The Game of a Pick-Up Artist Chapter 7-10
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NikEEZy
A Response
"Is It Okay to Seduce Somebody?
81 AdsenseStrategies posted 3 months ago"
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83 bg jojo posted 2 seconds ago
Is it not okay to flirt? Do we not act on instinct? Isn't doing what is true in our nature being truthful whether it be through seduction or flirtation in order to get the ones we fall for?
Chapter VII: The Brith of a Pseudonym
"She said don't, don't let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen. Boys like you are a dime a dozen." --Taking Back Sunday
I started wanting to know more about women the more I found out. I
wanted an explanation for my failed attempts at women in high school.
As I learned more behind the psychology of women I thirsted more for as
much information there was given. I studied as I talked to women asking
them what they find attractive and at the same time using the
information from them to them. But in order to achieve my goal I had to
shed every thought and every idea I had on what women wanted. I had to
change my ideology as much as I could. So I let go of my former self
and adopted what my friends called me the first time I went to Vegas.
The identity they gave me was known as Jo Black.
With my new identity I could successfully separate my dark side
from my light. Mixing them together could drive me mad. So I went on
knowing that I wasn't Jojo anymore. I showed a different side of myself
when I went out.
The night Jo Black was conceived I spent an entire night with a
Haitian woman. My friends thought they saw me making out with her the
whole night but when I went to kiss her I only made sure to go 90% of
the way. I eventually found out that she didn't kiss me because she had
a boyfriend waiting for her outside. I thought I could go for the kiss
because she stated, "this is how you make love to a 'black girl.'" What
a night. I still believe I could have kissed her but I was way too
inexperienced to know what I was doing. I would eventually save my
first kiss as a PUA for a beautiful woman named May the next time I
went clubbing.
With the birth of this new persona, I would be able to reach new
heights that my former self only hoped for but could never even imagine.
Judy
Chapter VII (Part ii): Meat Jo Black
Meet Jo Black: The Rules of Attraction ii
Current mood: recumbentWhy did they call me Jo Black? To make a long story short it's what happened in Vegas.
Now to make a short story long:
It started about a week and a half ago when I told Mark I'd go with him to Vegas. On Friday we scouted the clubs. That night Marvin and Mark had no trouble meeting girls and I couldn't take my mind off of it the night afterwards. Mark and Marvin said I needed to "step it up tomorrow." They also told me that before our Vegas trip all "the guys" (our friends in San Diego) thought that out of the three of us, I would need to be winged the most during the trip. I thought to myself, "wow, these guys think I'm horrible at meeting women."
Then I said "Fuck it it's Vegas" nobody knows me here. I'm someone different. So I became who I wanted to be that night on Saturday.
I started off by making friends with everyone around us in the line. Partly cause I wanted to know which one of them was single
I used a simple and generic opener that consisted of asking where the nearest bar was.
As soon as we got into club Tryst (a 4 hour wait in line) I immediately had friends who urged me to dance with their new found Caucasian friend! (haha) and that's only how it began! I was asking one girl after the other. In the end I met a girl from Haiti (I'm still not completely sure where it is) she said something about it being in or around Jamaica... I dunno.
We danced the rest of the night away to songs that contained the lyrics shawtay, let me buy u a drank, and bartender. She showed me some moves and even taught me a couple about slowing the grinding down
OoOoh my...
Never danced with any one that could keep up with me and non the less better then me! She told me I danced very good and repeatedly told me that how I dance is "how I should have sex with a black girl." She repeated saying that about every other song (about 6 times)
Come to think of it I think she was trying to say something lol... but I told the guys I wouldn't do the deed unless there was at least two out of the three of us that was going to. (Never leave a man down)
oh well there's always next time... (August 9, 10, and 11)
[Blogged July 23, 2007]
RED RuFiO
Couldn't Been written any Better!!! When can I chill wit 'JO BLACK'... It is WHAT it is...Ready?? 8/9-11
Posted by RED RuFiO on Jul 23, 2007 9:01 PM
Posted by bg JOJO at 3:54 AM
Obsticle
Chapter VIII: Watch Your Body Language
I always stress the importance of Body Language (or BL now for short). Take this guy for example:
"he looks like a douchefag" -Travis Allen
Check out what he convey:
Closed Lips = Secrets
A Slight Grin = Creep
A Squinting Glare = An unwelcoming stare.
An Unnecessary Suit = He wants you to think he conveys money (or the desire of an easier survival).
Leaning Forward = He's so way too interested in you.
Personal Space = Well... he's obviously in yours. Hopefully you invited him there otherwise he's going to rape you.
We call guys like him Average Frustrated Chumps (or AFCs). Don'e ever
do anything he's doing, because obviously you don't want to about
looking like a rapist or a wife beater. The way you walk, the way you
do things, and the way you non-verbally communicate shows the story of
your life.
AMoG
Chapter IX: You and I in Another Universe
"She says, 'Go live up to your first impression. My best side is your worst dimension.'" --Taking Back Sunday
She looked at me and said, "I want to see your room" -"Danica"
Okay. I replied. She was sitting too close to me. Touching her hair and showing her neck to me. She smelt so good, it was like a sweet candy flower. I wanted her so bad. And I knew from all the little hints she was giving that she was thinking the same thing.
So we went upstairs to my room. There were no chairs in my room for the obvious reason that she would have to sit on my bed. She immediately sensed the sexual tension and knew instantaneously that I was nervous and that I was thinking of sex as much as she would or anyone would.
"We don't have to stay here," she said to break the silence. so I immediately took her offer of escape and got up first and left. I was safe from being "just that guy" that she could just hook up with whenever she was horny. The one she could call for when she felt the urge.
After that day I constantly wonder about that moment. If I just acted on instinct and kissed her. If I just grabbed her by the waist and showed her what it could be like to be with me. Then threw her on my bed and shown her what she's been wondering. Shown her what she's been dreaming about. "I dream about you. I dream about giving you the best sex you've ever had."
I don't regret telling my decision. I told myself the whole time it was happening that if I didn't fuck her she'd respect me. She'd want more then just sex. She'd want the relationship I always dreamt of. In some other universe we did have sex.
We'd be together right now.
Just you and me. If Parallel Universes do exist, maybe we are.
