Rekindling the Love

These last couple of weeks have been a fucking shit storm of negative thoughts flying around my head. Shit as extreme as thinking of dropping out of the scene and totally hating women. For a while there, I lost all regard and sympathy for all other human beings. It’s not a good place to be. Anyways, I finally managed to flick the cold I’ve had for a few weeks and picked myself up and went out.

The last two nights have been fun as hell.

I started watching Tim’s Flawless Natural last week and he talks about opening the first girl you see in the place when you walk in and staying in set for the first 20 minutes to pump yourself up for the rest of the night. I gotta say that this is money. It gets you out of your head so quickly, easily the biggest lesson from the night. Suddenly creativity has sparked up and we are doing ridiculous things generating a crapload of attention from nearby onlookers.

The second night was the almost the same but on steroids. A three story club with multiple dance floors and heaps of bars with a Red Bull promo event, packed to the brim with eager college kids. Play time. Full enjoyment deluxe. Doing the first thing that comes into my head at all times. Somehow we end up with a half mannequin, which is introduced to girls who are then encouraged to makeout with it. ‘Bob’ ends up in a few photo shoots’, chairs are worn as hats, other broken chairs are used as bucking bulls and friends are encouraged to hook up with mingers.

You see, when you are having ridiculous amounts of fun, emotions are pumped which completely disengages the logical mind – something I’ve found incredibly hard to achieve with my lovely logical engineering background. Suddenly, there are no interrupting thoughts as you go to open, there is no worrying about responsibility for your actions and no stress. Just pure, raw, childlike fun. Awesome.

I did however notice some side effects of this state. When talking to a girl, the ADD style mode I had generated had me always looking to somewhere else to have more fun. Girls were suddenly boring as fuck. Once I was done with my fun opener, they were boring me shitless. Maybe I was just talking to the wrong girls, but I just could not lock in the bubble of love. My attention was always in the wrong place looking for the next hit of something fun. I think it may just require a bit of calibration to lock down some intent when it is required.

Either way, I have rekindled the love for going out and will hopefully be able to write up some decent reports in the coming weeks.

Peace.

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