So I finally got back in the dating scene after quite a dry spell.
It’s not like I pushed for many dates online or elsewhere, but it had been dry around these parts for a while. Perhaps the last woman I dated (all right, fucked) was that wannabe lesbian that I came out of retirement for to take one last shot.
Well, I recently went on a date with a woman I found on POF.
Can’t say anything I wrote in my opening message was special, but she nibbled the bait. Got her number after three messages and then texted on and off for a few days. Eventually she asked what I was doing Friday night and since I had some time off work, I decided to revive ‘Old Reliable‘ and hit a putt-putt course.
Why am I afraid to break out of my shell at a bar and finally become the type of seducer that I know I can be? I guess I’m afraid of failure and would rather not get shot down over and over again until I experience success. I’ve debated going to a few bootcamps, but I hear they’re a waste of time. Then again, I get nothing from just reading eBooks or hearing from guys who do much better than me in that type of situation. It’s holding me back and it’s dumb, but it’s the unknown.
Why am I afraid to go to a doctor and get various ailments finally checked out? I guess it’s because I don’t want to understand how dumb I can be when I’m drunk. All of my current ailments occurred from drunken fights and I just don’t want to know how bad I messed myself up. I am sure I broke something in my left hand, did something to my right pinkie and a few years ago, did something to my left knee that doesn’t allow me the freedom to run like I did back in college or pursue my goals of eventually running a marathon (which I should have done back in the day), but I don’t have the money to go through necessary surgeries. It’s all my fault and that’s understood, but the uncertainty of what the extent is could drive me bonkers and has. Plus, I don’t want to go to a doctor and find out that nothing is wrong with me and I just wasted the money to get myself checked out.
Why am I afraid to actually be productive outside of work? I procrastinate so fucking much it’s insane. Almost every month I say, ‘Enough is enough. Right now I shall do everything when it comes to me.’ Almost every month, that goes right out the window. I’m not sure where the fear is, but it needs to go away.
Why am I afraid to pack up my stuff and create a new life as of July 1? My lease ends June 30 and I’ve wanted to leave my current situation for a while now. If you’ve read this blog for an extended period of time, you can understand that. When I spoke with my mom recently, she brought up that maybe this is my time to pick a location and ‘Just go.’ Problem is, I wouldn’t have a job. I wouldn’t have any friends there. I wouldn’t know anything. When I moved to my current city about 5 1/2 years ago, I was in the same boat — but I had a job. That made things a lot easier. I want to create a new life and just do something, but the unknown paralyzes my body and hinders what could be a step in the right direction.
I wish I could open a book and find every answer. I wish I could lay on the grass, look up to the sky and see an obvious sign. Life doesn’t work that way. Man was given the power of choice. You chisel your own fate. Time to be Michelangelo.
Decided to bring out a new feature here on Ride With Blaze.
I decided to look through my archives and bring out some of my older posts. I mean, I haven’t been out for too long; but why not feature some strong ones?
Here is a post from this week last year entitled “Don’t Be Ashamed.”
One thing I realized as I’ve grown older is that you shouldn’t apologize or be ashamed of what you like sexually.
Do you like to eat pussy — or as some call it, dine at the Y? I do. Some in these parts have lambasted it and bemoaned that it’s not alpha. Fuck that noise. If you like doing it and are good at what you do, it’s alpha. Women will do anything for you sexually if you can eat pussy well.
Be sure to read the rest of those, because it still holds true today. I had women think I am a God for how I could eat their pussy. Only met one woman who had something against getting her pussy ate, but once I did it, she was all about that.
I’ve been doing online dating since I was 17, long story short I was raised in a strict household. I remember days when you use to have to talk too girls for weeks before you meet them, now a days depending on your game and the quality of the chick you can meet girls within 2 hours (and smash!). This technique that I’m about to share has been around for a while except I put a little twist to it. Check it out
Basically this will get you tons of traffic on your POF however if you utilize it as well you will also get tons of dates, nude pics and even smashes
1. you download Imacros for google chrome.
2. you open POF
3. Go to “meet me”
4. load up Imacros and click record
5. then click the yes button a few times on meet me
6. then click stop on Imacros save the macro
7. load it up and click play on loop (select loop at 5000).
8. Let it roll for like a hour.
Now to some this may be nothing new, this has been around since 2011 however here is where the twist comes in, if you live in a bigger city you should benefit from this like a boss
1. Before you go out to the bars (Friday or Saturday are best) run the Imacro loop, leave your house and go to the bars and have fun. Remember your main focus should be out meeting girls in the field. However there is nothing wrong with having a “Plan B” in case things don’t work out. Believe it or not tons of chicks you see on POF actually go to the bars so they will get the notification since everyone and their mama got a smartphone now a days. You ever wonder who the chick was texting or messaging at the bar? yup that’s right some dude on her online dating profile
2. Your focus should be on the field but while messages come in, and in between time find chicks that are out if the chicks are hot you can actually meet them in the venues and kill two birds with one stone. If the chicks are wack you can always bail. This allows to meet chicks right away and not waste your time texting endlessly also
3. If the chicks are down for an “After Party” make it happen. Most important thing is logistics you wanna make sure that you live close by or have a place
4. Have drinks on deck and profit
5. If you don’t meet any chicks that night or don’t get a response, not to worry a lot of chicks will hit you up in the next day or two.
Yes a lot of the chicks that will hit you up are whales. The better looking you are of course the more of a response you will get (lots of messages and being added as a favorite). One of my buddies whose a good looking guy did this and the results he got are just crazy. Don’t be surprised to see an increase in pics, dates, and smashes.
Run this once a week before you go out and enjoy
Easy money
Solo
Editor’s Note: Seems like an interesting way to go about things, but you wonder if a chick would get gun shy if she suddenly saw you pop up at a bar when she just took a look at your online dating profile. Solo also included a few pictures of what kind of results can be expected in your POF inbox, but you’ve already seen those.
I had no intention of drinking, but wanted to shoot the shit with some bartenders I had been friendly with and just wanted to see how they’ve improved the place.
Of course they’re happy to see me, so they offer me a shot and a drink on the house. I’m not going to turn that down, so I sit down and catch up for a bit.
About 20 minutes later, my friend’s ex-girlfriend walked through the door and took a seat next to me. We exchanged pleasantries and both agreed it had been a while since we last saw each other, which usually happened in the gym. She had a friend in tow, so I introduced myself to that girl and went back to watching TV.
As I sat on the moist grass with blood dripping from my nose, a solid gash on my forearm from where my roommate bit me as I tried to choke him out and a cop shining his flashlight in my eyes, I tried to keep my composure. As bad as it sounds, I’ve been there before. I’ve been questioned by the police, which often ended with me in handcuffs or on the verge of it. Dare I say my heart wasn’t beating fast due to the law’s presence, but from excess adrenaline from a few minutes earlier. If something was going to happen, it was going to happen. I already went through one of the worst experiences of my life thanks to alcohol.
