LR: Burning it to the ground with carpark glory

Sometimes everything just works out. A lot of the time when you least expect it.

Coming off a week of some shit nights with an inability to hook and some chodelike behaviour, choding out was NOT an option. I had even managed to spew negativity when out with Red Leader the master of positivity and thegoldengun. Once again, sorry guys. For some reason all week I had zero intent.

It had been about 7 weeks since I’d got a new girl, even though I’d had 3 isolated on a bed in that time but missed the conversion. Kind of annoying.

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I head over to a popular student/bogan pub for end of exam “Pyjama party” celebrations. Too bad it’s the middle of winter. Either the hotties are out in force, or I am blinded by the seductiveness of so many of these costumes. Daaammn!

This place used to be my local, and I spent 35 consecutive Sunday sesions here (pre game) last year so I can’t help but run into a lot of people. I normally chode up big time around some of these old mates, but I’m starting to not give a fuck. I don’t have anything to hide any more.

I take my mate I’m here to see, since he leaves the country in a few days, and open a mixed 5 set which goes very averagely, but I don’t care and jump straight into a seated 2 set, busting them on their animal ears, saying that it’s bullshit cause they don’t wear them to bed. (PJ Party)

After 2 mins of fluff about cold temperatures and pyjamas, we pull up seats and one girl brings up that she has in fact worn the animal ears to bed with her, along with the animal print bra she has on. Horn dog.

Due to lack of intent I couldn’t really give a shit about ’splitting the set’ so we just vibe randomly for around 40 mins. I wanted to go home about 5 times during this but I decided to play it out and see what happened.

We split the set and eventually my friend leaves me with the 2 girls. I get a text from my friend telling me to get his girls number, so I show her the text. Apparently they’ve set up a meet already. Go him!

One girl goes to look for something, which is an obvious escalation window. I’m not missing this shit again. I tell the girl she’s cute and make out with her. I ask what she’s doing later, as per Abercrombie’s SNL screening advice. She is walking her friend home apparently.

The friend and a dude come back, and I befriend him quickly which is easy, cause he’s an idiot. I suggest food across the road with my girl but she decides to bring everyone. The friend has decided she is sober enough to drive and my girl is sleeping at her place. Fuck. The line at food is too long so I say fuck it and start walking to my car, girl in tow. The other two are walking the same way to their car. When its time for us to split, my girl tells them to pick her up in 5 minutes.

We makeout in the middle of the carpark. I tell her I wanna rip that sexy underwear off her and I put her hand on my dick. She pulls away. After a minute or so she goes for it all by herself but some people walk past and she freaks out. I pull her over to the car and slam her up against it. She goes for the dick again, so I put her hands inside my pants and go inside hers, commencing fingerbang.

For about the 6th time I tell her to call her friends and say she is coming home with me. She says she can’t. I tell her I picked her as the kind who went for what she wants. She says she is, but “isn’t a one night kind of girl”. Again she says she can’t come home with me, suggests the car, telling me she has a condom in her purse. Booyah! (Not a one night kind of girl, eh?)

Car sex is shit, especially in a two door japanese thing. I end up cutting it short cause it’s probably my third least enjoyable fuck yet. She tells me she wants to do it again soon. Her friend calls and my girl tells her she will be 2 minutes.

Getting dressed outside the car, I realise her friend is parked not 10 meters away, waiting. Pretty good reason to crack the fuck up laughing, I think.

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I wanted to leave so many times through the interaction. Maybe it was a success barrier, but I thought fuck it I’m going to burn this one to the ground. In the end it was simply managing logistics. It always goes down textbook. My non-commnuity mate even got a date out of it!

My first car pull Wooooo!

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FR: A week in the life of an aspiring PUA – Part 2

Continued from part 1…

Thursday

During the day my Monday girl contacted me on facebook telling me her phone is goneski. So it looks like she is still on the cards. That was a nice little boost for the day.

And so it’s a Thursday night in the middle of local uni exams, meaning that every sucker will be staying in. What to do?

Go pick up K and unleash on the town.

The first two bars blow, I squeeze out one or two sets. They are married. We see the blackwater guys again too. Fuuuuckk.

The next venue is normally full to the brim on a Thursday. There are 2 people on the dance floor, and there are scattered sets. A two set we hit it off with a few weeks ago (but drew the line on because they were too wasted) look at us and whisper to each other. I made a mental note to hit that shit up later. I ended up forgetting.

After some phone chat out on the balcony with a fellow from another town on ‘general pimping issues’, K has finished with a set and deems it appropriate to dry fuck me. Sexy.

Oooh a set, finally. What AA? “Oi where the hell is everyone, we gotta get a party started. Lets set up some capture the flag out here, us vs you.”

After some deliberation on team naming we split the set down the middle just by talking to each individual girl. Plenty of stories, clawing, hugging, marraige proposals, thread cutting, shifting sands…..the usual drill.

Oh noes, run out of shit to say syndrome. Normally this only occurs in the first 5-10 minutes. I’m half an hour in at this point, I should be able to vibe non-stop, but alas my brain has stopped coordinating with my mouth.

The four of us end up in a single group again, and K’s girl looks at me and says some funny word. I respond with a “wtf?”.

She repeats.

“Right… kufuffle.”

She repeats.

“What the hell are you talking about”

…….

Girl1 whispers to me that it’s girl2’s name.

Oh fuck. Buzzkill.

The vibe is now fucking dead. Oops.

Until this point, the vibe with my girl was awesome. Constant HARD eye contact, intent, kino, her being a massive smartass (which I love in girls). I had qualified, told her what I liked about her, played games, passed storms of shit tests etc etc. But within 5 minutes it was fucked.

K and I both had the digits from earlier on so we bail. These digits would be useless by this point though, as we left on a negative note. Girls tend to backwards rationalise a lot, meaning everything we did the whole time would now be creepy in their minds.

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At the next bar, K goes into a 3 set while I look around to no avail. By the time I get back, the original girls are gone, and a guy and girl have appeared. I engage the guy, while K chats to the girl and the original three come back. The girl from the couple, HBBlue, starts leaning across the table to chat to me, epic titties staring me in the face. The guy and girl switch places so she can talk to me more easily. I want to find out if they are dating, as I could have sworn they were. So I ask her why she’s gotta be such a drag on her poor boy.

“Huh, my boy… this isn’t my boy!”

After some random chat and photo taking she runs off to the dance floor with the guy. I probably should have gone with her here, in hindsight.

We spot the awkward set from the last bar. Burn this shit to the ground! We roll up on their table and sit, they laugh. We start trying to play soccer with pieces of ice on the table. The girls are pretty fucking cold (no reference to the ice), but we are burning this shit down.

Mid conversation HBBlue comes over to me so I claw her in.

B: Hey, do you have a girlfriend

Its OOnnnnn

Me: Nope
B: Seriously?

I take out the phone, punch in 04 and hand it to her (practically before I could even finish the word “Nope”). The cold girls are still sitting on the other side of the table, watching.

HBBlue’s friends interrupt, she tells them she’ll catch up in a second.

I get the digits, while cold girls are saying they should leave and start walking off.

HBBlue tries to leave.

P: Oi, hold up
B: Wha….*makeout*

I hear the cold girls say some shit behind me. Fuck ya’s.

Hottest girl I’ve made out with in a long while. Smoking. Girls going direct like that is hot.

K and I debrief and head home. I’d say we learned a lot tonight.

Friday

I text both numbers from the previous night, the first is a complete flake. I kind of made out with another girl in front of her so that’s no suprise. Nothing to lose, though. The other girl responds and seems keen. Definitely one I want to follow up.

I call Sunday girl about the day2. We end up calling it off due to her exam stress and some other reasons. It’s cool, plenty more to do on a Friday.

HBRed, a girl from a few weeks ago texts and asks if I want to see her after she finishes work, promising she will be more exciting then last time (Last time she resembled a zombie after 12 hours work, so one would hope so). I eventually decide to let her come over, as well as one of my friends. If I decide to go out with him, that takes preference.

When he shows up, we decide to have a night in. HBRed and her friend (who introduced me to HBRed) show up and we chat. My friend leaves, then HBRed’s friend says she is going. HBRed also says she’s leaving.

Normally, I wouldn’t let this happen, but this girl is really starting to get annoying. What she meant by ‘more exciting’ was one step above being a zombie. She exhibits the sexual polarity of a slab of concrete, which becommes pretty unattractive after a while.

From what she said in the conversation, she thinks she is ’seeing me’. I haven’t slept with her yet, so…um…. no. She is getting a NEXT. Unless she calls with offer of sex on a silver plate.

Saturday

I almost turned down a poker night with workmates to read my new book “The Female Brain”. That was when I realised I take this shit too seriously sometimes. Giving up mates for READING? Fuck that. They ended up cancelling anyway.

Once again, K and I head out later in the night. We also meet up with M, and see a bunch of other community guys out. It’s funny, now that we are starting to know who a lot of these guys are, it really changes the way you look at venues. Suddenly there’s a few more fishing boats around, figuratively speaking.

Tonight I was ON FIRE. Physical domination was off the charts with clawing, hugging and generally throwing girls around. It was fun for me, and for them.

We were getting attention from all over the place. Hell some people even assembled a personal bodyguard to stop people walking through our group photo, it was hilarious. This was another very natural night. These are starting to occur more often, which is bloody awesome.

Long story short, I had zero success. There was a few boyfriends around stoppnig my progress in its tracks, sometimes we were leaving before I could get anywhere, and by the end of the night the cock ratio was about 4 to 1 everywhere we went. More like 15 to 1 for hot girls. These nights happen, you can’t win them all.

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In summary, this week I started a positivity challenge, freaked out over losing my FB, made out with a couple of girls, got several numbers, set up a day 2, got flaked on a day 2, replaced day 2 with seeing another girl, decided to next said girl, had to tell another girl I had a girlfriend*, got scared for my life, almost banged an overly large girl, fucked up several other opportunities (it happens), and had a lot of really good interactions. Progress!

*because I want to keep her as a friend, and don’t want her to hit on me

So, that’s my week. A complete turnaround from the SHIT i felt in the few weeks before this. I have options once again. It’s amazing how fast you can turn everything around with a bit of persistence and determination. I’m also currently sitting on day 6 of my positivity challege.

Another big week planned.

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FR: A week in the life of an aspiring PUA – Part 1

Ok, I don’t like the term PUA, but it makes a shorter title. “A week in the life of a guy aspiring to be naturally good with women” is a little long. This week has been relatively crazy, so I’d figured I’d write an extended field report about it. Lots of things happened that are typical of the life you get into through pickup (as far as I know so far).

In the three weeks prior to this, girls were starting to get pretty scarce in my life. From a couple of months of crazy success, which one might call beginners luck, I had one regular girl and zero active numbers left. Even that one regular girl hadn’t contacted me for a while. Some seriously negative thoughts were creeping in, and this was happening more and more often.

My mate K and I had decided to take a week off to get some drive back in us after around 2 months of going out at least 5 nights a week. Adding bootcamp and my 9-5 job onto this, I was pretty freaking wasted. I also started a positivity challenge. This means spending 10 days in a row with no negative thoughts. Any negative thoughts have to be cut off in thirty seconds to a mintue else the 10 days starts again. I think I had failed twice before this Sunday.

Sunday

Today was my first real day talking to women again in a week. It was a house party for a couple of mates followed by a night on the town. The public holiday the next day meant there would be people everywhere. The restlessness I had built up over the week of no appraoches shone out, with increased loudness and dominance, and having a smile plastered across my face the whole time. Every interaction was completely natural – just vibing and taking shit. This is how I operate in my element. Bouncing throughout the house meeting everyone, playing games, shuffling, stealing chairs, whatever. A few times I noticed boyfriends watching me over their shoulders while I was talking to their girls. Chill out dudes, I’m not a homewrecker. In the end I got invited for a lift into the valley with a few girls. Good shit.

Ditching the original crew, I bounce to some other bars to meet some friends. On returning to the original venue, everyone seems pretty happy. The girl I was into is sitting by herself so we get to chatting. God knows what we talked about, but at one stage I told her I bet she couldn’t kiss well (Later I realised this would have seeded the idea, maybe I’ll use it again). I got the cheek turn. Remaining unaffected by this, I resumed conversation. Once her friends had left, I led her outside. Before we got to the next bar, mid conversation I lightly pushed her up against the wall and kept chatting. I like to tease by swooping in towards their mouth, then diverting off to their ear to whisper. It seems to have some crazy effects. Eventually we make out and head to the bar to meet up with the original friends.

One of my friends starts hitting on my girl, so I pick her up and make out with her, I guess marking my territory a little haha. After witnessing this, one of the other girls practically threw her number at me, and was pawing at me on the couch right in front of the original girl. Holy fucking wow.

She had a long drive home so I let her go.

Easily one of the best nights I had in a long time. Incredibly natural. Little to no thought. This night was a big pattern break on a running series of shit nights, making me realise that it’s all there inside you, you hust have to tap into it.

Tuesday

Waking up, I failed my positivity challenge again. My girl that usually comes around every Monday had not responded to my text or picked up calls. Surely she wasn’t going to cut it off by cutting contact without telling me. I couldn’t help the negative thoughts overwhelm me, for some reason the hour after waking up is my weakest time.

After basically writing this girl off, I decided this week would be huge. I wanted a new girl.

Calling the girl from Sunday night, I set up a day2 for Friday. I have had positive feedback in the past on my dominace in getting the girl to come. Saying things like “I’m doing X, you’re coming”, “oh you’re doing Y? Cancel, X is better”, “oh it’s worth it, you’re coming” seems to work well. Basically, the only answer is them coming out with you. I draw a line though, and will reschedule or cancel if there’s a good reason. I’ll only be this adamant if I’m pretty sure it’s token resistance.

Time to head out with my wing, K.

On a Tuesday night, they are adamant that we have to dress up like girls, from the large pile of discarded clothing near the door, to get in. Whatevs. For a ladies night, there’s a suprisingly low number of ladies here.

First (and what ends up being the only) set is 2 girls who look decent from where I’m standing, and a guy. I claim to have missed my true calling in life as a fashion designer due to the awesome skirt I have created from a torn dress, or whatever the fuck I was wearing. I tell them you can’t normally pay for shit like this is it so rare.

Random bullshit, vibe, K comes in and teaches them a cup game, everybody’s happy and loving it, even the guy who is now 5th wheeling. Very chilled out vibe, I don’t care to keep the conversation going, and when they are boring me I’m looking around doing my own thing. When I come back they light up. Then they turn around and walk away from the table to get a drink, allowing me to get a good look.

HOLY FUCKING CRAP, that’s a large ass. This really shits me to tears. Ok, some girls are fat, but it really annoys me when you can tell that both of these girls would be solid 9/9.5 given some kilos off. Bleh.

There’s not much else going on so we go get some food. On reentry, there’s still nothing going on so we catch up with guy we know then reopen the same set. K confesses he is considering banging his girl. After a long set, and a fuck load of laughs, a distraction from the male stripper which occurs on Tuesdays (a sure way to lose ANY girl you are talking to) it’s time to go. I go for the hug and kiss on the cheek. She goes for the lips.

Awkward.

“Awwww I can’t believe you guys are leaving so early, Do you have facebook…here put it in my phone” Hmmm, down to bang. Our fatty game is off the charts.

Nearly back to the car and K bomb brings up the idea of banging the aforementioned fatties. I crack the fuck up, then I realise he is serious. Then for a while I seriously consider it. It doesn’t help when K is giving a description of the best bj ever, describing how much of a minx this girl would be. The man really should write porn novels or something.

Oh god, am I actually considering this? They live upstairs from the bar, easy as hell extraction. They were into us like crazy. Hmmmmm. Yeah it would be a good bj, very fucking good. Tounge ring and everything. She would be the type to look up at you while shes got those seductive lips are around your cock. They would be fucking demons in the sack.

Fuck. K. SHUT UP! you’re actually convincing me. Lets ask some random dudes walking past if we should bang large girls. K goes back to describing how much of an insane bang they would be. I’m thinking I’m going to have trouble keeping it up. Oh, but what if I can just get a bj out of her and thats it? Hmm. Hell, Jeffy banged fatties, it can’t be that bad. This goes on for about a quarter of an hour.

Then K gives a description of her belly flailing around while fucking. Ima the fuck out of there. That’s me done, back to the car, screaming. Home time. I almost threw up a little in my mouth.

Girls, why you gotta eat so much?

My gut hurts from how much I laughed after this shit. Damn fun night.

Wednesday…

… night was interesting, to say the least.

A missed opportunity, battling the battlechode*, fleeing blackwater mercenaries and having to indirectly LJBF (Let’s just be friends) a girl for the first time.

* Battlechode is a guy we see out regularly, a Mystery follower, who tries to blow us out of set regularly. We don’t really like him much.

There was a huge footy game on this night, meaning the bogans are out in force. Some girls look damn hot in jerseys though. Mmmmmm.

I see a bombshell set on the dance floor, and almost walk away. Forcing myself to get back in there, I ask if she’s ever been able to make enemies with someone without saying a single word (the bartender here hates us, I think he sees us making girls laugh). She says “you”. I stared at her blankly for about 5 seconds (unreactive to her test) before she goes “I’m just kidding”. I do my best sad face and she laughs, I hug and chat quickly with some high fiving etc etc. She tells me I smell nice. I tell her she smelled like smoke (haha, she did!). I somehow drift off.

This really annoys me. I know this girl was down, and I know that I am capable of grabbing her and making out, dancing, vibing, escalating and getting her out of the place for some glory times. But instead I fade off and tell her she smells like smoke. Her friend had even moved away after 10 seconds, giving me a window of escalation (Girls do this when they want their friends to get laid!). What the fuck.

Admitedly, it was my first set and my brain was barely ticking over. I didn’t see ANY of this shit until like 5 minutes after.

While talking to a couple of girls we see out all the time and are now friends with, some idiot tries to manhandle her over to a couch. We try to blow this guy off, as she is asking us to get her away. Turns out he is here with the blackwater mercenaries (who kill people for a living) we met earlier, who are slowly forming a triangle around us (Me, K and the two girls). This guy is tugging the girl by the arm. She is resisting. We are clawing (my arm around her shoulders so he can’t pull her away). The mercenaries are death staring. People are bumping into us all around. The sound of people talking seems overwhelmingly loud. My brain goes into over-stimulus mode and FREAKS THE FUCK OUT. I turn to K and say “dude…. we need to get the fuck out of here…. now”.

I yell “DANCE FLOOORRR YEAH!” and drag the girls away. Seemed to work flawlessly. It’s been a long time since I was that scared.

I did a few direct approaches that night which I was damn proud of. I’m getting really sick of this indirect bullshit.

Part two coming soon…..

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Meeting Women Frustrations

Meeting women can be one giant pain in the ass. At times, it may feel like it is completely draining you. There’s the roller coasters of emotion and minimal sleep. There’s rejection and success which can come at any time, completely fucking with your understanding of what works and what doesn’t. Sometimes your really have to work for results, and sometimes they fall into your lap.

As a man, a lot of things are expected from you. Being born a male means you have to do most things to push the interaction forward.

You will summon the courage to start the conversation. You might have to plow through an initial crappy reaction. You have to direct the conversation where you want it to go, you have to get physical with her, you have to work out the logistics and you have to get her naked. There’s always some counter examples, but this is how it is for the most part. There might that fear of rejection holding you back from doing all of this. Maybe you think you’re doing everything right, but the girl just won’t bite.

There’s some serious work involved when you first get into this. Taking the hits, gradually desensitising yourself to rejection, building the confidence to escalate, asking for the number, arranging meet ups etc etc. Some of the time your results will definitely not reflect the amount of effort you put in to bettering yourself, and it might get you really pissed off.

You’re ganna get tired and worn out. You’re ganna get angry. You’re ganna get sad. You’re ganna be ecstatic. You might even want to go postal. Perservering despite all these setbacks will slowly mould your identity into that of a sexworthy guy. Keep at it, mo fo’s. Like Dory from Finding Nemo said, just keep swimming.

Now a couple of random stories:

Rude Blow Outs

I was recently out with a friend, who knows about the community but isn’t an avid follower. He still has the courage to approach when he’s got some beers under his belt. After spending an hour with a couple of girls, he found out they were married. He probably had a good time with them but suddenly it didn’t matter. He got pissed off, swore and left them without saying goodbye. Then he started approaching on the street. The last set he approached, he hadn’t even opened his mouth before the girl told him to “keep fucking walking”. Completely blown away by their rudeness, he lost it. Intense frustration.

I told him that it happens. you gotta take rejection sometimes, and it’s big deal. Yeah, it was still damn rude of them though. His approach probably wreaked of desperation after the rest of the events that night. It probably came off as some drunk guy looking to get laid. In that case they have every right to be rude, since they are only reciprocating.

It’s easy to get frustrated. I realised that I get damn frustrated with women A LOT. Like, when you are getting on really well with a girl over phone and text and then suddenly she stops replying altogether. Completely out of the blue when seemingly nothing has changed. Once again, it happens. Girls do this shit, and can get away with it because they have so many options, because they are pretty. There’s no point getting angry, cause it’s just the way it is. Eventually though, if you tough this shit out for long enough, they’ll be the ones begging to be with you.

Funny Message

My housemate got this message last night. You should know that my housemate is male, and his name is definitely not Jenny. (Names have been changed)

“hey Jenny its john (tall guy with brown hair that u saw in the *deleted*) here is my number just in case you change your mind. Xoxo john”

my friend replied
“wrong number buddy, better luck next time”

I thought it was funny. Poor guy.

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Club Numbers and Phone Game

Big night out, loud music, light shows, cool people. You’re getting on really well with a girl you met over by the bar. You have so many commonalities it isn’t funny. She can’t get enough of you, she is pawing at you and introducing you to all her friends. You have shared so many stories you lost track, and she is in uncontrollable laughter. As you part ways, you take her number, and watch her save yours in her phone, before seeing her off into the night. Lets call her girl1.

Later that night you bump into a girl and give her a bit of shit for it. You talk a nonsense for a couple of minutes then quickly take her number, saving it as “Crazy bitch I met at club X”, before getting back to your friends. Lets call her, you guessed it, girl2.

Maybe you call them the next day, maybe two days after or maybe you follow the oh-so-lame rule of 3 days. You might start with a silly little text with something funny that happened to you at work or during the weekend (At least you didn’t say “Hey what’s up, it’s Bob. We met on Saturday at club X”, basically ensuring that she flakes on you).

After a text to girl1 goes unanswered, you call her the next day. There’s no answer. You might try one more time the day after, leaving a short, non-chodelike voicemail message. No dice. Absolutely zero contact back from girl1.

You text girl2 and she is all over you. After a couple of messages you call her up that afternoon and organise a date (or day2, whatever you wanna call it). She sounds all excited, and still is when she shows up at your place. You never make it on the date, cause you can’t keep each others hands off each other and end up rhythmically banging the bed head against the wall, to the dismay of your poor housemate. You might even end up repeating this little cycle for a few months.

What the fuck happened here? Maybe girl1 gave you a fake number. Perhaps she doesn’t remember you because she was a bit drunk. Maybe she doesn’t remember you just because they just do that sometimes. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk to you. Girl2 could have been completely mesmorised by your two minute interaction, or maybe she was just down to fuck. Either way, this is the club numbers game. Club numbers can be pretty unreliable. Personally I am getting a little sick of it.

It’s all part of the process, so you may as well just keep on chugging. Some guys I know have given up on club numbers. Both for this reason, and because sometimes once they have the number, they eject from the set instead of pushing on to the close. I think that even though I’m getting the shits with flakes, it still gives me the opportunity to practice phone game, which is something you will need in the long run. Unless of course all you ever want is same night lays. Restricting yourself from taking numbers will most likely encourage you to push each set further, as you don’t have your little trophy to take away. You are going to want something more – the make out or lay.

On bootcamp I was told that you should get numbers early, so that way the girl is talking to you as a ‘guy who has her number’, not some random. I might still do this, but I’m probably only going to bother calling the girls I at least make out with, for the time being. For some reason lately, I have not taken numbers from any of the girls I made out with, yet have taken numbers of lots of girls I haven’t made out with. Cue self-kick to the head.

Play phone game whichever way you want. Just don’t go getting all sad when some girl, however amazing, doesn’t call you back, cause it’s bound to happen. On the other end of the scale, some meangingless number you took could go all the way. Some recommend taking out a cap plan and at least trying to follow up on all numbers. You have nothing to lose, so you may as well. See what works for you.

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