FR: New kid in town - the rebirth of Vulpine

[realsmoothie]

Entertaining stuff, as usual. Wish everyone would be as descriptive with their FR's... how do you remember all that dialogue?

One thing I picked up from your "throwin' bows" interaction... seems to me that you pretty much had her the instant you elbowed her. Not that you couldn't have turned a less-direct approach into good results... what I mean is that by being so directly ****y right away it makes the rest even easier.

This sounds obvious but with a lot of the FR's out there I can see how guys are coming up to girls and playing around without kino'ing or showing any interest, which seems to leave the ball in the woman's court.

I'm terrible with the first move, but I know that in the rare cases where I DO approach someone with a bit of ****iness going (usually alcohol fueled) it's a heck of a lot easier than when you're just like "hey, what's up" and trying to play friendly.

 

[Vulpine]

Entertaining stuff, as usual. Wish everyone would be as descriptive with their FR's... how do you remember all that dialogue?

Well, if you vocalize it, it's usually less than 5 minutes worth of talking. I wish I could throw down all the stuff in a night, or complete dialogues, but usually only some of the notable stuff sticks:
1. Because it was smooth
2. Because it was funny
2A. Because It was funny how smooth it was
3. Because it sucked
4. It was a turning point
5. There was something to be learned
6. Something that worked positively shocked me

Of course, I would say that the dialogues are 95% accurate to what was originally said. I couldn't possibly remember EVERYTHING verbatim, so there are some hazy spots where I need to paraphrase. As I remember, sometimes I need to go back and fix the dialogues for accuracy. Sometimes I remember some things as wordier and just leave them for the sake of clarity. All in all, the content is 100%. The exact verbage in many cases is irrellevant to the point or the overall goings on/flow.

It's actually easier than it looks. Once you start replaying a scene in your head, the memory fast forwards and rewinds several times while you are typing.

One thing I picked up from your "throwin' bows" interaction... seems to me that you pretty much had her the instant you elbowed her. Not that you couldn't have turned a less-direct approach into good results... what I mean is that by being so directly ****y right away it makes the rest even easier.

That interaction WAS pretty ridiculous. I saw the open work, so I tried to keep consistent. I was surprised at how well the whole interaction flowed. Takeaways, body language, leaving and coming back... I was just on top of things and kept an indifferent stance.

This sounds obvious but with a lot of the FR's out there I can see how guys are coming up to girls and playing around without kino'ing or showing any interest, which seems to leave the ball in the woman's court.

I'm terrible with the first move, but I know that in the rare cases where I DO approach someone with a bit of ****iness going (usually alcohol fueled) it's a heck of a lot easier than when you're just like "hey, what's up" and trying to play friendly.

Indifference seems to really be the key. (Indifference = fun = postive interactions with women) Indifference is like a bottomless pit. You can't fall on your face if you are indifferent. In fact, falling face first in a bottomless pit would be sort of fun!

 

[AVERAGE & FRUSTRATED]

well done, keep them coming......

 

[Vulpine]

Close!

Finally pulled the trigger...

Thursday Creeper and I went to scout place that had karaoke to play darts. When we got there - no dart boards. However, there was still karaoke, and the place was packed! So, we stayed and started working the crowd. It turns out the guy that referred him to the place was there, so we used him as a pivot. There were several chicks approaching US: one old fattie wouldn't leave us alone, but we weren't rude as she was providing social proof. There are too many opens and interactions to list, like one chick came up to the bar to get a drink, I chatted with her, then she sent her friend over to give me a hug. ...weird sh!t... Chicks were blatently throwing the puzzy at us. Nice venue, lol.

Since there were so many sets, I can't outline them all. Let's just say that Creeper and I were ignoring the AW's after brief interactions and they'd come back and re-open us throughout the night so we had crazy social proof going. I'll outline the one I closed so I can see what I did right.

The Creeper and I would split, talk to different chicks, at meet back by the dude every so often. We happened to be standing there when a little asian 7.5 went up to sing karaoke. She got up on stage, grabbed her mic, and was standing there just staring at me. So I walked up and made a comment (don't recall what was said exactly, wish I did.) and we had a couple exchanges. Then she missed the start of her song... IOI ya think!?

I went back to dude and the Creeper and got back into the conversation. Apparently they didn't notice me leaving or the interaction I just had. I'm like a ninja sometimes, I guess.

CRPR: "Oooh, check out the hotty asian!"
V: "Mine."
CRPR: *looks at me confused*
V: "Already opened her. Mine."
CRPR: *lol* "Ahh.."
Dude:

I mention it because it was funny: it was like I pointed to the right field bleachers before knocking it out of the park. "Dude" is a bar owner on the Creeper's route, so he knew "game" when he saw it... he raised an eyebrow like "Oh reeaally?" and keyed in to "opened". Dude mentioned to the Creeper while I was away that he's seen some operators, and that he was impressed because I was a smooth ninja; he added that the Creeper should try to learn something from me.

Anyway...
During her song I kept my back to her and was having a conversation with Creeper and dude and having some laughs. When her song finished, I turned to watch her come off the stage and she came straight over.

It was a brief exchange. I was half facing her with my body and had my head turned: I basically apologized for making her miss the beginning of the song, we had a laugh, she confessed that she sucked, I assured her that once she warmed up and got into it she wasn't "too bad". Then she went and joined her friend at the other side of the bar by a video game.

Eventually, Creeper just happened to open a chick on that side, so I dropped by to check in with him and to open a different chick on his other side. When convo's fizzled, we turned to each other and noticed the video game had my favorite word game and I said that I wanted to play it later. We made our way back to the other side of the bar and the dude and had a couple more interactions. I noticed the asian and her friend were playing the video game later, so I figured I would head over and see if I could get in on it.

When I got over there, I opened with her friend in the middle (HB7 blonde) and the HB7.5 asian on the other side of her. I asked to join them at the touch-screen fun to which they agreed. Instantly, I was kicking ass and picking out many 5-7 letter bombs which greatly impressed them (as opposed to weak 3-4 letter words). After a few rounds, I thanked the blonde for the games and headed back across the bar.

More interactions, more AW's, more chicks not worthy of the prizes... we were sticking out and pwning the place.

Towards the end of the night, I look over and the asian hotty is over on "our" side of the bar getting a beer. There was an empty seat next to her, and I suddenly had an urge to have a beer. I excused myself from the "set" I was in and glided up next to her.

The interaction started off fairly generic. But, when the age game came up, I guessed her 27 even though she looked 23-24. She then guessed me 31 first try. I didn't actually confirm she was right. Instead, I busted on her for being old (she told me 30) then transitioned to disbelief. She pulled out her ID without me prompting her... hooray for qualifying! Anyway, I let her off the hook and told her I was 31. That's when the deeper raport generating conversation kicked in. After the "heavy" stuff was getting "too heavy", I guided the convo back to light things.

At one point she conveyed to me that she was impressed by my word skills, and it led her to believe I was older. I then prompted her to tell me why else she thought I was older and she proceeded to lavish me with compliments about "how I carried myself". IOI? Duh... anyway... I got back to the word skills bit and brought up Scrabble.

HB7.5: "OMG! You play Scrabble!?! I loooooove Scrabble! Oh, we totally gotta play!" *grabs arm, leans against me*

Not to be picked-up, I suddenly endulged in a distraction. I brought my attention back and changed the subject. After more conversation (5-10 minutes), she rummaged around in her purse and pulled out her PDA.

V: "Smooth. You just HAD to have some business on your PDA just now, huh? You're an operator!"
HB7.5: (giggles, blushes, acts shy, denies)
V: "I see how you work. Fine. Ok. You want to get together and play Scrabble, don't you?"
HB7.5: "Oh, YES, we MUST!"
V: "Hmm... I donnoooo. I'm kinda tired of crushing fools at Scrabble."
HB7.5: "Oh, no, I'll blow you away!" *leans in and tilts PDA screen towards me with stylus in hand*
V: "Yes, yes, that's a nice toy you have there, I see it."
HB7.5: *hits chest, laughs* "COME ON!! Give me your number!"
V: "Jeez, Ms. Bossypants! Gimme! Gimme! Rawr!"
HB7.5: *lol* "Pleeeeease?"
V: "Ok... (digits)"
HB7.5: *goes to enter my name, balks, *
V: *starts smiling*
HB7.5: "Uh..." "I'm sorry..."
V: *smiling bigger*
HB7.5: "... but I, uh... I don't remember your name - I'm so sorry!"
++(I saw it coming, I never told her, but I had been referring to her by name for some time because I got it from her ID when she pulled it out)++
V: *snaps to frown/scowl*
HB7.5: "I'm SORRY! Did you even tell me?"
V: *gets up, turns to leave, still not saying anything*
HB7.5: "Oh god, no! I'm so sorry, please..."
V: *stops not facing her, half-way leaving, turns over shoulder ... * "No. I never told you."
HB7.5: *grabs me and pulls me back* "Oh, thank god! I was so scared! Don't mess with me like that!" *half hugs*
V: *just standing there looking at her smiling*
HB7.5: "HAHAHA! Knock it off! What is it?!"
(made her guess, gave her a hint and the first letter and she nailed it first guess... again! Man, this chick was sharp!)
HB7.5: *hits send, gets message* "I didn't hear a beep."
V: "Beeeeep!"
HB7.5: *lol, grabs arm* "uh... I didn't hear a beep! Did you beep?"
V: "Beeeep!"
HB7.5: "But... Hi, Vulpine, HB7.5, Scrabble, call me."
V: "OMG, have you ever used a phone before?"
HB7.5: *closes phone* "How do I know if you got it?"
V: "You got my VM, right?"
HB7.5: "Yeah."
V: "You got my VM, right?"
HB7.5: "Yeah."
V: *standing there looking at her like she's dumb*

Then some quick goodbyes, I'll call you, etc... out the door.

Through the convo, I told her that I had to work early and told her: "The odds of you coming home with me are low." She laughed and agreed because she had to work early as well. I didn't escalate past kino... but it was good kino. Thoughout the whole last exchange, there was ALWAYS some part of us touching: shoulders, legs, hand/arm, hand/leg, hand/back. And it was both ways, she was feeling me up as well.

Man, the message she left is funny as hell.

Yay! A close! For all you that are going to say "she closed you" read it again. I led her to think it was her idea.

Oop... now I have to report on conversion. Well, stay tuned I guess.
Whatever we do, it's not going to be Scrabble - just to tease her into a day 3!

 

[Vulpine]

Ok, so she didn't call me back after I called and left a message.

I'm heartbroken.

I couldn't remember her name posting this.

I haven't been going out and doing any "new business". Work has been busy, I've managed to score spring turkey permits, I've got a wedding this weekend, then going to the range, and I've been trying to get the ****tail parties going again, so that might happen.

I'm getting somewhat put off by women these days. With the majority being fat, and the rest having crap attitudes, I'm like: "fux it, I have better sh!t to do."

Who knows, maybe something will change and I'll be motivated to sarge. One "plate" in particular has really soured my grapes. After this weekend (she begged me to go to this wedding) she's on my ignore list, and maybe I'll have a fresher vibe afterwards.

 

[Vulpine]

I had met the chick locally, and she went to the same tiny high school I did, so there was instant raport.

I bumped into this chick, we'll refer to her as FR, the other night when the Creeper and I were getting some wings and throwing darts at WC. Well, actually, I didn't bump into her, she came over and asked why I was ignoring her.

V: "Ignoring? I didn't know you were here." *wiping chicken grease off face*
HBFR: "You walked past me like, 3 times!"
V: "And?" *EC, sucking chicken grease off fingers*
HBFR: "And you ignored me!"
V: "Ignored? I didn't recognize you with your glasses. No need to get all up on my case about it." *stuffs another wing in mouth*
HBFR: "Oh. I'm sorry, I thought you were mad or something."
V: *throws down chicken bone, stares at her irritated* "Well, it's fuxing great to see you, too. How you been, damn it!?"
HBFR: *LOL* "I said I'm sorry!"
V: "Bah, don't mind me, these wings are just spicy as fux." *takes a pull off beer*
HBFR: *LOL* "They smell like it."
V: *sniffing around* "That's the wings? I didn't smell anything until YOU walked up." *smiles, nudges*
HBFR: ** "Heeeeey!"
V: *sniff, sniff* "A-spicy-spisaaay!" *wink*
HBFR: *LOL* "Well, anyway, we're leaving-"
V: *pulls wing out of mouth, cut's her off* "BYE." *stuffs wing back in mouth, stares at her crazy*
HBFR: "Haha, come on. We're leaving, but I just wanted to come over and say hi."
V: *pulls wing out of mouth* "HI." *stuffs wing back in mouth, stares at her crazier*
HBFR: *lol, pushes me*
V: *feigns choking on chicken bone* "ACK! GARG!" *cough*
HBFR: "Hahaha! Whatever!" *pulls out phone* "Hey, give me you're number so I can call you next time we come out."
V: *EC, takes damn sweet time finishing up chewing, grabs napkin* "XXX..." *EC, wipes face, picks chicken chunks out of teeth with tongue (mouth closed)* "...XXXX"
HBFR: "Alright, cool, see ya!"
V: *waves chicken wing 'buh-bye'*
CRPR: *just sitting there shaking his head smiling*
V: *shrug, burp, gets back to chicken*


I totally forgot about this because it's a "meh, whatever" situation, and it happened so quickly. But, it might be something later on.

I loved the "you're bothering me" theme I went with, it was quite fun. Not to mention, she was, actually, pretty much bothering me.

 

[Vulpine]

Uh... um... Dude, I can't believe how stupid I am?

Ok, so, I can't drive for another year, so I moved to a place where I walk across the street to work. I'm renting a two bedroom apartment, and I'm not making any progress towards my goals. A huge one being an owner versus a renter. Bottom line: I'm not saving any cash as long as I'm staying in "renter's prison".

Well, I've been joking with people that "I need a roommate." I have been offering half-hearted invites for people to move in so I could cut my rent in half because my search for a second job within walking distance has been coming up snake-eyes.

You know where this is going already, don't you?

:nervous:

I had a chick move in.

It's been a weird last couple of months. I bumped into HBRose again and it turns out I was gravely mistaken about her. Essentially, I jumped to conclusions, misunderstood, and found her "guilty by association". She is not the wh0re I assumed she was, she wasn't lying, she's not into crazy drugs... I was wrong.

In this "round 2", her IL is in the stratosphere. I mean, "I put up hurdles and she takes a course to get a pilot's license and flies a plane over them" sort of IL. She not only meets demands, but exceeds expectations by far, and with ease. Was it because I had the power to walk? Probably. This time around, I read her 200% better: I know when she's BS'ing, I bust her on her crap, and I don't let her get away with triffling. The result of me being a hardass with her? She gets nothing but more submissive, and more "interested". She loves it when I put her ass in line, and she tells me so; not only with words, but with actions as well.

Now, that's cool and all, but... but, but, but... :nervous:

It happens that she was in a bad living situation. How bad? Try, coming home to things stolen, people using her weed pipe to smoke crack, having the phone disconnected... crack. I needn't get long winded.

Well, she asked: "Do you still need a roommate?"

Um... when phrased like that, yes I do. And there are the "but's". I've been here before - it sucked. But then again, I'm a different person now. My apprehension wasn't present before, my skills weren't present before, and I wasn't living for myself before.

When asked, for example, I displayed apprehension and told her "Hmm... Umm... I'm going to think about that."

In my head, I was screaming "OH FUX YES!" I weighed the situation: I'm "broke" (not really, I'm just not saving as much as I would like to), can't drive, not being able to drive doesn't exactly sit well with women when I meet them, she's always in my bed anyway; she's young (23), bi, has a miraculously refreshing attitude, [doesn't watch TV, doesn't read Cosmo], good looking, interested, freaky in the sack, shares many of the same outlooks as I do, has similar goals, has good hygiene, is a bartender, cleans my apartment without asking...

Damn it!

What would I say?

What any DJ would say, of course:

V: "I thought about it: No. You can't cook."

:crackup: :woo: :rockon:

V: "This is MY apartment. I'll let you stay here, but I'm not putting your name on the lease."

And left it at that for her to consider; and it was obvious that she got it.

Now, I wouldn't exactly call her a "girlfriend". But, she's more than an FB, yet pretty fuxing far from marriage material right now (besides, I'm not getting married until XYZ, IF I even EVER get married). Considering my goals and progress, I feel this situation will benefit more than hurt me.

Now, I think 50% of my apprehension is due to the fact that it's going to be a little tougher to bang other chicks. Then again... well, I'll just have to see how into chicks she really is.

Meanwhile, she has her own room, just like any other roommate. She gets her one room, the rest of the apartment is mine. :trouble:

My FB's know about her...

...and they don't care!

Muahahaha!

This isn't the end of the FR, by any means. In fact, there is going to be mad, crazy, debauchery firing up here shortly... starting this weekend, actually.

Wish me luck.

 

[Sinistar]

Just one question for the Man

If your roomate brings home a guy are you okay with it?

 

[Vulpine]

If your roomate brings home a guy are you okay with it?

That's not even an applicable question.

It wouldn't be her home long before she would be bringing other dudes home.

I think you misunderstood the situation. She has a room and a bed so that she maintains a sense of identity. Plus, she works nights... so she can crawl into her own bed instead of waking me up by crawling into mine. Furthermore, when she starts tripping out, I can send her to her room like a kid, punishment/reward style. Besides, she needs a place to store her crap, right? She's certainly not going to turn my pad into some Martha Stewart hellhole with fuxed up soaps and towels you can't use and sh!t, so she's certainly not going to be putting stuffed animals and crap in my fuxing bedroom, in my apartment.

If she doesn't like it, she can beat feet.

I forgot to mention... she's taking the hunter safety course and buying a gun so she can go hunting with me this fall.

 

[Sinistar]

Sounds like you have things under control and thought out. That's a lot better than most.

I'm curious man, what has the Vulpine walking for another year?

 

[Vulpine]

The short answer? "The DMV's got my number"

My car is an eyecatcher.

Unfortunately, those eyes include those of law enforcement types.

You name it: no front plate, "window tint too dark", inadequate tread depth, "suspicious driving", speeding +5 mph, "exhaust too loud", corner lamp burned out, "stereo too loud", "cruising", "racing", any and every excuse an officer can find means I'll be on the side of the road - REGARDLESS of the basis on fact/truth.

I'm not crying "victim", I'm just saying, I've been pulled over so many times for retarded sh!t it's ridiculous. I've got a stock stereo, but got pulled over "stereo too loud". Dude, my windows were rolled up! I got rolled for "inadequate tread depth" when my tires spun crossing a crosswalk stripe when it was raining... can you believe it?!! I don't want to say "harrassment", but, since the movie "Fast and the Furious" came out, I noticed a 700% (at least) increase of pullings over. I don't even need to embellish the truth here, trust me. If anything, I'm being "modest".

What can I say? My business used to have "Ecstasy" in the title, and I drove flagship cars. It doesn't exactly help that my daily driver is red and my license plates for my CRX's have "XTC" and "XTAC" in them...

Police just LOOOOOOOOVE to pull me over and rip my car apart looking for drugs.

AS IF I would be so stupid as to be riding around in a car full of ecstasy and advertise it on my license plate.

Aaaaaaaanyyyyywaaaaaaay, get pulled over enough and the Department of Motor vehicles finally drops the hammer: HTO. HTO = Habitual Traffic Offender

Great. They could have warned me. Well, ok, they did, sort of. My computer generated warning letter and HTO notification came in the mail the same day.

See, my last little roadside soire netted me, oh, only 5 citations. So, I surpassed "warning" and jumped right to "HTO" in one step.

*sigh* You know, I wouldn't even be irritated if it wasn't for the fact that 80% of the stuff that I have been pulled over for was bogus crap used as an excuse for the cops to go "fishing".

I know, I know, but, what about, couldn't you just... save it. When you stand in front of the court and the DA and the Judge glance at an already fuxed up record, it's a no brainer: guilty. When an officer pulls you over and runs your license, and the little computer starts scrolling, scrolling, scrolling... they're thinking "JACKPOT!". I don't have to make sh!t up, I was there, I watched it, I've lived it. I get pulled over for being a young guy in a zippy ride... by the time they get my license the damage is done. I actually had one officer come up to the car and bawk, I mean straight up start stammering, because he thought I was a punk ass kid and it turned out I'm 31.

"Ooop, *flinch* uh, d-ya, I'm sorry, but, do you know why I, uh, stopped you, sir?"

Yeah, you pulled me over because you thought I was 16.

That's right. Sit tight while I write out 2, no 3, fux it, 25 tickets.

Oh, so the HTO thing...

It means my license was revoked for 5 years.

All because I didn't drive a damn Dodge Neon or Pontiac Grand Am.

It's not all bad. After about year of not driving, the DMV decided to only count moving violations towards HTO and changed the law.

And why wouldn't they? I mean, it's better to have lawbreakers out driving around "breaking the law" and generating more revenue than to have them not driving. See, you can't pull over people if they don't drive, so you can't make much money off them. So get them back on the road so you can give them more tickets!

So they changed the law, that's cool. Well, the d!ckheads felt that I'm still over on points so I'll have to wait for those to drop.

Anyway, I thought for sure noone would mess with an economy car. I mean, my ride consistently gets 48 mph on the highway...

heh... but it also broils the tires through second and does well over 150.

[/rant]

 

[Sinistar]

Dude I never even heard of "Habitual Traffic Offender"

I have to give it to ya, I don't think I could go more than 3 days without driving.

 

[Vulpine]

I encourage everyone to take a minute and consider just how their lives would be affected if they couldn't hop in the car whenever they wanted and drive wherever they wanted.

Consider the little things, like, how bad it sucks walking home from the grocery store with a 12 pack of beer and a gallon of milk along with the rest of the groceries... when it's -20 degrees out.

It's true what they say: You never really appreciate something until it's gone.

 

[Vulpine]

It's been a while... here's the update.

It's been a weird last couple of months. I bumped into HBRose again and it turns out I was gravely mistaken about her. Essentially, I jumped to conclusions, misunderstood, and found her "guilty by association". She is not the wh0re I assumed she was, she wasn't lying, she's not into crazy drugs... I was wrong.

Nope. I WAS right... sort of. Talk about grave mistakes!

HBRose was Borderline Personality Disorder. She WAS into coke. But, not for coke itself, really... do yourselves a favor, read about BPD here.

HBRose had all except one of the 9 criteria... she didn't try to kill herself (that I knew about).

A professional liar and manipulator, I finally caught on to the truth of the matter when stories weren't jiving and the behavior wasn't consistent with being someone who gave a rat's a55 about me. Dang... it's really hard to see when you are "down in it", especially when she had all of her friends lying for her too. Damn Jekyll and Hyde: She'd be a perfect angel around me, but be completely ridiculous when out of sight. Hard sh¡t to explain.

Long story short, actions, not words, blew her cover and she got a(nother) boot in the a55.

Too bad, her mommy denies the problem and enabled her instead of got her any help. So, who knows how bad she'll get before she gets better. You know the mom from "Mommy Dearest"? Joan? Striking how similar her mother was; it's no wonder... :crazy: Her mother, within five minutes of meeting me, came into my home, sat down at my table, and began telling me how to act...

Mom: "Aww... these are nice. Did you get these for HBRose." (talking about flowers on the table)
V: "No, actually, HBRose got those for ME."
Mom: "Oh... well... you should really buy women flowers. They like that sort of thing."
V: (stares at her like 'you couldn't possibly be serious') "Sure they do, however, they appreciate a roof over their head much more. So, my flower money is going towards a house down-payment instead."

Mommy controlling her daughter's life and all aspects of it therein much, then? She didn't like me from the jump because I stood up to her bullsh¡t. A mistake? Probably, especially since her mother controlled every aspect of her daughter's life. It was downhill from the start, fu¢k that mess... a real eye-opener.

There is only good news. True to my goals, I'm rocking two jobs now and saving money hand-over-fist for my down-payment. I have a place scoped out (in my version of heaven), and, of course, women are even less of a problem for me these days.

I took my energy/frustration from the HBRose ordeal and directed it towards self-improvement. I've been working out and I'm in better shape than I've ever been (you know that 'dang, my skin feels tight' feeling? Getting pretty jacked!).

With my drive, goals, and confidence, there isn't a trick or gimmick out there that can hold a candle to genuine ambition and healthy self-esteem. I am the "real deal" these days, and my attitude is golden: women, if they aren't "down" from the start, aren't worth even bothering with. My hobbies take all my time, so I really don't have any time for "plates". Right off the bat, all the qualifying is done by me: "Can you cook? No? See ya." "Do you like the outdoors? No? Bye." Harping on me about silly sh¡t? Bye.

I'm in the quarry cutting stone for my castle. You want to help? Here's a hammer and chisel. You want to stand on the edge and complain? Take a walk. Get on my team or go the fu¢k away.

I can say that now because I'm truly the prize. Well, at least becoming the person I want to be more and more every day.

Oh, and it's funny as hell, now, when women "shut me down" in conversations because they assume I'm hitting on them. Ahh... the looks on their faces when I correct them!

Did I mention that I'm homeless on purpose? Oh yeah... you save mad loot up when you don't have that rent bill every month. How do chicks feel about it? Well, there are several that think it's an awesome idea and that I'm 'courageous' to actually do it.

It's amazing what you can "pull off" when your ambitions/goals/personality all add up to "Man". It is as though I can do no wrong!

If there is only one general idea that I can give to the community, it would be that a man should believe in himself ENTIRELY, even if he is pretty worthless at the present time. He should be ready to stand up for himself, forsake everything and anyone in pursuit of what HE wants out of life, and actually make the moves to get what he wants. I mean, I'm homeless. How could that possibly be attractive? Well, I can scowl at a woman's criticisms and say:

"I'm doing what it takes NOW for my little slice of heaven in the FUTURE. You don't have to like it, it's MY future."

Think about that, guys: power supreme.

In two simple sentences, there are at least 7 positive qualities demonstrated. Anyone care to try to list them?

 

[Phyzzle]

I just noticed you're back. The curiosity is killing me: what happened with Rose now? Dirty details? You guys went back and forth a lot, but it just seemed like she was so enthralled by your presence, and slowly getting more sexy.

Was it not the way she treated you? Was it cheating instead? If you didn't catch her, how did you convince yourself that it wasn't the usual small town B.S. and rumors?

 

[Vulpine]

The details? Read the post above yours. Borderline Personality Disorder, dude. She just flat-out couldn't control herself. She didn't "cheat" on me with another dude, though.

I started to become fed up with certain behaviors and began noticing more and more unacceptable behaviors. Under the extra scrutiny, she proved to be becoming more and more shady until finally I had enough. I didn't have any concrete answers to suspicions until I just finally didn't care and booted her out based on her treatment alone... then the details all came out in her tears. Sorry, sorry, I love you, sorry, this and that, sorry I lied, sorry, what about...

Sorry wasn't going to cut it, the damage was done: I had enough, get the ƒuck out. Her problems aren't my problems. It's too bad, really, we got along in many ways, she was hot, sex was awesome, but she was just ƒucked in the head for real.

She's 3000 miles away now and, good riddance. Her replacements treat me far better!

 

[Vulpine]

The Creeper called.

I had printed out several things from the site and gave them to him to read. But, apparently he blew it off, got married, then disappeared.

He called several months later. "Dude, I'm getting a divorce."

"Shocking."

We didn't contact each other for a while, but every so often, he'd call to recount some drama about the divorce, restraining orders, drama, and drama.

But a week or so ago, dude called up with "I've been reading that stuff you gave me."



He conveyed to me the "kid in a candy store" excitement with the "how to pick up women" info. And, he began thanking me when I cut him off. I explained to him that the pieces he was reading are fine, but he wasn't getting out of them what he needed to. Speaking from experience, I told him he'd be better served by reading the articles/books that put him on a better life path first, then messing with the women aspects.

I hope it sticks.

Anyway, my situation: homeless with three jobs. The plan was to kick-ass all summer saving up for a down payment on my home. But, this "economy crisis" and the banks cracking down on loans has me reconsidering my options and potentially changing direction. I've been looking to relocate to a specific area, but, I'm wondering if I should try a different approach.

Here I thought I could dedicate a summer to making up for some lost time, but current events are thwarting my progress. I am p¡ssed, frustrated, and saddened, yet I know I'm in a far better place financially than most people. I mean, I've been busting my hump working all the time. WTF!!!?

My goal was November, but given the financial climate, it's not looking like I'm going to make that goal. It's bumming me out. So, do I leave the goal the same and postpone the "go time"? Or, do I establish a different goal?

I need to go camping and think this stuff through in front of a campfire.

 

[Vulpine]

I wanted to take the time to thank those who helped screw my head on proper.

I also wanted to thank the guys (Rollo Tomassi, Desdinova, Francisco d'Anonica, STR8UP, etc.) who kept urging me to read Atlas Shrugged.

After several years of turbulence and difficult sacrifices, I took it up in front of my fireplace, in my Castle...


Talk about confirmation of a feeling that "something's not right with the Matrix"!

Imagine, finding out that your motivations for quitting your job and walking away from your wage career and homesteading are one and the same as the one's illustrated 60 years ago for "going on strike".

So, I guess I'm on strike. The other news I'm sure your wondering: yes, she's hot, a little Charlize Theron look-alike, but not a-month-younger-than-me "real" version... 9 years my junior, shorter than me, cooks, cleans, cans, gardens, goes fishing with me... is from South Africa originally, too. Which, as a side note, is a tip of the hat to all those who urged me to travel: American chicks do, indeed, in a major way, suck compared to women abroad. So, I did, ultimately find out and acted accordingly.

And I guess, technically, I'm "kept". But, not in the "indentured servitude" way, more like an "equalization" situation.

Given the context, this should be a forum rule:

Accept the irrevocable fact that your life depends on your mind. Admit that the whole of your struggle, your doubts, your fakes, your evasions, was a desperate quest for escape from the responsibility of a volitional consciousness--a quest for automatic knowledge, for instinctive action, for intuitive certainty--and while you called it a longing for the state of an angel, what you were seeking was the state of an animal. Accept, as your moral ideal, the task of becoming a man. -John Galt (Ayn Rand) Atlas Shrugged

 

[BeDJ]

Welcome back Vulpine!

I'm very glad that you took the time in sharing the awesome things in your life right now. Props to you! If I could ask you a favor when you get a moment to draft a list/summary on the past 6 years and key takeaways on your adventures. I'm sure it would help other members. I look forward to hearing from you soon!

 

[Vulpine]

No, I won't do you the favor, BeDJ.


^^^^ That's what I learned here. ^^^^


















There is absolutely no need to re-type all the legendary, mind-shifting stuff that's long been in the archive and echoed in various reinterpretations throughout the board. Anything I bother to type will be just as unread (or unheeded) as the better stuff already here.

Though, I am reminded of my experience meeting my frau's father in South Africa, and I want to add to my little journal.

FR: ?

Somewhere in the course of our stay, I picked up a plain brown feather because I thought it was beautiful. It was like an ostrich feather: large, open and flowing, except I know there weren't any ostriches at this particular place. I often heard a bird "crowing", but I couldn't place it, however. I knew I had heard it before... was it a pheasant? No, I was in South Africa...

"...we're going"

We left that place and were off to the next before I got a chance to figure it out, and the feather landed on the dresser with the other souvenirs we had gathered.

It should be said here that I'm a "hat guy", and my frau's family, her father especially, enjoyed how I minded my hat. I suppose it demonstrated manners not often seen demonstrated anymore. Long story short, he insisted on getting a "proper hat" for me and bought me leather bush hat.

A fine gift: now I had a hat from South Africa, so of course, the feather from there was a perfect compliment. Brown hat, brown feather... simple elegance.

At the time of the trip, I was sporting my traditional post-hunting-season "English and Royale" winter mustache set. The sheer volume of the stares and attention it was getting while abroad was making me very uncomfortable. Not because of the stares, specifically, but because of the "toursist/target" element of standing out while traveling. Plus, I only speak a smattering of Afrikaans, so the conversations I was inadvertently starting got to be awkward. Let's just call it "garnering unwanted attention". So, once the heat and humidity made my mustache wax less-than-functional, it got to be bothersome, and I shaved it off. With the mustache gone, I could be sure the stares were not for my freakiness.

I mentioned the mustache set because, once back on the plane back to the states (with the hat on, mind you), the stares... ugh... it was like I was autistic! It was starting to freak me out! It was as much, if not MORE, than before.

WTF?!!! I guess I am just THAT hot! (?!!)

Well, once back in the states, my frau and I were out at a club function one night. Yet another woman complimented me on my hat.
"Are you from Australia?"


So, a conversation started about the feather amongst the group. Ultimately, it happened that in the pamphlet for a resort we had stayed, there was a mention of the owner's critters that may bee seen about property: "...three donkeys, two dogs, some geese, a peacock..."



The sound of the bird I was hearing? Yep. The real deal...

It was all so blissfully accidental!
:crackup:

Ahh, the solace to be had from being a man of many hats? To know that hat is on the wall next to the door with the rest of them?

:yes: