Hate To Love Me

Enlightenment And A Limo Makeout

I think I may have run into something that could drasticly shape the way the industry looks at calculated seduction� and how students of it will learn and observe interaction.� When I read� about this on Thursday� I didn’t realize the potential impact� but yesterday I did some more research and it hit me how revolutionary this could be if done properly so I’ve been investing some time and research into it.� No hints sorry!

In addition to that I’ve started to lift weights, nothing major yet but some upper body work to get a little less skinny and a little more powerful.� I can definitely see why people get addicted to lifting, I feel incredibly huge and powerful after lifting some weights.� The psychological benefits are astounding and I’m going to try my best to keep up and develop� this regiment.

One of my wings got back into town lastnight so we took the limo out and did some bar hopping.� We ran a couple of killer sets but it seemed to be one of “those” nights when no matter what you do something gets fucked up and ruins the pull.� At the end of the night we managed to pull a couple numbers and I made out with the target of a three set of girls we pulled off the street into the limo.� I ran some elementary fluff on how she� was twice as bad because she was half german/half italian and she was instantly into me (and incredibly drunk).� She starts rubbing my arm and holding onto me while we’re all talking and she turns to me and asks if she can kiss me on the cheek.� Me being a gentleman I obliged with her request.� She then then asks me if she can kiss me on the lips.� I, again maintaining my gentleman status, fascilitate this behavior and a makeout ensues.

All in all a good night.� Tonight we’re going out again and then I have a date tomorrow afternoon which is going to be a bitch to wake up for.� Hard life, right?� Hope to have more stories and pearls of wisdom for you tomorrow.

“I’m Ron Burgandy,� fuck you� San Diego.”

Orleans out.