Jesse Pinkman's approach/field reports thread.

[Jesse Pinkman]

Overall vibe and beyond game.

For years, I used to think that game was just hitting on as many women as possible and getting laid. At some point, I started to wonder if there was more to game. One of my friends had a birthday party years ago and he asked each of us to bring a girl. I noticed that neither my wing nor I had the kind of game to where we could ask a hot girl to come to a party with her and bring her friends. To think, we thought we had “game” but all we had been doing was spamming girls and hoping one was desperate enough.

If we were to try and throw a party, there is no way we could get the numbers we got at the time to show up. At that point, I realized that whatever I was doing, needed some work. Unfortunately, pickup or PUA does not teach this. They teach you how to spam with canned lines and then push for the lay but that is it. Overtime, just getting laid becomes overrated.

There is more power and more fun in being able to go out to a nightclub with her and her friends. In my life, when I experienced being one of the very few guys in a large group of girls that we went out to the club with, I almost saw nightgame through a different lens. I saw how much nicer the staff were, how desperate other guys looked approaching, and how much more attention we got from other women as a result.

It poked at my past insecurity about having missed out. I wasn’t just bitter or upset at not getting laid as much as I could have in my high school days, I was also bitter and upset at not getting invited to the coolest parties. I was bitter and upset at not feeling like I was part of a higher-status group. In a way, it was like the cool kids were off having their fun and I was the other.

Sure, getting laid helped me ease some of those things in the past that I missed out on but not everything. In some ways, I found that getting laid was just a bandaid to the situation. I may have addressed one part of missing out but not all of it. PUAs and guys that only do cold approach are still seeing as the same quirky loser outcasts in adulthood that they were in their youth.

Being at this event, talking to hot girls, and that exclusivity feeling had a regenerative type of effect on me. Other guys, including those who peaked earlier in life, will not get to experience this. Even the best high school or frat party in college cannot rival the quality we saw. You were almost living in another world and being the popular kids of the adult world. It’s like high school never ended but who the cool kids were changed.

 

[Dr.Suave]

Interesting. That´s quite the food for thought for sure.

When are you banging Kendall Jenner again? Keep us updated.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

Updates.

So CA girl had to do some traveling out west and I was not able to see her again as I wanted. She comes back this week so we will have to see how that goes and if she is down to hook up again. I got lazy and didn't go out to game much this weekend. Had to clean up my new spot big time now that I got the furniture settled in. Meanwhile, it started to finally kick in. I started to worry about losing her on the weekend I spent not gaming. Didn't DM her or anything but she just hit different for me. I felt like I actually cared and wanted to see her again because the sex was just that good. At the same time, I have lost a girl before because she was traveling around and then she came back and had different thoughts on things.

Luckily, brought myself a PS5 to take my mind off of things and just played videogames a lot of the weekend. I am trying to build a more well-rounded and balanced life instead of just relentlessly going out to game. I am going to hit the game again but do more approach sessions that are only an hour or two long now as opposed to being out for 6 hours trolling the streets for opportunities. Just found that videogames brought out a new competitive side in me.

Might have some more exciting news coming up soon!

 

[BillyPilgrim]

She'll just OD Jesse. Get to work.

 

[Dr.Suave]

Brought myself a PS5

Did you play Astros Playroom? Its short and included. What games did you play?

 

[Bingo-Player]

Updates.

she just hit different for me. I felt like I actually cared and wanted to see her again because the sex was just that good. At the same time,

Haha Them ones are too dangerous , i would have to go cold if she was travelling way too hard to manage emotions / reactions

It will just fvck your head

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

A different kind of week.

Alright my dudes. Not much cold approaching done this week but it had its surprises. I am going to get judged hard with the way this week but if it comes to that, then maybe it is time for other ventures. Who knows. Screw it, time to share a unique field report.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

Crazy and unpredictable Monday (3/13/23)

My Monday started off in a very strange way. My boss called in sick and then told me around 10 AM that I can take it easy for the rest of the day if I like. Well, talk about a strange twist of events. I get hit up from one of my old wings that I have not hung out with for a month. Apparently, he got laid off but got a pretty big severance and months of health insurance.

We get sick of texting so he calls me and tells me that a guy he met from a social circle event he was at is hosting a boat party, on a ****ing Monday, man I love Miami! So I Uber over, expecting that alcohol will be involved, and meet my wing at a rooftop bar early in the afternoon. The guy is there as well as a friend of his.

Wing has not seen me in forever so we catch up on everything. Apparently, he is going to take it easy for the next 2 months rather than jumping right into another job. We chat about what he has been up to and he has been traveling to a few countries because his boss gave him a heads up that his team is going to be let go come early March.

I also talk to the older guy who is an Israeli man from Massachusetts. Apparently, my wing and he hit it off well based on some stories he told. We soon go over to what he was proposing but have to wait for a friend of his. The friend happens to be a club promoter at one of the hottest nightclubs in town. It’s this bald guy with face tattoos and a muscular body, let’s call him Rob.

All four of us head to where the older guy, let’s call him Sam, wanted us to be. Sam takes us to an outdoor bar near a marina and we meet three women there as a group. All of the women knew Sam but then Rob is texting like crazy and so is my wing. I look around and my wing looks up at me.

“Yo, you got girls? Call em!” he says.

“Yeah buddy, we are calling the whole damn catwalk,” says Rob.

“Oh….well nah man no girls I can call right now,” I reply.

“Booo, this man is not invited,” says my wing, in a joking way as I play it off laughing.

“We got you covered homie but next time, bring girls!” replies Rob.

What kind of **** did I miss that my wing was getting into? A few minutes later, three blondes show up. One is kind of short but the other two are tall and hot. All of them know my wing. Rob and I are chatting as my wing is too busy with the blondes but then, shortly after, about two girls show up. One has jet-black hair and blue eyes and the other is a blonde with big tits. I thought we were ready to go, far from it.

Next, three girls show up, one of them Latina and two of them brunette. All of them were ****ing hot. Okay fine, we ready now? Nah, Rob is waiting on two more girls. The two girls show up, one a hot blonde and one a dark-haired blue-eyed white girl with pale skin. At this point it is about 12 or so girls (I must have lost count) to about 4 guys. Then, Sam makes a call and we are all sitting around and chatting.

I am relatively closed off and listening until one of the girls, the one with Jet-Black Hair and blue eyes says something to about me, come to think of it she looked a lot like Rachel Starr (yeah I used to have an awful porn addiction). She said it loud enough to where I could hear it. I ignored it but then she said it louder when she was really talking to Rob about me.

“I said why is this dude like so quiet, you shy dude? You lost?” she asked. She had that annoying white girl accent, the basic suburban girl that sounds ditzy.

“Yeah, pretty lost for a Monday,” I replied.

“Was that a joke?” she asked as Rob laughed.

“Yeah, not your kind of humor huh,” I replied.

“It wasn’t funny,” she replied

“You are funny,” I replied.

“Aww you’re flirting with me now,” she replied.

“I never said I would laugh with you though,” I replied, as Rob bust out laughing and a couple of girls looked in shock.

“Ugh, *******!” she replied, shoving me and then smiling.

We will call her Raven for now. The boat comes and we all start to slowly get on. I walk the pier but am a bit careful as it is a bit wet. Raven does not waste a second to make a joke about it.

“Awww come on, baby steps funny man,” as everyone laughs.

“Leave that man alone,” replies Rob. I laugh too, Raven has some humor to her,

If there are status games going on, I am not winning here at all or being one of the cool kids. I mean I didn’t even know a couple of hours ago that we were going to do this and these other guys came prepared. We get on the boat and then start to take off but then I realize something, my ****ing phone dies. Old me would be going neurotic wondering how I would call an Uber back but new me is different, **** it, we will figure it out.

The boat finally takes off and I am looking around. Mostly all of the girls are now in their two-piece bikinis. I see Raven’s body and my goodness this woman has those pornstar looks. Nice beautiful ass, slim waist, amazing tits, and a lovely olive tan. The other women also look amazing, like this day just randomly ****ing happened. I am also on about a week of NoFap and my **** gets hard as a rock. Rob and my wing take their shirts off while Sam keeps his on. I take my shirt off and am hairy as hell.

“Eeeewww, sasquatch, go back to the Geico commercials!” says Raven, as some girls laugh.

“Someone lost money on their car insurance,” I reply, as some girls and Rob laugh.

“I did, **** that company and their annoying little lizard, stomp on that ****,” replies Raven, as we all laugh.

I lay down to enjoy the view but look around and see that my wing is just surrounded by three hot blondes, one of the Latinas and her blonde friend. Rob is with the blonde that came with Raven, another blonde, a brunette, and then the Latina and blonde that walk away from hanging around my wing and towards Rob. Meanwhile, Sam is with the three women we initially met at the bar, one of them somewhat older.

With my shirt off, I am sunbathing and then Raven, one with dark hair and blue eyes, and this tall slim brunette with a ponytail lay down next to me. I am relatively chill about this but as bad as it sounds, have not been in this situation before. The cold approacher in me is all too used to chasing women that I have never gotten used to actually having women come to me. Don’t panic, don’t panic….I tell myself.

“No jokes at all? I was liking the roasting!” I tell Raven.

“You can roast in the sun, especially with that rug you are wearing over your body,” she replies, out loud. The two girls bust out laughing as Rob yells “damn!”.

“I’ll give some of it to you to put in your car,” I reply, trying to be funny.

“Brrrr, lame!” replies Raven, making a buzzer sound. I smile as awkward silence ensues. Raven is clearly an alpha female at this rate but screw it, enjoy the sun and the surprise day off.

I feel a body pushing against mines, the pale girl with black hair and blue eyes is rubbing her skin against mines. She looks into my eyes and smiles. I am not sure what it is about her but she has this arousing and seductive look. This girl is easily the shortest one in the group but she is slim and looks somewhat foreign, almost Balkan or Mediterranean.

“Hey,” I whisper, smiling.

“Hey,” she replies, laughing. We will call her Blue for now.

“Hay pass me the beer!” shouts Raven, out loud as we look over.

The brunette with the ponytail looks in shock but then walks over near me smiling. Brunette lays down near me too, she seems to know the blue-eyed girl. Not long after, I make some small talk with the two of them as Blue rubs my hairy chest. The tanned brunette put her leg over my crotch and she smiled like almonds. We will call the tanned brunette Tan.

“You two know each other,” I say.

“Haha, yes, we are former roommates,” replies Tan.

“Oh, here in Miami?” I asked.

“No haha, in LA,” replied Blue.

“Oh what city are you two originally from?” I asked.

“Paris,” replied Blue.

“Milan,” replied Tan.

“So fancy wines and a rivalry, I like that,” I reply, as the two end up laughing.

“So tell me about yourself!” said Raven, popping her head next to mines, smiling.

“Whoa! The Shining!” I said, laughing as the two girls laughed with me.

“Ass!” replied Raven, softly pinching my ear.

As the bodies of Tan and Blue rubbed against mines, I felt my **** getting as hard as a rock. Blue put her hand on the back of my neck and then shifted to my shoulder as Tan was looking out. It was hot as balls and unlike everyone else, I probably forgot to put my sunscreen on. I put my head on Blue’s shoulder as she giggled with my beard tickling her.

At the same time, I put my arm around Tan’s waist. Tan’s skin felt soft, like really soft. Moments later, Tan put her head on my shoulder and I don’t even remember what we talked about. Meanwhile, I was happy yet worried about Raven going quiet. I didn’t bother at all but then I looked over to see her looking off at the skyline as the boat went.

“We having Corona or Claws?” asked Wing.

“I’ll take a Claw,” I replied, knowing how normal beers make your breath stink.

“Claws,” replied Tan and Blue.

Tan and Blue would drink and after getting a Claw herself, Raven joined in. I tried not to say too much as Raven was the chatty one but I remember teasing Tan and Blue when Raven brought up a party. My take was them being bougee because they are French and Italian.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

Crazy Monday Part 2 (3/13/23)

Moments later, I felt it. You ever had your **** so hard but then felt like it was only moments from cumming and you feel that high? I started to control my breaths but no dice, it was still hard as hell. I also start acting a bit aroused by kissing Tan on her shoulder as she awkwardly laughed. What the **** was going on with me?

“That’s not how you cool someone down on a boat, slippy,” said Raven. Obviously, Raven’s smartass had to keep making comments. I put my face against Tan’s shoulder.

“I don’t get how we are burning over here and her body is cool,” I said.

“Because unlike you, we are cool,” replied Raven, as Tan and Blue laughed. I had nothing to say but I had to hide my frustration from this ****ing smartass. I put my head against Blue’s shoulder.

“She is warm,” I said, probably being a total creep right now but I didn’t care.

“And you are weird,” said Raven.

“And you are mean,” I replied.

“And you are sensitive,” she said.

“And you are judgmental,” I replied.

“Says the guy who judges women for having cool skin under warm weather,” replied Raven.

“Too long (buzzer sound),” I replied, as Tan and Blue laughed.

No Raven, you are not going to crack my frame you ****ing smartass. We all take a sip of our Claws. Blue has the Mango one and she gets me to take a sip. We end up taking a sip of each other’s Claws. I so want to ask for their IGs but my ****ing phone is dead. Plus, Raven is right there, who knows what bull**** she will come up with. I am starting to momentarily feel like I hate her but realize that I just need to play around with her. She wasn’t bad looking but it seemed like she was too much for the other guys.

Then I notice that Blue was taking an Insta story with me and Tan so I smile at the camera.

“Let’s the cool kid in this one, get over here,” I said, gently kicking Raven.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” replied Raven, in a playful way.

“Whoa, Strong Woman!” I replied.

“You hoes are getting in my story!” said Raven, taking a story of us.

“What is your Instagram?” asked Blue.

“Yeah here, let me give mines to all of you since my phone is dead,” I replied.

I give all three my Instagram. In that moment, I feel a dilemma. I want to **** so Tan really bad, I love her from the way she smells to her tanned look. Blue is also cute but she is pale as ****. I am entertaining my talks with Blue while trying to get Tan involved. Tan is somewhat cold at first, being the quieter one but then warms up. I gently squeeze her side and hear a light groan as she puts her leg over my crotch.

Right when things were going so well, disaster strikes. I had been on NoFap and so into Tan. I could just imagine how I would eat her out and the things that I would do to her. My thoughts were so nasty and overwhelming that I ended up cumming. Thankfully, my **** was rested under my leg so I really got *** on the back of my thigh but it was a nervous moment.

The good news is that the boat had turned around a while back and we had not realized how much time had passed, it had been hours. However, as all who have done NoFap know, you can bust a huge load. I feel the *** dripping down from my thigh so I gently shift it over while talking to Tan, Raven, and Blue.

We arrive back to our location as both Blue and Tan get up. Blue and Tan offer to help me up but I smile and tell them I can do it myself. They head over while looking back at me. I am nervous, not knowing what is going to drip out when I stand up.

“Here is a towel, be subtle” whispered Raven, looking at me and winking. I quickly wipe the area of my leg that had the ***. Tan has turned around while Blue is looking and smiling.

I get enough of it off and keep the towel, folding it so the *** is not showing. Rob had to leave so the girls left with him. Wing was having an afterparty at his place but Tan had a class and Wing had dinner with her cousin in town. I decided to still go to Wing’s afterparty which I will talk about on my next post.

 

[BillyPilgrim]

You're an honorary white man Jesse.

Raven an under-the-radar Italiana?

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

You're an honorary white man Jesse.

Raven an under-the-radar Italiana?

Funny thing, she had a clover tatted on her to show that she is Irish, she refers to herself as "Black Irish"

Any Irish experts in here wanna chime in on that?

 

[BillyPilgrim]

Funny thing, she had a clover tatted on her to show that she is Irish, she refers to herself as "Black Irish"

Any Irish experts in here wanna chime in on that?

It just means she has Irish ancestors who came up from the Iberian Peninsula (Spain) and shipwrecked there.

It's the Catholicism. Irish Catholic women are overall just as bad as the Italianas. Slightly better attitudes and slightly worse bodies. Those two cultures tend to produce toxic women, perhaps due a victim complex in the Irish culture and a superiority complex in the Italian one. Interestingly enough, the Polish, French, and German Catholic women aren't nearly as bad.

Here's a telling piece on Polish vs. Irish girls (about the Irish community in Poland). The Polish girls start at 0:22 and The Irish girls start at 2:00.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

Update to the Wing's Party as promised from March 13th so a while back.

After what was an embarrassing boat trip with Tan and Blue leaving, I decided to take my Wing’s offer for the afterparty. The three blondes came as well as the Latina and Raven tagged along. In all, it was 5 girls and 2 of us. This is the same Wing who was involved with me when we pulled together a while back. My phone was dead while the Latina and I rode with Raven.

I’ve not had the time to talk about the Latina’s look much but she actually didn’t even look that Latina at first. She had freckles, black hair, and a face that could have easily passed for Middle Eastern, Balkan or Mediterranean.

I found the subtle segregation kind of hilarious as a guy with black hair and tanned skin. The brunettes in the boat went for me while the blondes went for my wing and Rob. I used to love blondes but over the years, find that brunettes are more receptive and just give better sex so it’s mutual. Raven drove us but was surprisingly quiet. The Latina got out of the car first as I remained with the Latina closing the door.

“I know you bust a nut back there, that was funny,” said Raven, laughing.

“You are a sharp one,” I replied.

“I know what I know,” she replied.

We headed to Wing’s apartment which was a luxury suite in the city. Yeah, the guy is set financially for the most part. We arrive and Wing has all of the drinks as well. Thankfully, he also has a charger for my phone so I get it charged. We all sit around in his massive living room as he turns up the music, he was always more of a party animal than I was.

One of the blondes is really digging Wing while the other looks on. The blonde practically sits on Wing’s lap while the two other blondes sat on the couch with him. I sit on the nearby couch with Raven and the Latina with her. Wing passes around shot glasses and asks us all to do a shot of this special liquor he got from his visit to New Orleans. New Orleans, oh boy….this is going to get interesting. We all do it.

“This is some strong ****,” says one of the blondes.

“How would you know?” asked the other blonde.

“I am a bartender, that’s how!” replied the blonde.

Yeah, she was right, this was some strong ****ing ****. I am not even sure what my wing has us on. The dude can definitely drink and has strong alcohol tolerance so he asks us to do another shot. For a moment I am about to say no but all others in the room are doing shots so **** it, I go with it and do a shot. The second one hits me hard and I just realized I did not even ask what this **** is a shot of. Wing drinks a bit from the bottle as the bartender blonde stops him.

“You are gonna end up in ER from that!” says the blonde.

“Here,” says the wing, putting the bottle against her mouth.

“Dude, quit!” says the bartender, grabbing the bottle and setting it aside.

This is some strong **** and I am starting to slightly fade. Lately, I have lost a good bit of weight too so the drinks hit me harder. I have not gone out and had a drink for a few months now either so there’s that. What the **** did I just get myself into?

You get to that point of drunk where you feel like people’s voices are fading in a way and you know it is that level of drunk you are getting to? I was there and I feel like others were getting there too. Raven leans heavily on me and I just grab her ass while putting my face against her ears. She is all good with it while three of the blondes are making out with my wing. I feel my back being rubbed, it’s the Latina.

Time either sped up or did something but the one silver lining is that my **** was hard again. I did not think I would be able to pull that off after the embarrassing episode on the boat but I felt the blood just rush to my ****. I start to lay back and make out with both Raven and the Latina who are all over me. The only thing I remember is my hand in Raven’s panties and a hand being on my ****, not sure if it was Raven or the Latina.

I was out, like really out, and so was just about everyone else. I am not even sure if I ****ed, that’s how strong that **** was. I just remember relaxing and being out without a care in the world. Then when I woke up, it was nighttime, like past dinner. The Latina is still sleeping and Raven is barely awake along with two of the blondes just waking up. Wing and one of the blondes he had apparently ****ed are both out.

However, as strong as the alcohol may have been, I did not have any sort of a hangover. About an hour later, Wing finally woke up and so did the blonde with him. Everyone started to look fresh and not lazy at all from a hangover like you usually would. I was not aware enough to ask what the heck we just had and Wing had proposed that we all go to a local favorite restaurant. Surprisingly, everyone is down but almost no one brought the proper clothes.

I tell Wing that I will get dressed and meet him there, everyone else pretty much does the same. We all go but then when I get there, we realize that some have not shown up. The bartender blonde is out and so is the Latina. It is just me, Raven, the two blondes, and Wing. That is what happens whenever there is a disruption in the momentum you have going, guarantee it, whenever people go back home to get dressed some will rarely meet you again that night.

The rest of the night goes well and I have some intimate conversations with the Latina and Raven. At one point, it is just us talking to each other that night. A couple of guys cut in including one flashing his Lambo at which point Raven looks at him and says “that’s adorable” before looking back at me and talking. That kind of **** will make you feel powerful as a man, when women are blowing off other men talking to them just to talk to you. I am thinking about it but then I start to propose plans with Raven and the Latina.

I start talking about the pool in my building and tell them about how they can get a nice view of one of Miami’s most underrated neighborhoods. They start asking me about the building a bit and the neighborhood.

“Yeah, literally every other apartment is like that in Miami these days,” says Raven, damn this chick is busting my balls at every turn.

“For someone like you, I am surprised every single one isn’t,” I reply, as the Latina laughed.

Raven playfully pushed me as we all talked. I back off of proposing my rooftop but follow the Latina on IG as she follows me back. Raven turns around and says she is actually interested in exploring my neighborhood and I tell her I can show her and the Latina around this weekend. Latina tells me she has to travel back to Illinois to see family and Raven says she is going to celebrating St. Patty’s with her family visiting in town.

The night slowly starts to wind down and for some reason, I didn’t try to pull to my spot. I could have but now I look back with regret. Maybe that is the downfall of the social circle game, you lose your killer instinct and are too laid back to act on an opportunity. It was a fun time and I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with everyone.

Wing clearly closed with the blonde that night while Raven and the Latina headed back. Could I have let a great opportunity pass? Perhaps. However, what happened happened and only time would tell in the coming weeks if anything comes of it.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

Life updates in general and game.

1. The California girl has not gotten back to me and I have learned to accept that maybe she got over it. I did see her IG and she was still back home, haven't DM'd her for a bit. I posted a story and she liked it though but she hasn't posted a story in a few days. I am going to let it play out and wait until she either posts a story of her in Miami or comments on stuff I have going on.

2. I am learning the power of social circle game based on what my wing had set up and just in general. At times, I started to doubt if cold approach was worth it and I get why dudes who do well with social circle or apps hate cold approach. It is hard to get back to it once you have felt success with women. Why should you get rejected and deal with all of that when you have above average looking or hot women interested in you?

3. I still want to do cold approach but am trying to lower the amount of approaches I do. I would like to get back to still hitting the paint and having sessions on weekends when I can. Yeah, it was a grind, but I looked back and realized I met a lot of amazing women from it. I mean my last real lay was technically from cold approach as well so despite its toughness, it rewards those who stick with it.

Trying to bring more stability and routine back into life after a crazy few weeks.

I am going to write more about social circle game and make this my game journal whether it be cold approach or social circle. Not sure when I want to end it or stop it but my goal is to get it to at least 100 pages and then after that, depending on where we are with game, call an end to it.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

It just means she has Irish ancestors who came up from the Iberian Peninsula (Spain) and shipwrecked there.

It's the Catholicism. Irish Catholic women are overall just as bad as the Italianas. Slightly better attitudes and slightly worse bodies. Those two cultures tend to produce toxic women, perhaps due a victim complex in the Irish culture and a superiority complex in the Italian one. Interestingly enough, the Polish, French, and German Catholic women aren't nearly as bad.

Here's a telling piece on Polish vs. Irish girls (about the Irish community in Poland). The Polish girls start at 0:22 and The Irish girls start at 2:00.

LMAO, Irish women are not nearly as bad as Italian women in the US. In Europe is a different story perhaps but in the US, Irish descent women are quite approachable, cool, and way less toxic than the typical guidette. Then again, the bar is low, although exceptions exist, Italian American women are the embodiment of trash.

 

[BillyPilgrim]

LMAO, Irish women are not nearly as bad as Italian women in the US. In Europe is a different story perhaps but in the US, Irish descent women are quite approachable, cool, and way less toxic than the typical guidette. Then again, the bar is low, although exceptions exist, Italian American women are the embodiment of trash.

Mileage will vary sir. FWIW, Irish women do tend to be more liberal.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

Mileage will vary sir. FWIW, Irish women do tend to be more liberal.

Politics matter little here even though I lean right. Italian American women are the worst of all the worlds. The #MeToo movement was started by an Italian American actress from Brooklyn. They are the absolute worst of conservative and liberal culture thrown into one.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

I have not updated this thing in like forever but crazy freaking weekend. I am too tired today from a host of things to write out the full report but I will always try to update all of you the best I can as I want this to continue on. Took a bit of a layoff again from daygame due to a laundry list of things I need to get done that are not even work related. I'd like to get back to it soon but as you all know, this past weekend was Ultra in Miami.

Usually, I am not a fan of music festivals. As I have gotten older, I hate these sort of things in general. Lots of drugs, lots of passed out people, lots of drinking, lots of trashiness, and you name it. However, my wing who has become my close friend was up to no good and pestered me to come. Given the fact that whenever I hang out with this dude, we have a good time, I went. A lot of women I knew from the previous time hanging out with him were there along some of their friends in town. All in all, it ended up being around a total of a good bit of girls to 3 guys (the club promoter came).

They knew one of the DJs performer and promoter had the hookups to get us all into VIP. Roasted and lightly jabbed at me a bit saying "and look who brings no girls". I am not sure how annoyed I should be but it did hit me. All along, I had been chasing a lay count and I still value that but I could not hit up any girls to join me for Ultra. Then as we post stories, a few girls DM me saying if they can get into VIP. I do not read the DMs on purpose and still haven't read them because they can see that I can leave them on seen.

What's weird is that I had sent DMs to some of these girls that were left on seen. I just have a decent time in VIP with a couple of the women I met previously, especially Raven who is having me try all sorts of alcoholic $hit. It was an unreal experience but I guess I was too overwhelmed by it to close.

I am at a weird place right now where so much is happening all at once. My routine is lost. The only thing I have going for me is hitting the gym every other day but other than that, I am not cold approaching multiple times a week as I had intended with daygame. Things are coming to me but so much more to learn.

It's like I am in some weird and awkward period of my life where things aren't bad but I know there is way more I can be doing.

Look to provide you guys with field reports again and maybe even some lay reports. This year has been off to one weird start.

 

[SW15]

Italian American women are the worst of all the worlds.

You are fortunate you left New York for Miami. Miami is not known for Italian-American women.

In general, basic White women tend to annoy me more than Italian-American women. I consider a basic White woman to be a White woman who isn't Italian-American, Ashkenazi Jewish, or Israeli Jewish.

 

[Jesse Pinkman]

You are fortunate you left New York for Miami. Miami is not known for Italian-American women.

In general, basic White women tend to annoy me more than Italian-American women. I consider a basic White woman to be a White woman who isn't Italian-American, Ashkenazi Jewish, or Israeli Jewish.

TBH, I feel like I have been hard on Italian American women ever since I have been here. Funny you mention all of this as one of the girls I have met is an Italian American woman from California. We were chatting over some drinks and when I told her I came down from NYC, she laughed and said she avoids NY and NJ because of how awful her own people are there. She openly said "New York and Jersey Italians give Italians across the world a bad name".

After the Germans and Irish, I believe Italians are the most common heritage group in the US. I just found out that my favorite politician in America, Ron DeSantis, is Italian American. As always, whenever I say anything bad about Italians or Italian Americans, I am really just talking about the ones in New York and Jersey. The ones elsewhere are indistinguishable from the WASPs or any other White American.

We do have quite a few Italian Americans in Florida btw, the governor himself is of Italian descent though he is a far cry from a Cuomo lol.

I was wrong for judging Italian American women based on the trash I met in NYC and NJ. From what I read from @In2theGame and his successes, some can be quite fun to be with and be around.

Plus, I noticed that some of my close friends are of Italian descent and they hate NY and NJ Italians more than I do. You're of Italian background, you must have some opinions I missed lol.