Just one more ride Backfires Scared For My Life

I had a weird day today with the whole job thing and such but that isn’t what I am writing about right now. As has been said so many times before just one more. One more approach, one more anything really. Well in my case glorious rickshaw ride. This isn’t related to meeting girls or anything at this point I just wanted a bit more money before i called her a night. Nothing special about this ride, just a dude asking for a 5 block ride to McDonalds… or so I thought.

Dude asks for a ride to the bank so he can pay me then to the McDonalds a few blocks away. Sure straight forward nice way to end my night. Bad fuckin idea. We go to bank he takes out a Wad, easily 500 bucks. Hmm maybe this was the first clue but hey the guy was pretty drunk. He hands me 40 and says are we square for now. Me thinkin hellz ya 40 for a 10 ride why not. That was probably the second clue. He then starts askin me if i know where he can pick “some” up. Now not being into drugs at all I assumed weed and knew we could find someone somewhere along our present course that had some. Weed is no big deal to me its just not my cup of tea. Finally we get to the mcdonalds and the guy starts talkin with a few dudes sittin outside. He tells the guy to get in and we go on our merry way. Man I can’t believe I did this… but I just said to myself its only weed no biggy. As we start to approach our destination I hear “yaba” being tossed around. Fuck if I knew what it was but i could only assume yeyo… powder. Thats what watchin scarface teaches.

Homeslice tosses 100 bucks towards this dude and is sitting there. We wait 10…20minutes and dude doesn’t come back. So dude gets fucked over by the guy he dodges… so homeslice is pissed. We run into some dude missing his front teeth. They talk and homeslice keeps trying to convince this dude that the dude that just came to buy from him stole his money. Holy fuck drama. Now I call this dude homeslice because he was a big fuckin slice of pizza, like when you cut your pizza in half and eat it. The guy probably coulda beat me up if he was pissed, but no way he coulda caught me with or without the rickshaw.

For 10 minutes of walking homeslice is hammering in tryin to convince no teeth to help him out and that he is gonna hafta beat him down if things don’t work out. I am just thinking “FUCK why o why?”. Every 5 min for the last half I say to the dude I need to pack it in soon. FInally I just tell him… I am dropping you off real soon which hotel. He tells me and I pick up pace a bit.

So to this point I felt a little uncomfortable but really had no way of getting out of this other then at the very beginning of my ride. Then the powda thing stepped another line for me. Then homeslice getting fucked over. Now there is a scrawny drug dealing black dude and a homeslice about to have at er. After talkin smakc about beating up the dealer dude, homeslice jumps outs. Blammy! I hear a slap and I am gone like a fart in the wind. I easily ran a km or 2 in what felt like 30 secs. Full afterburner I was sailing. If these guys started to fight I did not fuckin wanna be there. Open shed through the rickshaw in. Jump in car and speed away. That dude jumping out of my ride was fuckin scary but relieving cuz i could finally ditch the situation.

Holy shit its now 30 min later and I have finally calmed a bit. I was fuckin scared for my life and seriously am still a bit… if any shit actually went down I seriously hope they can’t remember me or anything about me.

Well I learned the second you get a bad hunch duck out. I went from a ride to a weed run to a fuckin coke run and almost a fight (maybe it happened but i sure didn’t stick around.) That “yabba” is the white stuff. And when you are scared for your life you can fuckin book it.

Wednesday July 9th: Mixing Business and Pleasure

Today was another glorious day. After some planning the night before it was to go down like this… gym, beach work, home to chill. And the plan went almost to par. I thought i would eagle the hole though.

After leaving the gym i fired a text to a few of my ladies, figured at least one would come out to join us. My text reads. ” we are going to the rainbow catch you in a turkey” You read turkey and think wtf. Well it was all a bit of self amusement. I have predictive texting and apparently thats what it predicted so i through it out for kicks. It was much enjoyed by me and probably the recipients. Ms applebottom is my only one with a positive I will see you response. Apparently she was going to mall and would meet after. I told her she had a 1 hour limit or i would spank her.

Anyway the beach. Wow this beach was jailbait central. I felt like well aged single malt scotch amongst Colt45. Anyway i found out a few of my precious were like 15 and 16 so i politely bounced back to my boys. I met a few ladies but nothing spectacular, choded a bit thinkin these dudes were with these girls and i can’t approach em. I did have a great chat with some promo ladies.

Walkin down the beach I saw these three cuties and a dude filling things out for contests. Anyway they came to us long after i had forgotten. The two radio station girls were pretty cute but I really chatted the cell phone girl. They eventually asked for a picture of me and my boys. To which i refused and stated the obvious. ” hey be nice, you ladies are cute and would compliment a picture with us nicely”. Anyway alot of fluff went on and we had them talking for 20 minutes. When HBbeautystone asks me what I am up to later. I let her know of a race night at my job and tell them it would be a great little thing for them to do. We exchange numbers and peace.
Now this is the combination of business and pleasure I was talking about. These girls were cute and hot. And they had realized I was a funny guy, an intriguing guy and awesome. How do I ensure that I am not the same to them as every other guy on the beach. Well promo girls don’t exactly hand out there number. So it was a mutually beneficial deal.

After these ladies left our presence my roomie stated something that i thought was pretty interesting and that was: You know if that were a business deal you would have sold the product and done some solid networking. Well isn’t that what meeting girls is. You sell the product… yourself (attitude, confidence, humour, etc.) , You find out what they can offer, you contact the buyer (exchanging and calling) and the product gets taken out for a try.

I am meeting up with these sweeties tomorrow afternoon so we will see how that goes.

Breaking the bubble!

Well I have finally done it. After months of updates on forums and to my buddies I have decided to create, a diary… i mean blog. I have tried keeping track of my progress and this is definetly the best way.

A little bit of news about me. Shit well I have never had trouble picking up. But in the past 4 months my mind has exploded and my ego a bit too. The swelling has gone down and I have cleared my head. I bartend and work the corners on my glorious chariot of destiny. I go out at least 3 usually more nights a week. The bar scene is great when I am not working but honestly I prefer to be outside the bars and serenading Elton John or Phil Collins to my precious.

Now down to business, my most recent learnings. I got a lot out of this weekend and I love to share it.

Chode Revert

Abundance. I had heard this so many times and used to struggle with this like a 3 legged dog trying to burry his bone in ice. My handle has grasped it tight. And I am not letting go. I am having trouble finding time for girls. Never had I ever thought I would say that. But with all this it had spawned a chode revert for me. I have about 7 or 8 going right now and I am adding and removing my list every week. One has remained constant the whole time.

Daddysgirl, she has been around for a month or so. I just can’t get enough of her. Well kind of, once or twice a week is all I can fit in. She is where my chode revert this past weekend spawned. I will actually give a bit of a shout out to my mom for this too. A conversation with her she called me a manwhore in different words and said that its alright not to play the market. Half of me fell over laughing while the other half was shocked. Daddysgirl and I talked on Friday and she was saying that things were different with us lately. She never said it until I asked about how I hadn’t seen her since Monday. That was it… and we had only talked once in between. I had been busy doing my thing.

Scheduling things around my chariot of destiny and bartending schedule, I had managed to see Karen* on Sunday, Daddysgirl on Monday, Goodhead on Tuesday, a night for myself Wednesday, the beach and Greenshark on Thursday. I felt pretty good, I had postponed a few of my other desires for this coming week. Daddysgirl knows my lifestyle but has seen a fair amount of attention in the previous weeks. Well she wasn’t happy about lack of attention and kind of hinted about how she wasn’t happy and wanted some more commitment from me. Not saying my nuts are locked to her bed but hinting that way.

I needed to make some money to pay my pimp so I worked the corners and she went out to party with her friend. I tell her to give me a call for a romantic ride in the park, she agrees. She doesn’t call and for the first time in 3 months I get worried. I continue running my shit, a scam( I just read J the Rippers report and I am adding scamming to my vocab) with ladies on a few of my rides, a normal night for me, but Daddysgirl is still on my mind. It’s close to time to call it quits and I return to the biggest spectacle of pizza service in the Maratimes, Pizza corner. Sure enough I see her, long sexy legs, gorgeous hair, I remember why I enjoy her soo much. Her and her lady friend are chillin with 4 dudes. I go introduce myself to them and talk to her. She was cold and the dudes were cold. Not being needy I peaced on the situation for 2 cuties and some chedda. I became jealous. I didn’t know what was going on but I could only assume and I wasn’t happy. Wow major chode revert. She knew I wasn’t happy and texted me.

We had a conversation an hour later and I learned how wrong I was. This chick digs me, it was her best friends brothers and they were getting a ride home with them. I had reverted back to infancy for one small moment and I had written chode all over myself. The conversation became lubby dubby and lame, I had surrendered the frame to her and she was now in control.

REFRAME

I knew that I had done something silly. I had put milk in a lactose intolerant kids cereal and the backlash would not be pleasant unless I got him some pepto. I was ready end my communication with her. I kinda have oneitis and my last cure was remove myself. But I thought I would ride this one out see how this situation can play.

Flash forward. Sunday night I am at house party. I return Daddysgirls call and what do you know… I am a jerk now. I ended our conversation so I could get back to the party. I had just been introduced to a case of beer, 8 girls and a drinking game which the girls were feeding me. Cell phone dies. Uh oh… I am now in a “fight” with daddysgirl and not responding to her texts or answering the phone. Now me from Friday would have tried to get ahold of her not to displease her. But I had got my shit together and said things will work out later. And continued to party then hit the bars. I meet up with Greenshark at the bar and definetly rock the dance floor scam.

I get obliterated at the bar. Greenshark is buying me drinks all night. I walk her home and we handfuck the whole way. Handfucking is this brilliant idea we came up with instead of calling it holding hands. She calls me my cab and I get home only to pass out immediately. Wake up rotten as hell but my phone is now charged, time to check the messages.

Every 15 minutes for 2 hours daddysgirl is sending texts that progressively get worse and worse.

DG: I am starting to think we want different things

DG: I guess by no response you agree

DG: I don’t think you and I are ready for a relationship especially after a week of not really communicating or seeing each other and it shouldn’t take jealousy for you to realize what you want

I am going through all these and this is deep stuff. Then I get a good luck to you and a few crying emoticons.

DG: you will get over me fast don’t worry

DG: If this really meant something you would come see me or call at least.

DG: I am more hurt then you

Then a few hours later: Sigh I can’t sleep

It was about 6 or 8 unresponded texts. And a voicemail in the morning saying we need to talk. If this were a guy doing this he would be me 2 days ago. As I am going through all this I get another : I am really sorry can we talk

I am not an asshole by anymeans, I am a nice guy so I call her and she asks me to come over to talk. An hour later I show up to talk. Our conversation consists of her apologizing to me and some closed door things.

Wow this is long and I apologize but to get what I needed across I feel it suffices. This weekend I had reverted to chode, reframed and got back to level ground learning a ton about relationships.

The big things I picked up on:

- be confident in what you are saying. Throughout my Friday I wasn’t confident, and I stunk like the firehydrant in front of my house. Today I was confident, while not giving a fuck how things were gonna go with Daddysgirl and it worked out.

- Catch yourself before it goes to far. I over reacted and got jealous for nothing. Returning to chode just gave me a headache more then anything.

- Jealousy is a bitch, but it how we have been programmed. Me see jane, jane with guy, guy is not me, jane sleep with guy. When that could be the case but probably not. Hell and it doesn’t matter because I am sleeping with other girls.

- Abundance is key. I still love having this abundance and its new, but that new car smell will never go away.