Hate To Love Me

Done School!

I have completed my academic career! Finished my last exam on Wednesday and celebrated at fashion show complete with a table, bottles, a limo and women. Life is good right now!

It’s a weird feeling finally being done school. It’s a combination of excitement and confusion all at once. Most people would tell me it’s time to get a job but obviously I have my sights set on other endeavours. It’s weird not having any sort of structure to my life now. You spend your entire schoolastic career inside closed doors looking out at the world you want to be a part of and now that I’m here it’s like a chain has been taken off my ankle and a weight has been put on my back. I don’t have any more excuses not to be making money anymore.

All the advice they give you for your future is geared towards the ideal that you’re going to be picking up that 9-5. I’m already seeing people who are graduating with me amping up their resumes and getting job interviews. I dread the thought of working some bullshit gig during bullshit hours for some asshole who’s getting paid for my hard work.Â

Work is just for money. In my eyes money is just a means to an end, a means to freedom and a life worth living. Working that 9-5 defeats that purpose.  You have security (even though that’s debatable) but you’re strapped to a desk while the life gets sucked out of you. At the end of the day everything you’ve worked towards is still out of reach because you’re too tired to take advantage of the spoils you’ve earned.

Although the structure is gone it seems as though I’m going to have to build an even more strict regiment to live by if I want my freedom from corporate life.

A couple of big things coming up, will keep you folks updated as they come!!!

Impatience And Laziness

What’s with the abundance of impatience and laziness these days?

Lastnight I saw no less than 3 different infomercials for revolutionary exercise machines to get sculped lean abs.  All these infomercials promise less work, less time and MORE MORE MORE results!!! Of course what they don’t tell you is that you have to reach a certain body fat percentage in order to start acheiving the six pack look. They don’t want you to know that their miracle machine can’t solve someone’s dietary problems. They’d rather just have you look at shitty before/after photos and happy go lucky models sitting and spinning on their Two For The Price Of One Abdomisolveallyourproblemator Xtreme.Â

Sitting in my car at a red light I always see the same thing. The typical scenario is a girls walk up to the crosswalk and literally slams the button about 20 times like it recognizes some sort of urgency. When she figures out that it’s not psychic she decides to start crossing the street, in spite of the fact that the light changed not even 10 seconds later. Honestly, what’s the rush? If she was in that much of a hurry, say to catch a bus, she would run. She wasn’t running, she just didn’t want to have to wait for the light to change. It’s not the prospect of lack of time, it’s having to wait for something that drives people to such behaviour.

Of course I’m guilty of this from time to time. I absolutely, positively DESPISE having to wait in line to get into a bar or club. It gets to the point where I’ll move an entire group to my usual spot if I decide that a lineup is too long. No one complains (especially in the winter) but it also means I don’t get to experience a variety of waterholes to drink in.

Patience and hard work are rare qualities these days. We wonder why we’re in an age of mediocracy. It’s because we’re too fucking lazy and impatient to acheive real long term goals. We want everything now and for as little effort as we can get away with. God forbid we have to work a little harder or longer than we’re used to because we’ll give up at the drop of a dime.

Everyone sees the success of Style. How quickly and tremendously he turned his life around. How he went from absolute zero to a HERO in as little as a year. So the public decides to give it a try, you should have seen the influx in forum activity when that story turned popular. Quickly men turn to techniques and lines. And then just as quickly as the surge happened, activity dropped. OH SHIT! It’s not so fucking easy is it. It’s not just about shit you can learn over a week and then become a pickup pussy magnet player artist. It’s not just lines, it’s a lifestyle. So guys drop it. How fucking sad is it that a group of men who want absolute control over their love lives can’t put in the effort to gain it. How can such a large majority just call it quits?

This brings me to a side point. Don’t worry about this shit going public guys. The men who are serious about this kind of thing are already here. Back on track.

Pickup, like everything else worth getting handled in your life, takes a lot of work and time. You can’t expect to become a superstar overnight. A lot of guys believe that if they throw enough money at the issue they can get it handled. They buy bootcamps, DVD sets, audio tapes, ebooks (holy fuck are there a lot of ebooks out there) and then after they have every single piece of material on the market they ask how long til the next product is out. UNREAL! You can’t throw money at this kind of problem, sit on your ass and then expect it to be magically fixed. I’m not saying these things don’t help, but without the ambition to practice and get experience it’s all meaningless.

Everyone wants the cure. They want it right fucking now and for $19.95.

You get what you put into this guys. The more hours you’re out there and the more dedication you have to making the right changes you have the more you’re going to get out of this. Why did Style get so good so fast? Two reasons. First, his job as a writer gave him tremendous amounts of time. Secondly, he had the dedication to go meet and live with as many of the best in the world he could find. He lived the dream and now guys want to live his. Don’t find yourself looking for the easy street, the only place it’s taking you is failure.

So. Are you a product whore? Are you trying to get good at picking up women and yet not going out to practice atleast twice a week? Do you spend hours searching the forums for information on how to open a girl if she’s blonde, has C cup tits, is standing next to the wall with three friends and looks like she’s having an amazing night? You sir are in luck. I Orleans have come up with a revolutionary system that will allow you to become the bitch slapping slut fucker you’ve always wanted to be. It’s called CLOSE YOUR FUCKING LAPTOP AND GO TO A BAR TO OPEN SETS A COUPLE NIGHTS A WEEK FOR MORE THAN 2 HOURS A NIGHT!!!!!!!!

-Orleans

What A Week!

This week has been a crazy gong show. Absolutely nuts!

Rewok came up to spend his spring break with me and this kid is the tits! He’s so laid back and yet has a great energy to go out and he’s RELENTLESS! He comes from a heavily social proofed area so to come to another country and have to practice pure cold approach was a little bit hard for him but no matter what happened he kept pushing forward. We had a lot of nights where we turned something out of nothing and it turned out stellar! I’ll give you guys a quick recap.

Sunday
Rewok gets lost on the way up here. Gets here in the early evening. We decide to go out. We head over to a popular Sunday night bar but the line is huge and not moving so we move into the market. We hit up another bar and it has all of ten people in it. No problem says he, he barges right into the big 8 set and tries to hold court but the logistics are straight fucked. He takes a lap around the bar and spots a two set. We later go in and it goes great.

My target won’t tell me how old she is. I decide it’d be a good idea to tease her and say she’s 32 and a half. Later on Rewok and target trade ID’s and I look. She’s 32 and a half, almost exactly. Wow. She also tells me that I don’t look like a business student and that I’m doing the wrong thing, I look more artsy apparently. Yeah right, like I’m gonna take career advice from a 32 year old server at a mexican restaurant.

Highlight of the night. I backturn my target and announce to Rewok and the obstacle that she’s being a brat and therefore I have to play hard to get. My target proceeds to lift my shirt up and feel my stomach and chest before lunging her hands down the front of my pants right in front of her friend. You should have seen the look on the obstacles face, I don’t think she’s ever seen my target like this before.

Monday
I take Rewok to school with me. He runs a couple quick sets around the campus and then comes and watches me do a presentation for one of my classes. I nail the presentation and the Q+A session which included one of my asshole classmates asking me in front of my whole class whether ad copy and search engine optimization would help Lifestyle Imaging. Jealousy, I love it.

There’s nothing going on Monday night’s so we just decided to head down to a cluster of bars called The Irish Village and hang out and have a few drinks. Had a blast and Rewok ended up working a hilarious set which consisted of a girl who snorted when she laughed and the reincarnation of the ice queen.

Tuesday
We had set up to go out to lunch with my Welsh buddy who I haven’t seen in about a year and a half. We meet up with him and he suggests we go to a pool hall. I know what this means. When you get two pool hall junkies who haven’t seen each other in over a year back together in a pool hall, you’re gonna see a drunkfest. 4 pitchers of Canada’s finest Alexander Keiths Pale Ale and you have 3 drunk dudes. We wander around downtown and Rewok is demanding girls highfive him as we’re going down the street. Hilarity ensues.

We go home and take a nap as we’re absolutely bagged and then meet up with Maverick and Hysteria at the popular Tuesday night bar in the city. This bar is LOUD beyond belief, it’s practically impossible to hold set. I see a couple girls who I’ve been out with and reignite the attraction. I also saw the girl from “The Date From Hell” and apparently it didn’t go as bad as I thought it did because she still seemed very attracted and apparently sent me a text message that I never got and kept questioning why I didn’t write back. Soooooooooo I’m a sucker for punishment so I’m gonna take her to the National Art Gallery this week.

Rewok did a ton of sets, I slacked and took it easy and worked on my girls. He kept on getting frustrated due to the absurd music volume so we took off early.

Wednesday
Power outage and exhaustion. We take it easy and go grab a bubbletea.

Thursday
We met up with one of the girls I’m seeing and her friend. Played some Guitar Hero and Wii and then headed over to a local hockey bar for drinks and food.

Long story short I brought everyone to Tila and everyone had a fun time.

Friday
Rewok heads home.

I went out for a night on the town after hanging out with a friend of mine who’s going through a rough breakup. Poor girl broke up with her boyfriend and her roomates took off to the bar with him that night. Ouch. I spent some time with her and then after her roomates got home I took off (with one of them in tow) to Tila. The entire night went perfect as far as social proof goes. Ended up almost doing a pull but slacked when hit with LMR and lost it. Oh well. Great night all around.
All in all it was a crazy experience and time. It was a glimpse into having a kick ass roomate and although I’m enjoying having my privacy back it sucks not having a partner in crime around. Rewok, buddy, you’re welcome back anytime.

Orleans, alone… and out.

Visitor In Town

Hey guys!

I know I haven’t updated in a while and I promise that’s going to change soon. Rewok decided to spend his spring break up here with me so we’ve been going out nightly and then I’ve been working on school and napping during the day. We’ve got tons of stories coming up though so stay tuned for the adventures of Rewok and Orleans!!!!

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