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3rd July PUA Brighton workshop a success!

Dan & I began working with our students 10 a.m. Saturday. 2 hrs theory & then straight out onto the streets of Brighton. We warmed up with some demos then began coaching the guys into action. Within 30 mins they were all approaching & interacting with some pretty hot women. We worked for several hrs in the sun then had a quick coffee break before hitting the streets again. There was a noticeable improvement beginning to take place. After a few more hrs we had a break before night game theory. We then hit several bars in the centre of town.

1 student told me that he approached more women that he didn't know in 3 hrs than he had in 3 yrs!

We managed to coach another guy into speaking with approx 90 women (mainly hot) throughout the day, 5 of them handing over their mob numbers, 2 within 25 mins! Not bad for a guy who had considered himself a bit of a loner & under confident in the morning!

1 big laugh for everyone involved. Can't wait for the next 1!

R.J. & Dan.

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Names & some places have been altered to protect everyone.

A journalist, I will call 'Simon' from the BBC contacted me 20/11/09, asking if I wanted to be filmed for a documentary about the Pickup Artist Lifestyle. He emphasized that he would not be taking a 'sleaze' angle on it; more to do with me helping clients enhance their communication skills.

Simon also said that he would like to be coached in the documentary & asked if it was possible for me to find a client who had difficulty attracting a girlfriend to be coached as well. We also agreed that there would be other PUAs in the film.

I contacted 2 other PUA's explaining the situation. They also agreed to be in film. I made numerous attempts to find a fresh client. Lots of guys were interested in being coached though understanderbly not in front of a camera. I was not able to find anyone appropriate for the film.

After 3 postponded attempts at finding a suitable filming evening 5/2/10 was agreed upon. Tom, Richard & I from the Brighton PUA Community met Simon in a Brighton bar 8.15 p.m. Within the 1st 2 mins of meeting Simon, I noticed that he had his arms folded tightly in front of him whilst he spoke with the 3 of us. I brought this to his attention & he said he always did it. This gave me a reasonable indication of Simons attitude & of the possibility of what may happen later. I also discovered that his homework on PUA appeared to be a quick scan of 'The Game' by Neil Strauss which I feel would be equivalent to Freud trying to understand human behaviour by reading Viz.

We moved to another bar as the 1st bar did not allow filming. On the way, Simon did some staged filming of the 3 of us walking along one of the city streets. After we entered the 2nd bar we sat outside as Simon set up his large t.v. camera on an obtrusive tripod & radio miked one of us up. With Simons request, we then took turns at doing approaches with groups of girls. Naturally, most of the conversations quickly went down hill as the girls immediately wondered what was going on. This created an awkward vibe. After each interaction Simon explained the reason for filming to the girls, then questioned them, which naturally created an uncomfortable response. Tom, Richard & I were also questioned by Simon. His questioning style appeared to habitually use negative presuppositions. E.g. 'I suppose that didn't go too well for you, did it?', to try an elicit a negative response.

Whilst Simon was 'interviewing' some girls outside the front of the bar about their reaction to 1 of the interactions with us, unknown to Simon, Tom had also walked outside for a cigarette & overhead Simon saying to the girls that he would rather watch the programme '24' on t.v. than be watching Pickup Artists. Tom, Richard & I were also questioned about why we would need to use PUA psychology. Had we suffered from a lack of confidence or had difficulty attracting girls at some stage? No, we said. We were happy & were interested in improving our social skills as well as helping others. We saw it as a positive experience.

Simon certainly was committed to discovering a downside to PUA if he could, however anything portrayed in the 'documentary' in a negative way is a projection of his own mind. Most of the filming experience was poorly orchestrated, with Simon loosing attachments off his camera twice in 1 hour under peoples tables with him groping around on the floor to retrieve them. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from the BBC though this wasn't it! It was an enlightening experience to see how even 'professional' people can easily delude themselves & others by not bothering to do proper ground work about their subject matter before creating a documentary, & working within narrow & distorted parameters created by their own perception of reality, formed by limiting & prejudiced beliefs.

After Simon completed his filming around 11.15 p.m, Tom, Richard & I left the bar, went round the corner, walked past another bar where 4 girls were sitting near the street window. I smiled at them. 1 of the girls produced her digital camera & took a picture of me. I suggested to the guys that we go in there briefly. Within 10 mins these girls had taken more pictures of us, freely handed out kisses & mob numbers, given us lots of physical contact & 1 had shown me her silicone implants & suggested we meet up.

The following afternoon I had arranged to meet up with a very attractive & high quality woman. I explained what had happened the previous night. She told me she had made films for the BBC & Channel 4 for 15 yrs. Other than expressing an obvious disgust at Simons attempted portrayal of the PUA Community, she said the 1st step to making a decent film is to make sure you know your subject properly before working on it. Common sense really. She also suggested the PUA community get a video camera of our own so we can post videos on the Net in a way that is less contrived & biased. I listened to every word she said & will take her advice. Also because of our BBC experience, my committment to developing my social skills & positive self development has at least doubled in intensity. Thanks Simon!

P.s.

Simon told me at the end of the evening that he would contact me telling me when the documentary would be aired. He didn't, consequently I didn't see it on the night, however a friend saw it & kindly recorded it for me so I could show to the guys who naturally wanted to see it too.

(Cartoon by Dan)

I was surfing the Net one day & I came across an add for a Swingers Party in Brighton. I was curious what it would be like to go to one, however the add said it was for couples only & single guys would have to bring a girl with them. I was single at the time. I couldn't think of a girl that I knew at the time who was confident & open-minded enough to go with me so I didn't give it too much thought. Pity...

At the time I was living with a female friend of mine called Coral. She was gay & I had already lived with her girlfriend Mimi 2 yrs before. One evening Coral told me she was going to try out a swingers party in town at the weekend. "A swingers party? It isn't run by Tom & Karen?" I said. Coral said "Yes. Why don't you come along with me?" She had already planned to go with another hot girl.

"Whoa" I said. Occasionally Coral would invite me into her bed even though she was gay.

She was also one of my best friends at the time & as I said, I was living with her. I told her I wasn't too sure about going to a swingers party too as I felt we should have some boundaries to our friendship. It was getting a little blurred. She said it's cool, so I agree to go with the 2 girls.

On the night of the party Coral said she first of all had to see a friend of hers in the Kings Arms pub. Apparently he was a millionaire, running a successful advertising business in London. The 3 of us arrive at the Kings Arms & I'm introduced to Jamie. Jamie had been drinking in there for several hours. He appeared to be a cool guy & offered to buy everyone a round of drinks. He asked what I wanted & I said an orange juice. He looked at me puzzled & said "No, have a real drink." I said I would be happy with a juice so he bought me one.

A short while later he bought everyone another drink & again tried to persuade me to have an alcoholic drink. I politely refused & had another juice. He asked me why I wasn't drinking. I told him that I find alcohol makes me behave like an idiot. I also said that I find it difficult to have a decent conversation with anyone. I also thought to myself that as I was going to my 1st swingers party I wanted to be fully aware of what was happening around me. Jamie came across as a polite, articulate man with a good attitude so I asked him if he would like to come along to the party with me & the girls. He agreed so we all got a taxi to the party.

I don't know whether it was the fresh air that hit Jamie when we left the bar & triggered the full affects of the alcohol he had been drinking, though I honestly can't remember seeing a human being transform so much in such a short period of time from a decent guy into a complete moron. When we entered to party, people were in the living room having polite conversation, drinking wine & eating from a buffet. The atmosphere needed to be relaxed & respectful for it to be a successful event. Jamie kept walking up to groups of people talking. He would barge into their conversation & begin talking complete rubbish. People were finding it difficult to understand what he was saying. Twice I saw him help himself to food off the plates of people he was speaking to!

When people started having sex an hour later upstairs Jamie was being a little bit to pushy with some of the women. Several eople found him highly offensive. Because Tom & Karen had only started having sex parties, they were unprepared for how to handle someone like him so he did stay longer than was really necessary & insulted several people there in his drunken stupor.

Coral had been partying for the 2 previous nights & actually fell asleep in a bedroom where 8 of us were having sex!

Other than having sex there I introduced myself to Tom & Karen. They were a decent couple with a genuine passion for swinging. Other than being the hostess, Karen also took it upon herself to d.j. which meant she was not able to get as sexually involved as she wished which she found a little frustrating. I offered to help her out d.j.ing at any future events if she wished, which she appreciated. I also offered to show them how to build their own website to up their profile. Because of this & finding we got along well, I found myself being invited to the parties on a regular basis & did not have to bring a girl with me. I not only had a choice of who to have sex with, I was also getting paid for d.j.ing, taxi fare offered too as well as free food. I would always be thanked for turning up as well! My kind of party!

I continued going for approx 2 yrs. Every event was different though one of them sticks out for me & always puts a smile on my face when I remember it. I had arrived 10 p.m. When I entered the living room there were around 12 people there. I spotted a well dressed, fit lady & decided to introduce myself. Sophie was very well spoken too. She had a high powered job responsible for lots of people. This was her 1st time & she had come with her husband. I asked her how she felt about this kind of experience & she suprised me by saying she was nervous. I assumed if she managed people she would feel confident however she told me that she was used to being in control & in an environment like this, the possiblity of things happening spontaneously caused her to be anxious.

I said, "O.k, so you feel anxious. What would you prefer to feel instead?" She said she would prefer to feel more relaxed. I asked her what would help her to relax? She said, "A spliff, though am I being naughty?" We managed to find some grass for her & stuck a joint in her mouth. As she chilled out I told her I would see her later as I had to do my d.j. set. I played some chilled music as the party vibe began to warm up.

Around midnight I decided to explore the house to see what was happening. Downstairs was for getting to know one another & for eating & drinking whilst 3 rooms upstairs were made functional for sex. Silk & velvet covered mattresses, cushions & low lighting. I wandered into 1 of the rooms to find amongst a few other naked bodies, a beautiful Thai girl having sex with her partner. She saw me & eagerly began to give me oral. Things are looking good. We play around with each other for a while. Hot girl! I then find Sophie lying there in a corset & stockings. She tells me she is pleased to see me, so I have sex with her next. I then divide my attention between Sophie & the Thai girl. They take a liking to one another too.

A while later I venture into another bedroom & get chatting to a new group of people. I mention that I will be leaving around 2 p.m. as I have been put on a guest list for a fetish club in town. 1 of the girls there hears this & asks if she can come with me. She's hot too. She says "Don't worry, I've got a car & can drive us there." My lucky night! I leave with her & spent another part of my evening/morning playing around with her. I eventually get home around 7a.m. the following morning. Somewhere I had lost my underwear. I was covered in sweat & definately needed a shower. I felt like I'd been in a porn film for several hours & I had a smile on my face which lasted for around the next 2 weeks! Wicked!  :D

I met him once before, Spider that is. I wanted to buy my 1st lowrider motorcycle & he had one for sale. He lived out of town with his parents in a spartan house down a dirt track. He was around 6' 2" tall, handsome, an English redneck with a black beard & had owned some of the coolest looking customised bikes for miles around. He also belonged a motorcycle gang. He seemed a decent sort of guy though I didn't buy the bike from him. If he wasn't with his gang he was a bit of a loner & it was known if he had a girlfriend it wouldn't last for long.

I had been living with Jeanie for just over 5 years. When I first met her she told me about her last boyfriend who she had been engaged to. They were planning to get married though just before the marriage he changed his mind & left her. She didn't have anything good to say about him. She focussed on all of his bad points & even though I had never met the guy I allowed her opinions to build up a pretty negative picture of him in my imagination.

Sex had been really good with Jeanie for most of the time, though once she put some weight on & so I stopped having sex with her. At the start of the relationship I had told her I didn't fuck girls with excess fat on them & she must have thought I was joking, but I wasn't. She got her figure back again after about 6 months & my desire returned though now she didn't want to have sex, saying I shouldn't just find her attractive if she was slim.

The relationship was going down the drain & I was also getting bored living with her. The house & doing D.I.Y. were important to her. Life was getting far too safe & cosy for me; I wanted more excitment so I decided to leave her. Even though I tried to do it gently, she didn't like being rejected one bit which I'll come to in a minute. I moved out & started sharing a house with a guy called Jim (See Blown out).

After a few months I got to meet a couple of hot girls. We meet up twice each week & go drinking & clubbing together. They introduce me to some other hot girls. These girls were some of the hottest in the alternative social circle in Lincoln, my hometown. I'm seeing girls here & there though I always meet up with my female group each weekend in a pub called The Red Lion.

Whilst my new life in forming Jeanie decides she wants to go out with Spider. It's no big deal to me & doesn't concern me. I want to get on with my life & how it's panning out is alright by me! One slight problem is we all frequent the same pub on a regular basis. On a couple of occasions Jeanie kisses Spider right in front of me looking like she wants some kind of reaction though I'm cool. I would be sitting at a table in The Red Lion, 3 or 4 hot girls on either side of me & Jeanie would sometimes be sitting opposite with Spider with her looking daggers at me. Get over it I think.

After a couple of months Jeanie stopped going out with Spider & she stops coming down the pub though Spider continues as it's his local. By now he owns the shiniest harley in his motorcycle gang. Quite an attention getter. Soon he starts giving me bad looks & vibes & on a few occasions he bumps into me kind of hard. Initially I don't get it. I haven't done anything to him & I haven't got anything against the guy. Anyway, these bad vibes & barging continue so I go up to him one night & ask him what's the problem? I ask him if my x had been bad mouthing me as I thought she had tried to poison his mind against me. I explain to Spider that she had done the exact same with me towards her x fiance. Spider in a threatening voice sneers at me & says, "I don't know what you mean!". Weird...

Whilst I'm sharing my house with Jim, Mr Stud in Lincoln, one of Spiders best friends, Tramp, another biker, has a girlfriend called Jane. Jim decides to take Tramps girlfriend off him & brings her back to the our house to fuck her. 2 hrs later there is a knock at the door. I go to answer it & it's Tramp with a concerned expression looking for his girlfriend. Under the circumstances it makes sense for me to lie, so I tell him I don't know what he's talking about & that she is not there. Jane blows out Tramp. Now when I go to the pub, I've got 2 biker guys who have taken a dislike to me, though I know I haven't done anything to either of them.

The Red Lion is made up of 3 brick tunnels. You enter through the centre tunnel then either choose the left tunnel for the lounge or the right for the bar. When I went out drinking, there was a pattern of events that unfolded on a typical Friday & Saturday night. I would be sitting at a table in the bar talking to a few friends. Spider would be on his own with a drink propped up against a cigarette machine in the centre tunnel. One of the girls would enter the pub & have to walk past Spider to get to the bar. He would try to engage then in conversation for a few minutes. They would listen politely then get a drink & come & find me. They told me they found him boring to talk to. The next girl would appear & the same thing would happen again. I would find myself with around 8 pretty girls for the night. We would then go off clubbing together. It was fun & went on for around 1 year.

I can remember one of my birthdays. All the girls & I went for a pizza in town & an extra table had to be added onto the main one to accommodate the girls. Also in the Red Lion on several occasions guys who would be propping up the bar week after week would chat with me when I was on my own & ask me what I was saying to these girls. I told them it wasn't so much what I was saying, it was more to do with what I was NOT saying. I was genuinely interested in them so would listen to them. It's not rocket science.

For 1 whole year Spider & Tramp tried to get a reaction out of me when they saw me. They were both fuming. In hindsight I fully understand why they could have been so mad at me, though at the time it didn't fully click. I couldn't understand why they should be angry with me as I knew I hadn't done anything to them or didn't wish them any ill. From their point of view though, both of their egos were badly bruised. They had made negative assumptions about my character & they were seeing me on a regular basis in perhaps a position they would like to be in themselves.

I did my best to ignore their behaviour, then one night I had just left a bar in town & was walking along a street when I saw Spider walking towards me on the same side of the road. I had had a bit to drink & when we passed one another, I sniggered. I continued walking for a few yards then stopped & looked back. Spider had also stopped & was staring at me. I turned round & continued on my way thinking, "I shouldn't have done that."

I didn't give it too much thought the following week. Friday evening came around & I met up with the girls in the Red Lion. We stayed there for a few hours then went to Logans, the main club in the City where most of our social circle went to. I was dancing with the girls then decided to go to the toilet. I walked up some steps to the Gents, opened the door & was greeted by Spider towering over me who said, "No one fucking laughs at me!" followed by a very hard punch into my right eye socket. Unfortunately, he had a large ring on that fist which cut deeply into the flesh just below my eye.

Fortunately the alcohol I had been drinking deadened the immediate pain. I don't know whether he expected me to fall over or run away. He had around 5 of his motorcycle gang behind him inside the toilets. I stood my ground & beckoned him towards me with one of my index fingers. "Come here" I said. He shook his head & said no. I then said, "We can continue this right now or we can stop. What would you like to do?" He was looking at what he had done to my face & looked shocked. He suggested that I go visit a hospital immediately. I found out later that week that he had mentioned to his friends the possibility of him joining the army & leaving town because of what he had done.

I had several stiches in the wound though the scar is still visible to this day 19 yrs later. It was an extremely good lesson for me. Because of this particular experience I was not interested in wasting anytime on focussing on who was wrong or right even though it would have been easy to have had him procecuted. I decided instead to make sure that I would never find myself in a similar experience in my life. I could have lost my sight in one eye or worse. This particular experience made me delve deeply into psycholgy & also how to improve my communication skills. I am pleased that Spider assaulted me as what I have learnt since that experience has been priceless to me. My quality of life has improved in countless ways.

Thanks Spider.

 I needed to find a flatmate & I needed to find one quick. I had had short notice given by my previous one & I needed to pay the rent soon. Sometimes it was easy finding someone as my flat with a seaside view was a very good deal, though occasionally people didn't bother coming to look at the place at all.

Before I started looking for someone a friend asked me if I preferred a male or female. My answer was I wasn't bothered though if they were going to be female, I didn't want an attractive one as this was business & I didn't want to be distracted.

1 week before the rent was due I eventually found a girl to move into my 2 bedroomed flat. She put down some money to close the deal. Another girl did phone a day later saying that she would really like to look at the flat too though I told her it had just gone. She told me to take her number just in case it fell through. I took her number though didn't think anything of it. 3 days before my new flatmate was supposed to move in she phoned to say that she had changed her mind. She had just split up with her boyfriend though they had made up & she was back to living with him again. She apologised for messing me around & was good enough to pay me 1 weeks rent even though she hadn't moved in which was decent though this still left me in an awkward position of finding someone else quick.

I still had to pay 1 months rent & I didn't have the money. The only very slim chance I thought I had was to phone the girl who had left her number. I called her asking if she was still interested. She appeared happy that I had phoned & said yes, she would be round within the hour to view the flat & would be bringing a friend. They both turned up, knocked on my front door & I open it. When I saw next made my jaw nearly hit the floor! Standing in front of me was not only a very beautiful woman, she was probably the most beautiful I had ever seen! She was dressed in expensive designer clothes & looked immaculate. I'm stood with a bit of stubble in a worn t-shirt & some track suit bottoms & think this is not going to work.

I invite her & her male friend in, also very smartly dressed. She looks around the flat, has a chat with me then her friend, says she likes it, hands over a deposit & starts moving her belongings in 2 days later! I'm in shock. She's absolutely gorgeous though a big part of me is thinking "Oh no!" I have to have someone to move in though this is going to be far too distracting. Where have all the average looking girls gone?

I'll call her 'Petra'. She was Portugese. Her skin was like silk. Perfect set of pearly white teeth & big brown warm eyes that you could lose yourself in. She was so beautiful it nearly hurt to look at her. Brighton has a reputation for having some very pretty girls though Petra went off the scale completly. Within the 1st couple of weeks I had told some of my friends about Petra & said that she was certainly the most beautiful girl in Brighton. Quite naturally they didn't take my opinion literally & just thought it was perhaps just me who found her very attractive. When they met her though their opinions changed instantly as they realised I had been telling the truth.

Petra was 27 yrs old & told me this was the very first time she had been living with someone other than in a family situation. It sounded like she had had a much more conventional experience of like than me as well so I wanted to put effort in so she could feel comfortable & relaxed around me. She would go off to work as a cleaner each day, come home in the evening & either stay in her room or go & visit Martin, the guy who had been with her when she came to view the flat. She mentioned that she was taking some prescription drugs for her nerves though came across as reasonably happy.

Each time she came in from work & saw me she spoke a little to me then retreated into her room. I could feel that she wanted to communicate with me more so I was patient with her & let her come to me in her own way & time. After approx 2 weeks of sharing with me I could feel that she wanted to have a proper conversation so I decided to listen using my active listening skills. I listened to her speak for around 90 mins, encouraging her to express herself, just nodding my head occasionally & in that time I spoke perhaps 20 words. I listened with my ears, my eyes & my feelings.

She was sitting on the floor in the living room & I was on a sofa several feet away from her. She really opened up to me. She told me about her past, her family, her relationships. She had wanted to make good & earn a decent living in the U.K. so she could show her Mother she had achieved something. Even though she was well educated & intelligent, her particular Portugese qualifications were not very useful for her to get a decent paying job. She quickly fell into working in the sleazy side of Brighton as a Dominatrix doing S & M & because of her beauty she began to make lots of money very quickly. This explained the very expensive clothes she owned. Doing this kind of work grated against her values & made her ill so Martin & his Italian family took her in so she had some stability & security.

After 90 mins of talking she suddenly slumped over on the carpet, went into a foetal position & began to cry. She was sobbing her heart out. I just sat there & watched as she let it all out. After several minutes she sat up, a smile appeared on her face & then she began to laugh. She then said, "No one, & I mean no one has ever listened to me like that in my whole life & I will treasure today for the rest of my life!". From then we were connected on a deeper level. With some effort she came off her prescription drugs too. She told me she adored me & later on told me that Martin thought we were going to marry. I asked her why & she said it was because she was talking about me all of the time.

BUT & there always is a but, she still had too much baggage from her past. She had witnessed her mother getting beat up on regular occasions by her father. He had a successful limosine business though preferred to spend all of this money on other women & gambling. He also had a gun in the house. Petra had 2 brothers. One was mentally retarded & the other one had been in prison for drug dealing & now had Aids. I can accept some baggage though how these things had affected her was far too heavy for me. She eventually packed her bags & returned to Portugal & I never saw her again.

I was drinking in the Red Lion one evening with my girlfriend Carol when this tall blonde with big blue eyes & a beautiful smile suddenly walks up to me & tells me that she thought I had warm friendly eyes & thought she'd like to introduce herself to me. I looked at her then I looked at Carol then Carol looked at her, then I said, "That's fine". She was called Kate. We got chatting & she came across as a cool human being.

As we got chatting I discovered she did modelling & had recently come 2nd in a Miss Linconlshire contest. I found that quite impressive. She was engaged to a guy called Chris who she introduced me to that evening. He said a quick "Hi" though spent the rest of the time with his friends. She told me that she had met Chris whilst modelling as he was a photographer for the local newspaper & had been taking pictures at a contest.

Over the next few months I got to know Kate well. Carol & I parted around this time. Kate & I got along enjoyed each others company so for several months her boyfriend would drive round to my place once each week to bring Kate to me then pick her up several hours later. I was respectful to her & her boyfriend as he trusted me & was cool. I did think it was a little unusual though.

I found myself sharing a house with someone called 'Jim.' Jim was a natural at pulling girls, very hot girls. In fact in my home town in my social circle he was going through them like no one else! He was reasonably good looking though not at all smart. He was certainly a 'Bad Boy' in spades. He had no respect for these girls whatsoever to the point that it appeared he had issues. No, that's an understatement. He had BIG issues, though that's another story.

He would attract a girl, have sex with her for a few weeks, then start seeing another one whilst he became bored with the 1st one. They were drawn to him like moths to a flame. This was before I got into PU or I would have studied him much closer. I had just moved out from living with an X of 5 yrs & went out drinking with Jim on a regular basis. Seeing him attract all of these hot girls made me realise I was wasting precious time so it wasn't long before I decided to get back into the dating game.

I met a few sexy ladies over the next few weeks. I wasn't interested in monogamy so I set myself up with 5 dates in 1 week, Monday to Friday. I told Jim what I had planned & was quite excited to see what would happen. Monday evening came around & I got stood up! Jesus! I couldn't believe it. She obviously didn't have good taste & didn't realise what she was missing out on. No probs, I still had 4 left. Tuesday evening I was feeling good as this particular girl I really fancied. Guess what? She stood me up too! What was happening to me? I had never been stood up on 2 consecutive days.

No probs, I still have 3 gorgeous girls to see before the weekend. Wednesday night could have been really good fun & would have made up for the previous 2 nights. It would have made all of the difference to me & restore my self confidence. It would have been fantastic EXCEPT she didn't turn up either! This was unreal! I was in shock! Thursday night rolled around & being the eternal optimist I thought the law of averages would balance things out this evening. No such luck. She blew me out too! Friday night comes around & you guessed it. I got stood up again! 5 times in 1 week by 5 girls! And just to put icing on the cake Jim, Mr number 1 stud in town had been watching the whole thing evolving & guess what he did? He laughed BIG time!

If any girl rejects me these days, believe me, I don't lose any sleep over it! 

It's important to remember to keep your cool at all times.

I had just started going out with a hot babe. One evening we were in a bar, enjoying a drink & chat whilst a motorcycle gang entered the room. There were about 6 of them. The leader was a stocky guy with long hair & a beard. His name was on his leather jacket. He was called Vulture. They were also high on drugs.

Nothing appeared to be a problem until closing time. I stood up to leave with my girl & found a tall biker was barring the exit with his arm across the door. Vulture walked up to me & told me that he had been looking at my girl all night & wondered what I thought to that?

At the time I had some cowboy boots on with large heels & Vulture was only about 5' 8". I appeared to be 2" taller than him.

I looked him straight in the eyes, told him I thought nothing of it & suggested he didn't start causing any trouble as his gang got closer & closer to me & my girl. He looked puzzled & said why? I said, "Well, for a start, I'm taller than you!." He just cracked up laughing & let us both through. Phew...