30 Seconds is All It Takes - Read this if you haven't already
Updates for the followers:
1. The Asian import model i picked up a few weeks ago emailed me and said that she'll be in town soon and would like to see me. She's pretty famous by the way, a lot of you guys know her. So yea, this is set. I think she's doing GoGo at one of the big clubs here, so we'll probably hook up.
2. The other chick from the beach messaged me and said that she wants to see me. This is phenomenal. These girls are gorgeous and they're flat-out stating that they wanna hook up with me, and that's after speaking for only 30 seconds. What's happening here? Hey, no complaints
Yea, so i remembered about one of my wings telling me yesterday about some kind of a birthday party (friend of a friend of a friend? *shrug*) and figured i'd give him a shout. I got a hold of him and sure enough, there were screaming drunken chicks in the background. Perfect. I'm coming over.
Funny, i only knew three out of some fifty people there. "Whose house is this?" Good enough So i started talking to their little circle, but moments later realized that they were all kinda standing in the corner and looked... well, creepy.
So, not wasting any time, i grabbed a 750ml bottle of Finlandia and downed 1/5 of it in one shot. Being Russian helps. Don't feel like staying in the creepy circle, so off we go to mingle. I brought everyone with me. But then... what the fvck, the cops show up. I've never seen people disappear so quickly.
Sheep. I walk up to the cops and ask them how the hell they got into the backyard? Did they climb the fence? Creeps. I proceeded to make fun of everyone for being such sheep, which i think permanently cemented my reputation as "yea, that guy's an a$$hole. Wait, who is he anyway?"
Fast forward 20 minutes. This was fun. Everyone else left, but about a dozen of us were chilling on the patio... actually, kinda sad because there were 9 guys, 1 ugly chick, 1 taken chick (with my boy), and... wait, this is where things brigten up. And, the hottest chick at the party. According to my friends anyway. I couldn't disagree. "She's hard, man. Trust me. You gotta become friends first." Shut up. She's gorgeous, so i like her, and i just caught her looking at me, so she likes me too. It's over.
Fast forward another 20 minutes and we're getting ready to take off in another guy's 300C. Someone else was supposed to follow it in my 350Z because i was gone from the vodka. Then i realized that i don't have the keys. Oh fvck. Please, not this. Wait. They're back at the backyard.
But wait, what happened to the hot chick? She and the taken chick were being entertained by a random extrovert and i honestly didn't know how to get in on that. So, feeling all buzzed and non-caring, i just walked away (as opposed to doing my usual "do it or die, chickensh1t!" emotional rollercoaster routine). Buutt.. now that i was back at the patio, there she was again.
Wait, am i someone who's allow another guy to prevent me from taking my chick? Am i really gonna just walk? No. Hah, look. She's now sitting in the middle of the trampoline, surrounded by 4 guys and chicks who are all trying to entertain her. I feel faith. Then i walk. I look her right in the eyes and say the first words i've said to her tonight "hey... i wanna steal you away for a minute or two... i wanna talk to you " The other chick starts whining, but i just ignore her.
Alright, time-out. So there i was, surrounded by people i didn't even know, stretching my hand out to the hottest chick at the entire party and basically telling her to hold on to me and leave her friends because i "wanted to talk to her." Did i actually expect this to work? Hell no. Not consciously, anyway. But deep down, i felt at peace. As i walked up to them and said what i did, i felt... faith. And calm. Nothing else.
To my utter astonishment (i'm not even gonna talk about the other guys, plus Mr. Extrovert who's been working on her for quite some time), she took my hand and got off the trampoline. We started walking. Interestingly enough, at this point, i just let go and... believed. I've tried doing this before, but it never fully worked. It did this time. That James Allen book really helped.
Me: "Hey... i saw you looking at me, so i figured i'd give you a... a chance "
Her: *searching my eyes*
Me: I'm Krassus
Her: I'm Blondie *gentleest handshake ever*
Me: Listen, my friends are all waiting for me back at the car... if i wanted to... you know... get to know you better, how could i do that?
Her: You could call me, you could have my number
Me: Hey wait, how old are you? *slightly lean back*
Her: Oh, i'm 18
Me: Alright Here... *hand her the Razr*
Done. 93% of communication is non-verbal. If your heart is true, all it takes is 30 seconds.
Updates for the followers:
1. The Asian import model i picked up a few weeks ago emailed me and said that she'll be in town soon and would like to see me. She's pretty famous by the way, a lot of you guys know her. So yea, this is set. I think she's doing GoGo at one of the big clubs here, so we'll probably hook up.
2. The other chick from the beach messaged me and said that she wants to see me. This is phenomenal. These girls are gorgeous and they're flat-out stating that they wanna hook up with me, and that's after speaking for only 30 seconds. What's happening here? Hey, no complaints
Yea, so i remembered about one of my wings telling me yesterday about some kind of a birthday party (friend of a friend of a friend? *shrug*) and figured i'd give him a shout. I got a hold of him and sure enough, there were screaming drunken chicks in the background. Perfect. I'm coming over.
Funny, i only knew three out of some fifty people there. "Whose house is this?" Good enough So i started talking to their little circle, but moments later realized that they were all kinda standing in the corner and looked... well, creepy.
So, not wasting any time, i grabbed a 750ml bottle of Finlandia and downed 1/5 of it in one shot. Being Russian helps. Don't feel like staying in the creepy circle, so off we go to mingle. I brought everyone with me. But then... what the fvck, the cops show up. I've never seen people disappear so quickly.
Sheep. I walk up to the cops and ask them how the hell they got into the backyard? Did they climb the fence? Creeps. I proceeded to make fun of everyone for being such sheep, which i think permanently cemented my reputation as "yea, that guy's an a$$hole. Wait, who is he anyway?"
Fast forward 20 minutes. This was fun. Everyone else left, but about a dozen of us were chilling on the patio... actually, kinda sad because there were 9 guys, 1 ugly chick, 1 taken chick (with my boy), and... wait, this is where things brigten up. And, the hottest chick at the party. According to my friends anyway. I couldn't disagree. "She's hard, man. Trust me. You gotta become friends first." Shut up. She's gorgeous, so i like her, and i just caught her looking at me, so she likes me too. It's over.
Fast forward another 20 minutes and we're getting ready to take off in another guy's 300C. Someone else was supposed to follow it in my 350Z because i was gone from the vodka. Then i realized that i don't have the keys. Oh fvck. Please, not this. Wait. They're back at the backyard.
But wait, what happened to the hot chick? She and the taken chick were being entertained by a random extrovert and i honestly didn't know how to get in on that. So, feeling all buzzed and non-caring, i just walked away (as opposed to doing my usual "do it or die, chickensh1t!" emotional rollercoaster routine). Buutt.. now that i was back at the patio, there she was again.
Wait, am i someone who's allow another guy to prevent me from taking my chick? Am i really gonna just walk? No. Hah, look. She's now sitting in the middle of the trampoline, surrounded by 4 guys and chicks who are all trying to entertain her. I feel faith. Then i walk. I look her right in the eyes and say the first words i've said to her tonight "hey... i wanna steal you away for a minute or two... i wanna talk to you " The other chick starts whining, but i just ignore her.
Alright, time-out. So there i was, surrounded by people i didn't even know, stretching my hand out to the hottest chick at the entire party and basically telling her to hold on to me and leave her friends because i "wanted to talk to her." Did i actually expect this to work? Hell no. Not consciously, anyway. But deep down, i felt at peace. As i walked up to them and said what i did, i felt... faith. And calm. Nothing else.
To my utter astonishment (i'm not even gonna talk about the other guys, plus Mr. Extrovert who's been working on her for quite some time), she took my hand and got off the trampoline. We started walking. Interestingly enough, at this point, i just let go and... believed. I've tried doing this before, but it never fully worked. It did this time. That James Allen book really helped.
Me: "Hey... i saw you looking at me, so i figured i'd give you a... a chance "
Her: *searching my eyes*
Me: I'm Krassus
Her: I'm Blondie *gentleest handshake ever*
Me: Listen, my friends are all waiting for me back at the car... if i wanted to... you know... get to know you better, how could i do that?
Her: You could call me, you could have my number
Me: Hey wait, how old are you? *slightly lean back*
Her: Oh, i'm 18
Me: Alright Here... *hand her the Razr*
Done. 93% of communication is non-verbal. If your heart is true, all it takes is 30 seconds.
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