“We were two young men at the start of a great career, two young men devoted to an illusion. Two young men who never intended to hurt anyone”
It was early January and in a few days on 1.11.11 he’d be leaving the country again for another extended period of time, so we decided to get together just the two of us for farewell night out. This was the second or third version of such nights like this, low key bittersweet goodbyes. We met at Saint X early around 8:30 but the place was dead. We decided to head over to Reef.
The walk there was mostly silent and taking in the cold and lights of the city as we moved. There was weight in the air between us knowing that it would be a longtime before we hung out like this again. Once there we quickly ordered some cheap strong foreign beer that Reef is known for to loosen up like two strangers on a first date. It’s amazing how sometimes two men have to drink to let themselves emotionally connect without feeling gay. It’s funny when you think about how easy it is for girls. We started talking about the upcoming year and all his plans. A second edition of Bang with concentration on Txt game. Dropping Day Bang. His excitement of Eastern Europe.
We spoke about my little dream project, what I’d love to put together and do if I ever became serious about it. A passion project. He gave some tips and advice on how to get started, his thoughts and ideas on everything as I listened with intent. Ever since I’ve known him he was never afraid of dreaming big, he knew what he was passionate about and took the big gamble to insure he’d be the master of his own fate. There was a pause in our banter. Then I continued it,
Hey man, remember years ago when you made those funny t shirts and nobody bought any of them.
Oh yeah, what a disaster I ended up blowing like $2,000 on that idea.
Yeah, but the that was you first big chance you took with the blog and doing something with your writing. You can look at it as a $2,000 investment you learned on being an entrepreneur, fucking look at you now plus I have a extra medium Pump and dump t shirt.
The truth was we were an odd pair from the outside. The business man and the artist/ traveler. Different in terms of race, background, style. Brought together and joined by Game. Even our approach to it were from different angles. Like his life, his approach was scientific, calculating, precise, methodical. Me on the other hand was a more by touch emotional approach. Regardless Game was our tie that binds. At the time little did we know that the year ahead would be filled with ups and downs, success and failures for the both of us.
All I did know and the feeling that I had was he would be Richard Katz to my Walter Berglund. The person I dreamed through and championed from the sidelines. If he made it then a small piece of me makes it out there. I’ll never have to leave here because he will see the world for me. I’ll leave the other life for him. I’ll settle down get married and he’ll be the best man at my wedding. My kids will call him Uncle Roosh and look forward to his visits and dirty story of foreign lands and adventure. My wife will wish I was more like him and traveled more or took chances. He’ll drink with me as I confide in him about her and my affairs and eventual first divorce. I’ll laugh when I read his column or short stories in big news papers and think about the fact I heard the story first hand months prior. It will be our Game version of the Prestige, two men one life.
We finished our drinks getting ready to leave and a guy sitting next to us leans in and asks, “Hey man, sorry are you Roosh”. He nods and smiles, yes. “Yeah, man I used to blog back in the day but I read your site every day and love it. Keep up the good work. What are you up to next.” They speak for a few minutes as I sign my tab and watch from the sidelines. The way he connects with his readers, the way he’s become a voice for the people in this town, an underground rock star before blowing up and doing Japanese car commercials. I could never do that, I’m not that open and trusting to share myself right away. I’m a dick.
On the way back to U street, light headed and in our groove I say to him,
“Hey man, I have something I need to tell you, something I need to get off my chest. I just don’t want there to be any secrets between us before you leave again”
(We stop walking) “Bro, you know there’s nothing you can tell me that would make me stop being friends with you. You can tell me anything”
And this is what we search for the most in the bonds we share with the ones that count. The ability to fuck up, to crash and burn and know that our friends won’t turn their backs on us. But in that statement he reminded me that there have been many times that I was down many times when everything looked bleak and there was no hope in sight and he was still there for me. That absolutely nothing would change that.
“Well remember how you were hooking up with (redacted) but then you left for you first trip for South America”
“Yeah”
“Well one night, drunk after a night out I found myself back at her place and we messed around. I didn’t bang, mostly making out, dry humping and two fingers”
There was a small beat…
“OH, is THAT it? Man I would have hope you banged. Man I never cared like that about her… you should have banged, what’s mine is yours bro”
We laughed out loud about how stupid the whole thing was. Also how creepy said girl’s cat was. Back at Saint X and feeling light headed we made our approaches. Each one maybe being the last. Finally we opened two girls. After years of being each others wingman we knew how to play well off one another’s game. Text book. We exchanged some verbal jabs then eventually one girl ask the question they all ask us, “So, how do you two know each other…”
I want to tell her that it’s my brother, my best friend, my confidant, my enabler. I want to tell her that we are still learning about each other and nobody will ever know anyone fully until the day we die. To truly know takes a lifetime. I want to say this and so much but Roosh says…..
“We met at a sex chat room”
The two girls look at each other and then back at both of us and smile.
Game Over
See you in 2012 follow me on that tweet janx @VKsempireofdirt
It’s funny how you learn that there are different types of loneliness. Maybe it’s hearing it in the voice of a friend who is halfway around the world living the life he was meant to but having nobody there to bare witness to his success and failures, nobody that counts. Maybe it’s being in a city that you outgrew years ago and talking/ fucking girls you already know what they’ll say and how they’ll fuck. But you can’t leave yet because you promised yourself that you’d tell the world what happened here about the power and the loneliness. It’s like being trapped in a Dirty Beaches song.
It was time to go to the next spot the guys were getting restless. Man these young dudes energy can be on another level. At the next place they roamed upstairs and downstairs and talking to girls left and right. I kind of envied them for that, I remembered what it used to be like to be so hungry to fuck and game and pull as many chicks as possible. I went through the opening mass number of girls in one night and cold approaches. You can be the lion that chases the game or the alligator that waits for the prey to come get a drink. Patience. The truth is if you have good game it just takes one approach, one conversation, hell one right look and smile and you hit it out of the park. Of course there are night’s where you go the whole night and nothing happens, in this city you learn to become at peace with that. As many nights as I write about good times and hook ups, there are twice as many nights where nothing happens or approaches go no where.
I feel like tonight will probably be one of those nothing nights. With the encounter I had at our first spot in the back of my mind like a baby tumor. I post up upstairs with a drink and don’t bother to really hardcore approach anything. After a while a cute drunk girl talking to a young guy slight behind me on the other side of the barrier. it was obvious it was a pick up and she wasn’t “that” into the guy who was putting on all the moves. She kept looking at our group like she wanted someone to step up and say something and interrupt this other dude’s game, but I sure as hell don’t gas chicks heads up like that. I here,
Guy (slur): listen, I think you’re hot, give me a kiss
Her: I don’t know what kind of girls you’re used to dealing with in the Navel Academy but I don’t do that.
Guy: whatever, come on….
This went on for a while and mainly we watched out of the corner of our eye to see if she’d do it and she knew we were watching so she kept resisting drunk dude. Finally after the annoyance I ignored her and went back to scouting. Moments later the young pair was making out, typical. Her friend who was kissing on some other dude comes to check up on her. During this I get a text from a girl I used to see,
Her: What are you doing, where are you at… I miss you
(I tell her know)
Her; I’ll be right there
I turn to the girlfriend of the kissing couple and strike up a conversation. Innocent enough with flirty banter I try not to make it seem like an obvious pick up attempt. At the same time things are hurried because the guy who was all about her is lurking close by and I have something on the way. We quickly recap each others nights, the suit, her friend making out with a random and being drunk. I pull out my phone and take her number. When I look up I see the head of my ex in the line of the door way. two more digits to go, I don’t even bother getting her name, another number I’ll have to save as “Random (location of the bar)”. Just then her dude finds her and they move to the side.
My old girl is walking towards me like a South American missile. It’s like a fetish version of a Frank Miller character, a blur of blonde hair, red lips, big boobs and curves with heals making her over six feet. The way she smiles, happy to see me after so long. Even though I work trying to untangle our lives to separate and move on, after the night I’ve had she’s making a whole lot of sense. My boomerang girl, I’ve thrown her away twice and she keeps coming back. She’ll grow out of it eventually.
We kiss hello, she says high to the guys, we move to the bar. She asks me, “aren’t those the guys from Georgetown? How do you know them again”. I tell her don’t worry about it. She confesses that after this long there are things she knows I keep from her and she hates and loves that about me even more. The secret guys like us keep from good girls like her. I order some beers, we order more drinks, close my tab, then stumble out into the late night.
On our walk I tell her how the streets are never safe. I recount the story from a few years back of a Georgetown couple in this fancy neighborhood, I think the guy was Jewish and in politics or something. Rich neighborhood. Anyways one night while unloading groceries they were robbed and killed. The guy got his throat slit (thinking back not sure if both died or just him). But the news were outraged and shocked that something like that could happen in such a nice rich neighborhood, a senseless crime. My point was that this is DC, there’s no safety here, any given night anyone can get it. It doesn’t matter your pay grade, your neighborhood, or your race. It’s a desperate city. I stop talking and in my silence she holds on closer to my arm as we walk to her place.
At her one bedroom she goes into her closet to change. I take of my jacket and fold it so, then my shirt and pants and slide into her bed. She comes out in the leopard print nightie number. Wow is that new.Yeah I bought this one and another one for you but then you broke up with me and I haven’t had a chance to wear it so we’ll have to do this again. I can do that.
She crawls into bed, I get on top of her and kiss her on her lips, then on her neck. I pull down one strap off her shoulder exposing one of her breasts and move down. She whispers for me to go down on her. It’s a type of last chance sex or second to last chance sex. Familiar but you go through all the acts and positions like you’ll never see each other again, like the strangers you’ll someday become. Like you’ll see her again years from now in a random rooftop bar and you two will know each other and catch up on where your lives have taken you. And you’ll smile and nod but all you’ll be thinking about is this night, how she smelled, what she tasted like, how you fucked. She’ll have her Phd in Economics and there will be some guy with her watching you two and knowing in the back of his head that both of you have been together in another life. Maybe he’ll love her or think he does. But she’ll be happy with him and give him the “just one minute” look. We’ll hug and say goodbye and she’ll go to him and he’ll ask, “who was that”. And she’ll say, “just a guy I used to know”. And deep down you’ll hope she remembers this night and more.
One more post for 2011 then my mini winter hiatus. Follow me on that twitter janx @VKsempireofdirt
This past Friday was a surreal experience and I often found my self on the outside looking in. I was invited to a holiday party thrown by an ex female blogger who was a remaining friend from an era before most of you guys even knew what blogging was about. Older and finding her happy ending it was more than a holiday party, it was also the announcement of the sex of her and her husbands first child. XQB the snarkiest of the snarks. I shouldn’t have to tell you already but in case you didn’t know about the movement I was suited and Gmac was my plus one.
Parking on P street and walking towards this little dive known as Stoney’s, where an ex and I would hit up for breakfast pizza during brunch time that was fucking delicious. Three guys walk towards us and the one closest to us whispers, “you two look sooo nice” in the gayest lisp I’ve heard in a while. Nice, the gay approval on the street corner, of course it helped I was wearing a neon pink shirt with my black suit (suck it, I was in a Miami Vice / Bryan Ferry at his peak mood). We walked up stairs to look for the party. Barely at the top of the stairs this little hipster chick dressed up like a cross between a wicked witch and a third grade school teacher stops us. “Oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD, you two look so fucking nice. Jesus… no no no no, wow Oh my god” I shit you not this chick went on for close to five minutes. Then she demanded, fucking demanded she buy us a drink. She said she had a boyfriend and wasn’t trying to hit on us but just wanted to show appreciation. We appease her and suggest she buys us something cheap miller lights, whatever it takes to keep it moving.
There was some bloggers from the old days there that i was glad to see and say high to. The host was looking baby mama good so that was nice. But then I noticed a girl I used to crush on who was there as well. Whatever happened to her, oh yeah I got wasted at her Halloween party and made an ass out of myself. Back when I was crippled by the fear of going into situations where I didn’t know people. What’s up with her now? Oh pregnant, glowing, wonderful. Well it’s never too late, she looked happy. Stayed for a few drinks and got the text from the young readers and decided to roll up to the U, why not. Fuck it, walked it, felt like wolves strolling up. Go inside and hung out with the three young guys out on the balcony.
The five of us conversed about the surroundings and how one of them has never been there before. Young guys, hungry. I notice a face walk through the crowd and it noticed me. I didn’t think anything of it and thought she just caught vapors of the suit. Later on after some rounds we relocated to the back outside patio. I saw her again and this time I did know who she was, very well, a conquest who left and in her absence I moved on to her friend a mutual friend of the both of us. Smiles, a brief hug, and a hello then we began to talk and the world disappeared to back ground noise.
Some girls it’s hard to remember what you saw in them, with her it was easy. Discretion. She’s not the center of attention type, extremely successful within her DC field you’d have to pull it out of her on what she does. The type of girl who won’t say much to you in a bar but flirt with you from across the room then at the end of the night jump into a cab with you back to her place. My type of girl. But most of all it was her eyes and the fact she knew how to flirt with them, how they said everything her mouth didn’t say. I was looking into those eyes now and while she was telling me how her big move paid off for her career wise in the long run, I was thinking about her naked and the way she fucked. Athletic, combative, almost like a boxing match. Hardbody, runner, triathlete a little bit of both, no complaints. Her on top of me, pressing into me, grinding. Never looking away during it all, locking eyes and challenging me for more. This of course was the second and last time we hooked up. The first time it was drunk and we met in a bar not too far from where we were at now. But the last time she was more calculative and confident. I remember something about her new place, a broken mirror or painting at the time me coming over during an unpacking phase. Fuck, it was years ago, a hundred nights between now and then, a blur, but those eyes where still the same. I remembered she liked The Wire and that I was scared of it all. The fear that comes with knowing you can’t offer anyone more than maybe a few nights of happiness and then like that she was gone.
I’m thinking about my old fears and how they’ve been replaced by new darker ones. Of old age, death, careers and meaning of life. When she hit’s me with a shit test jab about her friend. Should have seen that one coming. It was about how it ended with said friend (with a smirk on her face that made me think the second unstated part of it was why did it even begin). I don’t flinch, I gave her the nuance answer about a boy who was out of his league and tried to do too much without knowing how. The story of my 20’s and events that where filled with good intentions and bad executions. Something about three sides to every story. To the second unstated part my response was unstated, simply because I could. To be able to compare and contrast polar opposites, a young man’s conquest for conquest sake.
During our verbal dance I didn’t even notice the physical energy that two bodies that have known each other carnally give off. Later on one of the young guys would tell me he thought I pulled her and was gaming it fresh of the books before Gmac let him know that I’ve been with her from my past. But at that moment while talking to her I noticed her eyes glance behind me and give a calming (one minute vibe). It didn’t take much for me to guess it was a guy, a quick look back for confirmation of someone wondering what the hell is going on. I wondered about their lives, if he was younger, if he knew about her other other gear, their sex. I knew I had taken up enough of her time so I thanked her for catching up, wished her well and meant it.
DC is never big enough, you stand still long enough in one place and sooner or later all your lovers and one night stands will float by you down the river. Round up the troops time to go to the next bar.
Part 2 coming it will be me second to last post of 2011
We show our ID’s and walk up the stairs towards the top floor. Once there we make a quick right and head towards the dance floor to make a quick lap. The DJ is spinning that good 60’s soul and there are a couple of girls dancing but we’re too late for the party to really get it it in. We head towards the outside rooftop deck. The familiarity of stepping out the glass door is instant. The dim lights, the heat lamps and the dark night lends to the mystery of not really knowing what you’re working with. It takes a few minutes for your eyes to adjust. We walk through towards the more spacious back patio with brighter moonlight.
As we walk towards the patio we notice the silly pink mini dress blonde with her two friends from outside the bar. Tyler B lines it straight towards her and spits game. Rookie and I head to the bar and get drinks. We spot two ok girls at the corner end of the bar but too much between us to get there. Nights like this I can feel it in my bones it’s going to take patience. After getting our drinks and letting Tyler do his thing we wait for the number exchange and walk up to give him the getaway excuse. He introduces us and she’s pulling on his arm and tells me, “i wanted to kidnap your friend and bring him to Current with us”. Tyler promises to text her in a little bit, she’s out the door. Last time I suited up a girl got up and moved her train spot to spit at me. Tonight a girl dragged her friends into a bar to hit on Tyler before her and her friends went to a birthday party in another part of town. If you’re not a believer in the suit, believe that.
The universal rule of U street is girls that are out in a pairs of twos are looking to hook up. As soon as pink leaves we turn around and hit on these two girls standing by themselves. I opened up the tall one and brought in Rookie and Tyler, Tyler immediately isolates her friend. It doesn’t go anywhere. The girl I opened has a boyfriend in Baltimore and Tyler’s chick isn’t down with the fact he’s here for one night, he still gets her number though. They leave and we lose the rookie somehow (bathroom).
Tyler and I wonder around the open patio looking for Rookie. Suddenly two raven haired brunettes cross our paths. One’s tall with shoulder length hair and dimples and the other is short with shorter hair, dimples and a long jacket that was hiding the fact that she was working with hot thick little body like Dylan Ryder minus the lazy eye but with that mean sex vibe (I have a thing for girls who look like girls I’ve masturbated to). The tall one stopped whispered something to Dylan look alike, smiled at us then began to walk towards the bar. Tyler and I gave each other the did you see that look then Tyler turned, look towards them, waited for the tall one to look back and smile then pointed at her and fingered for her to come back over here. Quick introductions were made and the four of started talking. It was obvious the tall one was into tyler which was cool because I felt that Dylan was right up my wheelhouse.
Everyone was flirting and Tyler was using this balance wrist band he bought at the mall earlier that day as a prop and to build attraction. We claimed that the reason they came and talked to us was that the wrist band had magic powers that attracted hot girls to us. The tall one was skeptical until she tried it on and Tyler showed her some balance demos. Dylan was skeptical so I negged her hard and asked her questions along the line of if she was always such a downer and threatened to banish her from our fun group. She playfully protested back that she wasn’t the not fun one. Round of drinks were bought and attraction was built. Dylan and I traded verbal flirtatious jabs. Her guard was up, rightfully so. We were men in suits, villains, up to no good. The Rookie found us and then last call was called. Our group buzzing walked out. Once in the street the girls and us start walking towards Tyler’s rental car.
It took a few seconds but the tall one asked, “wait where are we going”. I answered, “to the after party rookie, duh…. act like you’ve done this before” The girls looked at each other and giggled. Once we got to Tyler’s car and everyone jumped Dylan tried to be a downer, “No really where too”. I suggest the Rookie’s place but they said it’s too far. Then the tall one says she’s got alcohol at her apartment we just have to be quiet cause her guy roommate is asleep. Cool. Once at her place she makes us all whiskey drinks and all five of us go into her room and start chilling on her bed. The drinks are strong and so is the chance of an orgy going down. Crew luv to the fullest. The Rookie put’s on The Weeknd on his phone and the mood gets sensual real quick. Tyler puts his arms around his chick on one end of the bed, I lean closer to mine on the other end. Rookie knows the score and claims to need to lay down because he’s, “SO wasted” and goes to the couch. A few minutes later Tyler starts kissing his chick and Dylan and I get the picture. We excuse ourselves to go make another round of drinks in the kitchen, Once there, the bedroom door closes behind us.
In the kitchen we make drinks, Rookie is pretending to sleep on the couch. Dylan and I have our own conversation about some existential deep shit about what’s going on with me and life. I was forcing that fake connect and pretending to be vulnerable. That’s when we here her girl’s loud groaning come through her bedroom door. Dylan looks at me and can’t believe her friend can be so easy. I look at her like it’s no big deal. We’re silent for a few seconds then I lean in and kiss her. She pulls back and is silent for a few seconds before saying, “I can’t believe you just kissed me”. Me, “yeah”. I go in and kiss her again this time she kisses back hard putting her arms around me, pulling me in. We’re making out and listening to her friend getting fucked by my friend while my other friend is on the couch listening to all of this… crew luv. I tell her we should get out of here.
We jump into a cab and I get that fake ass resistance. Where are you going? I’m going to your place, you live by the metro I’ll just take it in the morning. All girls will try to fight the game in the cab, make it look like they don’t know you’re coming over, Whatever. At her place she tells me to be quiet as we walk up to her room. She takes of her jacket and we both lay on our sides facing each other on her bed with the lights on and dim. More chit chat about real world shit and hopes and dreams and whatever Heineken and whiskey will have a guy like me saying to a girl like her at 4 am. Finally she mentions something to me about me having tattoos.
I get up and she crawls further up her bed to look straight at me. I take of my shirt. She takes of her shirt throws it to the floor. Her body is nice, tiggs are legit but i notice her black bra is not a bra, it takes me a while to realize it’s a black bikini top the way it ties at the top around her neck. I’m trying to figure out what the fuck is going on if I’m drunk or do girls do this all the time. I’m trying to decide if it’s sexy or grimy or a little bit of both… fuck it. I take my pants off and she does the same. Fumble recovery she’s wearing sexy red lace boy shorts. I take a deep breath and crawl slowly on top of her. A sadness takes hold of me when I realize that this is it, that after this moment all the mystery and carnal hunger for this flesh in front of me will be over. The possibility that the best part of all this were the moments leading up to where I am right now. I kiss her and we do what we came to do.
The next day I would find out that after Tyler banged her friend he took the Rookie back to his apartment then went back out and banged a girl he met out in Arlington the night before and the whole time till he boarded his plane the blonde in the pink dress was begging him to come over and he thought about missing his flight for it. Laying on my couch, reading the text messages, I shook my head thinking, Fucking typical Tyler. Until the next time.
Crew love
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There are nights when we do this stuff and that inevitable feeling of dread comes because in the winter, in early darkness with the cold on our breath and the DC streets filled with girls not taken…. Even if we get what we want we often forget why we wanted it in the first place. Then there are nights it goes down so text book you’d have to be there to see it. Like a three man weave in basketball, you’re crew is so in sync and working together like a team of crooks who’ve worked on this caper so long it’s set to a stop watch. When you see the drill ran correctly everyone notices, you have no competition, girls know (FUCKING KNOW) they are being gamed by the best and they’re powerless to even fight back or stop it. It’s the nights you live for, it’s why you’re here right now.
This past weekend the blogger formally known as Tyler from Boston was in town. Anyone who used to read his genius blog knows that the guy always had a story to tell and it didn’t help that his job was one that took him to a different city in the US every month. This was the second time I hung with him in DC in three months and he was crashing at The Rookie’s crib. Just to set the record straight at about 6′3 Tyler does in fact look like Tyler Durden crossed with Wolverine from The X Men. Mixed that with an All American quarterback life of the party attitude you get the picture of a freakish unstoppable force of good looks. The stories from his blog were without a doubt all true.
Friday night was a throw away night for us three. We drank some cheap malt liquor during the pre-game at Rookies while we talked and caught up on what everyone has been up to. We jumped between bars in Arlington and then ended up in Georgetown to black out with cool readers of this blog. The night ended in a mess of alcohol consumption.
Saturday Night was time to put in that work, no more fucking around. Three of us suited up and it was fucking deadly. The Rookie in a dark blue pinstriped suit, throw back 70’s shirt collar open and a silk pocket square. Tyler in a black pinstriped suit (Calvin Klein), black dress shirt, black silk pocket square and black framed stylish eye glasses,. Then there was me in an almost light grey suit teal green shirt, shiny grey tie and white pocket cotton square. I swear to God it was a fucking Goodfellas sequel and that night without a doubt we ran DC.
Three guys suited the way we were… everyone knew it wasn’t an accident, it was a fucking declaration of war a big fuck you, fuck off. Fuck you and you’re skinny jeans and striped shirt, fuck you and your yoga pants/ leggings you’ve been wearing since four that afternoon and decide to put on some flats and a silk top and think you deserve my respect. Fuck you and oversized lumper jack plaid shirt with matching ironic mustache beard combo. And mother fuck your college hat and North Face jacket. Grownups were in the building.
The first thing you’ll notice when the whole team suits up is the treatment you get. The service, the recognition. Guys have no angle to hate or compete with because they’re already neutralized if they want to step up. And I dare you to keep track of how many girls open you or all of you with the question, “why are you all so dressed up”. They want to know the story, they want in.
At the first hipster low key bar we went to an interesting thing happened. Still pretty early in the night 11:30 or so we’re standing up in a good spot. Next to us is a semi mixed group of guys and girls mostly all friends. Most of the girls are attractive and a few knockouts. The alright looking girl makes it obvious she’s trying to listen to the crew talk and finally finds a dumb excuse to wonder into our conversation standing in the middle of all three of us. We let her, we’re being sociable and she loves the attention of being talked to by guys in suits. In a short time she’s talking about her ass, I ask if she can balance a drink on it, tyler smacks it. We all laugh. The hot friends in her group are pissed we didn’t even invite them in. The try and pull her away twice with the “group photo” cock block move but she comes back. Finally upset the hot girls convince the whole group it’s time to go to another bar. While leaving one of the guys tries to make a cheap jab at us, “Are you guys from Canada”…. He was wearing a North Face Fleece, come on son, keep it moving.
We basked in the attention of getting peeped by the remaining group of women, some pointing and others following or movement. I was glad I was suited because I ended up running into a serious crush I’ve wanted to spit game at for years (Note to self make it to Busboys). There were some more approaches made but ultimately we knew it was just the warm up and it was time to move to the more upscale rooftop lounge. But before that part….
The thing young guys and anyone new to game should know about it is how to play your position. It’s one thing to read and know about game when you’re rolling by yourself or with one other wingman but when you roll in a group of three sometimes four if needed, things can get tricky. Understanding your roll in a group dynamic is key to the success of the group as a whole or it’s demise. When I was in my 20s I would have thought to go head to head versus Tyler for the Alpha spot… and I would have lost hands down. Every group of girls we would have approached I would have attempted to get the hottest one or out game him and be funnier or tried something to impress the girl if we liked the same one. Ultimately this would lead to us gassing up the one girl and maybe losing the group for the night. That type of pride is a young man’s game.
Now at 31 I’m a much quicker adapter to gaming in group dynamics with people who know what the fuck they’re doing. It’s a subliminal dance between my boys knowing the strength and witnesses of everyone involved. We knew that Tyler would go in and quickly match up well with the alpha female in terms of looks and personality, Rookie and I would isolate the friends using banter, hummer and other aspects of our game. If I was being honest i was probably the least attractive of the group. But I still remembered basics. Sometimes keeping a light circle then switching positions where tyler and I were basically gaming back to back, sometimes it would be a light switch of targets so everyone just got to know each other before a switch back. The beauty of the flow is it was all natural and seamless.
Waiting to get into the rooftop lounge one of the sickest girls I’ve ever seen in that part of town came out with her girlfriend and a guy friend from another lounge right next door. She was wearing a tight pink mini dress, high heals and a blazer. K street chick on U Street?!? Her and her friends followed us into the lounge and up the stairs to the rooftop.
The Wednesday night after getting E’s number on the train (here) I texted her to see what’s up. It was the basic chit chat opening text with how the weeks been going and what she’s up to the coming weekend. She informed me it was her birthday that night and she’d be out in DC but didn’t know where yet. I gave her a neg by wishing her a happy 21st and telling her I remembered when I was that young.
Momentum. There’s something about getting a girls phone number on the train and already knowing without a doubt how it’s going to end. The power of a cute girl, a girl most guys would bang just throwing herself at you with hunger in her eyes is a feeling once you have that’s hard to forget. That Friday I was out with Gmac (Halloween weekend but I didn’t dress up). We started in a low key Arlington bar and decided to jump ship to DC. On the way I texted E to see what she was up to and where she was at. She informed me that her and her one girlfriend were at Sign of the Wale. She pleaded for us to stop by.
I knew the risk involved with chasing a birthday girl around town on Halloween and how it could end with flaking or actually meeting up and having her surrounded by beta orbiters buying her drink and showering her with attention. But I figured we stop by for one drink and if anything looks shady we bounce to our original destination. After paying the cover, buying one drink each, and heading upstairs the girls met up with us within 10 minutes. She was wearing a different black dress but still looked as doable as I remembered. Her friend was a late 20’s single baby mamma who’s job was to look out for her and cock block. Five minutes after we met and introductions were made all around E was making out with me. it was on.
But in a situation like this with all signs pointing to yes there are still many hurdles to jump over before getting a notch. Being patient and relaxed is the key. For starters E was birthday girl drunk, second there was the cock blocking sober friend who didn’t know me and was salty that E was making out with me, lastly was location and the fact E and her lived out in Virginia. Peep how I played it.
Gmac knew the rules of the game so he bounced early on. My game plan was just to hang in as long as I can. We left to go get some late night food (typical American girl move). I played the role of nice guy just holding her up and walking with them through the creepy streets of DC. After we jumped in a cab to take us into VA. The friend was like, “um where do you think you’re going”. E jumped in with, “we should go back to my place and just parrrrtttttyyyyy”. I try to sound reasonable and suggest that they can just drop me off first and if they feel like coming up then that’s cool. The cab driver chimes in and helps, “I am only going to make one stop in Virginia, where are we going”. He then looks in the review mirror and gives me a wink. Showing some leadership and taking control of the situation I tell them that we can go to E’s house and once there I’ll call another cab to take me back to my place. The foot in the door tactic.
The rest of the ride home I buddied up and played nice with the cock block, asking her questions about her life how they met blah blah blah. Once we got back to E’s townhouse. I meekly mentioned calling a cab so i could get back to my place. E by this point had sobered up some. E offered me a beer while her and CB went upstairs to change for bed. They came down shortly and the CB was staying downstairs in an open guest room. E walked me to the living room where I would be staying on the couch. We turned on the TV to some movie on USA. Her friend was right around the corner but E was in the mood. We started making out again, she grabbed my hand and put it up her shirt, nice somewhat pointy C cups. Breathing got louder and heavier. She knew what was going down and stopped. “I want to go check in on my friend one last time”. She disappeared around the corner and I could here some whispering. She came back a few minutes later and grabbed me by the hand and led me upstairs to her place.
It was a done deal after that. The sex was pretty emotionless and matter of fact. It seems like a lot of my bangs have been like that lately. But I’ll save that for another post. In the morning we did it again and she drove me all the way back to my place. Once in my apartment I deleted her number and never talked to her again… what’s the point how did you think this would end?
I’ve been noticing a small trend the last couple of years with actresses making one successful movie or getting their big break after years of Hollywood obscurity and as soon as they get on talking shit about the director that put them on or an ex they used to date that worked in the industry. A few examples I can think of right off the top of my head was a few years after Knocked Up came out, the films star Katherine Heigl stated in the interview something along the lines of she thought the movie was sexist and demeaning towards women. Of course Heigl would go on to make such deep artistic character driven hits as Life as We Know it and the sexist director/writer of Knocked up, Judd Apatow would go on and executive produce the highest grossing female comedy of all time Bridesmaids.
Last year my former crush and ex future Baby’s mama Megan Fox went on in an interview to talk shit about Transformer’s director Michael Bay referring to him as Hitler on his sets and other comments. she got yoinked out of third Transformers film and was last not seen in Jonah Hex. In both these cases we see up and coming actresses make one or two big hits only to turn around and bite the hand that fed them or at the very minimum got them to the next level. It’d be one thing if they won an Oscar or Emmy or something to then get gassed up but technically they hadn’t and still haven’t really done shit yet. On the other hand the directors go on and make money on future movies hand over fist or at least get whatever movie they want green lit into production.
But last week a different story just took the cake. It’s one between hot geek Goddess Olivia Munn (God I did love her) and director Brett Ratner. It’s one where every rule of Alpha game is played out so perfectly it leaves no doubt Brett is fucking Alpha, I had to shake my head. It also goes to show how a woman scorned by an alpha will try to get back at him. But if it’s a real Alpha she just ends up looking like a love sick groupie.
Here’s the link form Gawker, but to speed it up here’s my take.
Olivia Munn got put on, made it to The Daily Show and also a short lived comedy show on NBC. Around the same time she put out a book describing an encounter with Brett Ratner where he whipped out his according to her “Tiny Penis” and jerked off while eating jumbo shrimp with cocktail sauce. I haven’t read the story from the book but if I had a dime for every time an Alpha pumped and dumped a girl and the girl went on to try to make fun of him by mentioning how small his dick was… I’d be fucking rich. I’m sure when she was writing this in her book she was laughing so hard to her and her friends imagining how embarrassed Brett Ratner would be once people found out he had a small penis and he jerked it in front of her
Let’s see how a true alpha male responds when he tells his side of the story and we get the whole picture….
“I used to date Olivia Munn, I’ll be honest with everyone here. But when she was ‘Lisa.’ She wasn’t Asian back then. She was hanging out on my set of After the Sunset, I banged her a few times, but I forgot her. Because she changed her name. I didn’t know it was the same person and so when she auditioned for me for a TV show, I forgot her, she got pissed off, and so she made up all these stories about me eating shrimp and masturbating in my trailer. And she talked about my shortcomings.”
Everything in that paragraph was so Alpha I cried with laughter. At that time Olivia was being pumped and dumped on the casting couch, looking extra thirsty by “hanging out” waiting for her turn to bang Brett. He pumps and dumps not even remembering her and years later she auditions for a tv show and Brett still doesn’t remember her. But if you watch the video dude just laughs her and the whole thing off, no apologizing no regret. It’s priceless and the whole audience is laughing with her. Basically her master plan of making this guy look bad back fires when the truth comes out she ends up going from well respected up and coming actress/ comedian to the groupie that was pumped and dumped by Ratner. All this on Attack of the Show aka THE OLD SHOW OLIVIA MUNN WORKED AT. Are you kidding me! That’s like Ratner going to her house and taking a massive dump on her rug.
How did she react to it? You tell me, read here. Basically this whole story is what it looks like when you get faced. Guys I promise you, when you’re doing it right you’ll eventually have a scorned lover try to crash your party and bring you down. Just have evidence and the story ready of how you ran tight game and got what you wanted. I see things like this happen everyday among my friends and I and other bloggers who write about game. Some girl comes out the woodwork and brags about how bad he sucks at game and bed and how she only hooked up with him cause she was drunk or felt sorry for him and his small penis. Then my friends will show me text messages or e mails she sent them of herself naked and begging for him to come over and other weird stalkerish behavior he had to put up with till he finally got rid of her. But to here the girl tell it you wouldn’t believe it was even the same hook up. Women
After writing posts like this and even this one and following bloggers like The G then you can feel the movement in the air. The ultimate peacocking is suiting up and not being afraid to look good. Fuck that furry hat, skinny leather pants or dressing up in a Teletubby costume with the crotch cut out just to stick out in a crowd. Once you got your game down the next step is dressing up in a way that will differentiate yourself from the striped shirt college kid right next to you. But where does one begin that’s new to the suiting up lifestyle.
The very first thing and probably the most important thing thats often repeated here, fashion blogs and comment threads is that for proper suit game most guys need an incredible tailor. Finding the right one might take a while but in the beginning ask friends and older guys who dress well at work. Look for someone who knows the traditional art of tailoring but is willing to listen to you and your suggestions on the alterations you want on your suit. At first you wont know what you’re talking about so you’ll go ahead with whatever they say but soon you’ll gain confidence in the way you like to wear your suits and switch the game to give them directions on your tailoring.
Second a common mistake guys make is not knowing the difference between a daytime work suit and a nighttime going out suit. On a Friday night there’s no big deal of course if you’re going for the, “I’ve been here since happy hour but haven’t had time to go home to shower and wash my balls” look. That’s cool you won’t be alone, this is DC after all, Mitch McConnell gets away with that shit on all the time ask about him. But if you try to suit up like you just came from a board meeting on a Saturday night you might give off a weird work vibe that may or may not work in your favor if you’re a beginner.
But to stick to the point its well understood if you’re new to the game you can’t go spurge on a bunch of different suits for work and going out. I’d say for the young G’s go a head and get your Joseph A banks on ( on that buy one get three free tip. P.S how the hell does that store stay in business), check your Men’s Warehouse for deals just to get your foot in the suit game door. Buy solid suit colors, blue, grey and black with respectable mid size lapels that you can were to the office then take of the tie and head out on the town after. Of course you’ll still look like most guys out on the town who just got of work but it’s better than nothing.
To me if you’re going to step out in suit game but not look like everyone else in DC then you’re going to have to step out of your comfort zone and enter stores most DC guys wouldn’t step foot into or even know about. I’m talking stores that have a lean with a European flair. That like to experiment and go in different directions when it comes to cuts, silhouettes, textures and colors. Also these types of stores tend to run with slimmer trimmed suits than the common American counter parts. Again were keeping in mind that most of us are on a budget so many of these stores price range from $300 to $500 range. Below are links to the stores you may want to check out.
United Colors of Benetton , I rep this store hard every time I step in there I’m constantly impressed by the subtle tweaks the make to their idea of traditional Italian suits. Especially with the slim cuts. If you’re in great shape the cuts of their suits feel like glove and always make sure you stand out in a quiet way
French Connection, you can find some interesting takes on british suits here along with great accessories like ties to go along with it. Again slim but when they do three pieces they do it very well.
Zara, I got found out about this way late because I figured it was a chicks store. I followed a girl I was dating into this store in Georgetown and their men’s section wasn’t fucking around. Founded in Spain, it’s probably the store at the time was probably the most daring suit game I’ve seen in a minute. Deep blue suits, purples. leather trimmed lapels. Shit was straight crae but the best thing was the prices weren’t bad at all. Right now they’re killing the grey suit game!
Honorable mention goes to Uniqlo, Top Man, and H&M. H&M made the list for price reason obviously.
Again remember that all these stores are cheap and good enough to get your suit game started but you’ll still need a tailor to make them work best for you. Another tip I would suggest is get measured up and learn your suit size. Once you get into the suit game and want to step your game up you can go online to buy better priced suits and then tailor them up when they arrive. Also in many of those stores I linked to when suites first arrive they might be on the more expensive route. If you exercise some restraint and wait about a month the same suit will be on sale or if it isn’t and you know your measurement then find it online and order it at a cheaper price.
I remember a month or so ago reading a post by Roosh about his lifestyle and being over seas having fun fucking girls. In the comment section I picked up on common theme. Most comments where the ones along the lines of,
“Roosh, while I admire you’re lifestyle and you having fun traveling around the world selling books and banging hot chicks. I simply could never do the same thing. I have WAY too many responsibilities and things holding me back from doing the same thing”.
This got me thinking of my life and the lives of guys my age and younger that lead me to stumble upon The Life Double Down Theory. Most of us go to school, graduate with a degree and don’t really know what we’re supposed to do next besides find a job. Instead of finding something we are passionate about and focusing on pursing that. We sort of drift working from 9-5 job to 9-5 job, moving up in our careers and trying to hopefully make more money. So instead of pursuing that great passion and taking a risk we take the money and wall ourselves in with things, more debt, and relationships that will tie us down to an area while keeping us dependent on the money we’re making.
The cycle is the same, your first couple of raises you get better clothes, bigger tv and entertainment systems (probably on credit), upgrade the car.You’re out of school for a few years and go back and take out a loan to get your master’s degree. You find someone and get married tying your finances to hers. You move from renting an apartment to owning a house. More stuff, new stuff, bigger stuff. You keep pushing all those dreams or goals of doing something that makes you happy to the back of your mind because you have way too much responsibilities now to think of that. You may wake up one day and realized all these years you’ve simply double down on life and backed yourself into a wall.
Most people see climbing up the ladder of success as an excuse to accumulate more burden than they have to. More responsibilities than they really need, instead of looking at it as a way to escape the rat race and mundane life doing the same thing year in and year out can lead to. Pay off your initial student and crappy car loan then work hard enough to figure out what you really want to do with your life. Saving money for an exit strategy. For example if you’ve always had a thing for photography, instead of going back to school and getting a Master’s Degree in Business how about you take courses in photography and invest in better camera equipment, get good at it and figure out a way you can turn that into a career traveling and shooting exotic women. There are plenty of examples of how you can plan and make moves to do what you love rather than just double down and put yourself in a corner you don’t need to be in.
This is advice that I myself wish I’d follow. Again it’s never too late for some. Also if you’re living the life working 9 to 5 and are in love with what you’re doing and where your career is going then I’m not knocking your hustle, do you. I just want people to think about their next moves more closely and if the result of that move will bring them closer to long term happiness or just a short term happy coke bump.
Consider this an introduction to something bigger I’m working on for 2012
This is a prelude to that eventual post that’s coming….
When I look back on relationships and why the worked and didn’t work one can obviously see a pattern in their own lives. I’m trying not to be a blogger that think because it happens to him it happens the same way to everyone. So this is just me here and if you feel similar then go ahead and say so or not.
Personally as a man when it comes to being with women and especially relationships I have a set hierarchy of pleasure principles that determine how long the relationship will last. My order of pleasure principles follow something like this…
1. Great sexual appetite and willingness to try everything
2. Dedication to fitness and eating well
3. Loving, caring, affectionate
4. Strong fashion game
5. low maintenance
6. Can cook a little something something.
Now most guys might have a similar list or not. The point with my pleasure principles theory is two fold. If the items at the top one are two are not fully realized then it doesn’t matter how much the items at the rest of the list are fully realized, I wont last in the relationship. Second point is that there are things a girl I’m seeing can do to the bottom half of the list that will effect or bring down my passion levels about the first two. But the points go in that order.
When I first meet a girl even though it’s my fault I really don’t want to waist time getting to know every little thing about them. 1 and 2 on my list are often a byproduct of each other. So I want to fuck right away, that’s like the test to see if I want to stick around and find out if she meets the rest of my pleasure principles. Maybe she does but then you get into the relationship and you see that 2 isn’t really where it should be and you see flaws and room for improvement a healthier diet… this mixed with other factors will decrease the value of 1 for me. It can also work that 4-6 isn’t up to par again the value of one will decrease.
The thing for guys like us is that once the value of 1 starts decreasing on the pleasure principles scale the writing is on the wall. Again one can be a different thing for different guys. But for me when I lose sexual attraction that I once had at the beginning its down hill. With me the worst part is the resentment that comes over me. The feeling of unfairly blaming the other person for not meeting everything on my pleasure principles list. For taking me out of the game when I was on top. Of course nobody can tell the future of a relationship and again there are other real life things that go into it besides the pleasure principle list that keep people together or drive them apart.
But the reality is that quest to meet the woman that meets all of your pleasure principles whatever they may be and then continues to meet them at the highest levels over a period of time. I mean sure some points can give or take at times, she could show up to an event with a stupid outfit on or from time to time want to waste money on something you don’t feel like doing. It’s a give and take and believe me a woman’s pleasure principles list is twice as long as a mans and may even involve hight requirement at number 1. But the lesson here is knowing when to get out and not drag anything on to hurt the person. You know what you want in a lover…. go get it and don’t settle for anything less. You’ve come to far to settle out of fear of being alone or not having constant sex. That’s what betas do.
Yes I did just post this video… suck it P.S I’m calling stunt double on the back flip
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