So pimp its scary
Master Don Juan
I've gone through an intense level of drama in these past few weeks, I've learned alot about life in the real world, it's been tough going, but I see myself as alot stronger having dealt with the **** that's come and gone.
I'll start the story on Dec. 29. It was my friends b-day party, a guy that I've beem friends with since high school. We went to the club, but my gf was being a b!tch for the whole week that she was staying at my place, so he didn't want her to come. I was fed up, and I saw this as an opportunity to get things setup for instantly after the inevitable breakup.
That night, I met a few girls, got a few numbers, and went to an after party with one. Fastforward to New Years day, I made arrangements for my gf to be brought back home (4 hours drive), the ride showed up at 7:56, I got a call from the hottie that I went to the after party with at 8:00. We made plans, and afterwards, we went to my newly rented apartment where I shagged the hell out of her.
NOTE :ƒUCKING ON A CARPET FRIGGIN HURTS THE NEXT DAY!!!
Then, I dumped my gf, and made a point to not talk to her anymore, because we have this way of falling back together, despite my knowing that we were not good together. The first girl turned shady, and I broke contact with her as well. Over the next few weeks, I ended up shagging a new girl every week or so, trying to get back into the game... thanks to what I've learned here, it was easier then I had thought possible.
My landlord hated that we had people over, and stayed up late most nights and was looking for an excuse to kick us out of the place. We got the notice of eviction about a week into feb. and that was about the time where my manager at my job freaked out on me, and forced me to quit.
I went over a few weeks without a job, my cash supply dwindling, at least I knew that between me and the roommate that we would be able to find another place with our combined cash. Over that next week, my roommate started hanging out with the DJ of the club that was right next to our place... they started doing crystal meth together.
He dissapeared from the radar for about a week, and came back 3 days before the end of the month telling me that he had no cash left, and that he was going to rehab in next few days.
I lucked out, talking to some friends, I made arrangements for a place to stay. My pride was still much too strong to move back with my mom... she wouldn't have let me live it up.
Still jobless, well into the month, my cash supply depleted. I was in a desperate situation, I still managed to go to clubs, oddly enough, the guy I was living with spent 200$ on booze and god knows how much on coke (that he tried to keep hidden from me for some reason, I don't snort coke so it's not like I would drain his stash) but he never had 5$ to put food in the cupboards. I'd go there hungry, and just drink water all night, but somehow, I still managed to pull in girls on an almost weekly basis. That's when I found out about all the lies... his dad showed up and told me that I had to be out of the place by the end of the month especially that I hadn't paid anything towards it. In fact, I had given my roommate 50$ that he said would cover the rent because he explained the situations to his parents...
Then came the phone call : "Hey, there is a job out in Calgary working for the competition." My former coworker told me, excitedly.
I was all for it from the start, the chance to start from scratch, to remove myself from the shyt.
Now, I had a new problem, how was I going to get money, even for gas with a week to spare, on top of that I couldn't find a job in the past 5 weeks for permanent work. Once again, a strike of good luck... I got a phone call from an old friend that had just started a small renovations business and he needed someone to cover for one of his workers that was out of commission for a week. I took him up on the offer, and I was always taking flak for never working a hard day in my life... I put in 6 of them, 12 hours a piece,by the end of it my body ached and burned and wished for relief...
My last weekend was great, I had a last chance to meet with my extended family for supper (the first REAL meal that I had had in weeks). I had the chance to talk to my dad, who I hardly ever talk to, I told him what was going on...
He told me about his younger broker days, he at one point lived in his truck, he only maintained a gym membership so that he could have a place to shower, and would get one square meal a month. Let me tell you, having that type of sincere conversation with your father, especially when you've never really had that level of talk with him before, was definately an empowering experience.
I've learned alot about getting myself out of sytty situations, a new appreciation for hunger, new rules about how to trust someone, that it's not about what you have that gives you game, but rather who you are that determines what others see in you and how they react to you.
Through it all though, I tried to remember some of the lessons that my former manager and mentor had given me before she turned her back to me. She would see that people were having a bad day, or troubles in their life. She told us to throw write our problems on a piece of paper, and throw them in a basket. Once they were collected, she would tell us to draw a piece of paper out of the basket to replace the problem that we had in our hands. Some people drew the card "My father has cancer", "I can't pay my rent and feed my child this month.", "I am waiting for the test results to see if I have cancer." Then the question was asked, would you trade this problem for the one that is bothering you? What if your problem is much worse? The moral being, understand that if you think it's bad, it could be much worse, so appreciate what you do have because you never know when it might be taken away.
Thank you for reading this, this is just something that I wanted to get off my chest.
I'll start the story on Dec. 29. It was my friends b-day party, a guy that I've beem friends with since high school. We went to the club, but my gf was being a b!tch for the whole week that she was staying at my place, so he didn't want her to come. I was fed up, and I saw this as an opportunity to get things setup for instantly after the inevitable breakup.
That night, I met a few girls, got a few numbers, and went to an after party with one. Fastforward to New Years day, I made arrangements for my gf to be brought back home (4 hours drive), the ride showed up at 7:56, I got a call from the hottie that I went to the after party with at 8:00. We made plans, and afterwards, we went to my newly rented apartment where I shagged the hell out of her.
NOTE :ƒUCKING ON A CARPET FRIGGIN HURTS THE NEXT DAY!!!
Then, I dumped my gf, and made a point to not talk to her anymore, because we have this way of falling back together, despite my knowing that we were not good together. The first girl turned shady, and I broke contact with her as well. Over the next few weeks, I ended up shagging a new girl every week or so, trying to get back into the game... thanks to what I've learned here, it was easier then I had thought possible.
My landlord hated that we had people over, and stayed up late most nights and was looking for an excuse to kick us out of the place. We got the notice of eviction about a week into feb. and that was about the time where my manager at my job freaked out on me, and forced me to quit.
I went over a few weeks without a job, my cash supply dwindling, at least I knew that between me and the roommate that we would be able to find another place with our combined cash. Over that next week, my roommate started hanging out with the DJ of the club that was right next to our place... they started doing crystal meth together.
He dissapeared from the radar for about a week, and came back 3 days before the end of the month telling me that he had no cash left, and that he was going to rehab in next few days.
I lucked out, talking to some friends, I made arrangements for a place to stay. My pride was still much too strong to move back with my mom... she wouldn't have let me live it up.
Still jobless, well into the month, my cash supply depleted. I was in a desperate situation, I still managed to go to clubs, oddly enough, the guy I was living with spent 200$ on booze and god knows how much on coke (that he tried to keep hidden from me for some reason, I don't snort coke so it's not like I would drain his stash) but he never had 5$ to put food in the cupboards. I'd go there hungry, and just drink water all night, but somehow, I still managed to pull in girls on an almost weekly basis. That's when I found out about all the lies... his dad showed up and told me that I had to be out of the place by the end of the month especially that I hadn't paid anything towards it. In fact, I had given my roommate 50$ that he said would cover the rent because he explained the situations to his parents...
Then came the phone call : "Hey, there is a job out in Calgary working for the competition." My former coworker told me, excitedly.
I was all for it from the start, the chance to start from scratch, to remove myself from the shyt.
Now, I had a new problem, how was I going to get money, even for gas with a week to spare, on top of that I couldn't find a job in the past 5 weeks for permanent work. Once again, a strike of good luck... I got a phone call from an old friend that had just started a small renovations business and he needed someone to cover for one of his workers that was out of commission for a week. I took him up on the offer, and I was always taking flak for never working a hard day in my life... I put in 6 of them, 12 hours a piece,by the end of it my body ached and burned and wished for relief...
My last weekend was great, I had a last chance to meet with my extended family for supper (the first REAL meal that I had had in weeks). I had the chance to talk to my dad, who I hardly ever talk to, I told him what was going on...
He told me about his younger broker days, he at one point lived in his truck, he only maintained a gym membership so that he could have a place to shower, and would get one square meal a month. Let me tell you, having that type of sincere conversation with your father, especially when you've never really had that level of talk with him before, was definately an empowering experience.
I've learned alot about getting myself out of sytty situations, a new appreciation for hunger, new rules about how to trust someone, that it's not about what you have that gives you game, but rather who you are that determines what others see in you and how they react to you.
Through it all though, I tried to remember some of the lessons that my former manager and mentor had given me before she turned her back to me. She would see that people were having a bad day, or troubles in their life. She told us to throw write our problems on a piece of paper, and throw them in a basket. Once they were collected, she would tell us to draw a piece of paper out of the basket to replace the problem that we had in our hands. Some people drew the card "My father has cancer", "I can't pay my rent and feed my child this month.", "I am waiting for the test results to see if I have cancer." Then the question was asked, would you trade this problem for the one that is bothering you? What if your problem is much worse? The moral being, understand that if you think it's bad, it could be much worse, so appreciate what you do have because you never know when it might be taken away.
Thank you for reading this, this is just something that I wanted to get off my chest.
