Teen In The Seduction Scene

It's been a crazy 2 days that have left me PISSED! I didn't even bother writing anything about yesterday but I'll tell all about it now.

So gather around kids, it's story time.

Logue of Pro (Pro in this instance does not reflect being good, it's just my witty word play... Wow I can't believe people read my shit...)

Start of Prologue

So for all yall that don't stalk me (I know their are some of you that definitely do) let me tell ya a little something about myself.

MY FAMILY IS NOT RICH!

Were not poor either though (my parents own 2 houses)..... I think the best way to put it is.....

WERE DIRT CHEAP! No, not even that. Some idiots buy dirt at stores. WERE CHEAPER THEN DIRT!!!

I get a lot of my clothes from this homeless program my mom helps with at her church. If not from there, my mom will take requests if I want to get things from Value Village or Salvation Army when they have their 50% off sale. If I want nice things, I get it with my money.

Where does this money come from? From years and years of saving from relatives and whoever else.

Luckily, spending money is not something I do. I've learned from my parents to be as cheap as shit. But their is some part of me that will spend tons of money when it goes towards something I like. On my birthday, it told me to buy a Macbook Pro.

So ever since then, I've been broke. It's all cool. As I say, I'm not a big spender. I can make it through the rest of the year.

Center of Prologues

This summer everyone in my family had plans except me. My brother is going to camp / away with his friend, my sister is working at a wadding pool, parents are boring fucks that don't do anything anyway and hence don't count, and then there's me :).

Secretly I planned to just learn Pickup this summer, but telling my parents I wanted to do this did not seem like the best idea. Since they believed I had nothing, they concluded that Me having nothing = Me sitting at the computer all summer.

What do you do when your son, who is incredibly skillful, attractive, witty, amazing, superbulous... plans to waste it all sitting at a computer. Come on all you expert parents out there. You've been reading your Chatelaines and shit haven't you. WHAT DO YA DO?!

Well they decided I needed a job!

Fuck, this is going to interfere with my plans to approach strangers all summer. But what am I supposed to do? Say "No, I can't get a job.... I'm..... already busy.... OH FUCK IT.... I WANT TO SCREW GIRLS!".... ya, didn't think it would work. Better to just say I'll look for a job.

AND THAT'S WHEN IT HAPPENED!!!!!!

Oh shit.... you guys wanted to hear about yesterday. Let me just pause this story at the climax, right when your interested, right when your hearts beating faster to get that blood to your finger so you can scroll down to read what's next.

Sorry guys, I'll finish this after I tell you what's been happening these last 2 days.

(It's called being a JACKASS.... but Mystery calls it multiple threading)

Yesterday

Alright. So the night before yesterday I had been up till 4. As always we were meeting at 1 and as always, getting there by 1... when you were up late the night before.... it's a bitch.

But I get there, I waste subway tickets to get there, the tired and messed up mess I am, and I get there in time. Too bad T-Diddles hadn't done the same. He gets there 20 minutes late or something. Whatever, I can't be bothered to put myself in a shitty mood over what time someone gets there.

Were both tired, but start our venture. Were passing by the Rogers store when T-Diddles gets the bright idea to ask about iPhones (he wants one badddd.... more then he wants my dick in his butt.... ya.... I know!.... THAT MUCH! :P).

I just kept walking cause I couldn't care less, I just wanted to go to sleep. He yells at me to come back though... cause guess what.... THEY HAD ONE!

Yay!

We go into the store and T-Diddles talks to some short, balding, indian guy about all the different plans. Finally he chooses one and he's ready to make his purchase (purchasees? It was more then one, the plan and the phone right.... whatever). The guy asks for 2 pieces of indentifications.

T-Diddles doesn't even have one!

But short, balding, indian guys that work for rogers don't rest till they make a sale. He tells T-Diddles that if he can get some numbers from his bank, and his SIN from his mom, he can sell the phone.

So now T-Diddles wastes more time calling people and the sales guy ditches us for some other dude.

I noticed the fucking phone was already being sold, but when I told T-Diddles he didn't hear me and I hate having to repeat myself so I just told him it was nothing.

He gets his bank #s, but his mommy doesn't have his other shit. Oh well, were happy to leave without saying a word to the sales guy.

We left, I'm still feeling exhausted. T-Diddles uses his brillance to tell me that FOOD is a good way to get energy, so we decide to go for lunch.

We ran off to Quiznos and bought too much money worth of sandwich.

That didn't really give me much of a buzz though so it's time for plan B (B ussualy stands for BAD!). We go to 7 Elevens and look at the energy dranks. I'd been noticing that they'd just been making me feel shitty the more I had them. But I was desperate, can't let this day go to waste!

T-Diddles and I chose the biggest, baddest, crack fullest, DRANK we could find. It had 375 mg of caffeine or so and 2300mg or so of Taurine... DAMN!

So we make our purchase and it's bottoms up! Drank, drank, drankin away.

While I'm drinking it I just feel weak... really weak, but it's making me happy so who cares. While we drank we walk round talking about shit. After a while we sat down and just drank drank.

For the record, I don't do drugs. I've never smoked weed and never drank more then 1 bottle of beer. For a High School kid I should get props for that.

I'm drinking this thing though... and I feel HIGH! I'm laughing at the stupidest things, I'm dancing around.... I feel weak, but as long as I drink I feel happy.

T-Diddles finishes first his drank. He wanted me to go but I wanted to finish my drank PLUS I had done all that shit on Saturday... it was his turn. So I pointed out 1 set and he went. When he get's back it's "My Turn". I've finished my drank, so I guess it is.

ONE PROBLEM, I FEEL LIKE SHIT!

While drinking the shit, it kept me happy. After finishing it, no more happy pappi. My whole body felt like a blood rush, I felt light headed, I thought I was going to faint.

T-Diddles pointing out sets and I just keep saying "No, no, no, no, next, I'm not feeling well". He took this as AA, I was just being a pussy, maybe I was sick, but I was also a pussy.

I guess ya, maybe I was. I can walk with him and talk to him (actually I kept tuning out to what he was saying and just stared dead ahead of me), why can't I do it with a set. Guess I'm a pussy. He tried showing me it was easy by asking the time, but I didn't give a shit, I just wasn't feeling good.

We ended up leaving, me not having talked to anyone. I swore that I would go to bed at 10 that night though and be ready for the next day.

Today

Today wasn't a bad day. I had gone to bed the night before at 12:00 (fell asleep at 2 but was in bed at 12) and felt well rested. I tried eating lots, but wasn't too hungry.

I left and found out I had no tickets, looked like I was walking. I got there almost 30 minutes late to a pissed off T-Diddles.

As always before we start theirs shit to do. T-Diddles wants to get a drink, return a wallet. I want to go to the water fountains. Tons of crap!

Whatever, it doesn't take too long and then it's time to start. I'm first up.

Were walking around and I had in my mind the set I wanted to approach. It was a 2 set, both girls looked good and my age. But walking around with only one scenario in your mind is a bad way to set out.

I saw 4 sets - Too many people

I saw Older sets - I don't want to be a kid hitting on a 30 year old woman

I saw Girls with ugly friends - Don't want to make the other feel bad

Tons of scenarios, but I wanted that one. T-Diddles just kept pointing out people though, none matching what I wanted.

Some were hot girl, but it wasn't the scenario I wanted. These I didn't talk to cause of fear, there, I said it!

Others were old, ugly or types of girls I didn't like (aka Black girls and Asian.... I'm not going to say sorry for only liking white chicks!). THESE WERE BECAUSE I DIDN'T LIKE THEM! I don't like talking to people I'm not attracted too, I don't want to learn to seduce these people. T-Diddles would tell me I had AA and was a pussy for not talking to them though. He likes old Asian ladies so to him the idea of not wanting to talk to one was crazy.

It's so hard working with someone who doesn't like the girls I like!

Eventually I broke through it though and approached this really hot, black haired lady. I said the opener and she was flattered, I didn't know whether to go on so I decided to eject (never eject, I know). Just as I say "Have a nice day" I could tell she was about to introduce herself. She's a bit flustered but says the same and I left.

FUCK!

After that I did a few more. I had the ones in between I didn't want to or was afraid, but I learned to break through it and go for it.

I'd done about 7 or 8 but T-Diddles was still pissed, saying I'm a pussy and shit.

We decided to break and went to Quiznos. T-Diddles got some food and bitched at me the entire time about shit... more on that later.

When we get back I did more sets. Ones I didn't like included just so I didn't have to listen to him say I'm stupid and shit.

At around 15 I'm walking around, avoiding people still and he asks if that's all. I could do more but I knew I could do them while he did his. So we started his turn.

The first set I chose I wanted to get back and the little fucker!

I pointed out an alright looking set on this ramp. I told him to do it and he said "NO! Are you fucking stupid! Their ugly, I don't want to talk to them!". I just repeated his bullshit lines back to him though about "If their no good sets you have to approach ugly girls".

Hahaha, how do you like it! Alright let's go..... WHAT THE FUCK!

T-Diddles just walks back to them and opens them. Fuck! Anything to prove a point I guess. He gets back and bitches about how easy that is and how I was still a baby for complaining about having to do it when he told me to.

That's it! This fuckers going down! I had to start doing some approaches as well. On the bottom floor their was a girl I told him to talk to, he didn't. So I thought, fine, watch this and ran back to talk to her.

On the third floor their were 2 hots girls leaning over the railing. I told him to approach but he said "No! Their ugly!". So once again I ran back and talked to them.

We walked around a bit but didn't do too many sets. Maybe not because he was bitching but also because the number of hot girls seemed low.

T-Diddles was angry I think about not doing too many and them not being good interactions. I'm happy though. All the "Good" days we've been jacked up on canned crack. I think you could say it's like guys going to bars and drinking before approaching. It's a crutch! Today we had none of that shit. It was all us and we did alright.

We were there till 6 then had to split... but I was still in a pissed off mood.

HERE'S WHY! BACK TO THE ENDLOGUE!!!!!

ENDLOGUE!

So as I was saying....

I agreed with my parents that I needed something to do and would get a job. I sort of wanted a job anyway, as long as it was something I wanted and enjoyed.

I had applied to an apple store and never heard back, my parents were starting to forget about the job.

My sister had been looking too though. She needed something that she could do when her summer job finished. One of the places she applied was this really nice, really busy, Espresso Bar/ Cafe near my house. The guy hired her on the spot because supposedly lots of people had been quitting. They REALLY needed help.

My sister came home and told my parents how easy she had gotten it and that I should get one too. WE COULD WORK TOGETHER! Add that onto the other list of pluses about this job.

1. It's 10 minutes walk from my house.
2. I was almost guaranteed a job.
3. It payed 9$ an hour! More if he liked me, PLUS TIPS!
4. I got a REALLY nice meal free when I took my break.

Awesome! I'd have money, I'd be working! It would be fun, plus all the shit I could buy!

So I applied! :D

That afternoon I found out I was hired! :)

The only problems surfaced when I got my schedule.

I was working 4 shifts the first week, ALL IN THE MORNING! My job had only 1 slot in the whole day so theirs no changing. This meant no more going to the mall and sarging on 4 of 7 days. I still had 3 days of unlimited, and the days I do work I can go after. Who knows though, this is only the first week, next week may be less.

THE PROBLEM

Here's why T-Diddles was bitching at me a lot today. Feel free to comment.

T-Diddles Thinks:

This job is STUPID! I could get any other job, any other place! This one is right when it's best to sarge. Everyday I work is a day I could be getting better.

If I want to get good at sarging I should be going out almost everyday, not just 3 times a week and after work, THE WHOLE DAY on most days! This is my chance to get good, I can get a job when the summers over. I will not get in time for school.

I should quit right now and find a new job (preferably none at all).

6Teen Thinks:

I need the money. This job pays better then most other jobs I know of. It's close, it's fun, it's busy, it's GOOD!

My parents will be pissed as shit if I quit, my employer will be pissed as shit and I will never be able to work there again.

The people there are nice, the job is pretty easy, it's a really nice place.

I need something to do this summer other then hit on girls! What do I tell people I did when I get back? I don't want to become some crazy guy that goes to the mall and hits on girls everyday! It's called A LIFE and girls are more attracted to a guy who has one.

Sure, going out, everyday, with someone else, I'd probably do great. But what's wrong with going out with someone 3 or 4 days, and then the other 3 or 4 doing it by myself? It's not as fun, I don't have someone to push me. SO WHAT?!?!

Am I going to give up 300$ a week so that I can have someone with me when I go hit on chicks on 3 days? That's 100$ a day!!!!

I could use the money to get someone somewhat good to come out with me and actually teach me! Maybe not a Mystery or a Tyler Durden, but some guy from a forum who is doing pretty well :P.

Nawww I wouldn't do that. People should be paying to hang out with me and hear my amazing jokes. Maybe I could do a trade, teaching in exchange for my amazing sense of humour (email me if your interested)! ;)

I will progress, regardless of whether it's at a mall with someone else, or just in my neighborhood!

Sarging should never be someones life, what they do everyday.

I think tooooo many guys get good and become dating coaches!!!! It pisses me off! For once I want to hear about a guy who gets good, best in the world, and uses his new found confidence to become head of a company or some shit. Not becoming a fucking loser who runs seminars every weekend.

Oh well, I'll just have to be that guy. Look for the stand-up comedian who has orgys after his show! :D

It's gonna be jokes!!!

Peace :D

One of the things PUA1 recommended me to do was write down things I can do at the end of my blog posts (aka "Field Reports") to improve. So here's my piece on how I think of myself, my beliefs and where I'm at.

Where I'm At:

Right now I have a dying urge to go do this stuff as much as I can. When I'm at home all my problems seem to work out. I'm not fearing having to go out. I'm excited and I believe when I go out I'll get great results. I know if I go out and approach as many girls as possible it will just blast my progress.

When I get to the mall it's a different story. My fears come back.

- What if she ignores me?
- Will she think I'm weird?
- Is doing this weird?
- Does she not want to be talked to?
- What if I'm talking and there's a silence and it gets awkward?
- If it sucks she'll go and tell her friends about this creepy loser she just met.

Haha, that's all my fears. Maybe I'll get more if she has a bitchy vibe when I see her but this is the main list.

Personally I think I'm very good with girls. I really do think I'm a cool guy, I really do think I'm funny. My biggest problem is breaking the silence and going and talking to them. I think if I could get past these fears, and be able to approach confidently, knowing they are going to react positively no matter what, I'd be light years closer to being REALLY good at this stuff.

Maybe that's cocky or something, but it's what I really believe. So right now I'm going to try and break down these fears with a sledge hammer or reason.

Step 1: Looking at both sides

- What if she ignores me?
What if she stops dead in her tracks and gives me all her attention?

- Will she think I'm weird?
Might she think I'm the ballsiest, most confident guy she's ever met?

- Is doing this weird?
Is being attracted to girls, wanting to meet them, and having a desire to be with them weird?

- Does she not want to be talked to?
Have I ever met a super hot girl who is super shy and doesn't like talking to people? Or are they all super social, chatty and popular?

- What if I'm talking and there's a silence and it gets awkward?
How long does it take to hook? A minute or less? Can I not talk about shit for 1 minute? Doesn't she want to be as comfortable about it as me? Won't she work just as hard to not get the silence as I will?

- If it sucks she'll go and tell her friends about this creepy loser she just met.
Does she know anything about me? Do I have to talk to someone for them to think I'm a creepy loser? Can I just as easily be a loser by walking around, avoiding social interactions my whole life, sitting home alone, not getting invited out, jerking off because I can't get action? Isn't it the only way not to be a loser talking to them?

Step 2: Answer My Questions

- What if she ignores me?
What if she stops dead in her tracks and gives me all her attention?
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It's true, she's just as likely to really want to talk to me as she is to really not want to.

If she stops and is really eager to talk to me, on a scale of 1-10 how good is that going to make me feel? I'd say an 8 :).

If she walks by without a word, on a scale from 1-10 how much is that going to hurt? I'd say a 1... maybe.

So really, I can't really fear her ignoring me. If she does it doesn't really hurt, who cares. If she stops though and likes talking to me it's going to boost my confidence SOO much. Really I can only gain confidence by talking to people. And the one's that ignore me? Who gives a shit, the more it happens the less I'll care anyway.

- Will she think I'm weird?
Might she think I'm the ballsiest, most confident guy she's ever met?
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I've decided to send my game in a very "Direct" sort of direction. So let's go over this "weird" situation pretending I'm in the girls situation.

I'm walking around, bored, hanging out with my friend which I do every week. Were talking about the same lame, boring stuff. Ugh!

Then all of a sudden a really hot girl starts walking straight towards me, tells me to stop. Looks me dead in the eyes and says "Omg, I know this is very forward... but you are the cutest guy I've seen all day!".

How fucking good would that make me feel? Forget she's hot, she's a mediocre looking girl, but she comes up and tells me I'm the cutest guy she's seen all day. What am I going to start thinking?

"Ewwww, what a weird ugly girl. Why would you say that? Go away, your creepy and weird!"

It's so hard to even type that it's soo fucking STUPID! I'd be flattered as fuck! I don't care if she's ugly, I'd light up and be happy. I'd talk to her if she wanted to chat.

The truth is I don't think I'm a "mediocre" looking guy even. I think I'm attractive to girls. I've been told by a lot of girls that i'm cute and such. A girl wouldn't be concerned by how I look though, she'd be thinking "What a ballsy guy to come and say that to me".

The idea that I will get "That's weird" as a reaction is so unlikely it sickens me to think this is (or was) a fear of mine.

- Is doing this weird?
Is being attracted to girls, wanting to meet them, and having a desire to be with them weird?
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I think the opposite question tells all. I can answer with 100% certainty that the answer to that is no!

- Does she not want to be talked to?
Have I ever met a super hot girl who is super shy and doesn't like talking to people? Or are they all super social, chatty and popular?
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I'm trying to think of the last time I was walking down the street thinking "IF A GIRL TALKS TO ME I'M GOING TO BE SO FUCKING PISSED!". I'd LOVE a girl to just come up and chat with me. Why wouldn't girls not be the same?

Maybe guys less so, but even so, if it was a cool guy I'D BE PSYCHED!

I'm a cool guy, guys will be pumped to talk to me.... I'm a guy so girls should be pumped to talk to me by default :).

- What if I'm talking and there's a silence and it gets awkward?
How long does it take to hook? A minute or less? Can I not talk about shit for 1 minute? Doesn't she want to be as comfortable about it as me? Won't she work just as hard to not get the silence as I will?
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Then I'll try my hardest to keep it going. I'll find something about their clothes, something they said, something in the environment, ANYTHING. Really though there shouldn't be any silence. I should get my conversation skills to a point where this doesn't happen.

What am I talking to, getting them there though... they are there!

Can I not actually keep a conversation going with anyone? My mom, my friends, anyone? Of course I can! So fuck this thought that "Oh I can't keep a conversation".

I just met her... the things I can talk about are endless. I can banter with her, ask her what she thought of me talking to her. If I get going I should be able to keep it going. I know this isn't that hard and shouldn't be a concern. I just have to ask things I care about and that interest me and then listen to how she responds.

I'm realizing how writing how dumb this is, I'm gonna just take down ideas of things I can randomly talk about.

- Do you get approached often? I can add in "By nice young men?".
- If she's not giving good answers. "Why are you so shy?" "Why don't you have an oppinion?" "You need to try harder then this if your to keep me entertained, what's the craziest thing you've ever done?". The list goes on, I thought of those in 10 secs.

THIS IS NOT A VALID FEAR!

- If it sucks she'll go and tell her friends about this creepy loser she just met.

Does she know anything about me? Do I have to talk to someone for them to think I'm a creepy loser? Can I just as easily be a loser by walking around, avoiding social interactions my whole life, sitting home alone, not getting invited out, jerking off because I can't get action? Isn't it the only way not to be a loser talking to them?
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Tell her friends what? She met some weird guy?

So FUCKITY DO WHAT?!?!

So they know she met someone weird... someone that could be any one of the billions of people on this planet! I can't remember a persons face unless I hang out with them for a really long time. Even the PUAs today I'm sure I'll forget what they look like in a day or two. People aren't going to remember you from a 1 minute interaction. They have better things to remember.

She may think it's weird. IT'S WEIRD. IT'S being the key word. IT'S meaning not you, the interaction. She can't think YOU'RE weird, she doesn't even know you. Even if some guys came up to me and did the craziest shit, I wouldn't be able to say "THOSE GUYS ARE FUCKED UP!". I'd say "THAT WAS FUCKED UP!".

I know I've heard "They aren't rejecting you, it's the opener" and would think "Well that's how I frame it, but they'll frame it the other way". Well now that I think of it, if I "rejected a cold approach" I would actually feel like I rejected the action, not the person. So it works both ways.

But if that's not enough then look at it this way.... WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK?!?! So what, she didn't like me, I guess I'll have to find one of the other millions of other beautiful women that do.

Alright, so those are my fears and why they're dumb. I don't think I've ever heard a legit fear.

Now that I know how fucked up and stupid my fears are I am going to learn to get rid of them completely. They don't stop me from pain, I'm in pain not getting what I want in life. They have no real purpose but to hold me back from what I want and what will make me happy.

So all together now before I go, let's all agree to shout in unison.

FUCK FEAR!!!!

Peace out! :)