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September 28, 2007

Routines, contact closing, escalation, and K-town

Filed under: Awesomeness, Dating, Me, Relationships, The Game — by nullp0inter @ 10:44 am

Tonight was a good night.  It was definitely worth the 60+ dollars I burned.

So far in bars, I’ve had a 100% success rate. I only do two, maybe three approaches, when I go out. Maybe, it’s just the Seattle area, but I’m having issues with girls escalating on me too fast. My social intelligence has also gone up 1000%, since I read The Game and Bang. I’ve even developed two original routines (age specific unfortunately) that seem to work pretty well.  I will share one. If any of you remember your elementary school days, there was this amazing game called Oregon Trail.  For some reason, girls respond very positively to this game.  I don’t know what it is about Oregon Trail, but I’ve yet to meet anyone that has negative memories of it.  Luckily, in Washington State talking about Walla Walla leads in perfectly (you can choose to go through Walla Walla instead of going down the Columbia river I believe). 

Tonight, I only opened two sets. It was a two set of one really hot tall girl and one really hot short girl.  I’d say the short girl was an 8 and the tall girl was a 10.  Tall girls are the only girls that can reach 10 in my book, because I have a strong bias towards girls 5′ 10″ or taller.  I chatted them up. I wasn’t getting much from them, because (a) the music was too loud and (b) they sat down during the conversation.  I used my parking lot line and somehow they opened up.  I don’t remember all the details, but I managed to get her number shortly thereafter.  I remember talking about snowboarding, Miami, skydiving, and dancing.  She said she had to go look for her friend (who had gone to the bathroom and had been there forever).  

At this point I moved onto another set. I was looking for a challenge, so I went for a 6 set with 2 girls and 4 guys.  I opened up one of the guys, by just going with a “hi, my name is ___. I’m new to the area.”  Perfect excuse to randomnly talk to people :)   Anyway, I used the standard “so how do you all know each other?” One of the girls was their with a boyfriend and the other girl was with her friend.  I ignored the girls for a bit and really took control of the conversation with the guys.  Eventually, the girlfriend started interrogating me, “where are you from?”, “why’d you move here?”, etc. I focused pretty much all my attention on her, until I delivered my Rugby routine, directed at all the guys.  The guy who was “friends” with the other girl was being completely silent and avoiding eye-contact with everybody.  He was exuding a lack of self-confidence so strongly it wasn’t even funny.  I used the “is he always like that neg” on him.  I don’t know why, but at the time I thought it was a good idea.  Of course he reacted by qualifying himself about being tired and it being late (it was only midnight).  The girl jumped in don’t worry about him, he’s not very social.  Then she started chatting me about something, which I can’t even recall.  Eventually I got her phone number.  Shortly, after that the short girl from the original two set comes by and recognizes me and starts talking to m.  About 30 seconds later, her friend comes over.  I’m really not interested in the short girl even though she’s pretty, so I introduce her to the guy who I used to open the second set.  I don’t if he realizes him I’m using him as a wing, but he doesn an excellent job keeping the girl’s attention. While I work on her friend, who escalates into some serious kino rather quickly.  I was actually completely caught off guard, by this sudden change. I think she may have seen me talking to other attractive girls, which raised my value in her head. 

I’m tired of typign out this story so I’ll just skip to the end.  She invited me to go skydiving with her and she agreed to come to my friend’s birthday party the next day.  I also had to deal with some random guy from Spain. He asked for permission to call her the next day. Shortly, thereafter she whispered in my ear “help me.” 

All in all, I’m starting to enjoy going out a little bit too much.  

Also, I got to explore some venues in downtown K-town.  Timed Out turned to out to be the bar where all the skanky and fat girls go to get hit on by a predominantly ethnic and jock crowd.  Central Club is where people go to get drunk for cheap. It’s a good place for a venue change, because it’s much less packed and has a more relaxed atmosphere and pool tables. Joe’s Tiki wetbar is where all the hot girls go.  There’s also an incredible amount of tall people in Kirkland.  I’m 6′ 2″ and I would say I was only in the 60th percentile.  It was strange.

Tall girl has high relationship potential.  I just have to make sure I don’t foo-bar it.  Must sleep now.

Vegetarians are weak

Filed under: Awesomeness, Food, Manliness, Nutrition — by nullp0inter @ 9:42 am

For one believes he may eat all things,but he who is weak eats only vegetables. -Romans 14:2

September 24, 2007

Weekend

Filed under: Awesomeness, Dating, The Game — by nullp0inter @ 10:19 am

I was sitting at a bar in a certain ultra-yuppie town in Washington.  This guy offers to buy a girl a drink, with quite possibly the lamest line I have ever heard.  She was the bartender who’d just gotten off duty, so he goes “you made me some good drinks, so let me buy you a drink”. 

First thing, I think is “he is going to get rejected. Offering to buy a girl a drink is a major sign of beta.” Next, thing I hear is the girl give him the lamest rejection ever.  “I’ve got to leave soon and I’m driving.  No thanks.” 

She left about an hour later. 

Immediately, after she said no I turned to the guy and say “you shouldn’t do that.  that’s not a good approach.”  This then led to a discussion where I explained to him why buying a girl a drink is not a good opener.  This led to a discussion on pick up tactics and him telling me how much ass he’s pulled by offering to buy girls a drink.  After, about 10 minutes of conversation, I was so convinced this guy was full of shit and compelete beta.  His arguments against me were “I’ve pulled more ass than you will in your entire life time in the last ten years.”  Then he proceeded to tell me that he was only there (in the extremely yuppy, where everything is dead by 1 AM bar) to look at girls.  He then proceeded to tell me how it spending money on a girl didn’t matter, because when you woke up next to that hot girl next morning you wouldn’t give a shit.

He had me convinced. He was a beta.  He started going on about how perfect this girls hair and tits were.  How beautiful she was. I seriously wanted to punch him by now and call bullshit on him (the girl was a 7 at best), but I got my revenge in an even better fashion :)

I got up walked over to the table with the girl and her friends and used an opinion opener. 

“I was having a discussion with the guy at the bar and he thinks offering to buy a girl a drink is an effective way of getting her number. I’d like to get your opinions on it, but I need to leave soon, because I’m supposed to meet my friends at the P( a bar/lounge across the street)”

I already knew what they were going to say before they even answered.

“No, but sometimes I’ll take the drink and pretend to listen.”

“So it won’t work?”

“No, we’ve been asked so many times it gets old.”

“So a guy needs to come up with a more creative way, of approaching right? Sort of like Nietzsche said to use your creativity to overcome nihilism” (This was a stretch, but this was improvised and the best way I could think of to transition to the strawberry & cube games, while slightly drunk from about 7 hours of drinking (Freemont Oktoberfest))

“Yeah, just coming up and saying hi would work.  As long as he has something interesting to say. Who is Nietzsche?” (Thank one of them asked, it made it easier to execute the next step in my head)

“He’s a german philosopher from the 1800s.  One of my psychology teachers in college introduced me to him. Speaking of that teacher he also introduced me to these tests to get a good read of a person’s personality in a few simple questions. Would you like to see? “  ( I look at her for the first time finally as I say it)

<Execute Strawberry Game>

Up to this point, I have been pretty much ignoring her. Again, I used the guy for inspiration.  I say “ahhhhh…. that make sense now.” 

“What does?”

 ”The fact that you wondered whose strawberries they were, show that you have a very independent personality and don’t like taking unnecessary risks. You think about what you do, before you do it and it  and don’t like feeling like you owe anybody anything.”  Gee, I wonder where I got those ideas from :-D

“Wow! Exactly.”

Suddenly, all her friends want to play the game.  I’m in.  I have her fighting for my attention and won her friends over (thanks to her :-p ) 

At this point, I don’t remember what I’m supposed to do next, so I do something which in retrospect was very stupid. 

“I just moved here from VA, so I’m just starting to meet new people.  You all really seem interesting and I enjoyed talking to you all.  Do you mind if I get all your phone numbers?” 

I now have Amy, Caroline, Paulina, and Cara in my cell phone :)

I eject by saying I have to close my tab and go meet my friends, I’m already late.
As I really do close my tab, I walk back to where I was sitting and the guy is still there. He scoffs at me and says, “how’d it go?  Not to well, right?”

“Have you ever seen the movie, Good Will Hunting?” 

“Yes.  Why?”

“Do you remember the bar scene?”

“Yes. What’s your point?”

“I got her number. How do you like them apples?”

“Fuck you. I don’t give a shit. I just came here to look at girls and have fun.”

Note that at this bar, I bought 6 drinks and it cost $ 70 dollars.  An RBV ~ $10.
Thus the guy offering to buy a drink is pretty significant.  Especially, if it turns into more than one drink. 

I sign my receipt and leave.  Victory is sweet. I still wish I could have gotten into a fistfight with his lardy ass.

“To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of their women.”

“Yes, yes that is good!”
 

September 20, 2007

Derailleur failure

Filed under: Financial, Me — by nullp0inter @ 2:46 am

My Durace derailleur hangar just snapped this morning on the way to work.  I was moving briskly at 25 MPH when it happened. The end result? It took out my brand new mavic rear wheel, melted my $60 Vittoria’s Open Korsa’s from the skid, obliterated my cabling, and almost through me into traffic during rush hour.

Expected cost of repairs:

$250 derailleur
$150 cheap rear wheel.
$60 Vittoria Open Korsa KS
$7 LunarLight innertube
Labor

The good news?  I finally convinced myself to buy this baby:

That is one damn sexy bike. If only equally attractive females where available for 6500 MSRP. This is the Nicole Kidman of bikes regal, elegant, beautiful, and angular.

What else can $6500 get you?

This is the Jessica Alba/Jennifer Connelly of bikes. Gorgeous, slim, but curvy in all the right places.

September 17, 2007

Country Music

Filed under: Elitism, Obvious, Pirates and Ninjas, Politics, Uncategorized — by nullp0inter @ 8:40 am

Why is country music making such a strong come back?

I have a hypothesis. It’s the LNS effect.  Basically, xenophobic white people have found their cultural identity. Them colored folks wouldn’t be caught dead listen to music that has traditionally been associated with rednecks and sitting in the back of a pick up truck drinking beer. 

Country music in and of itself is actually quite good (from a musical standpoint), especially when compared to top 40 / R & B.  

I have not recently met a white girl that didn’t listen to country music though.  It’s even more pronounced in Washington State.  There’s three music stations… c89 (techno for the nerds), Wolf 100.7 (country), Kube 93.3 (hip/hop , top 40).

After observing this, my only concluision is that fair skinned people are flocking to country music as another form of white flight. Not that there’s anything wrong, with that.  Even if they are wearing confederate bras and planning on how to get rid of all the dirty immigrants.  Eventually, they’ll figure out they need someone to clean the toilets and do everything they’re not willing to do for non-ridiculous sums of money. Example, the kitchen at coastal flatts.  Seafood, by Mexicans. Yum. 

MBAs should be worthless soon.  Everyone and their mother has one.  It’s getting ridiculous. Everyone plans on getting an MBA and working at Goldman Sachs. Fantastic. I need to find a new plan or become even more ultra competitive and start bleaching my skin.  Oh wait, Seattle’s taking care of that already for me.

September 13, 2007

Loser

Filed under: Me — by nullp0inter @ 12:19 am

My Work Bio:

I originally got interested in computers when I was 7 and one of my dad’s friend gave me a VB book, with a cryptography example, and said learn. Sophomore year in high school, I placed at the Intel Int’l Science and Engineering Fair for Mathematics, for my project on public key cryptography.   I then attended Rensselaer Polytechnic in Troy, NY for a BS in Mathematics & Computer Science.  My primary academic interests are currently include bioinformatics, data mining, cryptography, PKI, number theory, algorithm analysis, information theory, and relational database management systems.  I’m also currently participating in the Netflix Prize competition. 

In my free time I play the Viola, participate in Triathlons, try to keep in shape with CrossFit, enjoy hiking/backpacking, play Chess & Go, dancing & dance lessons, listen to music, discuss politics, philosophy, and mathematics.

Right after I e-mailed this top my boss, it suddenly sunk in what a loser I am.

:(

September 12, 2007

Spoiled

Filed under: Fashion, Financial — by nullp0inter @ 10:54 pm

Apparently, I’m quite spoiled and never knew it. 

My mom has been buying me BCBG and Rockport shoes and Ermenegildo Zegna suits my entire life. I kind of just took it for granted, until I just went out and tried to buy one and it cost 2000 dollars… for the coat alone. DAMN.

I settled for a 1K Hugo Boss suit, that was identical and looks quite nice tailored :-/

Seattle

Filed under: Awesomeness, Conan the Barbarian, Light at the End of The Tunnel, Me — by nullp0inter @ 10:40 pm

650 thread count sheets.  700 thread count microgel down comforter & bouvet.
Queen-sized tempurpedic bed and pillows.  It’s so hard getting out of bed in the morning. 

Had to special order split queen boxes, because they don’t make the angle into my room.

 

My meager home office.  1200 x 1200 dpi laser printer, fully loaded T61p, and custom OC core 2 duo machine.  Stainless steel. Stockton / Sharper Image design. Yum.

My 1080p projector and Z-5500 surround sound speakers are being shipped :)

The keystone and crown jewel of my possesions:

To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of the women.

Yes, yes that is good!

And for good measure, this is what it looks like where I live now:

Gorgeous.

I need to get my new wetsuit, that can handle colder glacial water :)

 

 

September 3, 2007

Transformation

I foolishly fell for a girl named Lindsey, against my better judgement.  It was a calculated gamble, that blew up in my face teaching me a valuable lesson. 

I was forged into a new man, by my experience:

 

I am now out to Seattle, where I will train in mixed martial arts,  and achieving the level of seduction guru.

I will train and then return to the East, where I will become king by my own hand!

What is best in life?  Conan knows! 

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