<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619</id><updated>2012-01-12T02:33:06.749-05:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Seminars'/><category term='Sites'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Craigslist'/><category term='Sticking Point'/><category term='Field Reports'/><category term='Podcasts'/><category term='News Article'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Approach Anxiety'/><category term='Sexy Eye Chart'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Tests'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Style Life'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Mystery'/><category term='Update'/><category term='AMOG'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Disasters'/><category term='Openers'/><category term='Neil Strauss'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Carlos Xuma'/><category term='Sinn'/><title type='text'>Killing the AFC in Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes you may not know where you gonna end up, but you do know where you don't want to be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1365794184710157045</id><published>2011-04-07T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:11:19.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Strauss'/><title type='text'>Sinn's War on Neil &amp; Game</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what this about. I was going thru my news feed and this caught my eye. I don't know if this for real or a joke. &lt;a href="http://sinnsofattraction.blogspot.com/2011/04/war-on-game.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to posting after traveling and working all over the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1365794184710157045?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1365794184710157045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1365794184710157045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1365794184710157045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1365794184710157045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/sinns-war-on-neil-game.html' title='Sinn&apos;s War on Neil &amp; Game'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6663749673943154246</id><published>2010-08-19T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:30:45.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Openers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Approach Anxiety'/><title type='text'>My Relationship with Opinion Openers</title><content type='html'>Over the past two years, I have notice a trend in the community at with least gurus or people trying to sell products, that has been to push the term "natural" or promotion lines such as "You Don't Need Lines" or even to outright bash other companies and gurus that teach opinion openers or canned openers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems that I have with folks doing that is that at the same time in promotion or advertisement, they are saying "I'm ... from the &lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Game-Penetrating-Secret-Society-Artists/dp/0060554738?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thedailyant-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thedailyant-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=0060554738" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt;". It's kind of ironic that someone who has participated in the community and use structured game, opinion openers, and canned materials to be trying to sell you on not doing the things they did to become the "naturals" that they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I absolutely hate opinion openers, if fact I hate opening, but I open sets and I use opinion openers. Why? Because you can't get the girl, if you don't open. A genuine opinion opener engages you into a real conversation with an attractive woman or a group of attractive women, even a canned opinion opener that has been on the internet for ten years does the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the &lt;a href="http://www.seductionbase.com/seduction/cat/In_the_Middle/storytell/332.html"&gt;Gay Cats Opener&lt;/a&gt; for a month before I started getting any type of positive response, but each time I did it learned something new about how I was approaching such as those annoying little nuances that you should be paying attention such as vocal projection and body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for me, without that experience I would learn many subtle little things that actually opens a set versus the words that are being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have five open opinion openers that I came up with that are really genuine and unique to me that help me gain some insight to the people opening or talking to and I also have five canned opinion openers memorized that I use when my mind goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I hate still hate opinion openers and opening. But you gotta do what you gotta do if you wanna get whatcha want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6663749673943154246?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6663749673943154246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6663749673943154246' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6663749673943154246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6663749673943154246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-relationship-with-opinion-openers.html' title='My Relationship with Opinion Openers'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6512594242626935568</id><published>2010-02-05T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:47:27.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>This is a "No Booty Dancing Zone"</title><content type='html'>No matter what day of the week it is, no matter what type of location you are at, there is booty dancing. Sunday thru Sunday in bars, lounges, pubs, clubs, weddings, house parties, concerts, schools, and even outdoors, there is booty dancing. It has come so commonplace that schools are even trying to prevent it at their dances. It's so prevalent that men just go to bars (not strip clubs) to see girls booty or even try to booty dance with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how many times have you gone out and seen guys just lined up at the bar or against the wall trying to grind with girls? Every single night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have those ever gone home with any of those girls? Never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even better, how times have you seen a guy actually approach a girl, dance with, grind with her, and leave with her? Never (There are exceptions to this, but for the most part probably never.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How times has it happen to you before discovering Social Arts? Probably a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How times has it happen to you after discovering Social Arts? Probably a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for a limited time only, if want to take a girl from booty dancing to the bedroom. You can learn all the secrets of the masters, just for $1,348.99 in easy payment or 10 payments of $134.99. &lt;a href="http://afcdies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUST KIDDING !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on serious note, I really don't care about this phenomenon, because it will always exist, all I care about is how to get around this stick point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, as most you all know, women go out to have fun. It's that simple. And we all know that we are going to be tested from simple to complex. And booty dancing is a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because what guy doesn't like a girl grinding her butt in his crotch. You have to remember women are out having fun so probably grind with a couple guys before you and will grind with others after you. For some guys this makes their night and probably get a number (a fake). It is a test because booty grinding throws you (males) into a sexual state and everything that know starts to go out the window because your basic primal instincts are starting to take over. To you, it's on; to her, she only dancing even though it's sexual. Essentially, booty grinding with a girl is the equivalent to making out with a girl in a club. Plus, if you booty grind with a girl, you doing exactly what every guy has done and will do in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do? If a girl ask you to dance or girl grabs you pulls you onto the dance floor, what do? This simplest thing to do is dance with her and if you can dance or if you can only dance a little you can work this to you favor by not letting her grind you or simply just lead her or can even punish her for trying to grind you by pushing her away. The object here is to keep her chasing you or taking control of the situation and the lead the interaction to where you want it to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I subscribe to Mystery's and Style's viewpoint of staying away from the dance except for when I just really want to dance, I have been experimenting with a couple of quick banter lines that have been working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is a no booty dancing zone, break the rules and you will be punished. (Make the punish whatever you want. My favorite is a playful slap on her bottom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes, I would love to dance. (Hold one finger up in front of her and say:) But I not some piece of meat that you can get your jollies off by grinding up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you fuc*ing nuts?! You're a little perv. (Said playfully)&lt;br /&gt;(This actually came out of my mouth at &lt;a href="http://www.limarestaurant.com/"&gt;Lima&lt;/a&gt; to this extremely cute Asian HB I was in set with, she ate it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my two cents on booty dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6512594242626935568?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6512594242626935568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6512594242626935568' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6512594242626935568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6512594242626935568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-no-booty-dancing-zone.html' title='This is a &quot;No Booty Dancing Zone&quot;'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1771563027618711306</id><published>2010-01-23T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:18:12.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>There is no charge for awesomeness... or attractiveness. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Po from Kung Fu Panda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1771563027618711306?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1771563027618711306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1771563027618711306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1771563027618711306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1771563027618711306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day_23.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8607280464716310101</id><published>2010-01-15T12:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:39:17.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When a girl says she just want to be friends...she's means she wants you to do stuff for her and not put out".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Hyde - That's 70 Show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8607280464716310101?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8607280464716310101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8607280464716310101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8607280464716310101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8607280464716310101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5068500816740335870</id><published>2010-01-13T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:03:44.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disasters'/><title type='text'>Please Donate to Red Cross for the Haitian Earthquake</title><content type='html'>A 7.0 &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/13/world/americas/13haiti.html"&gt;earthquake&lt;/a&gt; hit Port-au-Prince yesterday, please donate for relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations can be sent to the American Red Cross, P.O. Box 37243, Washington, D.C. 20013, or made by phone at 1-800-REDCROSS or 1-800-257-7575 (Spanish) or online at www.redcross.org. The Red Cross is also taking donations via text messages. Text the word HAITI to the number 90999 to donate $10 to Red Cross relief efforts. It'll show up on your phone bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5068500816740335870?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5068500816740335870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5068500816740335870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5068500816740335870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5068500816740335870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2010/01/please-donate-to-red-cross-for-haitian.html' title='Please Donate to Red Cross for the Haitian Earthquake'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6129242448058303396</id><published>2010-01-12T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:21:31.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Just Unsubscribe</title><content type='html'>So I was going to thru my email this afternoon trying to catch up on the reading i had not done over the pass month because I was out of the country. Most of the time, I just delete them if the headline or subject does not appeal to me. This time I grouped them by guru, pua, school, or blog. What I realized is that 90% of them were just marketing with no substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shame. Two years ago, the emails were filled with useful information, but now nothing. So I just unsubscribe. There no use of signing up for anyone email lists. What pissed me off the most were the marketing emails that I was getting from guys that I have already bought products from and guys who's private forums I'm on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my one piece of advice: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Unsubscribe&lt;/span&gt; from any community email lists that you are on, they marketing materials only geared to make you feel that you have not accomplished anything and to promote the next best thing. There is no silver bullet. It's all on you, you are the silver bullet so stop reading this and Sarge On.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6129242448058303396?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6129242448058303396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6129242448058303396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6129242448058303396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6129242448058303396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-unsubscribe.html' title='Just Unsubscribe'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6010717475218804198</id><published>2010-01-11T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:11:04.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Dusting off the Cobwebs</title><content type='html'>Wow !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a longtime since I've written. I admit, that I have gotten lazy. Well, lazy about writing. In fact, I spent the last six months working in 5 states and last month on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I did have my share of adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of today, I back to blogging. I PROMISE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's fun and also so darn funny with the random things that happen when you out being social.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6010717475218804198?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6010717475218804198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6010717475218804198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6010717475218804198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6010717475218804198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2010/01/dusting-off-cobwebs.html' title='Dusting off the Cobwebs'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-157156988041851718</id><published>2009-08-20T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:56:51.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbled Upon This: How to Get a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/So2ORlWFmTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pFHb1SUNuaA/s1600-h/girlchart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/So2ORlWFmTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pFHb1SUNuaA/s320/girlchart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106363256543538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-157156988041851718?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/157156988041851718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=157156988041851718' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/157156988041851718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/157156988041851718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/08/stumbled-upon-this-how-to-get-girl.html' title='Stumbled Upon This: How to Get a Girl'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/So2ORlWFmTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pFHb1SUNuaA/s72-c/girlchart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1263450710416115370</id><published>2009-08-08T13:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:10:37.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Flow Chart of a One Night Stand (Maxim)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/Sn2xR780KnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hL_dSWIzggs/s1600-h/Flow+Chart"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/Sn2xR780KnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hL_dSWIzggs/s320/Flow+Chart" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367641252604160626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the chart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1263450710416115370?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1263450710416115370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1263450710416115370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1263450710416115370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1263450710416115370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/08/flow-chart-of-one-night-stand-maxim.html' title='Flow Chart of a One Night Stand (Maxim)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/Sn2xR780KnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hL_dSWIzggs/s72-c/Flow+Chart' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3897556288642499894</id><published>2009-08-06T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:06:24.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News Article'/><title type='text'>Why Seduction, Social Arts, or PUA?</title><content type='html'>I have be asked a couple of times why I got involved in this community. My basic answer is that I did not ever want to be in these situations again where I was too afraid to speak to a woman and go on countless dates that ended no where (meaning not in a relationship). The growth of this community into the mainstream, I think for the most part have helped many people despite the ridiculous exploitation by television shows (except for &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/the_pickup_artist/season_1/series.jhtml"&gt;The Pick-Up Artist&lt;/a&gt;). It's saddens me to read articles like &lt;a href="http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2009/aug/05/gunman-shoots-women-pa-health-club/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; where someone takes the lives of others and as well as their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3897556288642499894?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3897556288642499894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3897556288642499894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3897556288642499894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3897556288642499894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-seduction-social-arts-or-pua.html' title='Why Seduction, Social Arts, or PUA?'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-64379441222542953</id><published>2009-07-28T17:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:33:53.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Eye Chart'/><title type='text'>Maybe This Will Help Me at My Next Eye Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/Sm9uNCm3mKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LixNqA7tPLM/s1600-h/5f763fd3-2b72-44a5-818a-6921e83894cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/Sm9uNCm3mKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LixNqA7tPLM/s320/5f763fd3-2b72-44a5-818a-6921e83894cc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363626851538802850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.inquisitr.com/28537/sexy-eye-chart/"&gt;Inquisitr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-64379441222542953?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/64379441222542953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=64379441222542953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/64379441222542953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/64379441222542953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-this-will-help-me-at-my-next-eye.html' title='Maybe This Will Help Me at My Next Eye Exam'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/Sm9uNCm3mKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LixNqA7tPLM/s72-c/5f763fd3-2b72-44a5-818a-6921e83894cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7011959948496296418</id><published>2009-07-03T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:50:35.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>30 Days is Way Too Long</title><content type='html'>I have been kicking myself for the past two weeks because I have not posted anything. Mostly because I have not really been out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, this week I forced myself to open two sets everyday. The only criteria were it had to be no one I had never seen before, at bare minimum I had to learn their name, and I could not open a set in the same venue/location that I had already open someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting little test, because the unintended consequences where that &lt;br /&gt;1) I was forced to actually go out to new places this week;&lt;br /&gt;2) I realized that in most of my sarges I don't even know the girl's name until number close;&lt;br /&gt;3) I get stuck in my head at the very beginning of the day and that outwardly focusing on these task actually were kind of a play period for me during the day;&lt;br /&gt;4) My weekday daygame SUCKS (well more amusing that sucking);&lt;br /&gt;5) There are a lot more HBs and SHBs out by themselves during the day;&lt;br /&gt;6) and for some strange reason I found it easier to approach than normal (I think that this has more to with actually having a realistic goal instead of just going out to sarge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got basics back down. And I'm feeling good for this holiday weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7011959948496296418?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7011959948496296418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7011959948496296418' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7011959948496296418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7011959948496296418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/07/30-days-is-way-too-long.html' title='30 Days is Way Too Long'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8924477568863411407</id><published>2009-06-01T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:58:11.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craigslist'/><title type='text'>PUA Blogger (Craigslist)</title><content type='html'>First of all this did not come from me, it was tweeted (is that a word) to me. Anyway, I do not know if it's real or fake. So I suggest if you respond, use an email address that you don't mind getting spammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FROM CRAIGLISTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to:gigs-gtxg9-1200494610@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2009-06-01, 4:19PM PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a pickup artist, familiar with seduction terminology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you enjoy sharing your stories with the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you write well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come blog with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are seeking PUAs (or those in training) to blog about their seduction adventures in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers are expected to post about once per week (300-800 words) and will be paid $3-$5 per post (depending on experience level).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to CL guidelines, we cannot post the URL of the site here. Send an email and we will supply detailed info on what we are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are NOT looking for "guys who are good at picking up girls" or "writers who can write about any topic". You must be a member of the seduction community familiar with the jargon. Don't try to fake it, as you will only waste your time and ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests&lt;br /&gt;    * Compensation: $3 - $5 per post &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PostingID: 1200494610&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8924477568863411407?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8924477568863411407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8924477568863411407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8924477568863411407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8924477568863411407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/06/pua-blogger-craigslist.html' title='PUA Blogger (Craigslist)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3826585280592369930</id><published>2009-06-01T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:42:54.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Finishing my ToDo List</title><content type='html'>Posting is the last thing, I have to do today. I can't believe I even got to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over 60 days since I last post and apologize sometimes you have to get things done. Like most people, the economy is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luckier than most and nothing devastating has happen to me. I still have work, a place to stay, a car, friends, food, and health; just barely, but I'm doing better than most (knock on wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank goodness, I had enough sense to at least make some time and go out with boys, not as often, but you gotta stay social even it's for a couple of hours every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also want to apologize for not getting back to ya'll comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go out and meet some people and have some fun. I will be updating regularly now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3826585280592369930?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3826585280592369930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3826585280592369930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3826585280592369930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3826585280592369930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/06/finishing-my-todo-list.html' title='Finishing my ToDo List'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1098027182645118978</id><published>2009-03-04T22:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:39:11.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seminars'/><title type='text'>Fate Fortune Seminar (Shameless Plug)</title><content type='html'>My friend, wing, and Stylelife Student of the Year is giving is his last seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the details, I have so far:&lt;br /&gt;Date: March 27 - 29&lt;br /&gt;Price: $300&lt;br /&gt;Timeline: Fri. 7PM - 9PM, Sat. 10AM - 9PM (2 one-hour breaks for meals), Sun. Noon - 3PM&lt;br /&gt;Location: Washington, DC (Logan Circle Area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For details: Send an email to Digthecro@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, why should you attend?&lt;br /&gt;1. Fate knows his stuff.  He's supplied a bunch of stuff for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060554738?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thedailyant-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0060554738"&gt;Style&lt;/a&gt;'s company and even taught at Style's last workshop.&lt;br /&gt;2. At the end of the day, Fate is just a great guy to just to talk and hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;3. His seminar covers a mixture of techniques: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060554738?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thedailyant-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0060554738"&gt;Style&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://affiliates.mysterymethod.com/z/28/CD361/"&gt;Mystery&lt;/a&gt;, Mehow,&lt;a href="http://realsocialdynamics.directtrack.com/ad/1/CD72"&gt;RSD&lt;/a&gt;, and many more...&lt;br /&gt;4. He starts with the basics hitting every step.&lt;br /&gt;5. The stuff he teaches comes from experience, including teaching you how to get better, not just what to say.&lt;br /&gt;6. At $300, it's a bargain especially in this economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I had an opportunity to attend his seminar last year and it was incredible. While it is structured, it is open enough for you to ask questions and get great feedback. There is no hurried push to get through the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of the people that needs to see something practice up close and in person without a lot pressure, you will probably not get a better opportunity than with Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you guys get a chance drop him a line and he will be able to give more information about his seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been with his girlfriend for almost six months, which is why he says he's not doing any more workshops after this.  So if you can make it, don't miss this great opportunity, because you won't get another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1098027182645118978?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1098027182645118978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1098027182645118978' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1098027182645118978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1098027182645118978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/03/fate-fortune-seminar-shameless-plug.html' title='Fate Fortune Seminar (Shameless Plug)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7393558638892046458</id><published>2009-03-04T22:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:12:23.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Sorry, I Disappeared</title><content type='html'>So I disappeared for awhile that is because sometimes life gets in the way. There's nothing wrong with that. I have to thank God and knock on wood that it's only financial and not health. It's been unreal. A $100 hit, a $459 hit, a $783 hit, and a $1124 hit... Ouch !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say the least I have been busy putting out fires and trying not to spend all my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all bad news, I have ben to New Orleans, Atlanta, Boston, and have had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7393558638892046458?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7393558638892046458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7393558638892046458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7393558638892046458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7393558638892046458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-i-disappeared.html' title='Sorry, I Disappeared'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6112055762847812245</id><published>2009-02-12T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:54:22.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>The Video Guide to Successful Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1kRlLVc77Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1kRlLVc77Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6112055762847812245?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6112055762847812245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6112055762847812245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6112055762847812245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6112055762847812245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/02/video-guide-to-successful-seduction.html' title='The Video Guide to Successful Seduction'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2575713937108937311</id><published>2009-02-03T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:36:41.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Women versus Men (Alpha Female)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hotalphafemale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hot Alpha Female&lt;/a&gt; has a great post on dating and approaching. It's done in the minds of a man and a woman. It's worth a read. &lt;a href="http://hotalphafemale.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-vs-men-who-is-really-behaving.html"&gt;Women vs Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2575713937108937311?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2575713937108937311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2575713937108937311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2575713937108937311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2575713937108937311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/02/women-versus-men-alpha-female.html' title='Women versus Men (Alpha Female)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8475124738492916554</id><published>2009-02-03T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:30:46.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>50 Scientifically Proven Tips to Attract Female Interest</title><content type='html'>This comes from &lt;a href="http://50bestdatingwebsites.com/blog/"&gt;50 Best Dating Websites&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Underarm attraction&lt;br /&gt;2. Chemical communicate&lt;br /&gt;3. Humans are difficult&lt;br /&gt;4. Male pheromones help women&lt;br /&gt;5. Try not to smell like a brother or father&lt;br /&gt;6. First impressions are important&lt;br /&gt;7. Great teeth&lt;br /&gt;8. Attractiveness counts&lt;br /&gt;9. Sport your colors&lt;br /&gt;10. Red is good, too&lt;br /&gt;11. Cleanliness is a universal attribute&lt;br /&gt;12. Consider plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;13. No scars&lt;br /&gt;14. Be fit&lt;br /&gt;15. Be genetically different&lt;br /&gt;16. Build a symmetrical face &lt;br /&gt;17. Deepen that voice&lt;br /&gt;18. Trust body language&lt;br /&gt;19. Add a swagger&lt;br /&gt;20. Learn how to dance&lt;br /&gt;21. Symmetry counts&lt;br /&gt;22. The woman signals…&lt;br /&gt;23. Don’t mimic women&lt;br /&gt;24. More signals to watch for&lt;br /&gt;25. Take a tip from bowerbirds&lt;br /&gt;26. Learn what women look for&lt;br /&gt;27. Learn the twelve steps to seduction&lt;br /&gt;28. Be creative&lt;br /&gt;29. Develop an opening line&lt;br /&gt;30. Take your time - or not&lt;br /&gt;31. Watch the female&lt;br /&gt;32. You don’t need to bungee-jump&lt;br /&gt;33. Some risk-taking can’t be avoided &lt;br /&gt;34. Make plenty of money&lt;br /&gt;35. Hang around with ordinary guys&lt;br /&gt;36. Buy a Maserati&lt;br /&gt;37. Develop your “parental investment”&lt;br /&gt;38. Look for similarities&lt;br /&gt;39. Think love, not sex&lt;br /&gt;40. Stress safety &lt;br /&gt;41. Raise your expectations&lt;br /&gt;42. It’s all about control&lt;br /&gt;43. Don’t stereotype&lt;br /&gt;44. Be a good salesman&lt;br /&gt;45. Watch the details&lt;br /&gt;46. Find out what turns women off&lt;br /&gt;47. Sell yourself&lt;br /&gt;48. Forget seduction&lt;br /&gt;49. Learn how women think&lt;br /&gt;50. Think “Interconnectivity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is their list, I don't necessary agree with everything on it. For a more detail look check it out &lt;a href="http://50bestdatingwebsites.com/2009/the-pick-up-lab-50-scientifically-proven-tips-to-attract-female-interest/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8475124738492916554?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8475124738492916554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8475124738492916554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8475124738492916554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8475124738492916554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/02/50-scientifically-proven-tips-to.html' title='50 Scientifically Proven Tips to Attract Female Interest'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-937600617720305388</id><published>2009-01-27T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:03:53.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Sticking Point: When your muscle fail you</title><content type='html'>This actually funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at lunch, I was sitting at a table eating and watching the snow fall. The woman next to me turned and asking if I would open her bottle of juice. I tried and failed. She said, 'Oh, don't worry about it'. How embarassing? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you recover from this? The only thing I can think of is throw the bottle away and say, 'Aw, it's just not ready for the world'. (or something more wittier)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-937600617720305388?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/937600617720305388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=937600617720305388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/937600617720305388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/937600617720305388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/01/sticking-point-when-your-muscle-fail.html' title='Sticking Point: When your muscle fail you'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5120403039233908375</id><published>2009-01-27T11:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:34:02.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Does the community care about you?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went through all my emails that I have not read since Thanksgiving. You know the emails that you feel or think are junk or products, things that you will eventually get too. What I notice over this period of time, Thanksgiving through Inauguration was a complete disregard to personal space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you were a salesman would you go to someone's house or call someone on Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Year's Eve to sell your product? I don't think so, you don't have any product that would make that person forgive the interruption of their private time with family and friends. So why do it by email? Why do it by email if you a PUA, Social Artist, Guru, etc...? That seems pretty beta to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because it is about money. It's not about helping people. If you really wanted to help me "Not Be Alone During The Holidays", you would no be sending a silly email about your product; your ass would be in my apartment dragging me out and throwing me in sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a simple Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, or Happy New Year? I would have even taken a 'Have a Happy Holidays'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I know that these folks have taken their skills and turn it into a profitable business, I can't fault them for that, since I have even bought their products. It's fine I accept that the community has become an industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become such an industry that only one person did not try to sell me a product on January 20, 2009, that was David Wygant who put an inspirational video the day before telling people to believe in themselves and not treat Obama as the Messiah (I'm not doing Wygant justice here, it was pretty good video). The inauguration of Barack Obama was the most viewed event known to man in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event was so big that possibly every human within radio transmission, tv transmission, and/or with internet connection viewed, heard, and/or saw this event. Except for those tribes and people in remote locations and Robert Gates. I would call this a bad day to sell something on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could rant on and on, but seriously what is going on here? Sites like the Bristol Lair and Fast Seduction 101 have a wealth of content, I continually go back their to find a new routine or find a solution to a sticking point along with going back to products that I already, chatting with my wings, and DC Puas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need the Uncle of the guy that did not stay in at Project Hollywood, but was the roommate of the girl who knew Joe D in grade school who now dates the little nephew of homeless guy who used to be the voice of G.I. Joe selling me the "seduction methods and tricks"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5120403039233908375?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5120403039233908375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5120403039233908375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5120403039233908375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5120403039233908375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-community-care-about-you.html' title='Does the community care about you?'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5290337580526998040</id><published>2009-01-07T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:48:59.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You will always have an excuse</title><content type='html'>Quite often most of my best ideas for work or just stuff in general usually come in a location where I do not have the ability to write them down such as in the shower, while running, or when I'm working out. I can never luck out and I have one these profound thoughts or ingenious ideas when I'm in a meeting or when I'm laying on the couch. But this one stuck with me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when I was running this morning. I always hate the first five minutes. my timing and breathing are off, but once I hit the five minute mark everything kicks in and I can go until timer slows the treadmill down. During this morning run, I wasn't really thinking about anything except getting my breathing down. Then a little voice in my head started saying "aw, my back hurts...do we have to run today...do I really want to run today" ... whine after whine. Then another voice pop in my head and said "man, you will always have an excuse, keep running".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where that came from, but that little quote, got me thinking. What else do I have an excuse for? Work, career, social, relationships, money, education, etc... I really ponder upon this. And began to brake it down to things I have not done, finished, or accomplished even to the littlest thing like do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why haven't I done laundry? Because I have clean clothes. Yet I have a hamper full of dirty laundry. Just because I have clean clothes does not mean I do not have to still do laundry. It was just an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the office I jotted down 25 things have not done and the reason I have not done them. Every single reason was an excuse, not anything physically stopping me from doing them except for the 4, which I have to do from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now on I going to use this as a motivator, sure it needs to be tweeked and reframed a little, but it has had a positive impact on me. From my point of view: yeah, I will always have an excuse to not do something so why not do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5290337580526998040?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5290337580526998040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5290337580526998040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5290337580526998040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5290337580526998040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-will-always-have-excuse.html' title='You will always have an excuse'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3029522448655824570</id><published>2009-01-05T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:18:47.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work !!!</title><content type='html'>I was trying to get this out this morning, but of course RCN was down. FYI: RCN SUCKS !&lt;p&gt;Well, it&amp;#39;s Monday after the holidays. I hope everyone&amp;#39;s holidays went well and you started the new year off with a BANG!&lt;p&gt;Unlike most people, fortunately and unfortunately, my holiday seasoning was packed with work (more of a whine than a complaint), yet I had some time to throw down and have some fun, enjoy some turkey, some pecan pie, hang with my family, hang with HBSharon,  chill with my boys (Fate, Ali, MG), and meet some great women.&lt;p&gt;As with many people, I have been reviewing and updating my goals. Yeah, it seems like that time of the year.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3029522448655824570?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3029522448655824570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3029522448655824570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3029522448655824570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3029522448655824570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work !!!'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8852522161177278171</id><published>2008-12-13T13:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:06:08.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Getting Back in the Field</title><content type='html'>Yesterday before heading back to DC, I decided to text everyone to see what they were planning on doing for the night. No one really had anything planned but everyone keep saying they were going to check out &lt;a href="http://www.shadowroom.com/"&gt;Shadow Room&lt;/a&gt;. So with that in mind I when I got back to DC, I had a quick dinner, jump in the shower, and headed out to there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at 11pm which way too early for DC clubs. Anyway, the club had people in it, but sporadically spread out. And of course no one I knew was around. So I check my coat and headed to the back bar. The back bar is smaller which made it seem there were more people back there than the front bar. I really did not have a game plan, I notice everyone just pounding their drinks waiting for the club to get packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a diet coke and open my first set - two guys standing at the bar. Just a straight up - "Hey, I'm Sniper". To my surprise they just started talking, nothing too serious...when does this place pick up, what other clubs are hot tonight...etc... A three set of girls head towards the bar behind me, the first girls politely ask if she can get to the bar and with the movement of bodies everyone kind of pair off just chit chatting all fluff. This slowly morphed into me bounce from set to set meeting people and making new friends until Cowboy and JackRabbit arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in this conversation with this cute Asian girl (BMalaysian) when they arrived.  I made introductions and we continue to chat. The BMalaysian invites us to her table. She introduce us to her friends and everyone just started chatting and getting along. This continue through the night some drinks, a little dancing, and conversation. At closing time we walk BMalaysian and her friends to her car. I kiss and number close her. And the night ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the interesting thing, there was about 45 seconds when I first arrived where I was like I'm out of here. Had I jetted I  would not had a good time. I also learned that sometimes you just have to let things flow. I did not purposely bounce from set to set, it was more like turning and saying "Oh, Hi" and just going into conversation. For some reason, I felt this weird sensation that people were watching me, but I really was doing anything just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sure there is a lot more lessons in my outing last night. I'm just happy I step outside of my head and went with the flow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8852522161177278171?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8852522161177278171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8852522161177278171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8852522161177278171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8852522161177278171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-back-in-field.html' title='Getting Back in the Field'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8099189202463830412</id><published>2008-12-09T18:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:03:44.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation Isolation</title><content type='html'>It started off as just relaxing after Thanksgiving weekend and lasted seven days. For seven days I did my daily routine except for with very little human contact or engagement. The only person I spoke with face to face was a women at the gym in my building and all that was a simple "Hello". Granted I was not totally isolated because I spoke with friends over email, facebook, and over the phone, but for the most part it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was not sitting on my couch playing video games all day. I was actually quite busy. I was planning for Christmas and the inauguration. I was prospecting potential clients for next year. I was working the current projects that I have with clients and I finishing up a term paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say it was kind of relaxing. It was the first time in about two years that I was completely alone and it was very productive professionally and personally. It was not something that I set out to do, it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with all that said. I can easily see how people get wrapped up in their world and in their heads. It is so easy just to sit at home and work, and in my case even go to the gym and with grocery delivery services, you could easily never step outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While convenient, it is sad. It makes me wonder if this is the reason why it is easy despite whatever random approach anxiety that I may have to talk to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of my pondering. Hope everyone Thanksgiving went well. Chat with ya'll soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8099189202463830412?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8099189202463830412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8099189202463830412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8099189202463830412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8099189202463830412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/12/hibernation-isolation.html' title='Hibernation Isolation'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4339260425982960419</id><published>2008-11-12T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:39:12.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...I have landed back in DC</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a crazy two months out of DC. I can't really complain unlike some of my colleagues who literally spent 18 months away from home I at least got to come back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My social skills have serious coat of rust. It's time to get back on the horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4339260425982960419?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4339260425982960419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4339260425982960419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4339260425982960419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4339260425982960419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeahi-have-landed-back-in-dc.html' title='Yeah...I have landed back in DC'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7020951118635561082</id><published>2008-08-28T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:52:00.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarging Itch</title><content type='html'>I have been out every night this week. Mostly because of the convention watch parties at various bars. I realized on Monday that this was the first time I had be out completely by myself since probably the beginning of this year. No friends, no co-workers, and SLA guys. What I found out is that I had slide back into bad habits when I&amp;#39;m not with someone or a group a people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, am I being hard on myself, because maybe I&amp;#39;m in search of that elusive perfect set. I opened 3 single sets, 2 2-sets, and a mix 5-set and number closed twice on Monday. I basically went with &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#39;m Sniper&amp;quot; - I have yet to figure out why this works better for me rather than a basic opinion opener. So my routine was open, fluff, banter, funny story, banter - I basically was going off the cuff which as you most of you know if ain&amp;#39;t interesting you&amp;#39;re going to lose the set fairly quickly; that&amp;#39;s exactly happened with my first set, but I got the first done quickly, it was probably the fastest I have ever opened. It went like this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Open bar door, see girl, walk over to girl, open girl, fluff talk with girl, girl starts to get bored, politely ejected. (Hahahaha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it was all good. And it was relief to get that first set out of the way. Everything went better after that, I was rusty and out of my element, I still plowed on and had a blast. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7020951118635561082?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7020951118635561082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7020951118635561082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7020951118635561082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7020951118635561082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/08/sarging-itch.html' title='Sarging Itch'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6966500831370943542</id><published>2008-08-01T16:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:39:29.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Eye Wars (Just Looking)</title><content type='html'>I ran across this last week and bookmarked the website. In Japan, the name give to someone that is extremely anti-social is &lt;a href="http://www.kirainet.com/english/hikikomori/"&gt;hikikomori&lt;/a&gt;. About &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/15/magazine/15japanese.html"&gt;80 percent&lt;/a&gt; of the hikikomori are male, some as young as 13 or 14 and some who live in their rooms for 15 years or more. A japanese company has come up idea to sell to this niche market and it very simple, cute girls staring right at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say it's weird, it a fab, or wtf? But I think it is pretty cool. It is actually a tool that I think every social artist should take advantage of (at least the free videos). It's kinda like Carlos Xuma's, "Stare down the Bunny" exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out here (It's in Japanese, just click on the videos that have an eye icon): &lt;a href="http://avex.jp/miterudake/miterudake.html"&gt;Just Looking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6966500831370943542?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6966500831370943542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6966500831370943542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6966500831370943542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6966500831370943542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/08/digital-eye-wars-just-looking.html' title='Digital Eye Wars (Just Looking)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-299015288024133932</id><published>2008-07-31T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:35:26.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Disqualifier</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHXYsw_ZDXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHXYsw_ZDXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnmccain.com/"&gt;John McCain&lt;/a&gt; may have blown himself out of the Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is too popular. &lt;a href="http://www.barackobama.com/index.php"&gt;Obama&lt;/a&gt; is a celebrity. Whine..whine...whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCain has a great story to tell. His life is a DHV, but instead he chose to be a whiny chode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until this election is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-299015288024133932?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/299015288024133932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=299015288024133932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/299015288024133932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/299015288024133932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/ultimate-disqualifier.html' title='The Ultimate Disqualifier'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3955843714806154133</id><published>2008-07-31T16:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:23:41.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do Tonight in DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pinkline.org/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SJIizq2B8yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9S8rkyLx2yQ/s1600-h/trunk-show-invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SJIizq2B8yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9S8rkyLx2yQ/s320/trunk-show-invite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229280388400149282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SJImHWJ9aKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9IaVpqwX_jI/s1600-h/groovejetgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SJImHWJ9aKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9IaVpqwX_jI/s320/groovejetgo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229284024978860194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3955843714806154133?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3955843714806154133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3955843714806154133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3955843714806154133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3955843714806154133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-to-do-tonight-in-dc.html' title='Things To Do Tonight in DC'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SJIizq2B8yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9S8rkyLx2yQ/s72-c/trunk-show-invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2609532684608025177</id><published>2008-07-30T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:08:18.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regaining My Identity</title><content type='html'>In October of last year, my life completely changed. My friends/business partners betrayed me in a business that we had spent three years building and I lost a lot of money. However, I did not let that stop me, I just kept plowing along. I quit a job that I hated because I was only doing because I was making a sacrifice my business partners. I started another small business and picked up clients so there was no large disruption in my life, well at least not a relatively large disruption in life. There were some scary and hard times, but I continue to plow through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal life was going fine. I was making new friends, meeting local SLA guys, meeting and dating some great women. And to simply put it, just having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there was something missing and I really could not put may hand on it. I just continue my pursing building a new business and enjoying my social life. Sunday, I was pulling out a suitcase for trip I’ll be taking next week and a notebook fell out. It was my SLA notebook so I paged through it. I re-read my identity section and I realized what I wrote nearly a year ago about who I was and where I wanted to be, was completely different from who I am today and where I’m heading now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, I have been slowly re-writing my identity statement and goals. It has been a great exercise in finding out who I am, what I want to be, and where I want to be in the near future. I recommend that everyone should do this and should do it often. I really think I should have looked at this right after October; it would have saved me some time and angst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2609532684608025177?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2609532684608025177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2609532684608025177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2609532684608025177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2609532684608025177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/07/regaining-my-identity.html' title='Regaining My Identity'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4228186628942283458</id><published>2008-06-24T15:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:23:41.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why money does not work ... ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SGFf3n32iLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DZDKLDLf4Mw/s1600-h/WozniakGriffinAPMoloshok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SGFf3n32iLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DZDKLDLf4Mw/s320/WozniakGriffinAPMoloshok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215555252672432306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that she (&lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/files/Kathy-Griffin-b-.jpg"&gt;Kathy Griffin&lt;/a&gt;) is something too really look at, but come on dude (&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2006/09/28/stevewozniak_narrowweb__300x365,0.jpg"&gt;Steve Wozniak&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hanky panky ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a FREAKING BILLIONAIRE !!! You got rolled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Griffin: "&lt;a href="http://valleywag.com/5019206/kathy-griffin-denies-having-bumped-uglies-with-steve-wozniak"&gt;I never fucked him or anything!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it's just another one of her jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4228186628942283458?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4228186628942283458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4228186628942283458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4228186628942283458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4228186628942283458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-money-does-not-work.html' title='Why money does not work ... ???'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/SGFf3n32iLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DZDKLDLf4Mw/s72-c/WozniakGriffinAPMoloshok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7471644557448239318</id><published>2008-06-24T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:05:09.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back !!! For real, I'm back !!!</title><content type='html'>I have been a bad blogger. Mainly because I have not sent a whole week in one location since October and plus just being plain lazy about writing. But during that time I made meet some interesting people that are involved in the social arts and learned alot and screwed up tons. Let's get to blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7471644557448239318?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7471644557448239318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7471644557448239318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7471644557448239318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7471644557448239318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-for-real-im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back !!! For real, I&apos;m back !!!'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1845596636535531918</id><published>2008-02-04T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T03:48:35.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Why I like Kamransec ?</title><content type='html'>I was a bad wingman last night(Saturday). Bad is a nice term, I completely sucked. I was so busy trying to keep my two pivots that I forgot my boy, Kamransec. At the end of the day, it does not matter because Kamransec is Kamransec which means he is in set all the time. I even think he has body quadruples because you can be looking at Kamransec in the eyes and shaking his hand and then less than .5 secs he is in set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I tease him about it, he is getting better with every set; and I'm pissed because Kamransec gets better and I get worse. But that's just nature and guys will compete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is why I will do whatever my wing Kamransec tells me? Because he opened a seven-set (two guys / 4 girls (none below 8.5) / and opened an 11) and held his own. Just to make this simple, he was the only guy to open the 11 all night long, plus get just continously plow through her sh*t tests until he decided that it was time to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1845596636535531918?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1845596636535531918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1845596636535531918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1845596636535531918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1845596636535531918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-like-kamransec.html' title='Why I like Kamransec ?'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4505554339695818083</id><published>2008-02-02T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:31:43.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you and my ex hanging out?</title><content type='html'>I have been crazy working this week, yet I did number close twice, once on the street (BTutor) and at the gym (&lt;a href="http://www.thesportsclubla.com/clubs/template.asp?Club=WashingtonDC"&gt;HBTrainer2&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual on Fridays chaos with work happens but I manage set &lt;a href="http://fatedfortune.com"&gt;Fate&lt;/a&gt;, Kam, and Baba up to get into &lt;a href="http://www.flyloungedc.com/"&gt;FLY&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.playloungedc.com/"&gt;PLAY&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't get to out until 11:30 pm, which is cool, but I'm about 2 hours behind everyone else who has been sarging since 9 or so. I decided to hit &lt;a href="http://www.bluegindc.com/"&gt;Blue Gin&lt;/a&gt; because I figured that since the &lt;a href="http://www.houseofsweden.com/"&gt;House of Sweden's&lt;/a&gt; cocktail party was so overbooked (2100+) that Blue Gin would get the overflow. It was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boys roll in, we chat and started to get &lt;a href="http://na.blackberry.com/eng/"&gt;BB&lt;/a&gt; messages and it's HBSharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:56 am HBSharon: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;12:58 am Sniper: BG&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am HBSharon: Why?&lt;br /&gt;1:03 am Sniper: Because there are people here.&lt;br /&gt;1:07 am HBSharon: Hmmm...really&lt;br /&gt;1:10 am Sniper: The House Sweden's cocktail party was out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;1:13 am HBSharon: Well, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;1:17 am Sniper: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Fate go gets MC and his friends into Blue Gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC and I are chatting and I get a slap on my head (not a good idea). So of course I'm like WTF and it's HBSharon. (It's 1:25 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: What up?&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Hey There.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: So you're into stalking now.&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: (Giggles) No.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Home, like I said.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: F**k, your fast. &lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Cabbies love me.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Well...&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: What?&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: What?&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Ok. (two kisses on the cheeks and one on the lips)&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: (tongues Sniper down)&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Well...&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Umm... You're being weird. What's up?&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dance a little bit and go downstairs and talk to SHBHotassbartender. SHBHotassbartender pours some shots and introduce us to a guy who has been sitting in the corner all night buying drinks. HBSharon freaks out doesn't shake his hand. Tells me BS about how when I'm not around he hits on her. I was like so do you at least get free drinks and of course she like no (yeah, right). So now, I'm getting  because all I wanted was a Dirty Martini and be in set with the boys. I move her back upstairs and    MC is gaming one of the bartenders. HBSharon for some reason kind of give him a hard time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm like there's something wrong. How do I handle this? SHOTS!!! After a couple of those, things go smoothly. At closing time, Fate is about to &lt;a href="http://www.fastseduction.com/acronyms.shtml"&gt;F-Close&lt;/a&gt;, but has no condoms. (&lt;a href="http://www.stylelife.com/eliteforums/showthread.php?t=8901"&gt;read his field report&lt;/a&gt; ... hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so HBSharon and I get a cab back to her place. And she is pegging me with questions about where I have been, who I have been hanging out with. So I cut it off and said just ask me the real question. She ask me if I had been hanging out with her husband/ex-husband (I really don't know because she has an apartment above his). And of course, I give her this look like she lost her mind and died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a very important lesson and it's old school... when you ASSUME (ya'll know the rest). But really, we all make assumptions about everything and those assumptions can be real or not, but until we actually take the time to engage in the environment without judgment, we really do not know the truth...in my opinion this is my own on again and off again fight with approach anxiety...I'm making assumptions without really finding out the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4505554339695818083?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4505554339695818083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4505554339695818083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4505554339695818083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4505554339695818083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-and-my-ex-hanging-out.html' title='Are you and my ex hanging out?'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8752232417699380154</id><published>2008-01-24T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:10:26.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>White Lies</title><content type='html'>I just came across this this morning. I found it interesting and funny while at the same time stupid. As if men, did not already know that women told these white lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's ok, it happens to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2. Size doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;4. I got it on sale. &lt;br /&gt;5. I'm cumming.&lt;br /&gt;6. You're my best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author has good conclusion on why women tell these little lies which I think applies to being social and approaching. Most of the time, when we are sarging we enter set, hook, lock-in,  and number close then get flake on. While we probably did several things wrong doing the whole interaction, we still had a god time meeting someone new and improving our skills. Well, at least that has been my experience. As the author points out, "&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/heidi_200/211_dating_girl.html"&gt;many women are taught to be people pleasers and often use falsities and untruths to make their ride a little smoother&lt;/a&gt;". So while our interactions may have been nice and smooth without too many hiccups, the cause for flakiness could be as simple as our target being nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8752232417699380154?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8752232417699380154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8752232417699380154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8752232417699380154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8752232417699380154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/01/white-lies.html' title='White Lies'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4739301910788926231</id><published>2008-01-23T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:15:22.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Podcasts'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Today, I have been trying to catch up with seduction reading and podcasts. I have really been slacking sense Thanksgiving. Now, that the new year has begun. I am getting myself back into the groove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this podcast from Carlos Xuma. It is about growing and changing. I found it interesting because I have had a wacky past four years so the podcast really hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out here: &lt;a href="http://capo2001.podlot.net/what-women-want-122.mp3"&gt;Your Awakening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4739301910788926231?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4739301910788926231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4739301910788926231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4739301910788926231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4739301910788926231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5038723797498774784</id><published>2008-01-04T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:17:23.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! (LATE)</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, everyone. I just got back into town. It has been a fun and crazy several weeks, since I have been hanging out with a couple of guys from SLA. I have learn tons. I feel like a newbie again and have been revitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be updating and changing the blog over the next couple of days. I hope everyone has had a happy and safe holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5038723797498774784?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5038723797498774784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5038723797498774784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5038723797498774784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5038723797498774784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-late.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! (LATE)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5718895037959189311</id><published>2007-12-25T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:18:42.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, everyone !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a safe and wonderful holidays !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5718895037959189311?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5718895037959189311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5718895037959189311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5718895037959189311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5718895037959189311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-happy-holidays.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8431390476327672806</id><published>2007-12-03T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:49:05.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLA DC/MD/VA</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to meet some of the guys from the SLA DC/MD/VA group on Saturday.  These guys are awesome. I can't believe it has taken me over two years to actually meet people from the community, but it was a transforming event for me to see other guys in the field. I got lucky because most of the guys had just gotten back from the SLA conference and full of energy. It amazing to see guys open set after set whether success or failure it was always on to the next set or winging to help the other guys out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of things, I learned Saturday were I speak to fast (nerves, I guess); I do not take up enough space; I need to smile more; I need to approach right away; and I don't need to be accommodating to women right away (force them to qualify themselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion to anyone who is doing this alone join your local lair, sla group, or any other program group, and go out with the guys. It was an eye opening experience for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8431390476327672806?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8431390476327672806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8431390476327672806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8431390476327672806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8431390476327672806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/12/sla-dcmdva.html' title='SLA DC/MD/VA'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4213660776087391635</id><published>2007-11-22T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:25:10.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING !!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving Everyone !!!&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone has had a fun and safe Thanksgiving !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4213660776087391635?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4213660776087391635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4213660776087391635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4213660776087391635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4213660776087391635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING !!!'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7812937521788544757</id><published>2007-11-01T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:28:24.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>With all post coming out of the community about Halloween so I was hyped to go out. I meet MB, BobBase, and BarMan at Mie-N-Yue. We hung out a bit and then headed to Bistro Francoise to get a sit and people watch. We had a blast, people had so cool costumes. We bounce to Blue Gin, SHBHotAssBartender was working so she was pouring shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Gin was actually packed. It's been dead lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I open a two-set (HBCowgirl &amp; HBNurse), with Mehow's social opener, which I always wanted to try, but never believed it would work, but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; HEY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCowgirl:&lt;/span&gt; Hey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; You guys look like fun. I had to come over and introduce myself. I'm Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBNurse:&lt;/span&gt; We are fun! (and introduce the both of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; Cool. Let's play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCowgirl:&lt;/span&gt; What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; Marry, Kill, Shag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBNurse:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, my god. They play that on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; Cool. You know how to play then. Let's take a spin around the club and play. (I gave them my arms and they took them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast it took a long time to play because the place was packed. We eventually ended up at the upstairs bar. I introduce them to Barman and BobBase. Now everyone is bantering and joking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the restroom and returned to find them gone. Cool, I thought. I headed back downstairs and started talking to SHBHotAssBartender. I felt a poke in my back and it was a toy musket gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; (Smiling) Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPirate:&lt;/span&gt; (Smiling and dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; Where's your crew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPirate:&lt;/span&gt; (Points to her friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER:&lt;/span&gt; Introduce me to them.&lt;br /&gt;HBPirate brings me over to a five set, but they are to busy doing shots. So I take her by the hand and we head to the dance floor and started to dance and one of her girlfriend comes and grabs and HBPirate waves good-bye to me with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I head back to the bar, HBCowgirl, BarMan, and BobBase are doing shots. We start talking and HBPirate comes over and grabs me and we head back out to the dance floor where we sent most of the night. We had a brief make-out, before the lights went on. I number closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun. I was in the mood. HBPirate surprised me. I really didn't know how to change the situation. Anyway, I used an opener that I thought would not work and it worked so I'm excited to try it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7812937521788544757?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7812937521788544757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7812937521788544757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7812937521788544757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7812937521788544757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2695709878357491422</id><published>2007-11-01T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:53:44.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Pratice</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I was thinking about how I really had not been out in the field lately. So I decided to hit happy hour. I really did have any thing planned. I wanted to have a sober view of where I was at. So I head towards to Dupont Circle not really sure where I was going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up at Lucky Bar. As my only goal was to open the first person or group, I saw. As soon as the door open, there was brunette standing at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRUNETTE&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: Where's the bartender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRUNETTE&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know, she disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: I'm heading to the back bar. Talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BRUNETTE&lt;/span&gt;: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fairly simple I thought then I noticed I was sweating. Then of course, a thousand other things ran through my mind, but I continued to the back bar and just open these two guys who were watching ESPN. Nothing really came out of it except for I was calm again. More folks began to filter in so I decided to head back to the front bar. I saw a two set (two brunettes) looking at a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: Where you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BBrunette1&lt;/span&gt;: Orlando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: Cool. Where you trying to get to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BBrunette2&lt;/span&gt;: We're just mapping out where we are heading tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: Nice. Enjoying DC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BBrunette1&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah...(blah, blah, blah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them some cool places to go we chatted for a good 30 minutes and I jetted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was feeling good. I was going over my mistakes. I was leaning in too much. I was not really running any routines. I was thinking of what I need to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, BobBase, called and told me to head down to Lima. There was a pre-Halloween party there. I met BobBase outside. We headed in and he introduce me to his friend, HBLidsey, who is a bartender there. We chatted with her for a while. A cute a liitle asian girl came up and order a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: Hey. Can you pass me a napkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BKim&lt;/span&gt;: Sure. Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SNIPER&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks. By way, I didn't see any rings on your fingers. (Launched into ringer finger routine - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;credit Style&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I number closed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BobBase and I went down stairs. It was kind of weird. It was like a eight grade high school dance - girls dancing and guys standing around. BobBase asked what I wanted to do. I said well at least we should meet some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beelined into a 3-set and opened with my t-shirt opener then introduce BobBase. We chatted with girls for a while and did some dancing. I should had number closed, but I getting edgey about getting home and getting some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad night. It went better than I thought. I made many mistakes, but I knew what they were. It was good getting that confidence feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2695709878357491422?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2695709878357491422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2695709878357491422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2695709878357491422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2695709878357491422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-pratice.html' title='Tuesday Pratice'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-790014451318046839</id><published>2007-11-01T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:49:02.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Re-Naming The ONE</title><content type='html'>I had dinner with the ONE on Sunday. We drank a bottle of wine and talked about work. I did mini &lt;a href="http://www.fastseduction.com/cgi-bin/fswiki.cgi?Elicit_Values"&gt;eliciting values&lt;/a&gt; routine to get her off work. It worked well and we were back to where we use to be. Just joking around and having fun. I walked her and we held hands while just rambling on. In front of her building, I pulled her close and kiss her good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking home, she texted me.&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE: Great seeing you tonight. I had a blast. I'm back in town next weekend. Let's grab drinks.&lt;br /&gt;SNIPER: Sounds good. Sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker is I no longer want her or longed for her like I once did. Strange? It is interesting how when something you have wanted so long falls in line that desire is gone. Not that she is not a great woman, she is amazing; I just don't have that crazy I need this girl back feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm re-naming the ONE to SHBLatina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-790014451318046839?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/790014451318046839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=790014451318046839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/790014451318046839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/790014451318046839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-naming-one.html' title='Re-Naming The ONE'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8504099235517195364</id><published>2007-11-01T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:13:01.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Boy's Day Out</title><content type='html'>Saturday, my buddy DM, calls me up and says "Stop working, taking a shower, and meet me at Old Glory's". Ok, I responded. I needed a break anyway, I have been busting my hump for the past several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started off with some food, football, and drinks ended up being an all nighter. We had a blast. We meet a ton of folks, mostly because we were loud and having a blast. It is amazing what alcohol can do to your social abilities at least for a time. At about midnight, we were just two drunk guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it just plain fun to go out and have stupid fun. Plus I had not been doing any pua stuff in awhile so it was interesting to see how much I had fallen back. Interesting enough, I still had a lot openers and stories in my head, but as the night wore on and the alcohol continue to flow the worst I got. No worries, I still had a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8504099235517195364?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8504099235517195364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8504099235517195364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8504099235517195364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8504099235517195364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/11/boys-day-out.html' title='Boy&apos;s Day Out'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2376830529043316037</id><published>2007-10-09T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:38:20.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Body Language</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://ririanproject.com/"&gt;Ririan Project&lt;/a&gt; has a great post up about body language mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's their top eight:&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #1: Avoiding eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #2: Blocking: putting something between you and your listeners.&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #3: Fidgeting, rocking or swaying.&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #4: Keeping your hands in your pockets or clasped together.&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #5: Standing or sitting perfectly still.&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #6: Slouching, leaning back, or being hunched over.&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #7: Using phony gestures.&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #8: Jingling coins, tapping toes &amp; other annoying movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the article here - &lt;a href="http://ririanproject.com/2007/10/06/warning-do-you-recognize-these-8-body-language-killers/"&gt;Warning: Do You Recognize These 8 Body Language Killers?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2376830529043316037?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2376830529043316037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2376830529043316037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2376830529043316037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2376830529043316037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/10/body-language.html' title='Body Language'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-856731138995616087</id><published>2007-10-08T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:58:21.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Back in DC</title><content type='html'>I have been on the road for a while. It is amazing how you forget when you are not practicing. Jackrabbit and I are justing get back from Georgetown. I completely botched three sets. Oh well, time to get back to the basics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-856731138995616087?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/856731138995616087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=856731138995616087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/856731138995616087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/856731138995616087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-in-dc.html' title='Back in DC'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7438966116387851365</id><published>2007-08-21T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:37:19.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Venturing into FLY Lounge</title><content type='html'>Everyone bailed on me Friday night so rather than do my normal club crawl, I decide to go to &lt;a href="http://flyloungedc.com/"&gt;FLY&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 11:30pm, there's were about three girls outside smoking and two guys in line. As I passed everyone, I said "Hey" or "What's up?" The doorman was not talking, just standing there. He let's the girls back in. The two guys in front of me where getting ansy, I do not know how long they had been. Finally, they leave in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doorman&lt;/span&gt;: Name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doorman&lt;/span&gt;: (Looks at his list) You are not on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doorman&lt;/span&gt;: (Looks me up and down) Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doorman&lt;/span&gt;: Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if there really is a list or he's there to intimidate people. I walked down the stairs. Saying hello to people walking out, nodding to others as I got to the bottom floor generally just greeting everyone which came within my sight. I have to say I was very impressed. The place was packed, but with the right amount of people so everyone can move from bar to bar; talk to each other; and dance. It had a nice flow. Everyone was nice. It kind of freak me out. I was moving to the bar and these guys either football players or former players were standing there. "Hey, can I grab a drink?" "Aw, sure man, jump in here." The bartendress (HBTalley) was nice and flirty. She gave me crap for drinking &lt;a href="http://www.dietcoke.com/index.jsp"&gt;diet coke&lt;/a&gt;. I shot back with, "You, just met me and you're trying to get me drunk, bad girl". She giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the bar area and freaking smoke blast me right in the face. (hahaha) And brunette is dancing/jumping in front of me, she holds out her hand. I take it and we begin to dance. She was actually a good dancer. I think she stole my Diet Coke (hahaha). After three or four songs, we part ways. I walk over to the bar next staircase and there's this tall woman, I mean tall at least 6'5 maybe more, she was all smiles and dancing. I order another diet coke. A two set roll up and opens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCurly&lt;/span&gt;: Do you think my friend is cute? (Pointing to HBMegan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Um, I have seen cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCurly&lt;/span&gt;: (Jaw drops, playfully) You're bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBMegan&lt;/span&gt;: (Giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCurly&lt;/span&gt;: Scrouch so, we can get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: You can't just roll up on me and start acting like your little boy. You gotta to pay the price of admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCurly&lt;/span&gt;: What's the price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: (points to my left cheek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCurly&lt;/span&gt;: (Kisses, Sniper's left cheek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: (points to my right cheek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCurly&lt;/span&gt;: (Kisses, Sniper's right cheek and pouts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Aw, that's cute. (I slide slightly to the left and she slides in at the bar, but I slide back blocking HBMegan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBMegan&lt;/span&gt;: (Kisses, Sniper on both cheeks) You have to forgive my friend, she can be bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: That's obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBCurly&lt;/span&gt;: I can hear you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBMegan&lt;/span&gt;: (Giggles) So what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Are lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBMegan&lt;/span&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: A reporter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBMegan&lt;/span&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Then why are you so nosey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;: (giggle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then I physically get pulled away. It was shocking, but I had big smile on my face. It was Dominican. He was bring me over to the other bar for a shot. I had no idea he was there, he actually the bar manager. So I got tour of the whole place and met all the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, HBMegan ends up next to me. We dance and I number close her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartendress (HBTalley) who was giving me a hard time for drinking diet coke gives me her number saying that I should drop her a line anytime I want to get in the club. Interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7438966116387851365?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7438966116387851365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7438966116387851365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7438966116387851365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7438966116387851365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/08/venturing-into-fly-lounge.html' title='Venturing into FLY Lounge'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-942794428235991609</id><published>2007-08-14T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:24:19.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Sensitive Men (Rant)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, when do you think they are going to come and fix my sink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concierge&lt;/span&gt;: I don't appreciate the way, you are talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Um, did I yell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concierge&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Then I do not appreciate you not answering my question. It is a fair question since I have been waiting five days. I did not yell nor raise my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concierge&lt;/span&gt;: I do not like your tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Really? I do not like the fees I pay that go toward your salary when it is obvious that you do not intend to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concierge&lt;/span&gt;: I ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: (interrupting) If you say another word that is not a response to my original question, there will be a lot that you are not going to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concierge&lt;/span&gt;: I do not know when they will up to fix the sink. I will send someone right  away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance agent assistant&lt;/span&gt;: Who are you to ask for this information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I'm this asshole who pays $2000 a month for his employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insurance agent assistant&lt;/span&gt;: I don't like your tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Really? At bare minimum, I expect for my insurance company to have a little phone ettiqutte. I do not know who you are nor do I care, please put my agent on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insurance agent assistant&lt;/span&gt;: You do not have to talk to me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: You should have some courteosy when calling a client. I will not ask you again, please put my agent who is your boss on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insurance agent assistant&lt;/span&gt;: One moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on? When did people get so entitled? I am suppose to kiss someone ass who is being rude or not doing their job? When did men become so sensitive that you can no longer have a conversation? Is it the heat? What type of guy says I don't appreciate that or I don't like your tone? Who the hell to do you talk to you? ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-942794428235991609?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/942794428235991609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=942794428235991609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/942794428235991609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/942794428235991609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/08/sensitive-men-rant.html' title='Sensitive Men (Rant)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3213090025484453551</id><published>2007-08-14T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:57:22.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery'/><title type='text'>The Pick-Up Artist Episode #2</title><content type='html'>Last night, I watch the second episode of &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/the_pick_up_artist/series.jhtml"&gt;The Pick-Up Artist&lt;/a&gt;. Wow. You have to watch this episode. Whether you believe in this community or not, but what Spoon went through is real. Approach anxiety, approaching women, or however you want to term it, is not something not to take likely. It force this guy to quit the show. It is messed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mystery and wings tried to tell Spoon by doing this one thing, by quitting it will have repercussions in other areas in his life. Not many people see this or get this, but a simple at of giving up in an area of your life where you know you are doing poorly on set the ground for you to give up in other areas of your life. Staying a miserable relationship, staying in a dead-end job, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is with all these miserable men and women taking shots at the show? Seriuosly, 60% of all marriages fail in this country. You see this crap everyday, women who hate their husbands, husbands that hate their wives, and no one willing to do anything about it except for cheat, drink, and do drugs. Are you kidding me? Yes, there is some cheese in the show, but taking shots at the Mystery and the participants is unwarranted. At least, they are trying to determine their fate unlike the millions of men and women in this country that wander around aimlessly letting life just happen to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3213090025484453551?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3213090025484453551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3213090025484453551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3213090025484453551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3213090025484453551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/08/pick-up-artist-episode-2.html' title='The Pick-Up Artist Episode #2'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8944653882025442902</id><published>2007-08-14T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:25:55.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Porno Sex</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, HBSharon and I went out on a date. We had a great dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.seacatchrestaurant.com/"&gt;Sea Catch&lt;/a&gt; and tons of wine. We started to go to &lt;a href="http://www.fivedc.com/"&gt;Five&lt;/a&gt; to dance, but I suggested we just watch a movie at my place and she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are laying on the couch, watching &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/hitch/index.html"&gt;Hitch&lt;/a&gt; (lol), snuggling and kissing which ending up in a heavy make out session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: I'm not having sex with you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Tie me up.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: (grabs two ties, snatches HBSharon up, throws her on the bed, and binds her hands and feet)&lt;br /&gt;HBSharon: Do whatever you want. NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard such filth come out of woman's mouth before. I heard her groan and scream before, but not the crazy porno filth. One word: AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8944653882025442902?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8944653882025442902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8944653882025442902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8944653882025442902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8944653882025442902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/08/porno-sex.html' title='Porno Sex'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-773669659904799914</id><published>2007-08-14T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:10:59.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Not Using What You Know Works</title><content type='html'>Friday night a friend of mine was bar tending at Saki. Jackrabbitt and Cowboy met me there. The place was filled but not pack. We open set after set. Nothing really stuck. The reason why is because while we were confident and funny, we had no structure. All the sets went flat. Looking back at it, it seemed like we were out of sync with the sets we were opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part, I did not use any material, canned or original. Just straight up, 'hi'. No stories or dhvs, just fluff. I was being lazy, I guess. While we did have fun, we misses a lot of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did notice was all three of us were not standing around getting drunk, we were all talking to different people without being pushed into a set. Jackrabbit made a good rule, it is like the three second rule, but even simpler, "If you look at her, go talk to her". It's kind of weird what frames you can put on your mind that actually work while knowing what you should be doing actually puts you in a frame to not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together not a bad night for approaching, but as for results horrible. It is easy to say I was being lazy, but I think that since I had some success without using the material that it was some kind of an internal cockiness. The reality is that the material that I have learn works and there is no reason to shy away from it, I just need to internalize it a bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-773669659904799914?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/773669659904799914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=773669659904799914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/773669659904799914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/773669659904799914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-using-what-you-know-works.html' title='Not Using What You Know Works'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-960785238114197015</id><published>2007-08-07T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:56:05.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery'/><title type='text'>Mystery's VH1 Show</title><content type='html'>If you have not heard &lt;a href="http://affiliates.mysterymethod.com/z/61/CD361/"&gt;Mystery&lt;/a&gt; has a VH1 Show called &lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/the_pick_up_artist/series.jhtml"&gt;The Pick-Up Artist&lt;/a&gt;. There has been a lot of buzz in the seduction. Some think it is bad, some think it's good, some are worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did not expect was this from Gawker: &lt;a href="http://gawker.com/news/a-former-dungeonmaster-reflects/how-to-pick-up-women-286391.php"&gt;Former Dungeon Master Reflects on How to Pick-Up Women&lt;/a&gt;. They beat up Mystery a little bit, today's : &lt;a href="http://gawker.com/news/mystery-loves-company/making-dorks-into-dicks-286791.php"&gt;Mystery Loves Company Making Dorks into Dicks&lt;/a&gt; actually says some nice things about the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was listening to the radio, I forget what station where they ripped Mystery apart without even yet viewing the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think you can beat this kind of publicity, it actually pushing people to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did catch the show. I thought it was great. There is some parts I don't like but for the most part it was very good. I was surprised. From a viewer standpoint, I think it was a good reality show, from guy who is just trying to figure this out, I think it great to see the contestants and the teachers in the field. It really opened  my eyes to some of my behaviors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-960785238114197015?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/960785238114197015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=960785238114197015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/960785238114197015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/960785238114197015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/08/mysterys-vh1-show.html' title='Mystery&apos;s VH1 Show'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3275169419405632740</id><published>2007-08-07T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:32:31.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Back in DC</title><content type='html'>Whew, finally back. I have been busting my butt. I got some new clients and things just went into crazy work mode. I hit my $10,000 goal, AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my cross country travels, I did have four mini relationships. I wish I could say that I ran a perfect sarge or game, but that is not the case. I was so busy working that the only thing I was doing pua wise was listening to podcasts and audiobooks just to keep my frame of reference. Each was a daytime approach, not really an approach, more situational like standing in line at &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; or at the Bank. They all started with a Hi or Good morning or something completely lame, but was not until I was in mid-conversation that I realize 'Wow, this woman is gorgeous' and then I threw in a dhv and number closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060554738?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=thedailyant-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0060554738"&gt;The Game&lt;/a&gt; or something Style wrote that all he was trying to do was figure out a way to get into a conversation and keep it going. I think that is almost a fact for most guys. I think at times I am too hard on myself and am too outcome dependent. I think I did well doing these conversations because while my mind was not on seduction when I saw an opening I took opportunity to some of the things I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can it be any HOTTER in DC ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3275169419405632740?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3275169419405632740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3275169419405632740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3275169419405632740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3275169419405632740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-in-dc.html' title='Back in DC'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2759974926775289239</id><published>2007-07-17T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:48:59.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sticking Point'/><title type='text'>SP: Being Opened</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good Friday night. My Saturday night started off well also. Jackrabitt and I were at &lt;a href="http://www.chloedc.com/"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt;. He was back to just opening every girl he saw. I wasn't too bad either, I had opened four 2 sets and number closed one. I had danced a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackrabitt and I were talking to Dominican who was bartending and this where I went into a downward spiral. It was like a cruel joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHBLatina: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: (stares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackrabbit chases her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBRedhoddie: Hey. Blah, blah, ....&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: (stares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHBDrunk takes me by the hand to the dance floor. We dance for three songs.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Thanks for the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackrabbitt ask what's wrong. I have no clue. I am completely blank well more like I have some stuff racing through my mind that I can't make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crazy sticking point. I finally get over approach anxiety now I have the reverse of it. WTF???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2759974926775289239?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2759974926775289239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2759974926775289239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2759974926775289239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2759974926775289239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/07/sp-being-opened.html' title='SP: Being Opened'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1085464791852205021</id><published>2007-07-17T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:04:51.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>HBShortpants</title><content type='html'>I finally found sometime to write this week. Friday night, I hit &lt;a href="http://www.zaytinya.com/"&gt;Zaytinya&lt;/a&gt; with Jackrabbit for happy hour. I arrived early, ordered a drink, and opened the two-set next to me. Nothing came of it, just you’re usual DC banter. Jackrabbit arrived and  I politely ejected. Jackrabbit was in a drinking mood and I was in a talking mood so after about 15 minutes, I was lets bounce to &lt;a href="http://www.lotusloungedc.com/"&gt;Lotus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great choice, a little too pack. Jackrabbit hit the bar and I opened a three set that was seated in front of me. For some reason, I was just opening with totally lame stuff like ‘Hey, How you guys doing?’, but was sticking so I really can’t complain. This set went really well, these girls fun a lots of flirty banter. There was a few mistakes I made, like not attempting to isolate any one of them. After about 30 minutes, swings by and wants to jet. It was the perfect opportunity to at least number (hind thought), just ejected politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to &lt;a href="http://www.cafecitrondc.com/cl_aboutus_n.aspx?index=-1"&gt;Citron&lt;/a&gt;. Barman is working so we head to his station and greet him. Now, Jackrabbit is the approaching mood well grabbing mood. It’s not working. I talk to Barman for a bit and started talking to a couple next to me. A two-set get in between Jackrabbit and I. I turn my head and smile. The girl (HBShortpants) smiles back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: That’s all you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBShortpants&lt;/span&gt;: It works all the time. (smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: (backturn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBShortpants&lt;/span&gt;: So what’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I do not like to give out personal information to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBShortpants&lt;/span&gt;: (smiles) Oh, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Hell, yeah. You might be a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBShortpants&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some walks up and tries to dance with her. She grabs me. I pull in to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I’m not your bodyguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBShortpants&lt;/span&gt;: I have nothing to protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: (smiles…because I went completely blank and started thinking too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When go into fluff talk and dance a little bit. We manage to steal the seat in the corner. I run the ring finger routine on her. Jackrabbit and her friend find us. I number closed her. We banter for a while. Jackrabbit is ready to leave. I hug her and we had a little kiss. Jackrabbit and I bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to &lt;a href="http://www.sesto.com/media/andalu.html"&gt;Andalu&lt;/a&gt;. At Andalu’s, I completely sucked. I went back to default mode using my t-shirt opener and best friend test. Looking back, I was completely out of sync and too low key, plus it was 1:30. I should have been at higher vibe. Oh, well lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1085464791852205021?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1085464791852205021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1085464791852205021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1085464791852205021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1085464791852205021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/07/hbshortpants.html' title='HBShortpants'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8406860818087007779</id><published>2007-07-12T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:31:30.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Slow but Fun Week</title><content type='html'>It has been kind of strange for me lately. I spent most of 4th of July partying with no real approaches. I take that back no structured approaches. Mostly opening people at parties or at clubs with I guess situational openers and general banter. I did end up with six numbers, interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been on the road a lot so I have been catching up with the variuos podcasts out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that this week, I have been talking a lot to various women. I'm not sure if I am just approaching as if it is something I should doing or if it's like some autopilot mode I'm in. But I'm liking it, there's no thinking to random bantering, I have thrown in the ring finger four times and then number closed four times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a lot chatter in DC Lair about the following article, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedenverchannel.com/news/13637370/detail.html"&gt;Man Arrested After Telling Women They Were 'Extremely Beautiful'&lt;/a&gt; and this craiglist post below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to: pers-371395096@craigslist.org&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2007-07-11, 11:34AM EDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the pick up artist I punched at the water front 2 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the "CUBE" on my girl.. are you kidding me. You don't think&lt;br /&gt;she'd tell me. You don't think I'd know whats up... I'm glad I socked&lt;br /&gt;you in the face and AMOG'd.com your world kid. You're lucky the&lt;br /&gt;bouncers are quick on their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up artist's beware .. we're onto your techniques .. A friend of&lt;br /&gt;my GF told me about the book The Game, I did the research and the next&lt;br /&gt;time I smell you pulling lines on my girl my boys and I will go&lt;br /&gt;apeshit on you and beat the "AFC" back into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AMOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8406860818087007779?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8406860818087007779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8406860818087007779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8406860818087007779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8406860818087007779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/07/slow-but-fun-week.html' title='Slow but Fun Week'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6534236350896944579</id><published>2007-07-04T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:45:49.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!&lt;p&gt;I have been out of sync lately. I think it was jet lag. I have been either working or sleeping.&lt;p&gt;Anyway, off to watch the fireworks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6534236350896944579?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6534236350896944579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6534236350896944579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6534236350896944579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6534236350896944579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3198977178734177922</id><published>2007-06-21T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:56:43.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence Court</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t know if my post are making to page. I have gone INTERNATIONAL!&lt;p&gt;So I head to Dulles to catch a flight to London yesterday. By the British Airway rocks! Anyway, so I am standing in line sweating and of course the more I think about it the more I sweat. I finally get checked in, pass security, and get to my gate, I sit and just begin to chat with people and ask questions about Europe. I have never been so I am just curious.&lt;p&gt;I forget my sweat stains and continue to talk and introduce myself to people. I have a list of 30 things to do, and 8 phone numbers (2 cute girls).&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3198977178734177922?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3198977178734177922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3198977178734177922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3198977178734177922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3198977178734177922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/06/confidence-court.html' title='Confidence Court'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-327268396654059842</id><published>2007-06-21T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:44:25.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>I spent this past weekend working. I can&amp;#39;t really complain. I made some good coin, a lot of coin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I worked through Friday night and all day Saturday. By Saturday night, I was itching to go out. At the same time, I had to get up early on Sunday to work some more. For some strange reason, I had no desire to go to my usual hang outs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to Lima. It was fairly early. Dumb mistake. A line at 10pm? Not! I would like those 15 minutes of my life back. WTF? I didn&amp;#39;t pay a cover so I can&amp;#39;t complain too much. The place dead because it is early I choose to stay anyway. I just plowed through meeting pretty much everyone that worked there. At about 11:30, it starts to get pack. I opened a mix set, it turns out to be a couple in town for a wedding, they were great people, I might even have picked up a potential client. The next set, I open was a 3 set, it was more of an opening/merge, because one the girls trying to plow her way thru me to get to the bar. I called her pushy and then we playfully banter away which led me to this 6 set of guys who were just standing around gawking and drinking, nothing real interesting there except for it seemed I had a crowd of folks around me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At 1am, I think I made my first real approach. It was a 2 set, a red-head and blonde from a far they seemed to be HBs, they turn out to be Bs, but I was already committed, because I must have done something wrong, I thought was at an angle but at about arms length away, they turned a faced me and I opened with my t-shirt opener, they give me flack and I like it so we are all bantering back and forth. They were fun, well challenging, I found that interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-327268396654059842?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/327268396654059842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=327268396654059842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/327268396654059842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/327268396654059842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-saturday-night.html' title='Random Saturday Night'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5911502984656171546</id><published>2007-06-12T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:39:51.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>All Quiet</title><content type='html'>The last two weeks have been pretty relaxed at least socially. I have mainly been focused on work and fixing my finances. I have had four fun dates. My approaches while not solid have been going well. There still something missing, I have not figured it out yet, they tend to just die after about 20 minutes, it may be that I have been doing approaches at events/functions I probably need to calibrate a little more to the environment. Anyway, all is quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5911502984656171546?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5911502984656171546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5911502984656171546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5911502984656171546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5911502984656171546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-quiet.html' title='All Quiet'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2849673766244376606</id><published>2007-06-01T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:43:40.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Good Deed Goes Unpunished</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those days where you are working your butt off and yet not matter how stressful the situation gets, you are still bored. This is what happen to me on. Wednesday. So at 5, I called it quits and emailed and called a bunch of people to meet me down the waterfront.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jackrabbit, Barman, HBSharon, SHBSwimmer, and Cowboy showed up. We had our table just relaxing having a beer just taking a moment to enjoy the new weather.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This very cute brunette (HBFlattire) comes up and says hi, I&amp;#39;m sorry to bother you guys but I got a flat tire up the street. Can one of you guys help me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sniper: Nope.&lt;br&gt;SHBSwimmer: Don&amp;#39;t be an a**.&lt;br&gt;Jackrabbit: I&amp;#39;ll help.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So Jackrabbit jumps and goes with her. And everybody else gives me crap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So about 45 minutes go by and we all are joking around that maybe he got luck. Another 45 minutes pass and now they are really busting my balls. Finally, Jackrabbit makes it back and he&amp;#39;s all sweaty and has a limp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sniper: Get laid.&lt;br&gt;Jackrabbit: Nope.&lt;br&gt;Sniper: Get her number.&lt;br&gt;Jackrabbit: Nope. Check this out, this b***h was park up on N St. So I go up there, do all the work and she&amp;#39;s yapping to some guy on the phone the whole time. She see takes off with so much of thanks.&lt;br&gt;Sniper: That sucks. Why are you limping.&lt;br&gt;Jackrabbit: Banged up my foot tiring to get the tire off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jackrabbit calls me yesterday and tells me that he can&amp;#39;t walk. So I go see him and I&amp;#39;m dying laughing. Apparently he bruised his heel, so he doing walk hop. It&amp;#39;s the funniest I have ever seen. The doctor said he will be ok in a couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2849673766244376606?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2849673766244376606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2849673766244376606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2849673766244376606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2849673766244376606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html' title='No Good Deed Goes Unpunished'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8716079628582108391</id><published>2007-05-29T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:03:27.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had an overall great weekend. I have found a new wingman, I had two Day2s, and had general great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new wingman - Blaise. I got an email last week from &lt;a href="http://www.fastseduction.com/discussion/"&gt;MASF&lt;/a&gt; regarding a wingman request. I have gotten these before and they have turned out to be guys who are really not into the social arts. Blaise is a cool guy, he reminds of Common, same time type of dress and style. His social background is kind of like mind, just feed up with being knowing there is a better way of dating than just being a nice guy. We worked on body language and openers. It was great experience for me to watch someone I knew work, while we primarily focused on him this weekend, I learn a lot about my behavior and sticking points. So this was not a bad find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2 - BUruguay&lt;br /&gt;This turned into a shopping date which was cool, because she help me pick out some cool jeans and shirts. We had this flirty push-pull banter going on the whole time. We never got into 'comfort' or in a serious mode. It started right off the back joking with each. There was tons of &lt;a href="http://www.theseducersdiary.com/common-acronyms/#kino"&gt;kino&lt;/a&gt;, kisses, and hugs. We ended with an makeout session at her  place, but nothing more. I sure I drop the ball somewhere. I know that I waited way too late to push up the escalation ladder, I think this is the reason for just the makeout session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2 - HBPolitico&lt;br /&gt;This was a dinner date. It started off with some good kino, a big hug and a peck on the lips. During dinner, great conversation, mostly politics which was good because we were sharing each other experiences and exchange advice; it was bad in the sense that it created too much camaraderie and I really wasn't running on any type of routine or creating hoops. What else that was interesting was that I did not get the - So do you have a girlfriend? After dinner, we were walking back to the metro (I metro there, she lived nearby) holding hands and stop in front of a gallery and were talking about the art we saw; this was pretty much the only awkward moment; I definitely missed something there, what? I don't know. When we got to the metro, we sat on a bench, because my wait was about 15 minutes, I ran the &lt;a href="http://personal.ansir.com/cubegame.htm"&gt;cube&lt;/a&gt; on her then kiss closed her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8716079628582108391?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8716079628582108391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8716079628582108391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8716079628582108391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8716079628582108391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4947854319803010250</id><published>2007-05-24T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:46:38.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>First Flake = 2 Dates</title><content type='html'>So the reason I am writing so much tonight is because a girl I met last weekend HBPolitico flaked on me tonight. I might be over analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPolitico&lt;/span&gt;: Hey Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPolitico&lt;/span&gt;: I can make it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: I'm sorry to hear that. You know... (trying to go on the breaking date speech)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPolitico&lt;/span&gt;: (interrupting) I could make it out later around 10 or so. Is that to late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. You know... (trying to go on the breaking date speech)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPolitico&lt;/span&gt;: How about I make it up to you on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Um, It's Memorial Day weekend. I'll have to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPolitico&lt;/span&gt;: How about I call you tomorrow and we make plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBPolitico&lt;/span&gt;: Ok, talk to you tomorrow. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, she tried to make plans for later and she offered another date. But she stilled flaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later... BUruguay called. I sarged her in the elevator last summer, we've kept in contact, nothing too serious, just a couple of makeouts. I ran into on Monday and teased her for only calling when she wants to makeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUruguay&lt;/span&gt;: Hey Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Hey There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUruguay&lt;/span&gt;: What are you doing Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Um, It's Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUruguay&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, I know. Some friends of mine are having a party. I wanted to know if you wanted to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUruguay&lt;/span&gt;: Great. I'll call you around 1 on Sunday. Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUruguay&lt;/span&gt;: Talk to you on Sunday. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now pay homage to the PUA gods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4947854319803010250?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4947854319803010250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4947854319803010250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4947854319803010250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4947854319803010250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-flake-2-dates.html' title='First Flake = 2 Dates'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5563727421346393615</id><published>2007-05-24T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:26:08.696-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>My Free Implants</title><content type='html'>I stumble across this tonight: &lt;a href="http://myfreeimplants.com/"&gt;My Free Implants&lt;/a&gt;. First of all, what a great idea. I really can't be mad at someone who gets someone else to pay for something they want. I really can't, I think it's genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kills me is that the site directly geared towards guys to pay for some girl they don't know boob job. And by the way, you should not pay for someone you do know boob job unless it's one of your buddies and he is going to pull a &lt;a href="http://www.maximonline.com/articles/index.aspx?a_id=6641"&gt;Brian Zembic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great idea for girls, bad idea for guys to pay for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5563727421346393615?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5563727421346393615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5563727421346393615' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5563727421346393615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5563727421346393615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-free-implants.html' title='My Free Implants'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7016971473825204500</id><published>2007-05-24T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:13:14.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>The Classic</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I left a meeting in &lt;a href="http://www.culturaltourismdc.org/dch_tourism2608/dch_tourism_show.htm?doc_id=42784"&gt;Dupont&lt;/a&gt;. I was walking back to my car not thinking of anything in a particular. Ahead of me was a gorgeous blond and I stop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Hello. I'm sniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHBBlond&lt;/span&gt;: Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I'm having drinks with some friends tonight at &lt;a href="http://www.worldsbestbars.com/city/washington-dc/gazuza-washington-dc.htm"&gt;Gazuza&lt;/a&gt;. You should come join us. Here's my card, give me a call if you would like to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHBBlond&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away and she continued on her path. I smiled to myself and then I felt heat on my forehead and felt the sweat bead begin to form and the shear chill going from the top of my head all the way down my back. It's that feeling that you get when you have been studying for a test and you are so sure you aced it and then you realize that you did everything wrong. At that point, I broke out into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically did what every girl I have known has told me to do - Just introduce yourself and ask her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say I did not miss a beat, it was something that you would see in a movie. Picture perfect, no approach anxiety, no voice in my head, no quivering voice, perfect body language, perfect tone of voice, and complete AFC BS coming out of my mouth. I was on autopilot, just the wrong stuff came out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all know the answer to the &lt;a href="http://gameshowutopia.net/25kpyramid.htm"&gt;$25,000&lt;/a&gt; question: Did she call? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7016971473825204500?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7016971473825204500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7016971473825204500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7016971473825204500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7016971473825204500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/classic.html' title='The Classic'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-9198126385709034954</id><published>2007-05-22T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:48:59.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sites'/><title type='text'>Pickupedia</title><content type='html'>I stumble across this. It from Nerve.Com. They have &lt;a href="http://www.nerve.com/pickupedia/"&gt;Pickupedia&lt;/a&gt; filled with pick-up lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite so far is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This one only works on a woman holding a baby)&lt;br /&gt;"So, I see you like to fuck."&lt;br /&gt;- Kevin Lessard in Lines Involving Conception&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-9198126385709034954?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/9198126385709034954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=9198126385709034954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/9198126385709034954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/9198126385709034954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/pickupedia.html' title='Pickupedia'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1261251306380678345</id><published>2007-05-21T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:48:56.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Impromptu Day 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was beautiful here in DC. I was hoping to get out, but I was working on a proposal for this week. I got a call from HBHatian, I meet her Saturday night at Chroma, she looked much better on Sunday than on Saturday night so I upgraded her from a B to a HB (hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBHatian:&lt;/span&gt; Hey Sniper. What's up? We had blast last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper:&lt;/span&gt; A little recovering and a little working, just trying to be prepare for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBHatian:&lt;/span&gt; I'm meeting some friends at &lt;a href="http://www.arkrestaurants.com/section_home.cfm?section_id=1&amp;location_id=2&amp;restaurant_id=15"&gt;Sequoia's&lt;/a&gt;, you should come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper:&lt;/span&gt; Sounds good. I thinking around I should be ready around 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBHatian:&lt;/span&gt; Cool. See you down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along my day not thinking much about it; got ready and headed down there. When I first arrived I headed to the bar on the patio and called her; she wave me over to her. I headed to her table. There were four guys and two other girls. I greeted HBHatian with hug and a kiss on the cheek during the release I ran a squeeze test on her hand and she sqeezed back. Then I did something I thought was weird, instead of sitting down I walked around the table and introduced myself to everyone. As tempting as it was to naturally lean down I stood straight up and extended my hand, interesting enough people stood up and shook my hand. When I sat down I opened with how did everyone know each other. HBHatian was friends with the two girls (BSunny &amp; HBTiffany) and two of the guys, the two guys were friends of one of HBHatian's guy friends. Then we basically broke down into basic fluff chat ... great day to be out, basketball playoffs, random stuff, and people watching. It was actually nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 45 minutes of general fluff chat. I realized I was not prepared for this day 2. I asked HBHatian if she wanted to play &lt;a href="http://www.bristollair.com/outer-game/routines/games-and-tests/fuck-marry-kill.html"&gt;Marry, Kill, or Shag&lt;/a&gt;. We started and were laughing. BSunny asked what we were doing when we told her she wanted to join in, so we let her. The two random guys left and went to hang out at the bar. (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing Marry, Kill, or Shag. HBHatian and I were in I guess comfort. Just chatting and flirting nothing too heavy, but lots of &lt;a href="http://www.fastseduction.com/cgi-bin/fswiki.cgi?Kino"&gt;kino&lt;/a&gt; ... touching each other as we talked, pushing each other away as we joke with each other. Around 6:30, we close the tab. I walked her and her girlfriends back to their car holding her hand just chatting and we ended with a nice little kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a great time yesterday. I almost felt natural. I do think I need to come up with a Day 2 plan, a couple of stories, games, and &lt;a href="http://www.fastseduction.com/cgi-bin/fswiki.cgi?action=browse&amp;id=Display_Of_High_Value&amp;oldid=DHV"&gt;dhvs&lt;/a&gt;. I think I got lucky for reason I just on the right wavelength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for the guys that live in DC, this was the first time in a long time that I saw numerous 10s, like most places you may see 4 or 5 during the night but last Sunday on the G'Town waterfront, they were all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1261251306380678345?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1261251306380678345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1261251306380678345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1261251306380678345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1261251306380678345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/impromptu-day-2.html' title='Impromptu Day 2'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6444596559970266571</id><published>2007-05-20T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:00:19.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Stupid</title><content type='html'>Last night I sent an email to my 20 friends (10 girls &amp; 10 guys) asking them if they wanted to join me in my night game. Basically, it a list of 10 things to do design to make me more social and to approach more. Every girl responded yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some responses from guys:&lt;br /&gt;- This is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not doing that.&lt;br /&gt;- You're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;- What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;- That's gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit Chroma, Citron, Lucky Bar, Mie-n-Yue, and Blue Gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys I was hanging with were not playing and standing around and drinking so I pretty much ditch them and went on my own to complete the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours later, I completed 9 of the task. I opened 15 sets, got 3 emails, 7 phone numbers. We all met a Blue Gin at 2am to check-in and show pictures (proof) that we completed our tasks. Kittycat won because she completed all ten task and got two different guys to buy her a bottle of champagne each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal. I had a blast. The girls had a blast. So was it stupid? I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6444596559970266571?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6444596559970266571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6444596559970266571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6444596559970266571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6444596559970266571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-stupid.html' title='This is Stupid'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1013637698983945703</id><published>2007-05-16T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:39:33.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>My Big Mouth</title><content type='html'>This started last night and I have been on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Former Boss&lt;/span&gt;: Congratulations. I hope we can work together in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;(This guy put me in the poor house while helping promote girls he was trying to impress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While standing waiting for the train:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HB&lt;/span&gt;: (Huffs) Can you move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Yep. (But I didn't move because I would have ended up on the train tracks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beggar&lt;/span&gt;: (Who I saw walk then open a wheelchair and sit down) Can you help me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBSharon&lt;/span&gt;: How come you don't call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: What would you like me to call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hotel Clerk&lt;/span&gt;: (After I waited a minute while he tried to pick a woman) Um, Sir, Can I help you with something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: You had your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Waitress&lt;/span&gt;: Glad to see you made it. You were keep us waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I was fixing my hair. (I shave my hair bald)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At CVS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BWoman&lt;/span&gt;: Do you work here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Are asking me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hour (Mie-n_Yue) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMOG&lt;/span&gt;: Nice shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: That's cute. You like me. (Credit: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lance Mason&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The One&lt;/span&gt;: I free on Thursday for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Great! What are you making?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1013637698983945703?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1013637698983945703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1013637698983945703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1013637698983945703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1013637698983945703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-big-mouth.html' title='My Big Mouth'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2869859848956840893</id><published>2007-05-15T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:04:23.989-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>This Stuff Works</title><content type='html'>I am taking a moment to write while on the road. The past 16 days have been extremely busy, stressful, and fun. Two weeks ago, while I was in DC, I hosted a fundraiser that went extremely well, it also kicked me into gear because while I knew the majority of the people, there was still quite a few I did not, I had no choice to introduce myself and introduce them some of the guests and speakers. I had a blast. I left that night on a high, only to get home and find a letter from the IRS, which was gonna cost me a ton of money. I called my accountants and lawyer to find out what was going on and basically, my lawyer ‘forgot’ to file a simple piece of paperwork. FIRED!!! Immediately after I let him go, I pretty much realized that this firm was pretty much connected to every part of my work world. Oh, well??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I plowed through my work out, my work schedule, and went out and had a blast. I was so tempted to drink, but I didn’t, I’m glad I didn’t because I spent the next day putting out fires over tiniest things, but also because I was just plowing through approaches that night. I used the same opener (jealous girlfriend) again and again a sets to just opened up. Granted I blotched a few, because I was just surprised and thinking too much in my head, but it was a great learning experience. I spent that weekend in Phoenix and Chicago working and going out. I do know if I was being rude, but the guys I was out with were being lame just standing around so I just created my own adventures. I just kept approaching I made a lot of ‘bar’ friends and met couple of people that I would hang out with if I make it back that way. That weekend really instilled in me that all of this works even when I not completely in the mood. I finally came up with my own opener that has been doing well so far, it came about when this guy was trying to blow me out of set by commenting on my shirt, it actually sealed the deal for me and this girl I was sarging two Saturday nights ago. Awesome. I actually broke 100 approaches that weekend. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of approaches, while it is still possible to end up with a 1000. I really doubt I gonna make it, but I’m still gonna try, but I taking off the site. IT’S DEPRESSING ME!!! Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was filled with me as according to my cousin ‘harassing women’ in Sarasota. Kind of interesting because I actually 5 numbers, 2 day-twos, and one kiss close. It was a great learning experience, I never thought I could do well with southern gals. But once again, what I thought was completely different from reality. That’s seems to be my theme for the past two weeks, all my worst fears have not come true. I did get yelled, but it was because I went into AFC mode and trying to tell this HB that there was bug in her hair (there really was). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIPER: (softly) Um, um, um, excuse me, miss …&lt;br /&gt;HBBug: (loudly) WHAT!??&lt;br /&gt;SNIPER: (smiling and looking at the bug in her hair) Um, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha… I deserve it for being timid, but I also laughed because I could not take her seriously with a bug in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with the ‘one’ on Sunday. It is kind of interesting when you lose your lust and the oh, my god I love for a girl that all of a sudden you’re like what the hell was I thinking. She is definitely smart and beautiful, but she is so negative. I never realized that before, maybe it was because I was in aw. Who knows. We had a great time. Nothing came out of it, she emailed me yesterday thanking for dinner and a good time. We are suppose to have drinks when I get back this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,  I have to get back to work. I’m about to burn another bridge. Oh, well, the a**hole should have given me a bonus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2869859848956840893?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2869859848956840893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2869859848956840893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2869859848956840893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2869859848956840893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-stuff-works.html' title='This Stuff Works'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4568216515524116950</id><published>2007-05-04T05:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T05:54:25.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Style's Evolution Phase Shift (Animated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ECbsQIvRkEY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ECbsQIvRkEY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has been floating on youtube. If you get a chance read some of the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find stuff like this:&lt;br /&gt;quemacha  &lt;br /&gt;I am a woman, so I know how I like to be treated, and I definitely would never allow a man to manhandle me like that. You want seductive? Watch Ralph Macchio and Elisabeth Shue in the "Karate Kid" or Roberto Benigni and Nicoletta Braschi in "Life Is Beautiful." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4568216515524116950?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4568216515524116950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4568216515524116950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4568216515524116950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4568216515524116950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/style-evolution-phase-shift-animated.html' title='Style&amp;#39;s Evolution Phase Shift (Animated)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7724055873430707736</id><published>2007-05-01T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:54:22.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Prize Thinking</title><content type='html'>I opened ten sets throughout the day. There was a trigger point. I was standing in line at Caribou Coffee. A girl glanced at me and I glanced back. I thought she was cute and also felt that she was really checking me out - I'm the prize I thought. I walked over and introduced myself, we had the quickest conversation about 45 seconds, nothing came out of it because I had no real plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am like most guys you jump into this. Read everything and try everything. The thing is I have read some many different things that I really don't have any consistent  method that I follow. Swingcat's book is great, but I think I read it at the wrong time without a full understanding. Yes, I'm a prize, but I am a man so I must approach. This is where I get hung up if I am the prize then why should I approach, why should I be social, why should I build/refine my identity, the act of doing these things actually means I am not the prize. Right? I do not think so. What I have come to believe is that in order to be the prize, I must do all those things and many more. It kind of like wishful thinking, if I do not take action then I can not be the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what I'm trying to say is action equals results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7724055873430707736?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7724055873430707736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7724055873430707736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7724055873430707736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7724055873430707736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/05/prize-thinking.html' title='Prize Thinking'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-9007044225078592246</id><published>2007-04-30T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:16:01.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Spilling the beans</title><content type='html'>So I have been on the road for the past two weeks, not all work, I went to two weddings. I learn something from one of the bridesmaid apparently at my friend's wife bachelorette party, each girl was giving a list of tasks to accomplish ranging from getting your picture taking with such an such guy; getting a guy to buy you a certain drink; dancing with a certain type of guy. I thought that was pretty cool, because it force people to go out and interact with others. I have kind of adapted to help me along. It's ten task a day mostly focusing on approaching. Last week it focused on field testing a new opener which was basically something like "Hey, great shirt. Did you make?" To my surprise, it actually did lead to some great conversations. I just need to work out the next piece to it, some type of transitioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Phoenix, last week I was hit with some serious AA. And the way, I overcame it is probably not the best way but just let out in a scream. Not one of those brief grunts, but a long primal scream, one which you are out of breath when you are done. It seems to clear my mind. One tip, don't do this on the street. I just began taking a minute before I step out of hotel room and scream into the pillow that probably why I was out of breath. hahaha... Began meditating last Wednesday, after reading about it from Dr. Benzer's newsletter. Wow, it's a lot harder than I thought completely clearing your mind is a tough thing to do so many things pass through appointments, who need to call, what bills you forgot to pay, why didn't you do x, y, z ... But I do think I'm slowly learning right now I'm only at 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the year, I was whining about daygame. Well, mine sucks, but I'm plowing through it. I think the past year I was no focus on certain results versus completely learning the process. I have gotten back to taking it slowly. I have been trying to be more social versus more pua meaning focusing on having a good time than focusing on which woman to open. So I'm becoming that guy, you know the one that is talking to people in line, walking down the street, at the counter, on the metro; which I once thought was annoying, but it has actually open a lot of opportunities. I think gone back to do everything opposite of my mind thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is I use to think that by drinking you can get on the same vibe as everyone it is exactly the opposite at least for me, with small amounts of alcohol I become quiet with large amounts of alcohol I become social, but I'm drunk; with no alcohol I become social or talkative because I'm bored. It's the strangest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is a random stream of consciousness post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-9007044225078592246?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/9007044225078592246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=9007044225078592246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/9007044225078592246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/9007044225078592246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/spilling-beans.html' title='Spilling the beans'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7904136483348657826</id><published>2007-04-13T06:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:21:45.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Openers for Women</title><content type='html'>I personally to do not like the new fade of wearing t-shirts out on town at but they do provide an opportunity for people to start a conversation. Here DC, there is a new company, &lt;a href="http://www.singletease.com/"&gt;singletease.com&lt;/a&gt;, that specializes in making t-shirts for women to help get the conversation going. They fairly simple and straight forward and cute. They are a tone version of &lt;a href="http://www.bustedtees.com/"&gt;busted tees&lt;/a&gt;. Check out the Washingtonian write-up: &lt;a href="http://washingtonian.com/articles/capitalcomment/3761.html"&gt;A Girl’s Gotta Do ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7904136483348657826?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7904136483348657826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7904136483348657826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7904136483348657826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7904136483348657826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/openers-for-women.html' title='Openers for Women'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8016924167107120809</id><published>2007-04-12T06:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:06:37.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>The 100 unsexiest men 2007</title><content type='html'>Whew...I didn't make the list. &lt;a href="http://www.thephoenix.com/article_ektid37369.aspx"&gt;The 100 unsexiest men 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check number 80.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8016924167107120809?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8016924167107120809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8016924167107120809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8016924167107120809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8016924167107120809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/100-unsexiest-men-2007.html' title='The 100 unsexiest men 2007'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-4770622213803525002</id><published>2007-04-11T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:54:32.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm too lazy to go back upstairs</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m heading to Mackey&amp;#39;s to meet Jackrabbit. Yeah, he&amp;#39;s alive; he went AC to gamble, WTF?&lt;p&gt;In the elevator:&lt;p&gt;Sniper: Is it still cold outside?&lt;br&gt;BFur: I think so.&lt;br&gt;Sniper: Where ya heading?&lt;br&gt;BFur: Third Edition&lt;p&gt;Elevator opens, we get out. I look in the mirror and put on my hat and check myself; BFur does the same to herself giggling. &lt;p&gt;BFur: Only girls do that.&lt;br&gt;Sniper: Not all girls are as good looking as I am.&lt;br&gt;BFur: (cracks up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-4770622213803525002?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4770622213803525002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=4770622213803525002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4770622213803525002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/4770622213803525002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-im-too-lazy-to-go-back-upstairs.html' title='Because I&apos;m too lazy to go back upstairs'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-32644576097573480</id><published>2007-04-11T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:44:37.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>It’s Not You, It’s Your Apartment (NYT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/29/garden/29breakers.html?ei=5090&amp;en=17f078662ad03f92&amp;ex=1332820800&amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;emc=rss&amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;It’s Not You, It’s Your Apartment&lt;/a&gt; is an article about how your apartment can kill the mood. &lt;a href="www.badboylifestyles.com"&gt;Badboy&lt;/a&gt; has a newsletter out speaking about having your home prepared which kind of hits some of these topics. But as you read through this article, it becomes more apparent that it's not really the bedsheets or the crammed apartment, but people's own little idiosyncrasies that are the deal killer. For me, it might be may undying fanship to &lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really freaks me out is one of the guys is a dating advice writer. ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-32644576097573480?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/32644576097573480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=32644576097573480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/32644576097573480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/32644576097573480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-not-you-its-your-apartment-nyt.html' title='It’s Not You, It’s Your Apartment (NYT)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2654922198956368870</id><published>2007-04-11T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:55:32.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I just finish going through my email from when I was on the road. I am done. For now, on I am only subscribed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Xuma’s Podcast&lt;br /&gt;The Seduction King Podcast&lt;br /&gt;StyleLife&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Method &lt;br /&gt;Mehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seem to be the emails, newsletters, and podcasts that I actually read, and give some important information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that everyone in the seduction community is producing so much stuff that you just can’t stay focus, not only that everyone is trying to sell their products. I support folks trying to make money but come on, do you have to try sell me your product everyday and on top of that do you have to make your topics so depressing: ‘Sick of Being Alone’, ‘Why aren’t you successful with women’, etc … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will now get five emails a day versus ungodly amount I was getting before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2654922198956368870?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2654922198956368870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2654922198956368870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2654922198956368870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2654922198956368870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-828752351034856218</id><published>2007-04-10T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:10:26.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Disappearing Jackrabbit</title><content type='html'>Jackrabbit and I ended up at K St on Sunday night. We got there around 10:30. From the hassle at the door we thought it would be packed. It had a lot of people but it was not  having people wait in line a lot of people. What I found most interesting was that there were more women than men and it stayed that way until we left (well, until I left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackrabbit and I went straight to the middle of the bar. It was fairly easy to do. It was kind of strange because a large portion of the guys were in the VIP section and the majority of the women were in the main area. K St has very simple layout, it's a rectangle, long bar against one wall and a VIP section against the other, and middle just open where could stand or dance. By far this was probably of the easiest places to approach because everyone next to us were women. Many of our sets lasted about 5 minutes, because I just could take how some of these girls were talking. I was actually being picky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackrabbit and I both spotted HBPochantas and made a line towards her. She had three friends with her so I freaking beta myself and approached them because Jackrabbit insisted eventhough I advice against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Heys, real quick, (text message break-up opener)&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Get out. That just happened to our friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: How did she take it? blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;Girls: blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually held my own. My biggest problem was that I got stuck in trying to figure out which one to isolate. I basically negged and teased all 3 of them, having a great time. I finally looked over to introduce Jackrabbit, but he was gone, but HBPochanatas was still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excused myself and went searching for him - Nada. Called him - Nada. Texted him - Nada. It crazy Jackrabbit has disappeared, still have not heard from him. Hopefully, he will pop up before Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-828752351034856218?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/828752351034856218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=828752351034856218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/828752351034856218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/828752351034856218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/disappearing-jackrabbit.html' title='Disappearing Jackrabbit'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6931588076229714846</id><published>2007-04-10T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:31:13.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Luck Three Set</title><content type='html'>Saturday, I hit &lt;a href="http://www.cafecitrondc.com"&gt;Citron&lt;/a&gt;. Barman was bartending and MB was actually hanging out. I walked in and greeted the bouncer, owner, and coat check girl. Then walked right smack into the wall of people, which is kind of weird because to five steps pass them the bar was relative open. I saw MB, we said hello. Next to MB was this girl. I looked her, she looked at me. In the back of my mind, I heard GO. I step towards her and realize she was with friends, but I opened anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Hi, I'm Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;HBCristina: I'm Cristina.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Where are you guys from?&lt;br /&gt;HBCristina: We are from Texas. (Introduces me to her friends and continues) We went to High School together, but different colleges. I moved here ... (Fluff talk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce MB. We all basically fluff talked for about 45 minutes. The best part was guys kept by these girls drinks and they kept talking and dancing around. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Style&lt;/span&gt; number closed HBCristina and bounce with MB to &lt;a href="http://www.bluegindc.com/"&gt;Blue Gin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6931588076229714846?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6931588076229714846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6931588076229714846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6931588076229714846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6931588076229714846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/luck-three-set.html' title='Luck Three Set'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1020580201527298652</id><published>2007-04-10T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:45:23.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgh Technology!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been posting but nothing has been making it to the site because I was trying to do it by mobile. Anyway, I will continue to try to it by mobile and via computer. Arrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1020580201527298652?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1020580201527298652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1020580201527298652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1020580201527298652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1020580201527298652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/04/arrgh-technology.html' title='Arrgh Technology!!!'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8392987032719549463</id><published>2007-03-28T18:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:56:48.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing for Blogger on the Go for Killing the AFC in me</title><content type='html'>Trying to learn how to post to my blog from my Blackberry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8392987032719549463?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8392987032719549463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8392987032719549463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8392987032719549463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8392987032719549463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/03/testing-for-blogger-on-go-for-killing.html' title='Testing for Blogger on the Go for Killing the AFC in me'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5526886254253554945</id><published>2007-03-28T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:44:43.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Back in DC</title><content type='html'>So I'm back in DC. I apologize for not posting. I will be responding to comments shortly. Anyway, I'm half to goal of saving money. I definitely hit that one. Reading is picking; I ordered some new pua materials when I was on the road; I'll post some reviews hopefully this weekend. Despite all the people, I meet I only did 9 real approaches, I'm sure Modern Savage is in the hundreds by now; I'm going to have to pick up the pace, originally 3 a day was a realistic goal now I think I have to do 6 or 7, we'll see how it will go. Gotta jet, it's too nice outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5526886254253554945?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5526886254253554945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5526886254253554945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5526886254253554945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5526886254253554945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-back-in-dc.html' title='So Back in DC'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1537093449027511074</id><published>2007-03-28T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:23:42.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>This is not Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/RgrcOGmli6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9oXrynJlcdc/s1600-h/FPI609080369V2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/RgrcOGmli6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9oXrynJlcdc/s320/FPI609080369V2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047088467270798242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get back to DC from being on the road for a month, the weather is great, and a lot of women are wearing this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not fashion despite what people are saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1537093449027511074?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1537093449027511074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1537093449027511074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1537093449027511074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1537093449027511074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-not-fashion.html' title='This is not Fashion'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/RgrcOGmli6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9oXrynJlcdc/s72-c/FPI609080369V2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3558989198685279652</id><published>2007-03-28T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:23:42.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Meggings??? (No Coment)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/RgrNTmmli5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/v2p9SlG1GgQ/s1600-h/marni001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/RgrNTmmli5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/v2p9SlG1GgQ/s320/marni001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047072069085662098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so horrified that I'm speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3558989198685279652?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3558989198685279652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3558989198685279652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3558989198685279652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3558989198685279652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/03/meggings-no-coment.html' title='Meggings??? (No Coment)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MlDL-AOlzc/RgrNTmmli5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/v2p9SlG1GgQ/s72-c/marni001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2325348524914864897</id><published>2007-02-21T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:11:30.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Martini Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I spent most of my yesterday going through my usual routine – gym and work. Kittycat gave me a call around 5:30; she and Jackrabbit were having martinis at the &lt;a href="http://capitalhotelswdc.com/BBGWDC_com/"&gt;Beacon&lt;/a&gt;. I headed down there at about 6:30 and they were still there. We chatted for a while, busting on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittycat was taking about a case she had and this mix-set interrupted her and they all started talking about law school, law firms, blah, blah, blah…HBBlue asked if I was lawyer too. I responded with, “No, that’s why I have Kittycat around to get me out of trouble”. She giggled. We fluff talked a bit. HBBlue goes into interview mode. I deflect her question making her ask three times before giving her a real answer. She giggling and enjoying herself. I should have taken her questions as IOIs, but it was until she said, “you have a nice smile” that when the wheels started turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBBlue&lt;/span&gt;: “You know I like preppy guys” (Was this an IOD?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: (Kept looking in her eyes…I had no response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBBlue&lt;/span&gt;: “ We went to &lt;a href="http://www.1223dc.com/"&gt;Spank&lt;/a&gt; last weekend, it was too pack”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: “&lt;a href="http://www.modern-dc.com/"&gt;Modern&lt;/a&gt; is pretty cool on Friday nights and &lt;a href="http://www.fivedc.com/"&gt;Five&lt;/a&gt; usually have good DJs on Saturdays”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBBlue&lt;/span&gt;: “Are you guys there a lot?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: “Most weekends”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get interrupted. Her friends are about to leave. She comes back and gives me her card and says drop her a line when we head out this weekend. I take her card, write number on the back of it, rip it in half and hand the other half to her with a pen and she writes her number on it and we exchange. (modified Style number close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no idea what I was thinking. I missed a lot of cues early in the conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2325348524914864897?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2325348524914864897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2325348524914864897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2325348524914864897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2325348524914864897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/02/martini-tuesday.html' title='Martini Tuesday'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-9199787386885562689</id><published>2007-02-20T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:11:30.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Lazy Monday</title><content type='html'>I landed back in DC on Sunday so my weekend was kind of a bust at least for socializing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, instead of coming back home after the gym, I decided to work at Starbucks. It has been a long time since I done that I need to do that everyday. It much better than just working from home or at the office. I made no approaches there, but did involved in a few conversations, nothing too special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch at Benihana’s. Most people don’t like that place but I love it, especially their sushi bar which is kinda weird because the sushi chefs are all from Latin America. Not much going on there so I just ate my lunch and made a couple of phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jackrabbit has been hitting happy hours a lot getting ready for summer, I guess. He drop me a line, wanting to hit the Science Club. I passed by his office around 5:30 and we roll over there. Not much going on upstairs, but there were some empty seats at the bar so we had a drink there. Eventually, more people head in and start to get a little crowded. Jackrabbit and I were chatting about work and random other stuff. There was mixed-set behind us (1 guy/ 3 girls). One of the girls leaned over to order some drinks and open her with “Hey, what’s your name?”. She responded with BElena and I launched right into the ring finger routine (credit Style). She got into it and introduced her friends and I introduced Jackrabbit. We fluffed for a while and one of her friends, HBLansing mentioned Battlestar Galactic and busted on her for being a sci-fi geek since I am one also. Anyway, HBLansing and I get in this huge discussion about it the 70s, 80s, and current version to which we lost everyone. Jackrabbit and I both got BElena and HBLansing numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not too bad for Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-9199787386885562689?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/9199787386885562689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=9199787386885562689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/9199787386885562689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/9199787386885562689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/02/lazy-monday.html' title='Lazy Monday'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-1898481475412873816</id><published>2007-02-15T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:06:33.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching Gears</title><content type='html'>Over the past two weeks, I have been pretty busy with work and have not had any real chance to go out except for dinner and maybe a drink. I have been on the road for the past two weekends which as cut into my time to do meet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, with the help of Jackrabbit who has been pushing me to go out to happy hour when I'm town I think I have found a new environment in which to practice, increase my social circles, and have fun. While this is great, it still does not excuse me from not practicing all the time, no matter where I am at. I think I still have some type of mental block on this or that I'm more comfortable at a club than at a Starbuck's or at an airport which when you truely take a look around the workday or the end of the workday seems to have more quality and quantity of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Monday while stretching at the gym I looked over next to me and said Hi to the girl next to me. She responded with Hi and then we basically went into fluff talk. Nothing special, I made another gym friend and I made first ever 6:00am approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, Jackrabbit texted me to go to happy hour at Old Glory's. We had down and hit the bar. The two girls sitting next to us where doing shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Jeez, it's 6 on a Monday and you are already doing shots. I don't want your job.&lt;br /&gt;HBs: (laugh) Yeah, we had a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced Jackrabbitt. They introduced themselve, HBAllie and HBSoni. They do marketing for the Hilton. We chatted pretty much about nothing, but we all had this playful banter going on. We splits some appertizers. I number HBSoni and Jackrabitt number close HBAllie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not bad for a Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-1898481475412873816?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1898481475412873816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=1898481475412873816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1898481475412873816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/1898481475412873816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/02/switching-gears.html' title='Switching Gears'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-23292295401034818</id><published>2007-01-30T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:52:30.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A wholesome Encounter (A Failure to Escalate or Game)</title><content type='html'>I got back to DC late this Friday around 11pm or so. I ate real quick, showered, and headed to &lt;a href="http://www.bluegindc.com/"&gt;Blue Gin&lt;/a&gt;. It sucked. Jackrabbit texted me saying he was down at &lt;a href="http://www.matelounge.com/"&gt;Mate&lt;/a&gt;. So I head down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pleasant surprise? Lot’s of targets and bartendresses are smoking. The crowd has definitely changed since summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had know idea what to do first. It was like going to a buffet when you have not eaten in two days, you just want everything. So just headed to the bar and open the first girl, I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, How’s it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Girl looks at Sniper and walks away&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order a diet coke with a big smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBIndra&lt;/span&gt;: Why do you have a such a big smile on your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I have you ever realized that something is going to be a big challenge and you just accept it. It’s like a big burden has been lifted off your shoulders because you just accept the situation and work through challenge until you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBIndra&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, no. I like things easy and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBIndra&lt;/span&gt;: No really, blah, blah, blah something about school…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone reason, we just keep talking to each other about a little bit of everything. Before I knew it was 2. I had know I idea what had happened, I was enjoying myself, no routines or gimmicks; lots of kino though. I number closed her. I doubt that anything will come out of it, because I failed to escalate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-23292295401034818?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/23292295401034818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=23292295401034818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/23292295401034818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/23292295401034818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/wholesome-encounter-failure-to-escalate.html' title='A wholesome Encounter (A Failure to Escalate or Game)'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8312521711689421367</id><published>2007-01-30T16:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:11:30.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>FR: HBLisa</title><content type='html'>Most of the time I stay away from &lt;a href="http://www.cafecitrondc.com/cl_aboutus_n.aspx?index=-1"&gt;Café Citron&lt;/a&gt;, but I got three friends bartending there now - Barman, Dominican, and Salvador. Barman bugged me to come down. So I texted KittyCat and Jackrabbit to meet me down there. I get there and of course there’s a crazy line. I walked to the rope and Dominican was out smoking a cigarette so he introduced me to the bouncer and they let me in. This place was packed tight mostly with guys looking at girls dancing in the booths. I managed to squeezed my way to the center of the bar where Barman was; We chatted a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sticking to my mantra while getting squeezed to death. I opened this mix set (guy/girl) next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: How long have ya’ll been here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bends around the guy&lt;/span&gt;) Me and my friends have been here for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Has it been this packed since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guy to Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Wanna shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Um, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl to Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Where you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Get out of here. I went to Rutgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I know it very well. I have spent many drunk nights at the Scarlet Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Guy gives girl a shot and guy leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: So what’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: I’m BLily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Nice to meet ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLily&lt;/span&gt;: Nice to meet ya, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up mostly talking about the Jersey shore. KittyCat and Jackrabbit showed up so I number close BLily and head to &lt;a href="http://www.mienyu.com/index.shtml"&gt;Mie-n-Yu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the downstairs bar at Mie-n-Yu was not packed but it was filled with guys. KittyCat was happy. Jackrabbit and I went upstairs and ran into friends. Nothing was really going and all of the sudden the upstairs bar was packed mostly mixed sets. Jackrabbit and I were chatting about his trip to Europe and I saw a very nice looking Asian girl. We made eye contact, I smiled, she smiled, and I left Jackrabbit in mid-sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Hi, I’m Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBLisa&lt;/span&gt;: Hi, I’m Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: How come I have never seen you here before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBLisa&lt;/span&gt;: Because I have never been here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Here. (Holding out my arm) I’ll give you a tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HBLisa&lt;/span&gt;: (Grabs my arm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take her down to the basement where the bathrooms are, then to where the cage is, introduce her to the bouncers, and the whole time we are doing the usual where you from, what do you do, blah, blah, blah … usual nice conversation stuff. We head back upstairs and I introduce her to Jackrabbit and  number closed her with watching football at &lt;a href="http://www.oldglorybbq.com/"&gt;Old Glory’s&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8312521711689421367?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8312521711689421367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8312521711689421367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8312521711689421367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8312521711689421367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/fr-hblisa.html' title='FR: HBLisa'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-3219683255199681643</id><published>2007-01-22T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:11:30.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>I lost your keys; Day 2 HBLisa</title><content type='html'>Jackrabitt, HBLisa, SHBHotassbartender, KittyCat, Barman, and I get stinking drunk watching the games at &lt;a href="http://www.oldglorybbq.com/"&gt;Old Glory’s&lt;/a&gt;. Jackrabitt ends up hooking with some random girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jackrabbit&lt;/span&gt;: What’s the deal? Are you going home with HBLisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: I don’t think I can walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jackrabbit&lt;/span&gt;: Can I have your keys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Sure. Just change the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barman invites us all back to his place and Jackrabbit jets with his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Barman’s place, I get a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jackrabbit&lt;/span&gt;: Dude, I lost your keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: We just left 10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jackrabbit&lt;/span&gt;: I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we make the cab turn around which it’s costing us $15 since it’s snow and not $8 to go get Jackrabbit and his girl (I have absolutely no idea what her name is or what she looks like).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then head to Barman’s place for more drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, HBLisa and I makeout and pass out on the couch. That’s all I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-3219683255199681643?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3219683255199681643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=3219683255199681643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3219683255199681643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/3219683255199681643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-lost-your-keys-day-2-hblisa.html' title='I lost your keys; Day 2 HBLisa'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-6479692186301655604</id><published>2007-01-20T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:36:46.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geting Back into the Flow</title><content type='html'>Starting off my night with my mantra of “I’m not going to be a loser”. I walked into &lt;a href="http://www.agua-ardiente.com/"&gt;Agua Ardiente&lt;/a&gt; and open the first people (4 set guys) I saw at the bar. Nothing spectacular just a simple. Hey, How’s it going? Which led to a bunch of fluff talk mostly football. With that out of the way, I was feeling better, no butterflies and I turned opened two girls standing next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, How’s it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TwoSet&lt;/span&gt; (BHeidi/BMelissa): blah, blah, blah … It’s kinda boring in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Check out, Cloud. It’s packed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TwoSet&lt;/span&gt; (BHeidi/BMelissa):: Naw, too many people. Are there any more lounges around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Check out &lt;a href="http://www.worldsbestbars.com/city/washington-dc/18th-st-lounge-washington-dc.htm"&gt;18th Street Lounge&lt;/a&gt; on M St and 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TwoSet&lt;/span&gt; (BHeidi/BMelissa): Cool. Are you heading there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Not tonight. On Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TwoSet&lt;/span&gt; (BHeidi/BMelissa): We are gonna check it out tonight if it’s fun, we’ll stop by on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TwoSet&lt;/span&gt; (BHeidi/BMelissa): What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Sniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BHeidi&lt;/span&gt;: I’m Bheidi and this BMelissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sniper&lt;/span&gt;: Nice to meet ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TwoSet&lt;/span&gt; (BHeidi/BMelissa): Same here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they bounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how most of Friday night went. No set plan just opening random sets. I really didn’t use any material. I just trying to get back into the flow. It was kind of nice. I approached 6 mix sets just making bar friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-6479692186301655604?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6479692186301655604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=6479692186301655604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6479692186301655604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/6479692186301655604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/geting-back-into-flow.html' title='Geting Back into the Flow'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-7206793911615494368</id><published>2007-01-19T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:37:50.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down, but not Out</title><content type='html'>Wow, since last Friday, I have been very sick. It just wiped me out and I think every last bit of substance in my body. I finally began to feel better yesterday. The good news is I lost all my holiday weight and I saved a bunched on money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be heading out to night even though it's crazy windy and cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-7206793911615494368?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7206793911615494368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=7206793911615494368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7206793911615494368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/7206793911615494368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/down-but-not-out.html' title='Down, but not Out'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2805299081648111336</id><published>2007-01-10T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:17:12.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mantra</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my friend BH called up asked if I wanted to grab a drink at Mie-n-Yue. Of course I said yeah. So as I'm heading into &lt;a href="http://www.mienyu.com/"&gt;Mie-n-Yue&lt;/a&gt;, he calls up and says he gonna be about 15 minutes late. I head to the bar, thinking I am not going stand around like a loser. I opened a a guy and girl with "Hey, What's going on?". They responded with they were new into town. I gave them some places to hit for drinks and dinner. Eventually, we started talking about the Florida win, the bartender joins in, the conversation eventually goes into one those bar banters where everyone is talking about a little bit of this and a little bit of that, nothing too serious nothing too boring and more people are joining in. BH shows up and we chat, have a drink, and generally engage people in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted this is not my greatest pua moment, but I think I have found my matra -- "I'm not going to stand around like a loser".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2805299081648111336?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2805299081648111336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2805299081648111336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2805299081648111336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2805299081648111336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-mantra.html' title='New Mantra'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-2893505684315589291</id><published>2007-01-09T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:22:58.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Xuma'/><title type='text'>Imagination vs. Reality</title><content type='html'>This weekend I did not go out at all. I had to work and put proposals together. All in all not bad, but I am sure I miss some opportunities to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I received an email from “The One” saying that we’ll speak over drinks soon. While we have kept in touch it has been mostly business related, gossip about friends or politics, birthday and holiday greetings. Nothing else. When I got her email I assumed that she’s going to work on one of the presidentials, but my mind began to wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she moving back to DC? Is transferring schools? Did she quit school and is moving back? Etc… A thousand of hopeful questions and thoughts came to mind, yet none of them were based on any fact or reality. It was just a simple email message, I have no idea what she is going to tell me or talk to me about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Xuma has a podcast about this exact same mindset or thinking where guys jump to a conclusion may not exist or take a little bit of information and run with it in our imagination where in reality the conclusion or facts are completely the opposite of what we are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here what I take from this is that I allowed myself to ponder possibilities that may only be wishful thinking from a simple email. I am glad I caught it because it is one of those fantasies that would definitely drop me down a hole where I do not want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-2893505684315589291?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2893505684315589291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=2893505684315589291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2893505684315589291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/2893505684315589291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/imagination-vs-reality.html' title='Imagination vs. Reality'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-604758599023276855</id><published>2007-01-03T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:11:30.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Reports'/><title type='text'>Approaches 1 - 2</title><content type='html'>So my day started out as usual hitting the gym except for some reason I walked. I guess now that I have residential sticker there was no real reason to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I entered the gym just thinking about my workout. Smiling as usual and thinking about who could this girl (who just walked past me) be talking to at 5:30 am. I get dress and started to stretch. While stretching I starting talking to this girl next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;HBAsstManager:Morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: I have not notice you here before.&lt;br /&gt;HBAsstManager: I just started working here, I'm the new Assistant Manger.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Cool. Just don't charge me $20 to bring a guest.&lt;br /&gt;HBAsstManager: {giggles} It's policy.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: I see how you are. I gotta get to my workout. See ya, around.&lt;br /&gt;HBAsstManager: Have a good work out.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1:00 pm, I had discovered I had nothing in the refrigerator to make lunch so I headed out to Safeway. I was walking around not paying attention and turned the corner to walk down the aisle and nearly walked into this cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Oh, excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;BAussie: Oops, Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: He looks nothing like you.&lt;br /&gt;BAussie: I'm his nanny.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: Are you Australian?&lt;br /&gt;BAussie: How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: You sound like a friend of mine from Perth.&lt;br /&gt;BAussie: (Fluff)&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: (Fluff)... My friends and I have been checking out $4 Martini's at the Beacon.&lt;br /&gt;BAussie: Sounds cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: {smiles} That's why they are $4.&lt;br /&gt;BAussie: {giggles}&lt;br /&gt;Sniper: See ya.&lt;br /&gt;BAussie: Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing to flashy today. I should have number close BAussie, it did not occur to me until I was in the checkout line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-604758599023276855?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/604758599023276855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=604758599023276855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/604758599023276855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/604758599023276855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/approaches-1-2.html' title='Approaches 1 - 2'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-5769572823079503814</id><published>2007-01-02T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:09:13.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Off the New Year</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had fun and safe holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was a great year for on several levels for me. I was able to save some money, started a company (made a nice little profit), met some great people, and dating a couple of great women. None which would not have been possible without discovering this community and starting my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set-up a couple goals for next year: learning how to scuba dive, making a 1,000 approaches, learning a martial art, reading a book a week, saving a bunch of money, and taking acting classes. All which are possible with discipline. In 2006, I was focused on work and social skills which went well for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm looking to become I guess a more well rounded. I don't know, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-5769572823079503814?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5769572823079503814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=5769572823079503814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5769572823079503814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/5769572823079503814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/starting-off-new-year.html' title='Starting Off the New Year'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12224619.post-8073526120582292462</id><published>2007-01-01T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:31:52.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12224619-8073526120582292462?l=afcdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8073526120582292462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12224619&amp;postID=8073526120582292462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8073526120582292462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12224619/posts/default/8073526120582292462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afcdies.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!!'/><author><name>Sniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18140588736639031088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
