6%&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Don't say shit, wait a bit then fuck the shit out of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;8. You opened a chick, things are going well,  she tells you she has a boyfriend, but she is totally into you, you  start making out with her, she slips you her number and tells you to  call her sometime. You call her she doesn't pick up, the next day the  boyfriend shows up at your job, he is a bigger and stronger guy then you  and calls you standing outside wanting to "talk to you", what would you  do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 45.2%&amp;nbsp; Go Downstairs by yourself, and pray nothing happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;50.0% Grab a co-worker with you and go downstairs to see wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;at he wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4.8%(lame-o's lol)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Go to your desk and send your favorite blogger an email on how to handle it like a Alpha, hoping he would respond within minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;9. You walk in the bathroom and a local Pick  Up Artist asked you to be his Wingman, you have your own wings who you  came with but this guy has V.I.P with bottle service, and you know the  hottest chicks are in the V.I.P The PUA tells he can get you in for free  but not your Friends, What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;40.9%&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Join him, and tell your Wings you will meet them later&lt;br /&gt;50.0%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tell him, no thanks, I already have Wings&lt;br /&gt;9.1%&amp;nbsp; (of yall are suspect with) &lt;span&gt;Try to Amog him in the bathroom by showing him you have a bigger cock then he do&lt;/span&gt; es (yeah right cough cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;10. your waiting for your wing outside the  club (he's late as usual) however You see three beautiful women walking  towards you, your wing is five minutes away and you know you have to say  something, what would you do or say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;My favorite responses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Equal attention to all three girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simply approach and see how it goes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;No clue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "Hi, it looks like you girls are dressed to kill someone tonight. How's Charlie doing?" (Charlie's Angels joke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Worst lines &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slap the shit out of all em (yeah ugh, ok, fail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok survey Two had less answers so I'm gonna post it here, chea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;1. Your at the bar chilling, talking to the  bar tender whom you know very well. Two Girls come over, and the first  thing they say to you is "Hey will you buy me and my friend a drink?"  How would you respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;60%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ask them "Why should I buy you a drink?" (or another qualifying question)&lt;br /&gt;30%&amp;nbsp; "How about this, you get the first round, I get the second?" (you say with a cocky smirk)&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;10%"Only if I get a blow job!" (In a serious tone while looking them dead in the eye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;2. You meet a girl on the internet in person,  on her profile she looks cute and slim, but when you meet her its  obvious she has put on some weight, and is chubbier now, the girl is DTF  and you don't even have to take her on a real date would you go for the  easy smash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;40%. Yes--Go for the easy smash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;10%&lt;/span&gt; NO--I rather wack of, I can't bang 4's!(I guess your favorite bloggers been lying to ya eeh? lol_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;50%Maybe--Let me Finish a a few drinks, and take it from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;3. Your on a date with a beautiful lady,you  both just got done playing mini golf and now are having a drink at a  local pub however she has the personality of a cardboard box, you try to  make convo, but the girl is giving one word answers, what would you do  to spice it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;My Favorite answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find something she is passionate about. Or talk about what I'm passionate about. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick  some relationship crack that she'd jump onto. Or just flat out tell her  if she isnt going to try and is boring, you got better shit to do.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make fun of her golf skills in a joking cocky manner. if she doesn't  respond back with her own jokes or laugh at mine then fuck it, end the  date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; i wouldn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="nbr notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="nbr notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="nbr notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would  play it kick back and let her vent out . I would ask for the most  interesting shit she can talk about if nothing still I would just be  bold and instruct to go back to my place for sex . If she declines what  do I have to lose? a boring bitch Lol!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="data notranslate"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="date notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shit, that is the one thing I dread!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. Give it a try: ask about  something she should be passionate about (like what do you miss most  about home, etc). Gets her thinking about nice things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. If she  still doesn't warm up, finish the drink and get (visibly) ready to  leave. Show that you think she's boring. Actually, you could even say  it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. Now either she will try to keep you interested, then you can stay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. Otherwise it WILL go nowhere. Time to bail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;date? MINIGOLF??? if we aren't already fucking, i would notput this much  effort and money into a chick. Only if she has a ton of hot friends and  i want access to them through her would i do that,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;4. A chick you met flakes on you, her excuse  is "I haven't been to the gym and it's important" how would you react  and re-frame the situation so that she will hang with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;My Favorite reponses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wouldn't bother, that's a lame excuse. She's clearly not interested and I have other plates that are putting out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would make her come %100 by going out and her doing something I want i.e wear something I like , pay for my drinks etc..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;5. Your having sex with a girl, in the middle  of the "act", the girl passes out(you and the girl have been drinking at  your house etc).  What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;50% of you motherfuckers are ceritfied rapists and said you would "Finish inside her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;30% Give her a facial then take pics of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and 20% are just lame as hell and need to stop reading blog's with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Send an email to your favorite blogger, and hope he will respond to you in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;Your in a slump, you just lost your job, you put on weight. Women aren't responding to you like they usually do in the field  What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;30% Focus on other things that make me happy, and take a little break from "The Game"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;70% Hit the gym, focus on getting a job but in the meantime smash girls that aren't up to your standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;7. You run into a girl at a bar who flaked on  you, her excuse was she was tired from work, she is with a guy and its  pretty obvious their on a "date" What would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;20% of you understand that being indifferent is key, so it's no suprirse you chose. Act Indifferent and ignore her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;80% Of you are chumps because you would. "Act like nothing happened say hello to her and introduce yourself to the competition, then proceed to approach some sets"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;8. How often do you read my blog?&lt;/span&gt;20% Read my Blog daily or whenever I update (which is twice a week now)&lt;br /&gt;30% Read it a couple times a week&lt;br /&gt;10% Once a week&lt;br /&gt;10% Once a month&lt;br /&gt;30% Never read my blog but still took this survey LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;9. What's the percentage of girls that you  meet(meaning for every interaction whether its daygame, nightgame or  online) that flake on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;30% of you say that&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;"0-20% girls rarely flake on me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;10% of you say that "20-30% girls flake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;20% of you say that&amp;nbsp; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;30-50% girls flake"&lt;br /&gt;20% of you say that&amp;nbsp; "50-70% (Average) girls flake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;10% of you say that&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; "70-90% girls flake"&lt;br /&gt;10% of you say you get flaked on all the time (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;10. 1. Where you From? 2. Did you enjoy the surveys? 3. What do you think I can do to improve my blog and make it better? 4. Post anything else questions/Suggestions/comments   Thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;I had guys take this survey from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Philly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Just to name a few places, roughly 45 people took this survey but only 10 took the second one (bummer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;50% of you liked the survey the other 50% didn't my favorite comment was "suck a bag of d**cks*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;A lot of you said to keep doing what i'm doing which is to continue to culitavate myself as a man, phsyically.mentally/spirtitually&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Thanks Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;Sollie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7829372303702234191?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7829372303702234191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-fun-game-resultssome-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7829372303702234191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7829372303702234191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-fun-game-resultssome-very.html' title='Solo&apos;s Fun Game results(Some very Distubring answers!)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4980837451368034713</id><published>2010-12-20T11:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:19:04.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flaking'/><title type='text'>The 2011, 9 Flake Commandments (aka Flake B gone)</title><content type='html'>I was talking to some of my buddies this week, the subject of flaking came up once again. I decided to sit down and really think about what has worked for me and what hasn't. There are lot of reasons chick flake but the biggest one is being "lack of comfort" (rapport+trust) in your game and also lack of interest. &lt;u&gt;I don't consider myself a guru nor authority figure (I think I have made that clear in the past) &lt;/u&gt;however &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-year-of-flake.html"&gt;I do have hundreds of flakes under my belt, and have been flaked on in various way that some guys couldn't fathom.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Here are my rules for dealing with these broads in 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Be Critical&lt;/b&gt;--To often we guys get emotional when a girl flakes, the truth of the matter is to most girls you’re a “stranger” when you first meet her, a complete random guy, when a girl flakes, ask yourself critical questions and be honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did she flake?&lt;br /&gt;When did she flake?&lt;br /&gt;Does her story make sense? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she says she has to work later, that is a realistic possibility, if she says her mom had a heart attack, I would be very skeptical. I’ve had girls flake on me because of various reasons. However besides her "excuse" or "story" what are the &lt;u&gt;undertones&lt;/u&gt; of her excuse, meaning how is she saying it and not necessarily what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is she apologetic for flaking?&lt;br /&gt;Is she sincerely wanting to make it up to me (counter-offer)?&lt;br /&gt;Is she acting like it’s no big deal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman’s demeanor will tell you everything you need to know. If she is sorry and genuinely wants to make it up to you it makes a bigger difference then if she is just throwing out B.S. The truth is flaking isn‘t always “black &amp;amp; white” sure you can have the “2 strike rule” and other things like that (which I recommend for rookies) but being critical and having the wisdom to weed out a women who is genuine sincere to a women who is not interested shows growth in your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;E'&lt;/b&gt;s &lt;b&gt;2 weeks Theory&lt;/b&gt;--My buddy “E” had a theory that, if you didn’t meet/hang out with a girl within 2 weeks of meeting her it’s a lost cause. In two weeks a lot can happen. For instance, other guys could put their bid in, her buying temp cools of and it makes it easier for “Jerome” to get at&amp;nbsp; her. Also life could throw her for a loop and different crap comes up. What does this have to do with flaking? A lot, if you don’t hang out with a girl within the first two weeks, IMO usually is a lost cause (unless by some chance she holla’s at you down the road or something) If a chick likes you she will move mountains to come see you.(I.E. a chick drove 3 hours once to meet me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Breaking rapport&lt;/b&gt;--&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this to me is the biggest indicator that chick will flake, lets say a chick text you in the morning every day “Good morning babe” and all of a sudden she stops or better yet she ceases all forms of communication. This is a huge warning flag, whenever this happens It helps to Stack dates. In my opinion breaking rapport is a woman's way of saying "I'm not interested" if she isn't texting you back or calling you, it's her passive aggressive way of saying "I'm gonna flake" remember actions speak louder then words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Stack dates&lt;/b&gt;--I knew this guy named Marcus who had a saying, “I got a backup for my back up”&amp;nbsp; basically meaning that if plan’s A and B fall throw there is a plan c. Never assume that a chick is gonna show up. I’ve had chicks who were into me in a huge way flake always cultivate more options. Which leads me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt;--if a girl flakes on you, communicate to her that to see you again she will have to make it up 100%. There no “freeb’s” or “passes”. I’ve had girls flake and told him “What you gonna do to make it up to me?” and guess what they have (one girl drove 45 minutes to buy me lunch, for half an hour then drove back). Reason I do this is because I have self-respect and if you let the girl “off easy” she doesn’t view you as a challenge. Once again apply Critical thinking in this process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Be memorable&lt;/b&gt;--The biggest thing you as a guy can do is differentiate yourself from the other guys who hit on her. Are you just “another guy I gave him my number too” or are you “Dan the man who made me laugh I can’t wait till he calls". Establishing a connection were you and the girl have a great vibe is important.&amp;nbsp; I use to number close chicks all the time and the vibe would be iffy, if she is receptive towards your approach, smiling, kinonig, etc I mean this is all basic. The truth is if the intial interaction is weak a girl will most likely flake (this is why I laugh at Guru's who brag about 1 minute number closes, blah been there done that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Qualify/Screen-&lt;/b&gt;-Know what type of girl your dealing with, When I was in Sales we “qualified” the customer to see what type of product they needed. With girls you qualify what type of girl she is, what she does for work, what she values etc. Knowing more paints a better picture of the girl you dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;First 24&lt;/b&gt;--If a chick flakes on you and doesn’t get back to you within 24 hours it’s an automatic next. Respect is important and if a girl doesn’t have respect to call you or let you know what’s up then it’s NEXT. If you don’t call into work what happens? Either you get “talked too” or get fired depending on your job’s policy. This should be the same, if she hits you up within the 24 hours, analyze her response, be critical, be honest with yourself. The truth is if a women flakes and doesn't call you or let you know what's up she doesn't respect you period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Keep it moving-&lt;/b&gt;-If a chick flakes, don’t get upset, keep it moving, it’s easier said then done(&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/solos-got-story.html"&gt;been there remember&lt;/a&gt;?). Being indifferent is key, you can’t dwell on it, In two years of being in the field dealing with women, I’ve had hundreds of women flake on me. Yup you read it right hundreds!. You must not care, cause you think she cares? I look at it like this if a chick flakes on me, she did me a favor because now I can peruse women who are interested in me and not one who wasn’t! This is not to say that you can’t “check” a women but sometimes the universe has it’s way of balancing things out. I know I would lie and say I don’t get frustrated or mad, I do. However as a guy with the mentality of abundance when it comes to chicks. I know I will meet another one quite soon, she may not be as hot as the one I was just talking too but&amp;nbsp; I will meet another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLgdmGkAUz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLgdmGkAUz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4980837451368034713?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-dont-use-facebook-to-holla-chicks.html" style="color: #999999;"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, without further ado more Epic fails from N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/simp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/simp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v481/legarcy/simp1-1.jpg" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4890421311288127839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-facebook-fail-sighsolos-fun-game.html' title='More Facebook Fail (*sigh*)/Solo&apos;s Fun Game Survey Part 2'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6233435418531781440</id><published>2010-12-15T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:39:56.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><title type='text'>Solo's Fun Game Survey Pt 1 (Pics Included)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the two years that I have been in the field, I've had many crazy stories and experiences so why not make a "fun survey" about it? the pics go in conjunction with the link(question 1 goes with picture 1, question 2 with picture 2 and so on), I can honestly say 80% of these are true scenarios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/BRSRR62"&gt;Click here to take survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/BRSRR62"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture To question number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc98KLq2VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yn_LTMbcA_E/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc98KLq2VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yn_LTMbcA_E/s400/020.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capo volunteered for question one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Picture to question number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_0sH4MzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vhPR4rB5gyo/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_0sH4MzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vhPR4rB5gyo/s640/019.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Picture to question number 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_S8k6FtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xmlw7jY4VOw/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_S8k6FtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xmlw7jY4VOw/s640/1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun-sized blonds gotta love'em&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic to Question number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_naaeS5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wzobrq5p6zU/s1600/DSCI1302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_naaeS5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/wzobrq5p6zU/s320/DSCI1302.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pic Number 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQgKOErMX_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ASedzhLN2DU/s1600/101_0504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQgKOErMX_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/ASedzhLN2DU/s320/101_0504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doggy bowl look&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic question number 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TDd5-7pcEbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hL7Xs_O6I-Y/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TDd5-7pcEbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hL7Xs_O6I-Y/s400/094.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you a player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No pic for number 7 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Picture number 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcFkeN0I6po/Ruq61EliS3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/EYt3t78LBUg/s400/bodybuilder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcFkeN0I6po/Ruq61EliS3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/EYt3t78LBUg/s320/bodybuilder.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh snaps!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Picture number 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc-mbUwoXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8MqL__tUev8/s1600/DSCI0525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc-mbUwoXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/8MqL__tUev8/s400/DSCI0525.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your local PUA Superstar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Picture number 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_ptEfJXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gL_Nt1ao4Hc/s1600/DSCI1619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc_ptEfJXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gL_Nt1ao4Hc/s400/DSCI1619.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-6233435418531781440?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/6233435418531781440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-fun-game-survey-pt-1-pics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6233435418531781440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6233435418531781440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/solos-fun-game-survey-pt-1-pics.html' title='Solo&apos;s Fun Game Survey Pt 1 (Pics Included)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQc98KLq2VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yn_LTMbcA_E/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-8973633482950548958</id><published>2010-12-13T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:42:52.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Tom Brady&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Why I don't use Facebook  to holla @ chicks (EPIC Fail)</title><content type='html'>A little backdrop on this story, the guy has been trying to "holla" at this chick on and of for two years, they met on a HipHop forum, became good friends she adds him on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; He keeps trying to get with her, the girl ignored his advances. In a recent thread the guy was talking reckless saying how the girl has a big ego, and in his mind went from a "10" to a "6" because of her "ego" and "personality" mind you he has not met the girl in person(she lives in PA he lives in OH). The girl of course calls the guy out on the real reason and, so she posts "proof" the guy in denial says he was "jokingly" trying to talk to her, mmh yeah uugh huh, ok without further ado, lets see this "evidence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/8348/simp1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/8348/simp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/3967/simp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/3967/simp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a thin line between persistence and desperation, this guy crossed it after the girl basically told him of. Look I'm not gonna lie I have done a lot of simp things as well even with the knowledge of game, anyone who is familiar with me &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/drought.html"&gt;"Tom Brady(ing)"&lt;/a&gt;it knows this, however this is beyond epic fail, this is Gargantuan. The guy never met the girl before much less talked to her on the phone, she lives over 300 miles away. The whole "I look good" "you look good" reeks of desperation, but the epic fail isn't in that it's the fact that&amp;nbsp; she lives so far away and shut's him down, it's that he still tries!&amp;nbsp; For my Facebook/Online gamers don't ever be in that position, were a girl can make you look this foolish the shameful part is the guys name is Nazareth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_312902045"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_312902046"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-8973633482950548958?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/8973633482950548958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-dont-use-facebook-to-holla-chicks.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8973633482950548958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8973633482950548958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-i-dont-use-facebook-to-holla-chicks.html' title='Why I don&apos;t use Facebook  to holla @ chicks (EPIC Fail)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4620087128145265344</id><published>2010-12-10T19:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:32:30.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlatans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guru&apos;s'/><title type='text'>F**K the community, DO YOU! (a must read)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQKwSeCNjrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/60FQXiOOHCA/s1600/aries.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQKwSeCNjrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/60FQXiOOHCA/s1600/aries.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notch Number... Who knows&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In the community you aren't successful with women unless you pull all the time or "F-close". The whole notion of game is measured on how many women you close, and how hot they are,. The meter is never measured on how you enjoy a girls company, or if your in a happy long term monogamous relationship. A lot of community material (blogs included, that use PUA lingo and rhetoric) are mostly based on the short game(I think the new slang is now called "Notch"). The conflict it creates is that now as a guy your basing your standards by some other persons terms of what success is with women and not your own. &lt;b&gt;For instance I remember I use to hit the field hard when I first started back in late 08', I remember talking to a charlatan guru about me going out in the field, meeting new community guys, etc and showing him my field reports. The guy told me "dude your suppose to pull a 100% of the time". The guy then told me I should buy his product but once again he failed to answer basic questions I had on "building rapport". I realized this charlatan didn't have my best interest and just wanted me to spend money on his product&lt;/b&gt; (crazy cause it was after my 3some Lay report which is unheard of for a guy studying game for only 3 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever went out with a community guy? I have(more then one), typically when you first meet one depending on how "Hardcore" he is he will go on and on about theory and try to come of as a guru.&amp;nbsp; Everything he tells you is to get your validation or telling you how good he is and how much he knows about game(blah, blah, blah). I've had guys call me or text me to let me know how their doing infield, hell I have done it myself and still do at times with my wings just to talk shit. I'm not saying all guys do it but this is what happens. If you have a rep then you better "Show and prove". Everything is based on how to get "laid"and not enjoying the experience your gaining. The problem is what if you in it for the "long game" and not just the "tuna" a lot of material covers how to get the "quick lay" (aka SDL/SNL) and crap but what about long term relationships? theory and experience aren't the same, and should not be confused. If you think that the "technique" you use to bang the chick will work in a long term relationship your mistaking. Reason I say this is because a technique can be used to cover a deficiency for instance you can act like your high value, to the nine's but what if you your lifestyle doesn't reflect it? a women is gonna see that and pretty soon think to herself "hey I taught Jim was a guy who wants to travel the world and do stuff instead he sits at home plays witch of war-craft all day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixel-shack.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/you-go-guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="http://pixel-shack.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/you-go-guy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW is for old guys!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was a period were I was so excited to just go home and write the field report, instead of&amp;nbsp; being excited to talk to women! I wanted other guys to gush over my experiences and say "oh wow solo great job". Don't get it twisted though I also wrote to get feedback from other guys on what I needed to work on, however I'm not the only one that felt like this. Here is a quote from a former prominent community member (I can't post his name because he is wildly know by guru's etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" class="tborder" id="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm  not going to lie, there were times when I was thinking EXACTLY how you  described.  There were times when I was more excited about the FR/LR  that I was going to post than I was about the interaction itself.  In  the case of the REDACTED&amp;nbsp; workshop LR I guess it was somewhat  understandable, but it is still backwards thinking.  The idea that we  would be more concerned about how other guys on the internet think about  us than our own fulfillment is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, ever since Mystery showed up in ASF (which BTW was before I was  around) the name of the game became winning the approval of other guys  through your ability to PU chicks.  It depends on two things: 1) A  powerful need for the approval of others and 2) having a set system for  that approval.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system is like a game.  You have agreed upon goals (scoring with  chicks everyone agrees are hot) and a point system based on quantity and  hotness.  For a lot of guys the idea of finding a woman who truly  satisfies them is a confusing concept, so confusing they would rather  focus on something else. But a lot of these same guys are used to  achievement in areas such as sports or academics like the idea of a  point system because they UNDERSTAND it and think "I can DO that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about things like how much you enjoy the time you spend with a  woman or how happy she makes you....or the quality of the sex you have  with her?  These things may ultimately be more satisfying things to  pursue but where is the yardstick with which to measure them?  How can  your fellow PUAs corroborate and assign a point value to them?  They  can't, so out the window they go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I couldn't agree more, this is were bullshit concepts like "ratings" scale come in. First of rating girls puts them in a pedestal, why? you see a hot chick and think to yourself she is a "9". Sub-consciously you have raised her value and now you feel you have to "game" her different. I do the ratings thing as well but I hate doing it cause truth is my scale is different from the next guy, the same scale Rookie uses I probably don't, the same scale that Assanova uses I probably don't. So my scale is simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Yes-no questions asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.Maybe--depending on how drunk I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is there will never be one true universal rating scale. Yet the community insits on this, I have gone out with guys who prefer petite chicks so they rate them higher, I prefer thick chicks or women with curves typically guys will rate them lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQK1c91xXJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6bYcaaTKZg4/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQK1c91xXJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6bYcaaTKZg4/s320/019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a 9.1812^ WHO GIVES A SHIT SHE IS HOT!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My point is ratings are all subjective and pussyaliah based (putting the broad on a pedestal) In the end poster Mister Mcgee from sosuave captures what I'm trying to say down here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" class="tborder" id="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If  you're smart enough and look within to figure yourself out, then you'll  most likely leave this site and become your own man. Why? Because you  realize that you should live life however the fuck you want, and instead  of wondering if it's "acceptable" or not, you realize it's acceptable  so long as you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing by someone else's rules is boring and not worth the time. This  is why people love characters like Dr. House. He's antisocial, has  little to no women in his life, and everyone thinks he's a jerk. But  does that make him a loser? No. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people are as insecure as you used to be, so STOP placing so much  weight on what other people think. Everyone is different, and just  because you aren't like them doesn't make you inadequate. You realize  fitting in is a huge sham, and you'll always fall short in more ways  than one. The most respectable people are those who are their own  person, rather than a successful version of what's deemed acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more important than anyone else. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is an authority, so stop taking everyone so seriously. They're  all just people. They're often wrong, often right, and often not worth  getting your panties into a bunch over. They aren't that valuable unless  you've got a personal relationship with them and can decide if they can  teach you a thing or two.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" class="tborder" id="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td class="alt2"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="alt1" id="td_post_"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trying  to be a player didn't feel right. I began to feel GUILTY about falling  short of the social and sexual demands told to me by people on this  forum. &lt;br /&gt;It's great for weak dudes who have low sense of self and dont value  their own view of the world. By being told how to ideally live, they can  begin CHANGING. Hopefully, along the road, they'll become cool and  secure enough that they can do their own thing, learning that being a  player isn't their thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value who I am more than the player I could have become. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self confidence isn't based on how good of a player I am, how much I  go out against my will, or how successfully I bide by some ruleset (of  any kind).&lt;br /&gt;I realized the reason I was getting into all of these schools of thought  is because I placed so much importance on other people's values. I  needed to build my own foundation of values. Nobody is perfect enough to  impose their beliefs on you and make you feel inadequate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem was that I idolized everyone. Now I idolize myself and the  person I want to become. Instead of trying to measure up to other  people's standards, I'm becoming my own measuring stick. This, I feel,  is the most important thing I've learnt. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My confidence isn't based on anything external, it's based on my strong  sense of self. Trying to impress others makes no sense. By being happy  doing your own thing, and not feeling the need to impress people who  have different standards and viewpoints, you are able to reach your own  heights. You become a fantastic person to live with (Hi geniuses, you  live with yourself for 85-90 years) when you're an inspiration, even to  yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living by your own rules doesn't make you an outcast, it makes the synchronized dancers less valuable. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players and PUAs call it "placing people a podium." I call it idolizing people for no good reason. &lt;br /&gt;Indiana Jones is an idol. Random College Boy is not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" class="tborder" id="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;  Peace Sollie&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" class="tborder" id="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" class="alt1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" class="tborder" id="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="alt2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" class="alt1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4620087128145265344?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4620087128145265344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/fk-community-do-you-realist-shit-i-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4620087128145265344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4620087128145265344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/fk-community-do-you-realist-shit-i-ever.html' title='F**K the community, DO YOU! (a must read)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TQKwSeCNjrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/60FQXiOOHCA/s72-c/aries.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4110139705863057149</id><published>2010-12-09T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:53:25.236-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><title type='text'>Usher's Disaster pt 3</title><content type='html'>I really didn’t have much time to dwell on Jess because shortly after Shay and Usher came through. Shay was looking tired and Usher looked distraught, we started walking to one of the premier clubs in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude you alright?” I ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No man, I got over 60 text messages, and a bunch of&amp;nbsp; missed calls, everyone is pissed at me, I feel so overwhelmed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It will be alright” I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I knew I was lying, Usher fucked up plain and simple, as we entered the club he looked like he was about to cry. We got free wrist bands(no VIP) and walked in, sure enough shortly after we walk in Jess text’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you?” she ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Somewhere were people know me” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should come over here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You gonna act like you know me this time?”(at this point I’m still giving her a chance to apologize and redeem herself, I should have said something else though for her to chase me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You acted like you ain’t know me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about? I taught you were right behind us’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ugh not diss me like you did in front of your friends that was super disrespectful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I really don’t know you that well”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever have a nice night deuces” (no Chris brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point It’s a “charge”&amp;nbsp; I was pissed, typical&amp;nbsp; women attitude of “Oh I didn’t do something wrong” what got me heated though was she was trying to justify her disrespect, maybe I need to hit up PaulTheking for some more textng lessons cause God knows I need it.&amp;nbsp; Romany was talking to every girl in sight, there was some kid making out with this girl and Romany was like “I’m gonna snatch her watch”. I really didn’t know why&amp;nbsp; he would want sloppy seconds. RJ meanwhile was hollering at every girl as well but he was so drunk and un-calibrated it was amazing to see him still get numbers. While the guys that were drunk were having the most fun the sober guys were choding around. Shay and I just stood there, I felt really lame and danced here and there, there was cute chick with&amp;nbsp; curly hair dancing not far away. I was to afraid to approach and kept rationalizing especially when I saw other guys trying go up to her group and get shut down. I told Shay about it he said “dude just go in, don’t even think”, but it was to late I was stuck in my head. Bilo was drunk&amp;nbsp; and was dancing with the Asian girl from the bus. Next thing I know he is making out with her and grinding her like he was trying to have sex it wasn’t pretty especially since he was trying to get Shay or I to grind her from the back while he was grinding her from the front(ugh no train action for me thanks unless its two chicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five minutes before closing time, RJ, Mo and I left. I told Romany, Shay and Bilo as well but they didn’t immediately follow us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fucking wait up guys” I say angrily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who the fuck you talking too?” asked MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you motherfuckers, hold the fuck up and lets wait for these guys”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated this night was not how it was suppose to be, Mo and I got into a little heated argument. I apologized a bit later for my tantrum. Shay, Bilo and Romany make it in&amp;nbsp; time, the bus pulls up. A bunch of people are already waiting at the sex shop. We get in, there are far less people on the bus then before, you actually had room to lay down if you wanted.. Usher wasn’t one of the people on the bus.&amp;nbsp; The mood was tiring, Romany kept talking about “bitches” and I guess some girls found offense in that and mini-argument broke out. One guy was trying to hit on this fine ass girl but no mass. What was odd is he lost his earring and the girl made him&amp;nbsp; take his shirt of to see if it got lost in there (yeah right). We got to the mall, and decided to do some late night grubbing at Perkins. The whole night Romany is talking about how “one of my bitches better pick up they phone, once I go home and charge mines” so he can smash funny thing 5:00 am by the time we get home. As soon as we get home, within 5 minutes everyone is passed out on the couches or my floor. I go to my room and&amp;nbsp; pass out as well, what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried texting/calling Usher&amp;nbsp; a couple times thereafter but he didn’t respond,&amp;nbsp; I figured to give him a week or two to get his shit sorted out. It wasn’t pretty for him people left a bunch of messages on face book on how he left him hanging, the nicest or shortest face book message to say the least was “you’re a faggot” eventually Usher cleaned his facebook up and send everyone a message stating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;FIRST OF ALL YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO ME LAST NIGHT!!! I AM  PISSED!!! THE COMPANY I GOT THE PARTY BUS FROM DIDN'T GIVE ME ENOUGH  BUSSES!!! I DIDN'T MAKE IT TO ALL MY DESTINATIONS BECAUSE OF IT AND PLUS  SOMEONE STOLE MY CELL SO, I COULDN'T GET IN TOUCH WITH THE PARTY BUS  THAT I HAD!!! I AM TRULY SORRY ABOUT SATURDAY NIGHT AND I HOPE YOU DON'T  THINK I AM FULLY TO BLAME FOR WHAT HAPPENED!!! A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE  PISSED AT ME!       &lt;/blockquote&gt;I honestly don’t blame the people  for being pissed at him, he screwed a lot of people over, one girl  wrote a message about how she waited in the cold (10 degrees, ouch)for  two hours. Kind of dumb if you ask me, there is no way I would wait for  someone that long if&amp;nbsp; I didn’t get a call or even a text. I am not mad  at Usher cause I knew who/what I was dealing with and hell even knew  deep down that things would go south. Chris wasn’t pissed at me, we  patched things up and he understood. Romany never did get “one of his  bitches” to come that night. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/jay-photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/jay-photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What you need to do is find you a bunch of hoodrats, and knock'em down"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/Osnapz22/038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/Osnapz22/038.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me dude does not look like Romany Malcoy with dreads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4110139705863057149?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4110139705863057149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/ushers-disaster-pt-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4110139705863057149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4110139705863057149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/ushers-disaster-pt-3.html' title='Usher&apos;s Disaster pt 3'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-5719635851271335287</id><published>2010-12-08T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:35:22.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><title type='text'>Usher's Disaster Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/ushers-disaster-pt-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Read Part 1 Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7H8JoVCRdco?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7H8JoVCRdco?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"So dude you coming to my party bus right?" asked Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man I saw something on Fackbook is it really $5 bucks?" I asked skeptically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah man, I worked something out with this bus company,basically I get to use their bus man, we just gotta stop at this bar near downtown, that's the only requirement, all you can drink for $10 at the bar. $5 to get in the bus that's my rent money man" said Usher laughingly at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn fam, that's a hell of deal is that the only catch, you sure?" I asked again not believing this deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah man, I got a connect this is gonna be legit, I was suppose to get two buses, but now I can only get one i got two hundred people coming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How you gonna get two hundred people on a bus Usher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You let me worry about that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation took place two days before the bus party. Heck, I called Usher many times because I was skeptical knowing his track record. Now I was on the bus and these people wouldn't leave, there was lot of yelling and confusion. RJ , Romany and Bilo leave the bus, as does my boy Shay. I should leave with them, I mean I knew the plan, and it's obvious these people didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it" I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lot of yelling going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man I ain't leaving this damn bus man, nobody said this" I heard some passenger scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hop of the bus and walk inside the bar, inside it was completely different world, it was a huge place damn near empty and people were chilling having drinks, it was kind of redne. I saw AJ sitting there with Romany having a drink as well as his homie Tuck and our mutual friend Mo. Usher was talking to a chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude what's going on?" I ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were trying to get the people of the bus, its part of the plan" said Usher looking worried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back on the bus and the bus driver was still telling people to get of. My phone was vibrating it was my friend Chris. I told Chris about one of the pick up points that the bus would stop at to pick people up, the fact that we are full and now are held up is not a good sign.&amp;nbsp; I went back in because there was no sense going back to the bus. Then I saw a bunch of people get of and walk to the door to get in the bar but they never came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People don't have their ID's and some are underage" said a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I saw Usher talking to the promoter girl and she looked like she was about to cry. This was not good, not good at all, Shay got some chicken fingers and fries and I just munched of his plate. The fact of the matter is no one knew what was going on, when half these people probably didn't even know Usher and just tagged along cause its a good deal (you know friends inviting friends). The bus driver was trying to get the people of still but it didn't work. I looked at my cell phone time, it was already 10:30pm and we had missed two stops, this wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man we gotta stick to the schedule I'm staying here at the bar" Romany proclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was decided that those that wanted to stay on the bus would be taking downtown, and that those who wanted to stay and chill at the bar would be picked up. However I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about all those people waiting at the other stops?" I asked the bus driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't got room in the bus for them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a handful of people stayed, Shay and Romany being two of them,&amp;nbsp; Usher was one of the people that stayed also. We get downtown, and my mood lifts a bit. The bus driver is yelling at everyone that he will pick them up at 2 am at a popular sex store downtown. I text Chris but no response back, he must be pissed, I taught on the flip-side I'm also getting text from Jess. Jess is a girl I met a few weeks ago downtown she is a teacher. Jess was on a party bus herself it was smaller though, we had been texting each other to keep each other posted on our whereabouts., I figured if I couldn't pull anything then she was a sure bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a big group it was RJ, Bilo, Tuck and I. We tried getting into this popular bar, but RJ was stumbling all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He can't get in" the bouncer said coolly there were some cops nearby watching RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed at RJ and thinking to myself "how did he get so drunk?" We walk to a pizza place and I recognized lot of people of the bus were there eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo Tuck we gotta get some smokes for Bilo" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to pissed to deal with RJ at the moment, Tuck said cool. Bilo and I walked into the a smoke store and he bought some cigs. We then walk into the bar real quick, that wouldn't let RJ in.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to check it out. Sure enough it was empty. I make a half ass approach asking a girl what she is drinking no dice. Dance with a married chick real quick downstairs, but she is married. When we get back into the pizza place, Mo is chilling and RJ is mumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm OK" RJ stammers, he was barley coherent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where Did Tuck go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think he in da bathroom" said RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to piss myself so I walk in the bathroom, I don't see Tuck. When we leave the bar I text him. No response. I'm a bit worried "Where could he be?" I then go out and decide "Fuck this" there is no way I'm babysitting RJ the whole night, I walk to a near bar by myself. I get a text from Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a cab home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed, why would he take a cab when we just got downtown? it didn't make any sense and was foolish. The night was&amp;nbsp; beginning to turn into a disaster and I needed to make sure I was at that sex shop at 2 am so I had a ride home, as well as my homies. I walk in the bar and Bilo and RJ met me shortly thereafter. RJ is just hitting on any girl in sight on a drunk stupor. I start to dance my ass of on the dance floor but then the DJ plays some gay ass song and I stop. I hate it when DJ's do that, they play one or two great songs then a string of wack ones. I just couldn't get into it anymore. I was getting text from Shay saying they were on their way. Chris wasn't responding to my text anymore. I also was texting Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey I'm gonna be at Club E"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll meet you there" I responded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club E was right next to the club we were gonna meet Shay at. At this point Usher wasn't responding to any of my text either. I wasn't surprised he probably had 50 or so people doing the same thing and those are the people that were waiting for him, I kind of felt bad but I perked up knowing I would see Jess. Her bus then pulled up it was tiny shuttle bus, compared to ours it probably seated 20 people at most. Her friends walk out and then I see her, I give her a big hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How you doing?" I ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good and you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jess do you know him?" a friend cuts in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I don't" she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't" she says this in a semi-serious/joking way and walks in the club with her friends. Then she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time though she is already halfway in the club, and I had been officially dissed by Jess, Great what else can go wrong tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/Osnapz22/027-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/Osnapz22/027-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lose my mind!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;To Be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5719635851271335287?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5719635851271335287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/ushers-disaster-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5719635851271335287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5719635851271335287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/12/ushers-disaster-pt-2.html' title='Usher&apos;s Disaster Pt 2'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7032221481589255620</id><published>2010-12-06T03:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T03:47:04.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><title type='text'>Usher's Disaster PT 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/Osnapz22/002-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/Osnapz22/002-8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bus is here" said Bilo on the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, Romany and I were a 5 minute walk away, we started running in the mall, a security guard looks at us and says "please no running". So we stop, we were looking for extra cups for the kegger that would be on the bus, we didn't find none so well just have to make do with 59 plastic cubs we got. We started running again once we saw we were clear form the Paul Blart mall cop lady, it amazes me how fast Alex could run in heels its kind of sexy to be honest, I wouldn't mind teaching her a thing or two, too bad she has a boyfriend. We made it, Usher stood outside, in a black wife beater, looking like he stepped out of a magazine as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude your gonna be hot in that sweater man" He told me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I ignore that statement, he came through, there it was, a big&amp;nbsp; bus with green writing on it. I showed Usher I had the cups, and he told me I didn't have to pay the $5 to get in. I walked in the bus and couldn't believe it. It was huge seated like a limo with benches around it, it had a stripper pole in the front and a kegger in the back. There a bunch of people already seated, it was already getting full, I went towards the back, and people started stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey dude can I get a cup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand out a plastic cup to a dude, next thing I know I got 10 more people asking me. Typical&amp;nbsp; of Usher plan a party bus with a kegger but no cups. I realized then I was a hot commodity. I was passing out cup's here and there as well as talking to the female clientele.&amp;nbsp; There was this hot red head, who looked familiar, she was my type curves, cute face, and a red head. I started talking to her doing a bit of a push n pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww no have we met?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah we have actually"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then turn my back to her and talk to other people, a few minutes later her blond friend ask me for a cup and so does the red head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you should get me some beer" she says (obvious shit test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gave you the cup you get your own beer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hook people up with cups and beer(Red Hed included, hey Paultheking do I get pass for this one? lol)people kept asking me for cups. I started getting hooked up with shots of vodka I could feel myself getting buzzed real fast. Next thing I know Trey Songs is blaring through the speakers and the whole bus is going nuts reciting the lyrics to "Bottoms up". Next thing you know I started dancing with this chick, and ugh give her a lap dance. I'm getting a pretty good buzz, they play the song later on again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6460269a61b87a7f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6460269a61b87a7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400296%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72723D0074732274051E9073AD5CCE5528E657CE.24562AF1E01226D0AF2304E18E14CAD8749A55D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6460269a61b87a7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrCce5-WS2c2FuiBSQR2UdQKUwdY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6460269a61b87a7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400296%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72723D0074732274051E9073AD5CCE5528E657CE.24562AF1E01226D0AF2304E18E14CAD8749A55D2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6460269a61b87a7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrCce5-WS2c2FuiBSQR2UdQKUwdY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Girls started dancing getting into it, next thing I know I see this Asian chick just going bonkers, hanging on the railing her "bom boms" are bouncing up and down like she is doing semi-pull ups, RJ is sitting next to her like "it's whatever". I'm thinking to myself how come RJ is always by the freakiest broads?&amp;nbsp; There so many chicks and I'm just showing the whole bus love so it doesn't look like I'm just talking to one chick. Disappointingly the red head isn't digging me, but I don't care to many chicks to worry about one, I just mack harder on her friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We get to another stop pick up more people, were on the North side, and the North side is hood. The bus is crowded and now you can't move, not even dance on the stripper pole (lame). I was expecting a fight to break out cause of close proximity but everything is cool.&amp;nbsp; People are smoking that herbery in the back and then that Yeezy song comes on and the whole bus loses it's damn mind. I'm just chilling talking to this chubby Mexican chick next to me, her boyfriend is getting jealous but I'm just talking to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Dude stop fucking talking to my girl"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Man chill I ain't hitting on your girl" I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She then chides him for talking to me, two mintues later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"Dude I'm sorry for yelling at you its just she is so hot and I'm jealous"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't know whether to laugh or not (cause she was not hot) I just give him daps and tell him again I'm just a dude who talks to everyone. We Stop at this bar called Station 208,&amp;nbsp; the bus driver is telling everyone to get off, next thing I know the whole bus is going crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TPyl5_a9EaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fgRPfJ41EiA/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TPyl5_a9EaI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fgRPfJ41EiA/s640/021.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom Bom's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TPQNfE3l9hI/AAAAAAAAATc/vW5TmNVZymY/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TPQNfE3l9hI/AAAAAAAAATc/vW5TmNVZymY/s640/052.JPG" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-3669424933219036453?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/3669424933219036453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/poll-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3669424933219036453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/3669424933219036453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/poll-results.html' title='Poll Results'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TPQNfE3l9hI/AAAAAAAAATc/vW5TmNVZymY/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-1954400637005580326</id><published>2010-11-22T11:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:44:51.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guru&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Myths about foreign women (Videos)</title><content type='html'>I've been watching this guys videos, he is a pseudo-guru by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhYn30CnlnQ"&gt;Winston Wu&lt;/a&gt; (click the link if you wanna laugh, hard) Who is heavily pushing the Dating abroad/Anti-U.S propaganda, what makes him unique though is that he has traveled in various places and records his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4lcaKIZEgY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;escapades&lt;/a&gt;. What always irks me is the same guys who say women suck in our great nation, also deep down have a hatred for the country, not all guys do it but a lot, especially this "Wu" character who blames his failures on dating on feminism when he has lack of game, being out of shape, and jobless. This is a "lesson" Video of him dealing with a Russian gold digger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="mainmenu"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cgc2qdAgqoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cgc2qdAgqoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Seeing this video there few things wrong, his constant "Katya worship" saying how beautiful she is, his lack of game, etc, no wonder he got duped. Is it Alpha to go to another country just for the tail? What's the point if you still don't have game and get ran for your pockets? If you watched the whole video, this is an example of a true Simp getting ran for his pockets. I mean dinners, Italian boots, purses(uugggh) the guy would have been better staying in the states and tricking on a chick here then traveling to Russia and getting played.&amp;nbsp; The guy isn't the greatest looking guy(from his videos he needs a GQ makeover ASAP, and how to dress yourself class 101), from watching his various videos he is as simpish(beta) as they come telling his girlfriend "I love you" every 5 minutes like a vagina-whipped simp(barf), and comes of as a creeper (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhYn30CnlnQ"&gt;2:27-3:05 mark)&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;b&gt;What's even more hilarious is this guy is anti-game, and speaks down on PU but its obvious that he needs it!&lt;/b&gt; It doesn't matter if your in the USA or not, if women can tell your a sucker, they will play you for one(contrary to popular beliefs gold diggers reside everywhere). I remember when i was in sales a few years ago, I was talking to this contractor. The guy was Hillbilly and redneck as you could get. I mean 11 in the morning drunk of fosters redneck(true story). The guy was talking about his escapades in Thailand and showed pictures of his "bride to be". From talking to this guy I knew instantly why he needed to go to Thailand to find a wife, not the brightest bulb in the box, no social skills and an alcoholic (anyone who drinks and drives at 11 in the morning has problems). The truth is that in 2010 I've read more in blogs about&amp;nbsp; foreign women then any other topic (yawn), but what guys don't tell you is, a lot of these these chicks are looking to get paid or get a green card to come over here. My point with this post is there two sides to every coin, sure the grass is greener on the under side but there still are snakes and crickets underneath, &lt;u&gt;it takes awareness/game to find a quality chick &lt;/u&gt;and newsflash it doesn't matter if your in Russia, or in Seattle, something that Eddie Murphy saw coming before blogging existed!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq8nUyO-0SY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq8nUyO-0SY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to Eddie but the guy is a genius for "Raw", there so many nuggets of great game in that movie/comedy.(yup 23 years later), Eddie saw it back in 87' and sadly what he said back then still applies now NEXT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-1954400637005580326?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/1954400637005580326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/myths-about-foreign-women.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1954400637005580326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1954400637005580326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/myths-about-foreign-women.html' title='Myths about foreign women (Videos)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-689657490256766007</id><published>2010-11-19T07:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:40:50.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><title type='text'>My review on "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" by Joshua Harris</title><content type='html'>A year ago a friend told me about this book called "I kissed dating  Goodbye" by Joshua Harris. The book is faith based, and came out about  15 years ago. Basically the book is about how the author took himself  out "The Game" and instead of dating is doing courtship(friends, deep  friends, courting, then marriage). I didn't read the book back then  because I taught to myself "ugh yeah, sure" I mean I knew already if it  was a christian book it would go against the lifestyle I was living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:9F0RCDNKyuUd-M:http://a4.vox.com/6a00fad6b022cf000500fa96a442340003-500pi&amp;amp;t=1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:9F0RCDNKyuUd-M:http://a4.vox.com/6a00fad6b022cf000500fa96a442340003-500pi&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Gulp*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the book in the bottom of one of my moving boxes and  started reading it. Harris ideas would be considered radical by many  today, for instance. He believes that dating doesn't work because people  aren't honest with their intentions and dating just to have fun. When  dating (or Courtship) as he calls it, should lead to marriage. While  Harris brings up good points like divorce being high, and people going  into relationship with selfish reasons, and being a man or women of the  ultimate highest standards. I struggled with the whole "Courtship",  process. The author talks about friendship before dating, which I agree  with to a point (to often people just jump into something physical)  however he says that while your friends you can't tell the girl you like  her or indicate any sort of "romantic feelings" eeerm, yeah ok. It just  seemed to me that even though he doesn't say "dating is bad" outright  (actually he says it isn't, but what are your intentions) it just felt  like he was anti-dating. The author is big on "sexual purity" (he was a  virgin when he wrote it, married to his wife now of 10+ years) and how  relationships fail because they become physical to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what your thinking, "WTF?" however consider this, not to  long ago Harris views wouldn't have been looked at as "radical" or  "backwards". There was a time were "Courting" a women was the norm, so  was waiting till you got married to have sex. However times have  changed, and now to people sex is looked as a "scratch on the back"  according to Harris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book made me question a lot of things about myself,  for instance what are my motives with girls? I've moved on past trying  to get "notches". After you have had as many as you I've had (espeically  in the last two years) you grow indifferent. Let's be honest here,  "Dating" does suck, if it didn't the community wouldn't exist, and  people like Harris wouldn't be writing books about it. Is there more  then reading/writing field reports of guys hooking up with easy women?  are there any guys who actually have successful relationships or even  *GULP* marriages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading blogs/forums you would think that if a guy gets into a serious relationship it's wrong. My question has always been, &lt;b&gt;what's the point of learning game if it's not to be the best man you can be?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; One of my mentors Guru1000 always kept it basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Become a successful guy(not just with money but also physically)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Go only after high interested girls and girls of the highest quality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Learn Frame control, and how to qualify women, don't be afraid to "next" a girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The biggest thing though is,&lt;b&gt; "don't  expect something from a women you don't expect of yourself&lt;/b&gt;". Sounds  simple enough, however if that's the case, why do so many men complain  that how much women suck or they can't find a quality girl? I truly  believe it's cause a lot of guys are trying to use "Game" as the only  thing you need to be successful (this is why you always see "looks  threads" in forums). In the words of Guru "If Men spent their time improving their overall value rather than learning &lt;i&gt;game&lt;/i&gt;, they would be far more successful in attracting a complementary harem." or in my opinion women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I know I've got of topic but my  point is that the book made me question my motives with women, and why  "Dating" for me has been a nightmare, even with all the game I've  learned in the last couple years, a lot of women of haven't met the  standards that I deep down desire in a mate, maybe because I haven't  been following those standards myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. I rate this book 3.5 out of 5 stars, Harris is a easy read but he needs to explain his courtship better, and He did in his second book "Boy meets girl", I'll read that and post a review on that soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-689657490256766007?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/689657490256766007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-review-on-i-kissed-dating-goodbye-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/689657490256766007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/689657490256766007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-review-on-i-kissed-dating-goodbye-by.html' title='My review on &quot;I Kissed Dating Goodbye&quot; by Joshua Harris'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-3014212995503490986</id><published>2010-11-18T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:32:00.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><title type='text'>Another Poll for my readers</title><content type='html'>Just curious what my readers think (all 10 people lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.micropoll.com/a/MicroPoll?id=334689"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.micropoll.com/a/mpview/1031449-334689"&amp;gt;Click Here for Poll&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.questionpro.com" title="online survey"&amp;gt;Online Survey&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.surveyanalytics.com/conjoint" title="Conjoint Analysis"&amp;gt;Conjoint Analysis&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt; 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 the thread basically was about the guy, studying in his dorm room when a  black guy walked by reciting some rap lyrics. The OP got annoyed and  made a post about it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial response was  "Why ask the board, Why not ask the person in question, instead of  making a reverse racists thread about it?", you see the problem is when  you read something you gotta read it in the context and what the author  is trying to say. Even though the author found it annoying the fact that  he had to add "Black people" in the titled blew the thread up to a  different argument, funny part was the guy was like "I don't hate black  people I have black friends" (something Whites always say to make it  seem OK to say that, it's the same as black people saying&amp;nbsp; "Is it cause  I'm black?" card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of if someone is rapping who  gives a flying 747 F***? as long as they ain't disrespecting you, the  original thread was deleted (funny how the Uber-conservative&amp;nbsp; powers  that be trying to cover it up) However my beef isn't with the OP (who  later apologized and explained himself in another thread ) it's with  closed minded conservatives who say stupid shit like this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8880416176989763757&amp;amp;postID=7319390956492874965" id="AdBriteInlineAd_hip" name="AdBriteInlineAd_hip" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; color: #006600; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;Hip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8880416176989763757&amp;amp;postID=7319390956492874965" id="AdBriteInlineAd_Hop" name="AdBriteInlineAd_Hop" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; color: #006600; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;hop&lt;/a&gt; culture is for lowlifes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a culture of blaming other people for your problems and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8880416176989763757&amp;amp;postID=7319390956492874965" id="AdBriteInlineAd_hating" name="AdBriteInlineAd_hating" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; color: #006600; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;hating&lt;/a&gt; everyone, while creating this delusional fantasy that you are the king of the trashpile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  I have never understood rap, for this reason: if your life is so bad,   and you are so angry or whatever, why wallow in it? Why not &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8880416176989763757&amp;amp;postID=7319390956492874965" id="AdBriteInlineAd_listen" name="AdBriteInlineAd_listen" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; color: #006600; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt;   to something that lifts you up instead of shoving your face in a  toilet  and singing about how much you love it? If all you're going to  do is  revile and complain, then you don't deserve to find happiness and   advance in life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8880416176989763757&amp;amp;postID=7319390956492874965" id="AdBriteInlineAd_Hip" name="AdBriteInlineAd_Hip" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; color: #006600; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;Hip&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8880416176989763757&amp;amp;postID=7319390956492874965" id="AdBriteInlineAd_hop" name="AdBriteInlineAd_hop" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; color: #006600; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;hop&lt;/a&gt;   is also largely responsible for the lack of character in our society. I   don't have to work hard, sacrifice, and be of service to get what I   want; that stuff is for dorks. Instead, I cultivate a weak, childish and   unmanly mentality of "give it to me NOW", then convince you how cool  it  is to be like me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I also believe that hip hop makes you stupid. They take three notes and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8880416176989763757&amp;amp;postID=7319390956492874965" id="AdBriteInlineAd_play" name="AdBriteInlineAd_play" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; color: #006600; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;play&lt;/a&gt;   them over, and over, and over, in the same pattern for 3 minutes. It   certainly doesn't require a genius to write these songs, but it takes an   idiot to enjoy them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; That's all I'm gonna say about that.--Julius Seizeher (a self admitted conservative)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip-Hop  is played almost everywhere, in clubs, bars, sports venues, radio  stations, in movies, etc, to say it's for lowlifes is one of the most  dumbest and ignorant statements I've heard. To say that Hip-hop is all  about "blaming" someone else for your troubles is absurd, the same logic  can be said for Rock, Country, hell even Pop. When you hear a break up  song, either the singer blames himself or blames the girl, when you hear  a song on struggles there is always a victim, most songs whether  Hip-hop or not tell a story, it's Human nature to not want to accept  blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second paragraph is spoken like a true  conservative, the problem with this guy's argument is that he is talking  about a sector of Hip-Hop and trying to group it as a whole. Obviously  this guy never listened to Immortal Technique, Kanye West, BoB,Wale,  J-Cole, Drake, Joe Budden, Lupe Fiasco, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, Nas, Jin,  JayElectronica, Drake, Common Sense or most of Underground Hip-Hop etc.  Hip-Hop isn't a 100% to blame for the lack of character in society(hell  not even 50%), the people and the media are. The people first of all for  letting shit get this bad, living immorally, and not holding the media  accountable for the bullshit it portrays. Among other things which i  won't get into and the media for pupating ignorance to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your listening to main stream Hip-Hop or the latest &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8u6EodZseg"&gt;"Swag Music movement"&lt;/a&gt; then yeah I agree a lot of it is hot trash&lt;/b&gt;(I  still listen to it though, to it though can't avoid in clubs) the thing  is aruginig with Anti-Hip-hop people is like a black guy arguing with  Hitler or a KKK member about race there is no point of me arguing with  him, for 1. He speaks in absolutes and generalizations typical of  conservatives who don't know shit about Hip-Hop music or the culture but what they perceive from the media instead of doing their own  research 2. It's understood he thinks of people who listen to this Music  as "bottom of the barrel". This is idiotic many people who are on top  of the "barrel" listen to Hip-Hop, not just movie stars/famous people,  but renowned college professors (Michael Eric Dyson, Harvard Professor  Cornel West) even the president has admitted to listening to  Hip-Hop(Jay-z and Lil Wayne), and last I checked being the most powerful man in the free world is far from "being a lowlife" or "bottom  of the barrel". To quote&amp;nbsp; Grim LeRouge from a Nas forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hip  Hop is one of the best things that ever happened to society. It's  had  the greatest impact on cross-cultural relations. It's like sports,  all  races enjoy it and have heroes within it. Whereas other music before   Hip Hop was largely segregated.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't  say it's the best thing that ever happened to society but I can't  disagree either with the next line of greatest impact on cross-cultural  relations. No other genre (besides Pop music, thanks mostly to Michael Jackson, RIP) has been able to transcend into different countries and  connect cultures the way Hip-hop has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't voted yet for the &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-you-think.html"&gt;2010 Field Tribute&lt;/a&gt; please vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4492179637179046390?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4492179637179046390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/hip-hop-and-closed-minded-conservatives.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4492179637179046390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4492179637179046390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/hip-hop-and-closed-minded-conservatives.html' title='Hip-Hop and closed minded Conservatives'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-5569198616173289080</id><published>2010-11-13T01:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:10:30.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><title type='text'>What you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.micropoll.com/a/MicroPoll?id=330403"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;div&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.micropoll.com/a/mpview/1031449-330403"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Click Here for Poll&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.questionpro.com" title="online survey"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Online Survey&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;BR&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.surveyanalytics.com/conjoint" title="Conjoint Analysis"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Conjoint Analysis&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;BR&amp;amp;amp;gt; | &amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.micropoll.com" title="Polls"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Polls&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;BR&amp;amp;amp;gt; | &amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.contactpro.com" title="email marketing"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Email Marketing&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;BR&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;BR&amp;amp;amp;gt; | &amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.ideascale.com/feedback-tab.html" title="Feedback Tab"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Feedback Tab&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;BR&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.micropoll.com/a/MicroPoll?mode=html&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=330403"&amp;amp;amp;gt;View MicroPoll&amp;amp;amp;lt;/A&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/div&amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no it won't be the cheesy techno crap that you usually see. It be similar to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/viabwVBYObs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/viabwVBYObs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-5569198616173289080?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/5569198616173289080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5569198616173289080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/5569198616173289080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-you-think.html' title='What you think?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-8095511335661582025</id><published>2010-10-29T02:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T03:52:32.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitty Kat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><title type='text'>18+ Clubs Is where It's @!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv1NFTA7fAk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yv1NFTA7fAk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my boy  "Kitty Kat" out to a club, he had never been, there was a lot of shit  talking on his end. Before we even get to the club he shows up to my  house high as kite (come on son) we sober him up a bit and get him some  grub. It was just him and I. We get there, and it's cold as motherfu... I  mean 36 degrees cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer outside says he can  get us in VIP for $20 each, I was a bit antsy cause I knew Kat's  license was expired plus $20 was a good deal, I jumped on it. We get  inside I haven't been in this club on a Thursday for a long, long ass  time. Going back I had a lot of sweet memories doing my "social circle"  experiment gaming. We ran into two blondes upstairs both of them cute,  one was a 7 a bit drunk the other an 8.5 easily. We say hi real quick I  introduce Kat as "my friend from cali who is visiting" I always pull  something like that. Later&amp;nbsp; on we run into them again and I converse  with the 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blond: "So whats your name?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo: "My name is Big daddy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blond: "Is that what your parents call you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo: "naw that's what the naughty girls call me blah blah blah something about spanking"(I say these nonchalantly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she looks at me then tells her friends what I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blond "you are such a player" (wtf this is the second time in a week that I got this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo: "It takes one to know one"(I say slyly she looks at me shocked but with a smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Probably  coulda gone better, but I really don't remember all that was said. We  dance and it's obvious my chick is sloshed, but she is so nice, and her  body is so tight. Kitty Kat was dancing with the hottie doing his thing  or trying too. The chicks end up going somewhere kat # closes his. We go  outside and there is a barrages of hotties coming out.Young chicks are  very tight, not sloppy like their old counter-parts. I really wonder if  the guys who write blogs who say women suck ever been to a 18+ venue? if  not they need to go there ASAP, tits are upright, even some of the UG's  looked ok, it's a different world. Some chicks are bumming for a  cigarette her name is "Dubz" or some shit, there's some "light" shit  talking going on with a chick and I. She is being a smart ass, I say  something slick back, honestly as I type this i don't even remember what  was said. some other broad trying as well. Ran into Usher, and I tell  him "yo this is this kids first time, show him how it's done" Kat was  just so excited to number close the chick and stuff. I looked at him how  many times have I number closed chicks? tons I can't remember the last  time I was that excited though.&amp;nbsp; There was a interval were I lost Kat  and was looking for him, saw a hot ass blond walking by, I was so  shocked then I got excited and started spazzing out. I haven't seen that  hot of a selection in awhile. Was rationalizing approaching to myslef  half the time ("its to loud")couple chicks I could have approached I  didn't though. I just don't feel nightclubs anymore to loud and you just  can't hear chicks, but i digress I was being a puss making excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMpxv2Wc-QI/AAAAAAAAATU/WNbpLIrjvv4/s400/012.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usher giving Kat some pointers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall  it was a ok night we left the club by one, just glad that Kat enjoyed  himself. Nothing spectacular to write home about, except that 18+ is  were it's at, the caliber of the hotties is top notch but you gonna have  to look good or have a tight social circle and right now I'm ass'd out  on both, eeeh. I truly felt old going there, no offense to white guys  reading this, but if you are a white guy who knows how to dance and by  dancing I mean know how to move to a girls speed when she is grinding  with you, your ahead of 75% of guys out there, a lot of white guys don't  know how to even to the basic grinding, it just looked really awkward  seeing a girl grind the hell out of a guy and him trying to keep up of  beat, it was an epic fail&amp;nbsp; to be honest and I noticed that with a lot of  the "white brothers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you have a nice weekend, happy Halloween&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-8095511335661582025?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/8095511335661582025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/18-clubs-is-where-its.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8095511335661582025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8095511335661582025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/18-clubs-is-where-its.html' title='18+ Clubs Is where It&apos;s @!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMpxv2Wc-QI/AAAAAAAAATU/WNbpLIrjvv4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-8970922980361158070</id><published>2010-10-27T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T19:02:13.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single mom'/><title type='text'>So you wanna date a Single Mommy? read this first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If your dating a single mother, or are all about the "mommies" this post ain't for you, move on, or better yet read this shit and smell the coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of, when I write blogs, I'm just sharing with yall my experiences from the field or dealing with these chicks. I don't consider myself an authority figure but a man just passing on his experiences, I try to be objective but a lot of times my bias come in due to my experiences and POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be straight to the point, Single mothers are out there now in epic proportions, doesn't mater black/white. &lt;u&gt;If your a single guy with no kids don't date them seriously&lt;/u&gt;. If you do I'll tell you some warning signs. These are my experiences after dealing with nearly a 100+ mommies (some I smashed most I didn't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baggage issues&lt;/b&gt;--Single mothers have more baggage issues then the single chick. Not only mentally but also physically at times. I've met single mothers who besides the kid have some other family or work issues as well. Her having a kid some will use sex against you as an excuse not to put out These ones are the ones were you hit the eject button asap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby Daddy drama&lt;/b&gt;--Her babydaddy issues will always come up, whether he is an Ex-husband or some guy she was just messing with. These issues you don't have to deal with. Plus if the guy ever decided to get serious, she may give him another chance leaving you in the dust. Do you really wanna hear about why her Ex/BD isn't paying child support? I got Nexted by SM because I didn't care to listen to her divorce problem. "Sorry babe but I don't wanna hear that shit"&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single moms can be hoes too&lt;/b&gt;--I use to think Single mothers, were "wholesome" and ready to settle down. some single mothers are cool and are very ready to settle down but some single mothers are just as hoiesh or even more hoeish then Single chicks. One of the last single mothers I talked to made no qualms about always having 3 booty calls on tap, come to find out she has had HPV (the warts kind) needless to say I didn't hit it NEXT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMhUVMLJCeI/AAAAAAAAATM/r8V0ZZoJ1VA/s1600/b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flake-a-Rama&lt;/b&gt;-They will flake on you more then other chicks, because last minute situations will pop up. this can be very frustrating especially if your a single guy with no kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entitlement issues&lt;/b&gt;--Some single mothers feel their entitled to "prince charming", and think their on the same level on the dating pool as single chicks with no kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll always be number 2&lt;/b&gt;--her kid/kids will come first, she won't be able to just go out one night or go on trips. Her whole week is scheduled around her "lil man" or "lil munchkin"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Replacement daddy-&lt;/b&gt;-even if she says she isn't sub-consciously she is always looking for a Replacement Daddy. Do you wanna take care of another dudes responsibility?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Think I'm fronting? take it from &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=178965"&gt;5string&lt;/a&gt; a guy who was married to a SM for 25 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you straight up and you other guys better listen. I  married a single mom. Was with her for 25 yrs before I kicked her out  and divorced her. What they say on here is true. Her kids always came  first and I came second despite the fact that I stepped up and took care  of them. I gave them a good home, it cost me financially and I really  paid my dues. I received little in return. All I was in the end was a  paycheck. It was the biggest AFC thing I had ever done. It took the best  years of my life from me and I can never get that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for you guys that get the ol oneitis for a single mom, don't fuckin  go there. You will pay dearly brothers. Too much damage and baggage that  you don't need. I cannot emphasize this enough. Take this advice to  heart and let it sink in deeply. &lt;b&gt;Don't get emotionally involved with single mothers. Because in the end when it's over, something will be missing....your soul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-8970922980361158070?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/8970922980361158070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-you-wanna-date-single-mommy-read.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8970922980361158070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/8970922980361158070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-you-wanna-date-single-mommy-read.html' title='So you wanna date a Single Mommy? read this first!'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-26997727834096794</id><published>2010-10-22T13:54:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:13:13.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>Solo's got a story</title><content type='html'>I was chilling playing "Game Cube" last night, this chick I've been talking to, wanted me to go out with her, she even was gonna pick me up and buy me some drinks. one of my boys wanted me to come out with him as well to hit some spots (Thursdays is "Ladies night"). I really didn't wanna hang out, the chick lets call her "Horseface"(cause her grill all fucked up). The chick just wasn't my type, an average girl who taught she was higher on the scale then she really is but now even chicks like that I keep around cause you never know they may come in hanndy i.e. free drinks etc. She texted me saying she will make plans "with someone else" no problem, babygirl do you. I get a text an hour later saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm wearing a mini skirt and a sexy top, you should get in the shower and I'll pick you up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I was bored and it was only 21:00pm, I had been playing video games for a few hours now boredly. I text her back saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"K"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got your condoms in my glove box I'll bring them over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get ready and call RJ(my buddy who was gonna swoop me up origiinally) and tell him I'll be out. He wants to meet up at his buddies place lets call him "Jeffy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aight man listen, the chick is gonna be here in about twenty, I'll hit you up when she gets here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude come on there is gonna be tons of chicks at the bar" said RJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True but how many of them would hook me up with free drinks? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a text and check It's Horseface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 12 mintues away bay, hope you ready"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready and continued to watch, Season 2 episode 12 of "Breaking Bad" while sipping on some Bacardi mixed with arbor mist (yuck, don't ask)the show is addicting like crack. I get a text but don't check right away, I look at my phone a few mintues later and it's Horseface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Hey bay something came up, maybe well hang another time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtubedrama.com/wp-content/woo_custom/3-bitch-please-even-a-7-year-old-can-see-youre-full-of-shit-demotivational-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.youtubedrama.com/wp-content/woo_custom/3-bitch-please-even-a-7-year-old-can-see-youre-full-of-shit-demotivational-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;How the fuck does something come up when your suppose to be 5 minutes away from my place? I've been flaked in all types ways this year, from girls saying their kids were sick to working to much, to girls saying their moms had&amp;nbsp; a heart attack to saying their kids got kidnapped etc. I mean I've heard stories that&amp;nbsp; should be considred for a "Lifetime" movie type shit. I call her back, she doesn't pick up of coruse, text her she doesn't respond back. I get her voice-mail and just tear her a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know your a bitch for doing this, how you ten minutes away from my house and use some lame ass excuse, Bitch are you serious..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went of for a good 2 minutes,I was heated, I didn't even wanna go got ready and all that and I got ready just to get flaked on? what type of shit is that. I call her again and she picks up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a whore now? I'm a liar, something came up, you don't even know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what of course she couldn't tell me, and I proceed to go of on her and I hang up the phone. While she called me back, I hit up RJ and told him what was going on and he said he would swoop me up. RJ and Jeffy who is stocky, about&amp;nbsp; 5'9 wait in my parking lot. I tell them the story, and Jeffy is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude Solo, don't trip about that bitch man, your gonna meet hotter chicks and within an hour forget about her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a swig of the lager they pass around, and smile, I'm liking this Jeffy guy already.&amp;nbsp; Before they showed up though&amp;nbsp; Horseface called me again, I lisen because I really wanna hear here excsuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what fuck you, I'm not a whore or liar, I'm so glad I didn't come over to pick you up yadda yadda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear someone else in the background, She hangs up, I text her back saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lose my number, don't be surprised if your pics(she send me some nudies) end up on youtube"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She text's back some other shit later while we were driving to the bar, and i never responded, I was heated, I know every blogsman is gonna come in here and say "Solo went beta" .&lt;b&gt; Honestly I realized now, I shouldn't have said anything, and just let this bitch be, but my pride and ego got in the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I don't regret yelling at her though, because at the time It was fucked up and I needed to check this bitch Alex Ovachikin stlyle, then the bitch had the nerve to text me saying some shit "I might see you out sometime" or some bullshit, hmm yeah ok, someone is snitching on themselves moving on. RJ is telling war-stories of the field(he's always got stories, that's how he gets is girls, just telling funny ass stories, and they eat it up) I'm saying "Yo RJ man, hopefully after tonight I got a story as well" by the time we hit the bar I forget all about Horseface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kim K, and Christina Heinricks Wanna Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in and Jeffy buys RJ a beer, it's two for ones before elven RJ passes me one. I'm pretty buzzed already, I had been drinking at home while I was getting ready. Were just standing outside and there two chicks. RJ knew one of those chicks. She looked a thicker version of Lady gaga, except shorter hair. Same type face as Lady Gaga except her shoulders were squared like a football players (ugh not my style). Next to her was this red head who Jeffy was talking too, I introduced myself by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you kind of look like Christina Henircks, you watch the show MAD MEN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No,I watch Breaking Bad it's kick ass, she said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No shit, I just got done watching season two what season are you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WCJ9W3Y-L8/S82Gn8hokmI/AAAAAAAACFs/WxINMMQHs6M/s1600/Christina-Hendricks-picture-Z1G63846_b.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I digress she didn't look this good LOL&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WCJ9W3Y-L8/S82Gn8hokmI/AAAAAAAACFs/WxINMMQHs6M/s400/Christina-Hendricks-picture-Z1G63846_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discuss our shows and what not, she ended up leaving, RJ somehow has "Lady Gaga's" phone in his car. From a previous encounter I don't know if they hooked up or not nor do i care. I see some people I know that I use to chill with in clubs, when I was that big "social experiment". This hot chick Alyssa (looks like a B list porn star) is there nice ass and all. I talk to her for a bit. I then go inside I see a chick who looks exactly like Kim K.&amp;nbsp; Jeffy is already on that, I think he knew her. I'm just talking to her dong basic fluff, I can tell it isn't going nowhere, she is fun though we flick it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMHR3kTUd8I/AAAAAAAAATI/jaaFYSaKxFU/s640/008.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that's more like it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMHR3kTUd8I/AAAAAAAAATI/jaaFYSaKxFU/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ was in set with three old chicks, can't call them Milfs, really. They woulda been cuter after a bottle but i go in and wing for him. I start dancing with the blond one, and while I'm dancing with her I'm smackin her ass&amp;nbsp; while I'm turned away from behind as she is grinding on me. Next thing I know I had two chicks and I'm smacking both their ass's and palming them up(nice).The convo loses flow later on though cause I asked them about Obama if they taught he was cute,(huh?). I keep it moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMHRQDbDa4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4i_5YzSOlQ0/s640/013.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rate this chick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMHRQDbDa4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4i_5YzSOlQ0/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar had some cute/hot chicks but the quality was thin, it was mostly average or below average chicks. I see a blond chick walk by with a cute face. I don't remember how I open her but she smells good and she says her name is "Mariah like the singer" . I keep it moving searching for Jeffy, Jeffy is at the bar, he buys me me a drink, nice. I go back and Mariah walks up to me with her ugly step mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey I heard you looking for some fun"&amp;nbsp; said the stepmom with a big ass fucked up smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:LoxOjxN0-TiLTM:http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/1080/wtfeh.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh Sure, not with you though Bitch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:LoxOjxN0-TiLTM:http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/1080/wtfeh.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So she is all over me, I grab her ass, but I can't get pass her face. Mariah meanwhile disappeared. I told the mom some lame excuse how I had to pee. I went on the dance-floor, ran into the milfs but not mifls again. Proceed to dance with them.But fuck I can't get over Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMHRUR5dh8I/AAAAAAAAATA/VGVt74_7X84/s640/012.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you blame me?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TMHRUR5dh8I/AAAAAAAAATA/VGVt74_7X84/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is up on some other dude so I go outside and this white chick with some nice thighs and fat ass, shes a bit taller, average in the face. I open her with an old school line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey would you want a guy to approach you directly or indirectly?" I asked nonchalantly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Directly" she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well hey my name is Solo, I saw from across and taught I'd say hi, and that I like what you wearing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles, it hooked like a mother, but I can tell she is drunk. She is hugging me way to tight, and is telling me how she is going to college and this place and crap I don't care for. We go on the dance-floor of course she can't dance for shit, but I'm still rubbing her ass (I think I'm on my fourth ass now, maybe fifth)I could easily make out with her but, eeeh I'm not trying to kiss a chick who I'm not gonna bang. We sit down, and I'm rubbing her legs. I'm trying to escalate it to a hand job but no dice, I know she is DTF but logistics are in the way as usual(her friends etc). She goes to the bathroom and said she would be right back kisses me. I wait for a few minutes then see her at the other side of the bar. Aww shit, I go on the dance-floor and see a girl that I opened a few years ago, back when I first started gaming. Were dancing, and she doesn't remember me. The bitch rips open my button up. All my buttons fall out, its one of my favorite black shirts. My vibe for the rest of the night is kind of messed up but eventually I get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lady gaga and Miss Arch Booty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go outside and see Jeffy macking hard on&amp;nbsp; Lady Ga Ga, I remember earlier in the night she was showing guys her ass and tits. Real quality I tell ya. I also approached two hot chicks, but no dice. My approach now a day is simple, talk to a girl, hook and try to sexually escalate the conversation. It doesn't work that well cause a lot of chicks may think your a pervert. You gotta be smooth with it I guess, but my "verbal" game has taking a turn for the worst of late (time to read some more Assanova blogs on this, or watch Krauser in action for some inspiration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this chick standing by Lady Ga Ga. Who is her friend, she is OK nothing special, until she turns around and shows me her ass (niceeeee) and she had the waist that had that arc, were the booty just pops out a bit with the tit ol bitties to match. I had to have her. I'm just being direct with her no bullshit and she kept saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://missjia.com/images/2009/07/aubrey.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That booty but on a average chick, it evens it out for me though lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missjia.com/images/2009/07/aubrey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Your such a player"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the line for this rebuff, I think I asked her "why do you think I'm a player?" or "If I was a player I would be using pick up lines", she laughed and told me, some guy recently went up to her saying "baby your like butter, all i wanna do is spread you" (lol), later on i would find out why, come to find out she was a player and just projecting herself unto me. She has a sugar daddy who buys her shit and bought her a car, and then she has another guy strictly for "blowing out back" purposes if you catch my drift. No dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to her later and re-engage, I'm not spitting any game, just talking to her, Jeffy is doing well with the Lady gaga, but before I finish on that, lets go back to Mariah lol. I ran into Mariah and said 'hey we should hang out sometime I can be your nick cannon (or some corny shit like that) blah, blah, blah" she is like "I have a boyfriend" to which I reply "I can keep a secret". She gives me her number I see her later on standing next to some Mexican dude who looks mafioso.&amp;nbsp; Back to "Miss Arch Booty" aka MAB. I'm spitting at her, and Jeffy is dong really well with Lady Gaga. Now I'm a bit confused, cause I taught she was RJs, usually his game is hitting but not tonight. I was honestly surprised I saw him only hit on one hot set of chicks the rest were meh. Don't blame him though quality is harder to find when you get away from the city. So now RJ and Jeffy are trying to get these chicks to Perkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You buying right" says MAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"mmh no, I told you already I got pork chops at the crib, only ten minutes from here" I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls actually considered that for a second but they don't wanna drive to far (they only live five minutes from the bar, I live about 13) We settle on doing Perkins. We go into Perkins, and these two Dbags who were talking to Jeffy and them followed us and sat with us. They were drug dealers but corny with it. the one Dbag was talking to this guy who said "yo I'm going to the military soon", come to find out they went to high school together. Lady Gaga's man is blowing up her phone, but she is to drunk to do anything, so she has MAB tell her she is getting something to eat and will be home. Next thing you know the Military guy is telling the Dbag drug dealer to get the fuck away from their table, and his buddy tells my former gym owner (who is there with his meat-head buddies) that he wants to fight him. Come to find out the Dbag drug dealer is an undercover snitch, who snitches on other drug dealers, (no wonder I didn't like him). The waitress comes in and is telling motherfuckers to calm down.&amp;nbsp; MAB told me she needed a smoke, so we went outside and just talked a bit. She told me how she is single and weighing her options, how she likes her sugar daddy but sexually the chemistry isn't there blah blah.&lt;b&gt; I don't say much, sometimes the best game is just to shut the fuck up and listen, cause when you do that, you can really find out what a women is about, if you really listen a woman will bare her soul to you, you just have to get her to the point were she trust that you won't judge her.&lt;/b&gt; Contrary to popular believe &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; women do know what they want. This girl wanted a guy who she had chemistry with, was great in bed but most importantly was a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back in, and all hell breaks loose inside Perkins, the Military guy is now yelling at the drug dealer and their were some frat boy types, in the background yelling dumb shit like "White power, screw the Mexicans". MAB lost it and was yelling at these dudes "You&amp;nbsp; guys need to shut the fuck up with your racial slurs" . The guys kept saying it, and she gets up and is about to pour water on they ass when I hold her back. The cops walk in&amp;nbsp; right after that, check ID's and kick those motherfuckers out the restaurant. I look at RJ and say "dude this isn't grenade night it's atomic night" he just laughs and sips on his coffee low key. Jeffy picked up the bill, and paid for all of us, niceeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get MAB to come back home but she is "tired" and I have her number to "hit her up". Personally speaking, I would hit it but it's not worth all the effort to me to do so. RJ drops me off and I quip "I guess I got a story now huh?" he is like "yeah you gotta story now Solo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-26997727834096794?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/26997727834096794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/solos-got-story.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/26997727834096794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/26997727834096794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/solos-got-story.html' title='Solo&apos;s got a story'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WCJ9W3Y-L8/S82Gn8hokmI/AAAAAAAACFs/WxINMMQHs6M/s72-c/Christina-Hendricks-picture-Z1G63846_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-7675993416744063172</id><published>2010-10-19T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T14:42:00.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Man ROFLLLLLLLLLLLLLL</title><content type='html'>This can apply for all women not just BLACK, this shit is funny as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uehF-S5UB_g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uehF-S5UB_g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^somebody tell Roosh to peep this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwhahahahhahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-7675993416744063172?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/7675993416744063172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/man-rofllllllllllllll.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7675993416744063172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/7675993416744063172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/man-rofllllllllllllll.html' title='Man ROFLLLLLLLLLLLLLL'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-1138640915675819653</id><published>2010-10-16T00:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T00:55:35.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scaricty mindset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>Dear Blogger, Cut the shit! (rant)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLkqI7oRgCI/AAAAAAAAASM/_GBqa28qg3s/s1600/DSCI1009-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLkuIC1A5oI/AAAAAAAAASs/B_kwGc2_yeU/s1600/DSCI1009-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLkuIC1A5oI/AAAAAAAAASs/B_kwGc2_yeU/s1600/DSCI1009-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met these ladies on a slow Wednesday night doing street game!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This post isn't going at any blogger in particular(so chillllllllllllll)&lt;/span&gt;. I've noticed that the whole "group think" mentality that plagues forums afflicts blogs as well. There is always a blogger complaining about how his town sucks, and the women suck. I use to think the same thing, and always longed to go hit up the LA's and NY's of the world. I mean don't get me wrong the Midwest has some beautiful women, but also a lot of ducks and whales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://blogs.nad.org/mda/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/girls-going-out-on-first-night.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The average Midwestern chick (sigh)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.nad.org/mda/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/girls-going-out-on-first-night.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Are there fishes in the sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta ask yourself "are there fishes in the sea?", "are there single women abundant?". If you live in a town were there isn't a good singles population, then you may have to bounce asap. In the Mack community this term is called "taking your mackin on the road" personally, I don't think you should move just for the women. You should move first and foremost for yourself, then you can check job prospect, cost of living, living conditions aka housing, culture, then women. It seriously gets annoying when I read a blog, and the poster is rehashing the same shit about how their city sucks yet for some reason he won't move. There tons of great cities in this country, with a great single population, you should go out and visit sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Stop Whining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a boy who moved form New Orleans up here, he would always complain how there weren't any hot&amp;nbsp; women in my state and whine. His attitude started to rub of on me, and i started to have the same negative views that he did, it got so bad that after a night clubbing, I would sit in his car and bitch and moan for half an hour about "how ugly the women are"(lame). It also got so bad that, I had to stop chilling with him because every-time we hit the field, dude was a "Debbie Downer". Your not gonna see the same types of women in Wisconsin as you see in LA. Sure you can meet dimes in Wisconsin, but in LA dimes are everywhere considering the fact that population wise LA has almost eleven times more people then Wisconsin. Which means your gonna have a plethora of more options. Does that mean that Wisconsin doesn't have "dimes"? of course Wisconsin does, but your gonna have to look harder to find where their at. If your working on your "game" then you should be were the fine women are at anyway, which brings me to my next point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Find your niche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=59655"&gt;"The Ideal environment for a pimp is a hoe environment"-Player Supreme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go to places were women are at. I keep hearing guys say, "I can' find any "10's", "I'm trying to get 10's". I call it the "10 Syndrome" if you wanna get with "10's" then you gotta be were their at. I know right now, if I were to go out where the hottest chicks be. There is a lounge&amp;nbsp; were they usually are at but so are the "Ballers", I've routinely ran into NBA players/NFL players etc at this particular lounge. These guys half the time don't have to do shit. So while I'm busting my ass trying to holla at the same model chick their hollaring at. I know my game has to be vicious. Honestly the average PUA/Mack wouldn't step into a place like this cause half the chicks are Golddigers but this place allows me to work on my game with topnotch women look-wise. Honestly speaking I don't to very well at that spot. However my boy Shay always does well there(maybe cause chicks think he is a model, lol). There is another spot which is hood on Sundays, I use to kill'em at the spot (trust me i wasn't going after the hood-rats, I was gong after the young college hotties lol). Some spots your gonna go and your game might not be "hitting" with the women, while other spots your game is gonna be on point.&amp;nbsp; There are places that I go to now, were my game is starting to come around a bit, even though I may not do well there, I still put my bid in, but trust me I'm not gonna waste my time in spots were I know women ain't feeling me i.e. a Gothic bar, Country bar or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Positive Mindset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a true believer that our thoughts manifest themselves if we think them long enough, I read to many posts/blogs and some of the mindsets are just toxic you have guys always crying about American women suck, are fat, are snooty etc. Fine then don't date women form America!. Stop making excuses for your lack of success with women. When I get rejected I laugh it off, why? because to me I'm the prize, a chick rejecting me, is crazy, she just lost the opportunity of a lifetime to meet a guy who could change her life. I truly believe that. I've been rejected more then I can count, and honestly If I were to meet those women again a few days later, I wouldn't remember them!. My mindset is so positive when I'm out on the field that I refuse to let negativity linger. Sure there are times were my game isn't "hitting" and sure there are times when I feel negative but I still keep going. Putting up limited beliefs on why your not successful isn't gonna help you, envision success, then have a plan and execute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Go to visit a different City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to move like most Mack guru's or PUA's claim if your game ain't "hitting" in one spot. Just go visit another city. When I first did my "boot-camp" right after reading "The Game" in 08' I was out in the boonies going "dolo"(that means solo with no wings!). I was a black guy in "redneckville", were I didn't know a soul and guess what my game was still pretty decent, matter fact, I would go to that place alone and by the end of the night maufuckaz would be buying me free drinks, etc. Eventually going back to the "city" made me more at ease because if I can go to a redneck ass place and do well there, then the city would be a breeze. If you live in a town like Baltimore you can go to DC, if DC ain't hitting you can go to NY/Connecticut etc. Honestly there's no reason not to go to another city if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are really bad&amp;nbsp; then yes, I suggest you move, but remember like I stated earlier do it for self first and not for the sake of punany (unless you live in Mississippi or some shit then i suggest you get the hell out of there ASAP) moving to a new city/state/country can actually rejuvenate your mind and spirit. Especially If your a in backwards ass town . I had a buddy who went to LA this summer, my buddy was shocked when he would go to bars and I quote&lt;b&gt; "every girl looked like a porn star, and they were super friendly and very receptive"&lt;/b&gt;. Stereotypically LA women are typecast as Gold-diggers, and these are the type of women my buddy expected to meet instead he met some women who were easy going, laid back, hot and very receptive to his game. My point is don't let stereotypes of a city hold you back without going there and checking it out first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the rescission got a lot of cats on "E" myself included. The state of dating is ugly, the entitlement of women is worst then it's ever been, tricking and "sponsoring" has been accepted as a "norm", women go on dates for free meals or to be entertained and when they don't feel a "spark" they go to the next trick. However if your learning game, stop making excuses for why your not out meeting beautiful women, there beautiful women everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLkyheS5DAI/AAAAAAAAASw/dp2gNJ2sgfc/s640/DSCI1012-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a Wednesday it was ;-)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLkyheS5DAI/AAAAAAAAASw/dp2gNJ2sgfc/s1600/DSCI1012-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TCBj117VrBI/AAAAAAAAABo/7-7kLLYjx4U/s1600/DSCI1012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-1138640915675819653?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/1138640915675819653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-blogger-cut-shit-rant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1138640915675819653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/1138640915675819653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-blogger-cut-shit-rant.html' title='Dear Blogger, Cut the shit! (rant)'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLkuIC1A5oI/AAAAAAAAASs/B_kwGc2_yeU/s72-c/DSCI1009-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-707063859767210587</id><published>2010-10-11T01:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T02:23:07.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial dating'/><title type='text'>Is the Community Racists?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://mulattodiaries.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/heidi-and-seal-and-david-and-iman.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mulattodiaries.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/heidi-and-seal-and-david-and-iman.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLKmBvl57ZI/AAAAAAAAASI/6PdnoRnNeFM/s1600/DSCI1639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race seems to be a very touchy subject in the community. I was contemplating about this subject for awhile cause I've noticed increasingly more race related threads in forums and blogs lately. However a topic like this is delicate, and tempers always seem to flare(one post won't cover this all, so don't be surprised to see more on this topic in the future). If you go to various forums sometimes threads titled "How to get white women and your Asian" or&lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=86180&amp;amp;highlight=dating+race"&gt; "Dating Outside of one's own race"&lt;/a&gt; just for examples aren't uncommon. The Original poster or (OP) may have honest intentions on learning how to game a different race however these threads become diluted by ignorance very swiftly. There always seem to be a couple guys who have to give their " opinion" and come of as ignorant racists assholes, and next thing you know a legit question turns into an old flame&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=75863&amp;amp;page=13&amp;amp;highlight=white+women"&gt;"race war"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Interracial Dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common reason threads come up that involve race is due to the topic of interracial dating, in 2010 with a black president, and almost 50 years since the Civil rights bill. Interracial dating still rubs lot of people the wrong way and is still considered "taboo" for example in a thread were a guy was asking about &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=172706"&gt;Interracial mackin&lt;/a&gt; there was a lot&amp;nbsp; of prejudice and racial nonsense being spewed&amp;nbsp; This quote here is by Julius Seizeher , when a guy asked&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;"So the rule is white girls date outside their race if is from a fucked up family"&lt;/b&gt; to which Seizeher replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As an addendum, she's also a slut, and usually fat"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is absolute ignorance at it's finest (talk about oxymoron), for me to address it is silly in itself(its obvious this guy is a closet racists, and I have no qualms saying that). Either Seizeher lives in a cave or he hasn't been out much, the sheer ignorance of that statement speaks volumes, here is the truth there are different types of interracial couples, from various backgrounds, sizes, and shapes are everywhere. The notion that a girl has to be a slut/fat and from a dysfunctional family is what guys like Seizeher's want black men to date(projection is a motherf...). I can honestly say, in my area I see nearly an equal amount of black men with hot white women as well as big ones. Not saying the sterotype isn't true but "brothers" are stepping their game up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TLKmBvl57ZI/AAAAAAAAASI/6PdnoRnNeFM/s1600/DSCI1639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another thread a forum poster by the name of &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=177912&amp;amp;highlight=black"&gt;Slaog &lt;/a&gt;explains why he doesn't like race "mixing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;I said I don't care as long as they go somewhere else. I don't want to live in a muli ethnic country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll notice I'm not saying anything negative about &lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;  women or any other race but some people are including all those who are  ok with race mixing. So you have me who love my own people and you have  others talking negatively about &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt; women but because of media propaganda I'm the big bad racist here even though I didn't say anything negative about any race!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Some people truly want it to be the "1950's" again, were segregation was common, were they could go to the office and their secretary would wait on them with coffee or tea, were if a black man walked on the same road as a white man, he would have to walk on the street, were they Sit around the office drink Jack Daniels then come home have dinner cooked by their wives and screw the shit out of them. Newsflash this isn't "Mad Men" we live in a world now that is becoming smaller and smaller(I read an article not to long ago that says by the year 3000 everyone will be one color or some sort of "brown" mix, if we make it that far), and also more diverse. If you want a non "Multi-ethnic country" your better of going to the 18th century Europe, last I recall the native Americans were here first, but that's another blog. Let's not forgot that some crazy guy from Germany in a mustache wanted to have nothing but "pure-bloods" oh wait, that's that mo-fo who started a world war, and killed more then six million Jews, and that's not counting all the soldiers that died etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The are shit loads more examples,&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;much worst then the ones I posted.&lt;/span&gt; The main problem I see in these threads is explained very well by &lt;a href="http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showpost.php?p=1736678&amp;amp;postcount=56"&gt;Macallik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;A lot generalizations about black women and  black men. I am kinda disappointed in how unintentionally  racist/closed-minded a lot of the opinions are. Most of it can likely be  attributed to bad experiences or a lack of first hand experience in  general with blacks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; There are too many incorrect statements in this thread for me to address  them all but let me just summarize by saying that it is best not to  base your experiences off of localized experiences, regardless of length  of the experience or the intimacy level you achieved with a person. One  person's opinion is simply one person's opinion. The fact that someone  is black/white whatever does not make their insights any more valid  because no one is in a position to speak for an entire race. Don  Gorgon's posts relays this point perfectly because we are both black but  I do not agree with a single thing he has said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I think that much of the board needs to face reality and deal with the  cause and effects in the world. A prime example is the Mature Man  section harping about every woman having Bi-Polar Disorder. Members are  quick to hurl misogynistic phrases and whine about BPD chicks which:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A) Causes them to overlook quality chicks because they are so bitter and committed to their pessimistic view of the world &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B) Allows them to skip trying to comprehend why so many women  seem to have BPD-traits and how the issue can be resolved in a  one-on-one manner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C) Usually have a direct correlation factor that is being  overlooked: For example, if a guy dates 5 girls in a row that has BPD  traits, he might conclude that women in general are BPD. However what if  I add that the women he finds are generally in a club setting? What  about if they are addicted to coke? What if they where abused sexually  in the past? The mere fact that they are female does is not enough  evidence to prove that they are BPD. Stereotypes are too general and  encompassing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; These three errors of stereotyping BPD chicks are repeated in most stereotypes, black women included.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;First let me make it clear that, not all discussions are "black and white" there is a lot of talk about various races as well, however black and white is the most common topic. The logic of Macallik's post can be used not just for black women or interracial dating but for all types, Macallik did a great job using an example (Border line Perosnality Disorder) the fact is, its sad and pathetic reading these threads about race. Let me just be clear that I'm for discussion on interracial dating, I'm for discussion on the differences between approaching a particular race, I'm for learning about cultural customs etc. However I'm not for the ignorance, the stereotypes and generalizations that come with it. I went to a high school that was mostly white(97%) during my junior and senior years. Most of the white people were rich (picture a 16 year old driving a brand new Mercedes Benz) racial tension in my school was high(to a point were they had to have an intervention late Junior year) and most people would mock the "colored" people all the time. A lot of the kids, didn't know anything about blacks, and it's obvious because they would always imitate the latest thing they saw on BET. My point is you can tell a lot about people who have traveled, and been among people that aren't their own. They tend to be more open minded towards other culture and knowledgeable.While people who are close minded and racists tend to base their ignorant views on one or two experiences and what they media portrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Back on topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally speaking it bugs me that I go on blogs now, and the blogger might make a great post on game, yet his commentators are making snide racists remarks which have nothing to do with the blog. This is starting to become to common now and accepted at times I wonder, does the blogger co-sign this ignorance? personally I have no problem with people stating their opinions (even if I don't agree with them) however when it has nothing to do with the intended blog, it makes me wonder, what "agenda" these people are trying to spread. With the anonymity of the internet, people really have &lt;strike&gt;lack of &lt;/strike&gt;balls&amp;nbsp;to say what they want, in real life, some of those people wouldn't even dare say half the things they say&amp;nbsp; online in real life, because they know they would not get away with it and possible find themselves in a phsyical altercation.&lt;b&gt; I truly believe that the community as a whole isn't racists, but their are lot of racists individuals in it. Who cares if one guy likes to date inter-racially? what does it personally do to you? not a damn thing. I don't have to explain myself to anyone in terms of who I date, but since it's my blog I will say this. I'm an "equal opportunity" dater, and will date any women who is cooperative and meets my standard, regardless of race.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People need to start looking at what women bring to the table in terms of tangibles and what not then worry about the skin color. For goodness sakes its 2010 and people still care about this shit? Goodness sakes who cares!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-707063859767210587?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/707063859767210587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-community-racists.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/707063859767210587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/707063859767210587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-community-racists.html' title='Is the Community Racists?'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-958458505281051481</id><published>2010-09-27T11:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:22:25.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 2 Solomon&apos;s struggle part 4'/><title type='text'>Year 2: The Struggle of Solomon Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cold Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TKIIr2ysU3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mkFjW-8NLWc/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TKIIr2ysU3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mkFjW-8NLWc/s320/034.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why I was pointing at her tits lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The summer of 2010 would be an exciting one, I was going to move to my own place and maybe go on a road trip if finances were good enough. However the summer didn’t go as planned. I got fired from my job. I was devastated and depressed, and put on weight. I worked for the company for 4 years and to get fired was a shock. At first I was ok, I mean I had tons more free time so I was hitting the gym and the field hard. However pretty soon I got bored doing that, you see I was use to working on average 55 hours a week with two jobs. Now working only 15 hours a week I had to much time and I lost motivation, eventually I started this blog to share my experience not just with women but also life. On top of that, the women I was meeting were super flakey. It got to a point were It wasn’t unusual for a woman to flake on me multiple. Not having a job I was actually meeting more women and getting laid but I wasn’t fulfilled. My inner confidence was at a flux, and with each flake, my resentment towards women grew. It got to a point were I was of my game completely. On top of that life was throwing me a curve-ball, with not having a job, and I realized my focus should be on myself and getting my shit together, and that at the moment I wasn’t on top of my game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been hard, and so has the game.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say at this stage my game is far from where I want it o be. Other aspect of my life spiritually and physically are lacking,. I know for a fact I’m not on top of my game and any women I meet can sense this as well. Your self-esteem takes a huge dip when you your life is crumbling right in front of your eyes. Women are very insignificant when you have to worry about how you gonna pay your bills and put food on the table.&amp;nbsp; Lot of guys put so much value in getting women that they forget to focus on themselves. You read blogs, posts, see videos and its all about how to act, what technique to use, how to control x and y variables. All that doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have other aspects in your life handled. &lt;b&gt;What good is it to have the girl of your dreams but your miserable because everything else in your life is fucked up?&lt;/b&gt; As of right now, I’m praying for a new job and just getting my life in order. Pursuing women has been a fun and enjoyable experience. However I don’t wanna be that guy who is as my friend Jordan puts it “30 years old writing field reports on how I met my wife”. I’m not knocking anyone who writes them but there is a bigger purpose to life then getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TUkf_vdsdxPTyM:http://www.realclearsports.com/blog/Jordan%20retiring.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Game over&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TUkf_vdsdxPTyM:http://www.realclearsports.com/blog/Jordan%20retiring.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now I'm out The Game, peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-958458505281051481?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/958458505281051481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-struggle-of-solomon-part-4.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/958458505281051481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/958458505281051481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-struggle-of-solomon-part-4.html' title='Year 2: The Struggle of Solomon Part 4'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TKIIr2ysU3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/mkFjW-8NLWc/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-4517846966417218063</id><published>2010-09-24T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:09:47.993-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>And Now a brief Intermission...</title><content type='html'>I decided to go light for the weekend and finish up the series on Monday, in the meantime enjoy this xtranromal movie, my wing Shay and I were in this upscale lounge, a few weeks ago, these three white chicks, kept waving Shay over, They were ten feet across from us, we waved for them to come over, they didn't so I approached this black model I knew Halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJyXTZsxv6I/AAAAAAAAARw/gl_UX6zSyo4/s1600/set+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJyXTZsxv6I/AAAAAAAAARw/gl_UX6zSyo4/s1600/set+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJyaSoNzA0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/flvGR8MSqhM/s1600/setup-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crappy Pic I know&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJyaSoNzA0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/flvGR8MSqhM/s1600/setup-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy pic I know, but it's just to give you a visual anyway as soon as I did that, funny thing happened those chicks moved closer and gave us "proximity" once i was done lo and behold they approached us, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy (That's my buddy Shay in the vid FYI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars"value="height=390&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/web_final_lo/66c5734c-c748-11df-a3db-003048d69c21_52_web_final_lo_web_finallo-flv.flv&amp;amp;image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/iphone_final/66c5734c-c748-11df-a3db-003048d69c21_52_iphone_final_poster.jpg&amp;amp;link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/7209757&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;autostart=false"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/jwplayer.swf" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=390&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;file=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/web_final_lo/66c5734c-c748-11df-a3db-003048d69c21_52_web_final_lo_web_finallo-flv.flv&amp;amp;image=http://newvideos.xtranormal.com/iphone_final/66c5734c-c748-11df-a3db-003048d69c21_52_iphone_final_poster.jpg&amp;amp;link=http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/7209757&amp;amp;searchbar=false&amp;amp;autostart=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.xtranormal.com/site_media/players/embedded-xnl-stats.swf" width="1" height="1" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-4517846966417218063?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/4517846966417218063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-now-brief-intermission.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4517846966417218063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/4517846966417218063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-now-brief-intermission.html' title='And Now a brief Intermission...'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJyaSoNzA0I/AAAAAAAAAR0/flvGR8MSqhM/s72-c/setup-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-2922982744230048879</id><published>2010-09-23T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:19:46.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solomon Struggle Part 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Startegos'/><title type='text'>Year 2: Solomon Struggle Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oneists, Losing Friends and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrdwsOFI9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TQ369-jFkpg/s1600/153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrdwsOFI9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TQ369-jFkpg/s400/153.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool and the gang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While meeting Startegos helped me re-define my game and meet a genuine good friend. I was losing other friends(and also had to let some people go from my life), not just once I hit the field with(honestly those people weren’t friends more like “club buddies) but people who I related to on a spiritual level.&amp;nbsp; One of the friends I lost was “Mike”. Mike was a guy I met at my old job. He was a cool, smooth, funny dude, a guy you could always joke with. Mike was a aspiring music producer and very passionate about making beats and hip-hop music. Mike and I hit it of and we would talk about it all, Music, Girls, God, and our aspirations. The first time I hit the field with Mike, I was the designated driver, Mike got sloppy drunk, and was hitting on a girl who rejected me a few weeks earlier. I could have been salty and mad but I decided to “take one for the team”. While Mike didn’t get the number and closed. I did get the friends number, I took a quick snap shot of mike and send the pic to her friend telling her to call Mike. Sure enough she texted Mike, not only that but I picked the chicks up from the venue they were at then drove Mike, my other buddy and I to her place so Mike could bone. I didn’t have to do all that but my thought process was &lt;i&gt;“if Mike get’s some we all win”&lt;/i&gt; type mentality.&amp;nbsp; Mike and I would hang out and hit the field, Mike was more of a closer while I was “the opener”. I would open the chicks and Mike would close and get the numbers. However Mike wasn’t a “Gamer” at heart. He would get too drunk and then let his emotions get the best of him when girls didn’t respond the way he wanted them too. He was used to getting girls because of his baby face looks and smile, not because of his finesse of approaching or gaming. There some instances were him getting drunk caused problems.&amp;nbsp; During Halloween, Mike and my buddy J-set were invited back to a hotel room were some Indian girls were staying that they met earlier that night. Mike was "stupid" drunk and got into a verbal fight with J-set’s girl, getting him and J-set kicked out the room. On the way home, J-set gave Mike cab fare money, however Mike was to inebriated he forgot and later accused J-set of trying to not pay up. Mike and J-set almost got into a fight if Mike didn’t check his coat pocket for the money, only God knows what would have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TILQQxq9ufI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XpLNtgCpsYk/s1600/DSCI1811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TILQQxq9ufI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XpLNtgCpsYk/s400/DSCI1811.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was stoked for the New Year!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;New years of 2010 rolled around, every one was in game mode, it was a bunch of my best guys including Startegos and a bunch of other rookies to guys who were vets. I walked in saw a two set and got to work, everyone was pretty drunk or high or both. A chick asked me if I knew Mike, I looked at him and said “naw” I was just trying to play it of but I guess it didn’t come of that way. Mike kind of took it personal, later that night Mike was trying to hit on a girl but got blown out and he tried to blame it on me. Needless to say everyone had a great time except for Mike, he just didn’t deal well with rejection very well. Mike was having some personal problems as well. I noticed his demeanor changing. One day I asked him what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m cutting people, of” said Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who you cutting of?’I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone” said Mike with a crazy look in his eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, everyone, I’m tired of being used by people to pick up chicks” he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pick up chicks? Are you serious? Dude no one is using you for anything I introduced you to my circle of friends…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll call you later” said Mike cutting me of and walking away(we were at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that conversation I never spoke to Mike again(besides a "hey, how are you"). There are two sides to a story, however the fact that Mike thought he was being “used” to pick up girls to me was comical and also made me angry. It was I who hooked him up with that lay when we first went out. If it wasn’t for my quick thinking he would have never been able to hit that. On top of that Mike never helped anyone get any chicks, sure I saw him number close a bunch but he never got a date or took a chick home. So for him to say that showed how narcissistic and absurd that statement was. Mike and I would see each other at work, sometimes I would say “What’s Up” but he wouldn’t say anything. Work became very awkward because I was always thinking about the situation. I didn’t have the heart to clear the air because I felt like Mike should have been man enough to confront me, and that his pride was so far gone, honestly at times I was pissed cause of how lame this situation was(talk about some major bitchassness), and then became sad at how this friendship ended due to someone's un-ability to face issues as man. The insulting part was, just two days before our last real conversation. I helped him jump-start his car, and yet he had the audacity to say that he felt “used”. After Mike I realized that not everyone will share your enthusiasm for the game and women, I also realized that a true friend won’t hold animosity towards you like a bitch and will confront you about it like a real man I learned that&amp;nbsp; rules of seduction apply for men as well as women, in the words of Adam Lyons “when your in a bad set, walk away”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Jennifer Anitson Look a like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching Oneists usually happens, when you want that one girl. It comes from a lack of&amp;nbsp; having options on your team and abundance. I caught Oneists over a few girls, however The Model chick aka Jennifer Aniston look alike was the crusher. I met her on St Pattie’s day in the field. She was drunk and I was willing needless to say I made out with her and number closed easily. She told me from the jump she wasn’t looking for a “relationship” however the “seducer” in me, felt I could seduce this girl. Our first date I froze up, the girl was talking about her life etc, and I wasn’t saying anything. I felt like a bystander. Then came time to kiss and I punked out like a little boy, I was scared. Needless to say I botched it badly, and ended up not talking to her again. I was frustrated, sure I was dealing with some women here or there but most were bust downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJtKiTL6DYI/AAAAAAAAARo/UrUpU9g83uo/s400/028.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stretching before a 3 mile interval run&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJtKiTL6DYI/AAAAAAAAARo/UrUpU9g83uo/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To keep my mind of my lack of success with women, I focused more on working out. I started running again and lifting weights . My strength was improving, although the getting was slow because of my lack of disciple when it came to dieting. Summer was on the horizon and I had big plans to move to my own place and experience new adventures, little did I know I was facing the toughest storm yet in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-2922982744230048879?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/2922982744230048879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-solomon-struggle-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2922982744230048879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/2922982744230048879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-solomon-struggle-part-3.html' title='Year 2: Solomon Struggle Part 3'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrdwsOFI9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TQ369-jFkpg/s72-c/153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6479938537916483770</id><published>2010-09-22T13:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:01:38.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social-circle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 2 Solomon&apos;s Struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Startegos'/><title type='text'>Year 2: The struggles of Solomon Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1860342654"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1860342655"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Startegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrIelZ6TRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v36Q8ge8cJY/s1600/009-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrIelZ6TRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v36Q8ge8cJY/s640/009-6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrDxS1qszI/AAAAAAAAAQA/w9LBA4HZbmc/s1600/002-7-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrDxS1qszI/AAAAAAAAAQA/w9LBA4HZbmc/s400/002-7-1.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Startegoes and a pivot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When I met Startegos I honestly didn’t know what to expect he was a bit "nerdy" and rambled on about game theory in typical nerd fashion. I knew he was a New-b, from talking to him, he seemed very well versed in theory and like most New-b's, he was able to spit it back to me verbatim. However just because you know theory doesn’t mean it translates to success in the field(being out in the trenches is the real deal compared to sitting in front of a computer). I was a bit skeptical about Startegos, however my skepticism soon would&amp;nbsp; fade once I Saw Startegos (or Goldyn Child as I like to call him) in field. Goldyn Child was a completely different person , very confident, and witty when he talked to beautiful women, Seeing ladies eyes light up, was a pleasant surprise, he made it look so effortless and he was charming. The guy was amazing to put it simply. He would do shit in the field which I haven't seen, for example using two girls at the same time to fight for him, and he did naturally. I thought to myself “what the heck? This guy doesn't need to study this, why is he studying seduction?“. However like many guys who come in "The Game" Goldyn Child got out of a relationship which left his confidence depleted., but each time we went out he was finding his step. Not only did Goldyn Child have tight game, but he also had a tight social circle with various friends. Pretty soon I started meeting people from his social circle and would chill with them on various VIP club outings. I was Popping bottles with cool guys and chicks, my vision was Starting to play out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The realization &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I Started to see a change in Startegos. Unlike most guys Startegos didn’t study seduction to bang a gazillion chicks. He wanted a girlfriend, however Startegos started drinking and partying harder. His personality changed, when he was sober he was cool, but once he got on the field he turned into an arrogant asshole. This changed didn’t surprise me because I went through something similar.&amp;nbsp; I talked to Startegos about it and told him that the path he was headed could be dangerous and even some of his friends became concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJpPjaurQNI/AAAAAAAAARg/lwGSbFJWRGg/s400/034.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Every night is fireworks"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I realized that club social circle gaming was a rat race. I knew a guy whose whole life revolved around it, everything was centered when he would go to the club or how many girls he could get. He always complained about being "tired" sure he had dozens of chicks who he could call to hang out or bang, but the work he was putting in for the results wasn't worth it, on top of that every time I saw him he was obnoxiously drunk. He eventually gave up the "night life" and last I heard he is now a follower of Christ. I realized that&amp;nbsp; a lot of&amp;nbsp; girls didn’t seem sincere in wanting to make new friends at a club(I wonder why--I'm being sarcastic). I remember introducing myself to a chick and I don’t know if she didn’t hear me or blew me of on purpose, but that was the point I realized that the saying &lt;a href="http://dapook.blogspot.com/2007/07/golden-rule-to-weed-out-women.html"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can tell everything about a woman by how she treats someone who can do nothing for her.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/a&gt; and realized the club setting wasn’t ideal for meeting the type of social group I truly wanted, on top of that I was getting burned out again with the night scene. Startegos was still going out hard, getting into VIP and meeting all sorts of people(and getting perks) eventually he quit gaming altogether to focus on his “business”. Even though Goldyn Child and I don’t hit the field as much we still go out every now and then, and still are good friend, however with new friendships I would lose old ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-6479938537916483770?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/6479938537916483770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-struggles-of-solomon-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6479938537916483770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6479938537916483770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-struggles-of-solomon-part-2.html' title='Year 2: The struggles of Solomon Part 2'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIrIelZ6TRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/v36Q8ge8cJY/s72-c/009-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6447906561154091461</id><published>2010-09-21T02:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:10:51.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 2 Solomon&apos;s Struggle'/><title type='text'>Year 2: The Struggles of Solomon Part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIE91D18OgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eP_CjWJ_MIM/s1600/DSCI1654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIE91D18OgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eP_CjWJ_MIM/s400/DSCI1654.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a rough year&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Year 2: Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year Two of the game wasn't easy, if there is a sophomore slump then I'd say I hit it. I gained lot of experience in my second year,which has giving me room to grow, not only in the game with women but as a human being as well. After &lt;a href="http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-last-field-report-repost.html"&gt;Year One&lt;/a&gt; I felt like I&amp;nbsp; was done with the game, I had lost passion for it and I felt burned out. I had approached nearly a thousand women, lost the only girl who truly cared about me, and got into two car crashes, which could have ended my life. All because of the reckless lifestyle and choices I was making. It was a good time to slow down. However I&amp;nbsp; had a vision, a vision of me and three beautiful blonds at a rooftop in uptown enjoying a drink, while we were all laughing and they were all enjoying being in my presence. I wanted that "lifestyle" that everyone in the community talked about. The one were I had a "Rockstar Social circle"(think HBO series "Entourage") were the bottles were popped abundantly and the girls were hot. I had a glimpse of it with other guys(I'm not talking about athletes, but guys who worked regular 9-5 gigs) I knew guys, who would walk in a venue the bouncers knew who they were, the wait/staff knew who they were. They got into VIP with no hassle, free drinks, and girls knew who they were. I wanted that lifestyle, so how do you create a "Rockstar" Social Circle if you don't even have a Social circle like that to begin with? I had a plan, and all I needed was time to execute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Solo The Socialists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJhhWbG_7xI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cnCmvo-palk/s1600/DSCI1645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJhhWbG_7xI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cnCmvo-palk/s400/DSCI1645.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rare breather during my experiment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJhU7ppWfVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zzbYj8BWNfk/s1600/DSCI1566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My plan was simple, I would go to clubs to network. By network meet people who work at the venue, meet guys who have "pull" and of course tons of hot chicks. I would add them to my Facebook and use that as a form of "Social Proof"(along with the pictures we took). This sounded simple and easy in theory but this wold take time and dedication for it to work. I was all for it. I was excited(and rejuvenated) to go out and do this to me this wasn't gaming but "me being me" aka being "social" without trying to get an outcome. I would go to clubs were it was mostly college age people. I wanted a young social circle not old. I started meeting people and add them to my Facebook. It's amazing how easier it is to get a girls first and last name yet a phone number is a bit harder(irony). I started adding people in droves on my Facebook in a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TImXaANoKiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_6cRyig0CW4/s1600/DSCI1421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TImXaANoKiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_6cRyig0CW4/s320/DSCI1421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Usher" mackin on a model&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gaming with Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I kept running into a guy, when I would go out and I would see him do the same thing, the messed up part was he was making it look so effortless, while I had to approach damn near the whole club, it didn't hurt that he looked like Usher the singer either. Eventually one night I talked to him come to find out that his whole deal was just to network so he can meet hot chicks and get in the clubs for free. We started gaming together going out with Usher was fun, because unlike other guys who I knew he wasn't afraid to approach chicks. Typically pretty boys aren't to keen on approaching but, would want chicks to approach them. Usher didn't have a problem at all approaching women. He would get tons of numbers/facebook's etc, on top of that certain venues we would get in free and we would be VIP. The thing was though, even though we made a great tandem we weren't pulling chicks back home. This actually was fine with me, because I was looking at the bigger picture, to often guys are just looking to get a girl for a "quick lay" I was actually looking to build a solid foundation were I had beautiful chicks around as friends(and get a g/f possible from one of the social circles). Pretty soon I was hanging out with some nifty chicks.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJhaUMHbgpI/AAAAAAAAARA/5cnQughhs1U/s400/DSCI1581-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hard work had it's perks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TJhaUMHbgpI/AAAAAAAAARA/5cnQughhs1U/s1600/DSCI1581-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However a lot of women are shallow, and even if she likes you, if her friend  doesn't approve then you can be readily replaced. Reality is also that some women  aren't genuinely trying to be your friend unless you have something of  value(or they are attracted to you--duh!). I kept going out, and hit the field like a maniac. I was starting to burn  myself out. I did want a genuine social circle that enjoyed going out but I didn't want something that was just superficial, I needed someone who had a social circle already, someone who understands the bigger picture of just getting laid but making this into a lifestyle. Little did I know that with all that I had learned and experienced thus far,I still had tons of "limited beliefs" and they would be shattered again, by an Asian kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8880416176989763757-6447906561154091461?l=sjones84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/feeds/6447906561154091461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-struggles-of-solomon-part-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6447906561154091461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8880416176989763757/posts/default/6447906561154091461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjones84.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-2-struggles-of-solomon-part-one.html' title='Year 2: The Struggles of Solomon Part one'/><author><name>Solo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15233026694109849457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TBxyuYoGOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZ10yHJg4-c/S220/immcuable.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9YAytg-3OwA/TIE91D18OgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eP_CjWJ_MIM/s72-c/DSCI1654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8880416176989763757.post-6815444482557612175</id><published>2010-09-09T01:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:37:08.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linkage night'/><title type='text'>Linkage Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://paultheking.wordpress.com/2010/09/06/reflection-life-and-learning/"&gt;Paul the King talks about the importance of reflecting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therookiedc.wordpress.com/2010/09/07/bcn-first-night/"&gt;The Rookie makes a rookie mistake by not capitalizing with "the Russian"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vincentignatius.wordpress.com/2010/09/06/the-deepest-love/"&gt;Vince talks about your first love and why you won't love like that again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sectorlv.wordpress.com/2010/09/07/the-burden-has-been-lifted/#respond"&gt;Culdcept gives up on, online dating(atta boy)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realassanova.com/2010/09/you-can-pull-hot-women.html"&gt;Assanova shows you how to get the hotties...aye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebachelorscode.com/?p=96"&gt;Tyler analyzes my date with "fun size" and breaks it down like
