<?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-674136827570945865</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:07:35.580-08:00</updated><category term='FR'/><title type='text'>Nomadic Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>The LA chapter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674136827570945865.post-5828561115042531657</id><published>2009-08-23T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:28:54.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LR: HBFigureSkater</title><content type='html'>A girl I met in NYC in June, and had an insta-date and D2 with was in LA for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Previous posts &lt;a href="http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-in-nyc.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/d2-with-hbfigureskater.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had made plans in advance via email to hang out on Saturday night, and from there many things went awry. First, I get a text saying that the friend made a lot of plans for them and is in the process of taking her to Malibu, so maybe we can't meet up today. I basically tell her that today is the only option for me. I suggest she flew all this way just to see me, so I want to make sure I can hang out with her, but if she is going to go with the friends plans then it probably isn't going to happen. 10 minutes later, I get a text saying that she can drive to my place later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple hours later, I get a voicemail while I'm in the shower. The friend has done some more damage, saying that traffic to my place was going to be a parking lot and it would take hours, so it is better if we meet in Santa Monica. So she is driving directly there. This messes up my plans to start the date at my place, and by the time I get the voicemail and attempt to undo the damage it is too late because she is already en route past the point of no return. Sparing those that don't know LA traffic and geography, what should have been a 30 minute drive to my place turns into a 1.5 hour drive to meet me 15 minutes from my house, because she had her driving along the coast where everybody and their brother is hanging out at the beaches on a Saturday so traffic is hell. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost pulled the plug on our date at this point, because it was going to be damn near impossible to get this girl back to my place. After trying to have sex with her on a bench in Union Square with no luck, I knew that attempts to do similar in LA were probably pointless. But I was hungry and one of my fav restaurants is in Santa Monica, so I figured I would eat and then maybe I can get her to leave her car and ride with me back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to this restaurant all the time and I know all the waitstaff, so I don't bother estimating this girls travel time and I just roll out. 20 minutes later I'm sitting down to a nice raw vegan chocolate shake and chatting up one of the hot waitresses. And interestingly enough, Joker is there having a D2 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBFigureSkater eventually shows up and we have a bit to eat and I roll out the kino.  I'm rubbing her back and her leg, and we kiss.  I lightly bite her neck and she is getting into it, and now she starts to try to take charge in a helpful way so I let her. She is saying things like "I wish I was able to stay with you" and "Would you like to go somewhere else after this? I could just leave my car here and ride with you" and "You just pick a place you want to go." She basically said everything except "Please take me to your place and fuck me." But I did anyway, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk into the pickup mansion, and of course she loves the place. Then she says "Where is your room?" and I lead her in, shut the door, push her down on the bed, and the rest as they say is history. This girl works out all the time with her skating so her body is amazing. I rocked that body for an hour. She had beautiful natural breasts that bounced up and down as I slapped up against her rock hard ass with her legs in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that made this work. The biggest overall being my identity. I had introduced this girl to raw vegan foods in New York and she has been eating mostly raw ever since because she liked how it made her feel. So eating at a raw vegan restaurant with me and talking about food, and having the staff fawn over me was helpful. The owner has seen me come in with a ton of hot chics now and just shakes his head with a smile on his face each time he sees a new one. (I even number closed a waitress right in front of HBFigureSkater.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big thing was not being a nice guy.  I didn't accept that we weren't going to meet up per the original plans, and I wasn't going to adjust my schedule to meet up with her "later."  But at the same time I was unreactive, like it would be cool if we met up but if she wasn't going to follow through I would just make other plans.  So she stood up to her friend and came out with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is that I was unreactive to all of the roadblocks her friend was throwing at us with the travel and directions. I didn't even mention it, but did drop in a comment about how close my place was. From there, turning on the kino and a bit of neck biting got her buying temp up and then getting her back to my place was no problem.  After the intial bs, she couldn't have made it any easier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5828561115042531657?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5828561115042531657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/08/lr-hbfigureskater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5828561115042531657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5828561115042531657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/08/lr-hbfigureskater.html' title='LR: HBFigureSkater'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-320671075933383821</id><published>2009-08-16T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:22:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LR: A night at the Playboy Mansion</title><content type='html'>In a single word, the Playboy Mansion is fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many hot girls and an open bar in a sexually charged environment. Upon arriving, I did a little walking around to explore the venue, walking past the different bars, around the grotto, and through the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only opened one set the whole night. The rest of them opened me.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked into the venue, this guy runs up and asks if I'm that guy from that band.&lt;br /&gt;A bit later, this married couple asks me the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are walking up to me and asking if they can get their picture taken with me. I totally want to be a celebrity. It would be so easy to get laid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a poker tournament and one of the blond female dealers is asking Drew, Joker, and I if we want to play. We decline. She says to us, I don't know if you guys are man enough to play. I say, "I have a vagina." She said something else challenging, and I replied again with something witty. But I forget. Then she says, "wow, you're a little bitch, aren't you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls open me for a photo. I am feisty with them, and one says "You must be on your period!" She asks me to hold her drink while she takes a photo. So I take her drink and set it down on a table. Then I tell her I put a roofie in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back out in front, where they have the red carpet entrance, I walk by as I'm exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A brunette poker dealer asks me to join the poker tournament, and the previously mentioned blond says something to the effect of "He is a little bitch and isn't going to play." Its all in good fun though. And I say, no, that's just because I'm not into blonds. And I put my arm around the brunette and she is like, "hello sweetie." We play together a bit, flirting, when a camera guy comes up and asks if they can get my photo. Of course. So I back turn the poker dealers and walk to the red carpet. The girl that asked me if I am on my period is there, and is standing next to me. And she muscles in on my pictures. So I grab her firmly at the back of the neck and hold her close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HB: "Wow, I really like that grip."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nomad: "Of course you do, baby. How about this one?"   And then I slide my hand down and start grabbing her ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I pull her in a little closer, and start to kiss her.  All while the cameras are flashing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then this guy approaches and hands me these really cool bone and wood sunglasses, and asks if I would wear them in the photo.  Sure.  So I get a pair of these really cool glasses to take home with me.  Afterwards, the girl I was just kissing asks me for an interview for her TV show.  So I do.  Then kiss her again.  On camera&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I roll back inside to the main party and meet up with Drew and Joker.  3 girls approach us and ask to get their pictures taken with us.  Sure, but that will be $19.95.  My target plays along and suggests she doesn't need to pay.  Look, I really would like to give you a free one.  But my manager won't allow it.  I just can't budge on this, I'm sorry.  So she asks if I take paypal, and then we do photos.  Then her friend gets in on the photo also, and I have them kiss me on the cheek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm holding my target at the waist and keeping her close to me, and I talk to all 3 girls and get to know them a bit.  At least once, somebody else comes in and asks for a photo with me.  I go back to my target and ask if she has seen the zoo.  No.  I describe some of the cool things there, and then lead her off to get a tour.  I'm holding her hand and leading her around.  We walk up to the spider monkey cage, and I kiss her.  And she asks me, why do you want to kiss me, we don't even know each other.  So I kiss her again.  And then we are making out like crazy.  Until her friends walk by and do that girl giggle thing that they do.  So I walk off with her down another path and we make out some more.  And after several attempts, I slide my finger inside her thong and start fingering her.  She is a little resistant, but I get the hook going on her g-spot and we are making out and she is getting really into it.  Then she decides we have to go back to her friends now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walk with her through the front entrance and some people stop to get my picture, and we continue on back to her friends.  My target has to go to the bathroom, and one of the friends disappears, so I chat with the 3rd friend and just try to be friendly.  We have a good chat and my target comes back, and I suggest we go see the other part of the party (near the private area of the zoo.)  We hang over there a bit, and then I see the cool birds at the zoo entrance (different than how we got there the first time) and I act all excited and start pulling her to the birds.  She can't really fight it, and then we get to the birds and she is like, you weren't kidding, these are cool.  Her friend arrives and starts talking about shit I don't want them talking about, so I go "Ooh, look at those emus!"  And Oh, look at those flamingos.  Eventually the friend leaves, and I want a closer look at the flamingos.  So I pull the girl near the flamingos, start making out with her, and slide my hand inside her panties again.  She is like, "Why do you keep doing that, you already know what is down there."  But once again I hook on her g-spot and she is enjoying it.  So much so that she orgasms.  I had unzipped my pants and after a few tries, got her hand wrapped around my cock, but she just held it and didn't really do much with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She wants to go again, so I pull her back down the dark part of the zoo and she is like No, we can't go down there.  But I lead her anyway, and then I have her against a tree and I'm fingering her again and now she is rubbing my cock, and I try to turn her around and bend her over and she says, "No, we definitely aren't having sex."  I agree, and try anyway.  But she is adamant.  We go back to her friends.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point, I feel that one of the friends is also into me.  She said a few things about how she was mad at me for hitting on her friend, which I interpreted to mean because she wanted me go for her.  So for a minute I thought about pulling her into the zoo and going for it.  She definitely had high buying temperature&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now my target is just following me around wherever I go, and holding my hand and we make out in front of everybody.  The party is winding down, so we all get ready to hop back on the bus.  I had scoped out logistics earlier.  They are all staying in the same room at a hotel near the parking structure where the shuttle buses go, and were going to walk from there.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we search for all the friends a guy is trying to pick up my target.  He had apparantly talked to her earlier and creeped her out.  She says to me, why is this guy still talking to me.  So we back turn him.  And make out.  And he still keeps talking to her while we are lip locked.  We walk about 10 steps away, and I climb on top of a chair to look around the crowd for our friends.  And this guy has stepped in between us, with his back to me.  I go grab her arm to pull her away, and he tries to elbow me and box me out.  I grab his arm and turn him and say Its cool.  And he grabs my arm hard and tries to kind of push me and says really aggressively, Oh its cool, huh!?  I just say yeah man, its cool and turn away and walk off with her.  What a douche&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we all hop on the bus, and I'm sitting with this girl next to me and we get to the parking garage.  I lead her inside, down stairs, and into my car.  And we drive off without her friends.  I talked with Drew Joker and her friends and told them to get a taxi, so she assumes we are all going to the same place.  We get to my house, and she asks where we are.  I say it is my Chateau in the Alps.  We go inside, and end up laying on my bed.  She says this is bad, she can't be on a bed.  And I start making out with her and fingering her, and then I try to lick her pussy.  At this point, she is wearing all of her clothes, her shoes, and my jacket.  She won't let me lick her pussy, so I make out with her more.  And then try again.  Still no dice.  So repeat again, and now I'm eating her out and she is loving it.  And she is still wearing her thong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I start looking for the condoms that I know are in my pants.  But can't find them.  I have to pull my left hand out of her pussy and put my right hand in so I can check different pockets.  And then I realize they are in my jacket, which she is wearing.  So I find the pocket, and take one out.  And she cums all over my face.  So I get up on my knees in front of her, put on a condom, and she is like No, we can't have sex.  I agree.  She says, why are you so confident that I want to have sex with you.  And I just say, of course you do.  And then I slide my cock inside her and she says you are so persuasive.  It was really hot sex.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had some great pillow talk afterwards where we were both laughing in stiches.  And then she needs to go back to the hotel.  So I put on another condom, and she is like what are you doing.  But I slide my cock inside her again and we go for another round.  This time, I flip her over and do her doggy and she orgasms again.  I was slapping her ass and pulling her hair and she fucking loved it.  Great sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I drove her back to the hotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of things came together for me tonight.  First, my presence was powerful and I was getting social proofed left and right.  I was on fire with my teasing.  I was leading.  I pulled this girl all over the venue.  She gave a ton of resistance again and again, but I was nonreactive and agreed with her and continued to escalate.  I dealt with an aggressive guy trying to dominate me.  I managed non-ideal logistics and got her back to my place.  And it resulted in fucking a hot girl with great big titties.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-320671075933383821?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/320671075933383821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/08/lr-night-at-playboy-mansion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/320671075933383821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/320671075933383821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/08/lr-night-at-playboy-mansion.html' title='LR: A night at the Playboy Mansion'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3002891385816960985</id><published>2009-08-08T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:23:35.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a good night.  I had some really good sets, and I had a couple good milestones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to a favorite bar on Cahuenga.  The door guy calls Joker and I out by name as we roll in.  There is one set and Drew goes in.  I order a drink and just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  Then I go talk to two fat girls, since it is a warmup and there is nobody else to chat with.&lt;br /&gt;Joker opened them with sausage fest, and they were kind of unresponsive.  I joined in and chatted with both of them.  One was obviously more engaged with me, so we repositioned so that we were next to each other.  I did the cat routine on the first girl, and then Joker ran it on her also.  Nice!  Other than that, I don't think I ran any scripted stuff.  We just talked a bit, and then I ejected by saying I have to get back to my friends (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  I walk to the end of the bar and ask Joker and Drew if either of them have opened a cute girl at the bar.  Nope.  Horse Girl.  She interrupts me and tells me that she is a fan of my music.  Cool, the sexy stereotype works :)  Cat Routine.  She tells me where she works and we vibe about that a bit.  I'm a fan.  I do a few high 5's.  Logistics...  she is supposed to meet a friend here.  He is from Australia.  He doesn't have a phone, and is late.  She lives in Korea town.  OK, so she is a floater.  She says she likes my jacket, and I tell a story about how I got it in NYC and the store owner loved me.  She shares a similar story, but never been to NY.  I suggest that if this thing works out we totally have to go there.  She agrees.  We also future project going to Belgium and Venice.  We chat about how she grew up in a trailer park and about what she is pursuing for future career.  I tell her, cool, you are white trash just like me.  We talk about her growing up in Iowa with big colored hair and piercings.  I tell her I'm impressed that she can do her own thing, and that she came to LA out of high school to find her own path.  Total respect (and I meant it.)  We hug.  Then we kiss.  Then we make out.  Then I rub her pussy.  I tell her that is all she gets.  She says, are you usually this friendly with people you just met?  Never.  Well, only 7 times today.  But never.  I bite her on the neck and we make out some more.  I say it looks like your friend isn't coming, so you are going to hang out with me tonight.  Let's go to another bar and get a drink.  So we roll out, arms around each other, and hop in a taxi.  We are driving towards House 2 and she is doing some texting.  I try to minimize this by taking her number.  She asks if I have a nickname to save it as, and I tell her Brad Pitt.  She doesn't want that one, so I say "The most interesting man in the world."  She decides to save it as Hez Purdy Kul.  Then her friend calls, and she says she has to take it.  Crap.  She says, sorry to cut this short, but I have to go meet my friends.  I'll just get out here.  And she does.  "But you have my number so call me!"  And we kiss again, and off she runs (k/#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.  The phone is not your friend.  Keep her away from it.  I would have fucked this girl for sure if I had kept the phone out of the equation.  I think a large part of what made this work well was just identity.  I ran little game, but had some good identity stories that pulled us together.  I also did some nice work with foreshadowing some travel together and was able to convey a bit of "I understand your world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm near House 2, so I get dropped off there and meet up with Traveler and Poker Face, and we roll back out to Cahuenga.  Joker tells me about a set in the back that he opened that has a birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  I walk into the back room with about 10 people and say loudly "Who is the birthday girl!?"  She volunteers herself and I say it is my birthday too (only slighly inaccurate) and give her a hug.  It is just her and another girl standing together.  The birthday girl is a bit bitchy.  She asks how old I am, and I say I am really old, like 73.  She says, you look it!  I smile and say thanks, I am so excited about the senior discount.  How old are you?  21.  Oh nice, congrats.  So have you been drinking?  Only slightly.  Oh I see, so you are always like this.  She says yeah, the edge doesn't really go away (So she knows she is being bitchy, cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-birthday girl challenges me:&lt;br /&gt;CB: Are you with that Asian guy?  From her tone, I know not to say yes. &lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  So I say, what do you mean, I have Asian friends.  I used to live in Asia. &lt;br /&gt;CB:  OK, are you with the rocker Asian guy. &lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Actually, I'm here by myself&lt;br /&gt;CB:  OK, cuz if you were we would have to shut you down right now.  He was kind of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.  Cuz Joker is one of the coolest guys I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake P comes into the set, and says hello.  The friend is now like, I thought you came by yourself, and suddenly here is your friend.  Ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the birthday girl target says, Are you guys trying to be in a band, or are you just roadies.  And she says it all snooty and condescending.  I kind of back turn her, and then I say actually, I just sleep on my friends couches and steal their drugs and their girls.  Its a hard job, but somebody has to do it.  She claims her Dad is in the music business, so she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say listen, I used to date a girl kind of like you.  She was kind of rude and bitchy to people that she met in bars, because dorks were always coming up and hitting on her.  But you don't need to be that way to me.  I understand.  And then she kind of opened up, and told me her name.  And told me that the friend was her boyfriend's sister, and that her boyfriend was sitting right there.&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome.  I took the bitchy girl, defused her (a bit) and got her to explain that I needed to be discrete.  This may be the first time ever that I have defused a hot girls bitch shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still a bit challenging, and asks if I am in a band and are we touring.  But now we are engaging from a position of what seems like mutual understanding.  Gabriel is in set now talking to the friend, and figures out that the birthday girl has been dating this guy for two years, etc, etc.  We decide to leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  I stop 2 girls on the street with high 5.  You are awesome, high 5!  The first girl says, how do you know, you don't even know me.  OK, you aren't so awesome.  But you are, high 5!  And her friend high 5's me.  The first girl would not let her guard down and was all about "you don't know us" over and over again.  Seriously, you aren't cool.  So I back turn her and let them walk away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  I stop a set on the street, just by looking at her like I know her.  She says, Yeah, I think I know you too.  The friends jump in, and I say that we went to elementary school together and I lost my virginity to her, and she plays along.  But they are in route somewhere, and they run off.  My elementary school friend yells after me that we'll see each other soon.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  We go into a bar.  The door guy knows us and lets us in without bothering with that stupid ID thing that door guys do.  I open a 2-set with sausage fest.  One girl loves it, and starts laughing her ass off.  We vibe a bit.  I do smart tests.  I pull in the friend, tell me if this girl is smart.  I need to know.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She loves it all.  Her best quality is that she tells it straight.  That's awesome, nobody likes to play games, I say.  OK, tell me, what were you like in high school.  A good girl.  College?  I got crazy.  How old were you when you lost your virginity?  She refused to answer, and kept saying how is that relevant, etc...  Then it fell off a cliff.  I backturned her for noncompliance, and the wasn't having any more of me.  My read is this set could have easily been hours long and gone nowhere.  Blow me or blow me out (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.  Back out on the street, I see this adorable girl walking towards me.  Stop.  Horse girl.  It isn't her but she forgives me.  Names.  She has a great name since her parents were hippies.  Are you smart?  No, I don't think so. (OK, time to calibrate down.)  I realize the positioning isn't super awesome right now.  She is leaning against a wall and I am facing her, so I adjust to be 90 degrees.  I tell her that she seems super sweet, and that I am going to adopt her as my new little sister and we are going to climb trees and have lemonade stands together.  She asks how I know she is sweet, and I say I can feel it in her energy.  She loves this answer, fortunately.  I ask what she does for fun, and she says goes to bars and not drink.  She doesn't drink or smoke or do drugs.  I say me too!  I even eat super clean.  She says she is vegetarian and has cut out dairy.  I tell her I am raw vegan, and about my 1 year old nephew and his dairy experiences, and about a fasting trip to Thailand, and more.  She is really into it, and we talk about being positive and having positive energy.  We hug.  I tell her, you are super sweet I am going to kiss you.  And then we make out for about 5 minutes.  She has super soft lips and she is about 5 feet tall and maybe weighs 80 pounds.  I would totally break this girl in half and I can feel myself getting rock hard in my pants.  We stop, and she says I totally shouldn't have done that.  I say, yeah, we totally shouldn't have done that.  And then I kiss her again and we make out some more.  Damn, I love those lips.  And that body!  Damn.  Did I just say damn?  Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says something again about how she shouldn't have done that.  I say, you know, our society places all these restrictions on people and trys to make them feel guilty for going with what feels right in the moment.  I say let's embrace the moment and be happy with our experiences.  She says yeah, but what about if it hurts somebody else?  I just say that it is impossible for anybody to be responsible for somebody elses happiness.  She smiles, and tells me she hasn't smiled so much in so long.  That is one of the best compliments I've received in a long time.  Another example of Game bringing happiness to wonderful women everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she tells me that she just (as in just) broke up with her ex.  She is couch surfing at the moment, and her ex's parents pay her cell phone bill (She can't get texts, only voice.)  I figure logistics are great.  Nope, a phone call comes in and she has to go meet somebody (I think the ex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the set, when we were talking about raw veganism, we talked about some restaurants.  I described some amazingly delicious bits of goodness, and told her that she and I are going to go check it out.  Her schedule is fuzzy, so we make soft plans for "this week."  Then we make out a bit more and then she goes off.  I watch her walk away and think to myself how awesome it would be to rock that body.  Damn.  I could tell that I wasn't going to be able to shut down the meetup, so I just let her walk off.  I wonder if I could have been more dominant here and made it happen.  I find it unlikely that with some of what she is working through that she will meet up, but who knows... (k/#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;- an almost SNL&lt;br /&gt;- a great make out with some amazing lips&lt;br /&gt;- defusing a bitch shield&lt;br /&gt;- dealing with a super AMOG from one of Poker Face's sets (too tired to write about it now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3002891385816960985?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3002891385816960985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3002891385816960985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3002891385816960985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3262811875451995930</id><published>2009-07-21T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:07:49.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday night</title><content type='html'>I went out to meet Driver and Poker Face.  I was late in getting out, and realized that my balls were covered with pussy juice, so I just washed them in the sink and ran out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a good hour talking with Driver about my history while some guy kept trying to talk to me about random shit.  I told him dude, I'm trying to have an important conversation.  Give me 5 minutes of peace here.  He is like, OK cool, I'll wait.  Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue has a lot of girls I've opened before and I don't open any of them again.  A few girls come up and talk to me, but none of them are hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker Face opened a girl with Horse Girl earlier in the night, and she didn't like it.  She later comes up to Driver and me and is kind of angry.  "Are you telling your friend to say random shit to girls and laughing at him.  That's not cool."  So she gives us a walk through of her reaction to horse girl.  I keep busting her frame and asking if she was teased as a kid.  Eventually she talks about her huge tits and how the only teasing she got was people trying to throw things down her shirt.  Then she walks off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  I did one set tonight.  Walking outside, there is a circle of 5 girls.  I hear one of them say one of the girls is looking for some cock.  I walk into the circle, and say "Sorry ladies, there is none of that around here."  They laugh.  I introduce myself to them and one of the girls is kind of bitchy right from the start.  Poker Face comes in, tries to pick up one of the girls, and she donkey kicks him in the nuts.  Ouch.  I try to direct the set, and say "Use your words, not your hands", treating her like a preschool kid.  The bitchy girl gets even bitchier and starts mouthing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction is fuck this.  This is not the right reaction.  It turns into bitchy girl just saying go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should have defused this and been more of a leader, but honestly I'm not really sure the best way to handle it.  Any ideas?  What is the best way to defuse bitchy girls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3262811875451995930?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3262811875451995930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3262811875451995930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3262811875451995930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-night.html' title='Monday night'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3829039445338754081</id><published>2009-07-20T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:30:38.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LR HB_B&amp;N</title><content type='html'>I met this girl at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble two days ago (set 41), and we lined up a Day 2 for today via text.   She has a little bit of a Drew Barrymore look, but with piercings and tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is supposed to swing by my place and then we'll roll out for an adventure date from there. That didn't work out because of some car coordination issues with her family, so I roll with the punches and go to pick her up at her place. She is outside when I arrive and off we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I tell her I forgot something at my place and bring her by, give her a tour, push her into the LoveSac, and then head out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place I love that has great raw vegan mylkshakes. The chocolate ones are fantastic, just ask Jake P. So we have chocolate shakes, and I'm tight with the waitress so she hugs me when we arrive and places our order ahead of everybody elses. It is nice to have friends. All of the outdoor seating is setup where we would sit across from each other, which happened for about 15 seconds, until I walked around, picked her chair up (with her still on it) and set it down next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole drive to and from, and partly during the mylkshake ingestion, she drops in bits and pieces about her being bisexual since she was 12, how she has had sex with girls including 3-somes (3 girls), but that she has never met a girl she would like a relationship with. She talked a little bit about a girl that she is seeing now on and off, but they haven't had sex yet because neither one of them is leading and making it happen. We talk a little about how a man would have just owned it and fucked her already. She agrees. She also told a story about a guy she works with who was fucking a girl that pissed on him and freaked him out. She also told me about how her sister won't masturbate because she thinks its gross, but she'll stick 4 fingers up her boyfriends ass. Clearly, she is comfortable with sexual topics. The whole time she is using words like hook-up, as opposed to the word relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive back towards my place and I stop off at a park in Beverly Hills to show her some sculptures that I love, and this really cool ficus tree, and then we make out. My mother recently asked me if I was gay (ha!) and I told her this story. As we walked back to my car she said she could let me Mom know that she is convinced I'm pure hetero. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without making any reasons why, I just go back to my place. I ask her what her favorite movie is, put in in the dvd player on the TV in my room and start escalating. There is zero LMR. We fucked, drank some water, and watched some of the movie. Then I went down on her and made her cum like crazy, and then bent her over and talked dirty to her while I fucked her really hard. Later she said her kidneys hurt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dropped her off. This could be the start of something good. I need to setup a threesome with this girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3829039445338754081?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3829039445338754081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/lr-hbb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3829039445338754081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3829039445338754081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/lr-hbb.html' title='LR HB_B&amp;N'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1626858269600544711</id><published>2009-07-20T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:31:46.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night approaches</title><content type='html'>Went to Crown Bar with the promoters. Met the door guy for future reference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived early and there was an open vodka bar. So true to my non-toxic life style, I had two vodka sodas with fresh lime. Yummy. I was definitely buzzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I winged Dylan Mackay on a couple sets that went really well. Dylan is back in action and is definitely knocking shit out of the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Walked into Dylan's set with 3 girls at the bar. Dylan introduces me as a rock star. I start chatting to the girl that appeared to be getting the least attention from Dylan and we split the set in two. This chic has a stripper name and she talks about how she is lesbian and dates strippers. So I share a story about how I recently had sex with a fetish model in a piercing chair at a piercing studio, and it was captured on the security camera. And how we watched that tape while having sex again. She thought that was pretty hot, and is telling me strip clubs to go to in Sacramento. I tell her I don't go to strip clubs because I don't need to pay for girls, but tell a story about a really nasty strip club in Austin Texas that I went to with coworkers once. I didn't even want to sit on the furniture, that's how nasty it was. We start talking about vaginas, and I do secret spots for her. She tells Dylan that I taught her things she didn't now, and Dylan said, "Yeah, that guy knows his shit!" Nice! She has to go to the bathroom, but we kiss before she goes and I slap her ass. She comes back and grabs my ass, and I slap her ass. They are leaving, so I get the # and we make out for a couple minutes. (# / k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Dylan is in another set, a seated 6 set. I go in, and one of the girls immediately says "Can I get my picture with you?!" Can you say presence? So I pick her up in my arms because she weighs like 80 pounds for picture 1, and then flip her up side down and act like I'm licking her pussy for picture 2. Then I sit down in the middle of 4 of the girls. The girl in the photos is married and is Thai. We vibed on some of my Thailand travels. The other girls all introduce themselves and we chat for a long time. Dylan takes off, and none of these girls are being very responsive to sexual innuendo. I tell them I'm going to go help some of my friends meet girls and I'll be back later. (C&gt;5) I did come back later, and they tell me they noticed me with a couple of hoes, with big smiles on their faces and high fives. Odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. There is a patio area, and there are two cute girls standing near the door. Horse Girl. It isn't her. We chat for a couple minutes, but it feels off and the girls wander off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. A girl is leaning against the bar with her arms crossed. I cross my arms too and try to look really bored. I open her with Quality Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. A girl is walking by, and I open her with Sex Last Week. She loves it, but it doesn't hook. I try to physically hold her in place but she walks off (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I open the hottest girl I see in the bar with Sex Last Week. She yells, we did not have sex, and then walks off. 10 seconds later, she grabs the back of my head and pushes me. Haha (B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1626858269600544711?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1626858269600544711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-night-approaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1626858269600544711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1626858269600544711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-night-approaches.html' title='Sunday night approaches'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3423962413723913594</id><published>2009-07-19T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:30:11.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday day game</title><content type='html'>After sleeping in and lounging around, basking in laziness, I met up with Poker Face for some day game. I had never been to the Hollywood / Highland Mall, so we started there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Young girl standing by herself. Hi, how many shoes do you own? She looked a little confused, and then says "I... French..." and looks a little scared. Then some young kid comes up to her and starts speaking french and pointing inside a store, and she goes off with him. (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much else around the mall, as it is mostly really young kids, so we head off to the Grove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Inside B&amp;amp;N, there is a cute young girl checking out magazines. She is continually hanging out near us, which is a sure IOI, so I go in. Horse Girl. She plays along spectacularly, and we hug our forgiveness. It isn't her, since she is from Texas, but she is happy to forgive anyway. I ask if she says Reckon. Nope, but she says y'all a lot. And willy nilly. She has a tattoo, and we talk about that a bit, as far as the symbolism in it, which reveals her age. 22. She asks how old I am. I'm really old, 35. And I'm dirty. I loved her response... somehow, when you are a cute young girl, it is more acceptable to be dirty. Nice. I tell her maybe we can hang out then. She used to be shy, but got a street promotion job for a few months and that helped her work through it. I share a story about a speech I gave in high school, and she grabs the story and runs with it. Essentially, people in the audience didn't know if I was nude or not as I was standing behind a podium. She suggested maybe I was wearing a banana thong. I go into the story about eating mushrooms off cow poo, and she knows people that do just that, so we share stories. A bunch of her friends back in Texas became big druggies after she moved away. I start to scope logistics... she is here with her Mom, and they are going to go do some things together. The Mom eventually comes over and says hello. She is a pin-up model / fetish model. I almost opened her earlier :) We exchange numbers (#) This girl was witty and fun, I hope this works out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. A girl with pink hair is sitting next to a woman who is wearing a pink shirt. I just stand next to her and bump her, so she notices me with my pink hair. We vibe just based on that. We talk about what they are doing at the mall, how this is her mom, where my family lives. They are going to go to a movie, and they leave to do that. I let them go without asking for the number, which was a bit silly of me, yeah? (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. 3 girls standing around. Hey, do you like horses? She really does, she grew up riding horses. She will forgive me though. A guy comes into the group, and they are going to a movie. The horse girl says, well, it was nice to meet you. I like that comment. It cracks me up. I roll out (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also supposed to go out Saturday night, but I pretty much passed out from running around in the sun for a few hours. 10 hours of sleep later and I feel like sleeping with half of LA. The female half&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3423962413723913594?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3423962413723913594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-day-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3423962413723913594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3423962413723913594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-day-game.html' title='Saturday day game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3964093572196969317</id><published>2009-07-18T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:29:02.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in LA!  Friday</title><content type='html'>We made some dinner reservations at a sweet club in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;They had a free vodka bar until 10, so I got in a couple drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Right when we sat down for dinner, the waitress tells me she remembers me and describes some things we talked about last week. Each time she comes by, Mr. S and I are tag teasing the waitress with some generally sexual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls me sir. I call her ma'am. Wait, ma'am is something you call an old lady. What could I call you? She suggests lady. OK, but are you a lady? (said in sexual voice) Well, maybe not after a few tequila shots. I thought so! We vibe more each time she comes back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for the number exchange, and she says she has to get her phone. She turns around, digs it out from a "secret spot" and then turns back around. I act shocked that she had the phone hidden on her person, and then get this knowing look in my eye, and smell the phone. She loved it (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delayed writing up the rest of this evening, and I am totally blanking on what happened later&lt;br /&gt;I know I did another 10 sets or so, all of which were fairly short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with Tyler Durden for awhile, and he said he's seen me out a few times and every time he sees me in set that I look solid.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.  I open a mixed 2-set with Oprah Winfrey.  The guy says hey, I know Tyler Durden, that's a nice opener.  Mr. S and I both kind of roll with it, and are like "Fight Club! I love that movie"&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, have you read The Game?  The girl says "I love that movie!"  Haha.  The guy leaves, and generally looks frustrated, and this chic is super into Mr. S.  I talk to TD later, and he says the guy came up to him asking for advice, and he was like "dude, you lost.  move on"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3964093572196969317?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3964093572196969317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-la-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3964093572196969317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3964093572196969317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-la-friday.html' title='Back in LA!  Friday'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4661501584753735510</id><published>2009-07-17T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:55:16.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday in Seattle</title><content type='html'>Seattle is pretty lame for game.  I'm a poet and don't know it. &lt;br /&gt;I arrive at my fav game bar at 10 pm. It is closed.  Closed!&lt;br /&gt;So I walk across the street.  I'm feeling a little anxiety.  No, a lot of anxiety.  I haven't really been out solo in awhile, and I'm checking out new venues that are mostly filled with dudes.  What's the solution?  Warmup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  I see two girls outside smoking.  I start to open them with horse girl, and one of them asks me before I can speak a word, "don't I know you from somewhere?"  I chat both of them up until they finish smoking, and they decide to go back to their outdoor seating area where they are having dinner and drinks.  A few minutes later I open them again, and introduce myself to the 3rd person in their group... a Mom.  She loves me.  She keeps laughing at everything I say and touching me.  I get some Thursday in Seattle venue advice from them, and move on.  I'm supposed to meet up with some friends I haven't seen in several months (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  I walk inside a bar I have been to once before, and wait for my friends to arrive.  I do a walkthrough and there is really only one set.  I sit next to her at the bar, and I hear somebody sitting next to her say "Isn't that (persons name) from that band (bands name.)  She says back, I don't know, and then turns to me and starts gaming me.  She asks my name, and I say the band persons first name.  She asks what I'm doing in town.  Work.  What do you do for work? She is totally interviewing me, and kino'ing me.  I play a little resistance.  I don't quite answer, and ask about some wine she is drinking, if it is good.  She says she comes here a lot, and recommends a white wine.  I tell her I prefer red.  She definitely prefers white, so I disqualify her for that.  She tries harder.  So...  were you doing a show here?  I really don't care if people are in a band, they are just normal people.  I tell her that I'm not really in a band, I'm a male stripper.  That's great, because she really is a female stripper.  She is now practically sitting in my lap, and I am rubbing her back and the back of her neck.  My friends walk in, touch my shoulder to let me know that they are there, and then sit back and watch the show.  Another stripper is nearby, and it is her birthday soon, so they are celebrating, but need to go back to work.  My girl tells me we need to meet up later, and I say if it is meant to happen it will happen.  Give me your number.  I don't know if she was trying to pull me to her work or not. So we do the # exchange, and then I tell her to kiss me.  She gives me a weak little kiss on the side of the mouth and then I let her go and go chat with my old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text her later, but no response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple hours of good chatting with my friends and catching up, then I hit the sack.  Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4661501584753735510?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4661501584753735510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-in-seattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4661501584753735510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4661501584753735510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-in-seattle.html' title='Thursday in Seattle'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5707111507662631166</id><published>2009-07-15T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:22:38.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar time with the boyz</title><content type='html'>I'm up in Seattle, hanging out with some coworkers and friends/business partners. We hang out for a few hours drinking wine, and then move out to another bar with a hot waitstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some expectations on the part of these people that I am the man. Many of them are married and think that I have wicked game. So of course I do my best to rise to the occasion. However, it is a Tuesday night in Bellevue, WA, so I do what I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Seated 4-set. They are all older than dirt and married with kids. One of them has a kid older than girls I am fucking. I open with quality control. I cold read them. The spokesperson for the group tells me I have balls of steel to sit down at a table of 4 married women. Yup. I do. The conversation is generally free flow, with one of the women asking me what I do, again and again. I rebuff her each time. None of these women is going to be going home with me tonight, so I'm playing with them. I call them the real housewives of the OC. The really quiet one, I start to get sexual with. I use the word cock, and she is taken aback. So I use it again. They are all getting ready to leave, so now my friends and I have a table to use in a packed bar. I hug them all good-bye (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I open a mixed 2-set at the bar with Oprah. The dude is like, I hate Oprah, my wife watches her all the time. The chic asks, where are you going with this? Some other dude says, yeah, where are you going with this. I'm not into the challenges. I chat with the second dude a bit then he takes off (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I sit down at a table of 6 women, all older than 40. They are Argentinian, and sitting at a table next to their husbands. I chat with them for about 10 minutes, and then just leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, there are no sets. There are about 4 women in the bar that don't work there. 1 of them is making out with a guy. 1 of them is in a hyper kino session with a guy. And two of them look like my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. 4 girls arrive and sit down. I open them with quality control. I cold read them... the spokesperson, the shy girl, the mother hen, and the trouble maker. I'm spot on. The mother hen eventually says, it was nice to meet you. I tease her for trying to get rid of me. I chat with the other girls for another 5 minutes, and then leave. I wouldn't fuck any of these girls with Joker's dick. I'm at the table next to them, and I hear the mother hen say "I should have said fuck off." So I turn around and talk to them some more, and say it is really cute how girls in Seattle who are 3's or 4's sometimes act like they are 7's or 8's. Did that get me any closer to getting laid? Nope. But in my current enebriated (sp?) state, I thought it was funny as hell (C&gt;5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5707111507662631166?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5707111507662631166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/bar-time-with-boyz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5707111507662631166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5707111507662631166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/bar-time-with-boyz.html' title='Bar time with the boyz'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6950537755469324975</id><published>2009-07-14T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:53:06.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LR:  HBFetishModel</title><content type='html'>I previously &lt;a href="http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-texts.html"&gt;wrote &lt;/a&gt;about an encounter with a fetish model I met when first moving to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month and a half goes by, where one or the other of us is out of town. We agree we want to meetup, but it isn't happening. We have plans to hang out, she calls an hour ahead of time and backs out. I ignore her for a week, and she texts me apologizing for cancelling on me and saying she does want to hang out. I do a double flake reversal, and say I'm going to be in her neighborhood that night anyway. So a full 5 months after meeting, we meet up for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick her up from her work at 9 pm, and we roll out to the beach. We walk along the sand and talk. The moon is glowing red, and the stars are glowing brightly. We walk out on a pier and observe all the people fishing. Then we head back to the beach and hang out on a lifeguard stand a bit. Logistics are bad. We can't go to her place (parents) and I live an hour away. So I just start escalating right there. There is zero resistance, and I just pull up her skirt, pull down her stockings, and then push her onto my jacket on the sand. We go at it right there on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we walk back to my car and go at it again in the passenger seat. There is now sand all over my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drive her back to her work and park next to her car. I open the back door of her SUV, push her in, and then hop in behind her and close the door. I'm laying down and she starts blowing me. A car pulls into the parking lot, and she just says "I gotta see if this is a cop." She pops her head up, confirms it isn't a cop, and then goes right back to work. Bless her heart. Her mom also calls while my cock is down her throat and she doesn't bat an eyelash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some pretty interesting commentary this evening. Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;Nomad: I'm going to do really naughty things to you.&lt;br /&gt;HB: I fucking hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: I want to feel your cum down my throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Oh god, I love your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We part ways, with her saying "You are pretty awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later we meet up again. She had already flaked on me one more time. Once again I double flake reversal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I meet up with her at her work. It is a piercing / tattoo studio. She is the last person there, and I need to use the restroom, so she unlocks the store and lets me in. When I come out of the bathroom, I push her into the tattoo chair and climb on top of her. She is wearing a long skirt with a zipper up the side, so I unzip and slide my hand up her thighs to discover she is freshly shaven and not wearing panties. I throw on a condom and start railing on her in the chair, and then turn her around and ride her doggy style while pulling her hair and slapping her on the ass. At one point, she kind of pauses, and then says "Oh, this is on tape!" The security cameras have been capturing everything. Sweet. I ask for a copy of the tape, but only her boss has access&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then roll down to the beach again, and have a short walk. We find an area about 50 feet from some people sitting around a bonfire singing Michael Jackson songs. I specifically recall hearing Man in the Mirror. I drop to my knees and start eating her pussy, and then tell her to get on her knees and turn around and I ride her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really petite and has a sweet ass. Her body type is just the way I like it. And she is naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive her back to her car, and tell her next time she needs to come up to Hollywood to hang with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6950537755469324975?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6950537755469324975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/lr-hbfetishmodel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6950537755469324975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6950537755469324975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/lr-hbfetishmodel.html' title='LR:  HBFetishModel'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-136480756105519331</id><published>2009-07-14T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:41:39.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Areas of Focus for Nomad</title><content type='html'>I received a lot of great feedback at this workshop.  Here are some things that I need to actively work on to bring my game to the next level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My look is solid.  Women and Men open me all the time.  Each time I get opened by a woman, I should be getting laid.  Period.  In the past, when girls come up and touch me, I would say something to the effect of "You need to earn that."  Wrong.  I should grab them by the back of the neck, and say "Well hello little girl" in a sensual voice.  Oh that is so cute that you made up that reason to come talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I need to be more sexual / sensual.  Example Jake P conversation:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I'm an accountant&lt;br /&gt;Jake:  Oh yeah? (said in seductive voice)&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Ooh, you are dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard game.  See previous post on the girl that went sexual immediately as a means of frame control and to intimidate guys.  I joke around with girls, but I need to very seriously disqualify these women.  I am hot shit, and I only accept women in my life that are of high quality.  If I continue to joke and be playful about sexuality, I will never get these really hot / high quality girls.  The reason you see a fat ugly guy with a really beautiful women is because they are uber-confident and have sick frame control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-136480756105519331?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/136480756105519331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/areas-of-focus-for-nomad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/136480756105519331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/136480756105519331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/areas-of-focus-for-nomad.html' title='Areas of Focus for Nomad'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5250978105188620095</id><published>2009-07-14T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:05:20.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop Saturday</title><content type='html'>First, we did a little day game down at Venice Beach.  I think the general conclusion is that Venice Beach is not the best day game location, due to proximity and the overall abundance of 13 year old girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Two girls in glasses shop.  Horse girl.  Not her.  Back turns me (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Walking set.  Horse girl.  Keeps walking (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Walking set.  Horse girl.  She speeds up (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Walking set.  Horse Girl.  Ignores me (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  We walk into a bar.  A group opens me, 3 women 2 guys.  One girl is into my look, one dude is a dick to me (she calls him a dick) and the other guy says to me, I just met them.  I greet him, and then proceed to ignore him while talking to this chic.  She is seemingly drunk.  She is starting a new business, and needs some web site creation, so I ask if she is starting to sell sex toys online.  She grimaces.  I mention sexual things a couple more times.  More grimaces.  I run the blender routine.  She proclaims it isn't her.  I'm done here (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  4 girls walking.  Horse Girl.  Walk with arm around girl a bit and stop them.  We hug, the friends love it.  Kino is a bit much maybe, and she pulls away with a "Nice to meet you." (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Two black girls.  When I get up close they look to be 13 years old.  Eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Two blond punk girls.  Horse girl.  They are tourists.  I'm not clicking with them and they keep walking (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Cute girl watching some performers.  Horse girl.  Hug.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  In response to asking if she is rich, she says, if by rich you mean houses on the beach and private jets, then yes ;)  We are vibing really well, playfully teasing each other.  She is visiting from PA.  Then she says she has to go and I see her walk off with Mom and Dad.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly stopping moving sets is an area I could improve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house for a break, and then out to some bars.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Outside Wangs, a woman is sitting on a wagon.  I ask her how much they charge to valet that thing.  Her friend is drunk and starts talking to me, and I pretty much don't understand anything she is saying, which cracks me up tremendously.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  A chic opens me with "you look really familiar."  Oh yeah?  Did we have sex?  Because if we did, I'm really sorry I haven't called.  She laughs.  She has a lot of rings, and I take both of her hands in mine and check them out.  One of them she bought at a concert for an obscure band, which I know.  She is impressed.  She asks if I know another fav band of hers, I don't, so I tell her she has to play me some of their music (seed for future meetup / pull.)  We are going to another bar, so we invite her along.  I grab her hand, and we walk holding hands a bit.  Then with my hand on her neck.  Then with my arm around her.  We hang at this other bar a bit and get a drink.  She had an open tab at Wangs, and forgot to close it, so I make a deal to buy her a drink and then she will buy me one when we get back to wangs.  agreed.  So we sit together, I put her leg over mine, rub her thigh, we chat about stuff.  One of my friends asks what she does for a living, and she says have sex with women.  Cool.  We talk about snowboarding.  I attempt to kiss her 3 times, no dice.  On the way back to Wangs, I slap her on the ass. She likes it, so I press her up against a tree and do it again.  She is sticking her ass out as a target, and I rub my hang against her pussy and slap her on the ass again, then pull her back into me and bite her on the neck.  She says "i'm trying to resist your advances."  I tell her cool, cuz that's all you get.  A couple block later, I push her into an alcove and go for the kiss again.  No dice.  So I spank her.  We talk for a bit about some Alicia Silverstone movie.  "that's when I first realized I was attracted to women."  I ask how many g/f's she has.  Zero.  She asks if I know any girls looking for a girlfriend.  No, not a girlfriend.  OK, how about to fuck?  Yeah, I know a few of those, but it is really just for group activities (meaning 3-somes with me.)  She says cool.  I say, with no g/f, do you masturbate?  Yup.  I go through secret spots of the vagina.  She says she can't have vaginal orgasms, and I shake my head and say you poor poor girl, and tell her a story about past g/fs that believe that too, until the day I taught them how.  She talks about anal sex a bit.  Now back at Wangs, she asks if I want that drink.  Logistically, she has to leave in about 10 minutes as somebody is coming to pick her up.  I decline, and say she can get me one later, I'm going to meet up with my friends.  But we'll hang out soon, and then maybe I'll teach you to have a vaginal orgasms.  She demurely says OK.  Then I say kiss me, and she does, and I roll off to meet the rest of the guys (# / k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  girl in bar.  HG.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  girl sitting down.  I ask for a lot of compliance by asking her to stand up.  Nope.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  Two black girls outside Wangs.  One is looking at me like an ice cream cone.  I walk up and put my arm around them and say, hello ladies.  Jake P and I split them up and game them individually.  I'm super dominant with her, and she guesses that I'm a Leo.  I agree (because I am) but then she doesn't believe that really a Leo.  I go to kiss her, and she pulls away, and says to me "but that isn't a rejection."  I say whatever, I'm a Leo.  (I don't know what that means, but she loved the confidence.)  I'm super kino guy with her, and she says to me please don't touch my neck like that again, it will drive me crazy.  So of course I do.  And I also grab her arms and pin them behind her back and then start making out with her.  Jake and I bounce them to a bar and sit in a dark corner and make out with them.  Their logistics are messed up and they have to leave together on a bus in about 30 minutes.  I go for boobs and pussy but no dice.  (# / k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  Street 2-Set.  I get through "Do you know who Oprah Winfrey is?" and the girl immediately says, "I'd eat her pussy!"  I buy into her frame and own it, challenging her expertise in eating pussy.  She says to me, I like your pink (my hair.)  I tell her I like her pink too, and rub my hand between her legs.  She takes a step back and flashes her panties.  She says I look like I know my way around a pussy, and I pull her in and whisper in her ear, saying Girl, I am an expert with the pussy.  I teach a class on advanced sexual techniques, and I start into secret spots of the vagina.  She asks how she can get ahold of me later, and takes my number.  I tell her I really only teach in 1:1 sessions.  She starts to tell me her life story, and I say "this is the boring version of the story."  How old were you when you lost your virginity?  15.  What is your favorite position?  On her bag, legs in the air, over the guys shoulder.  So I push her up against a wall, and describe a bit how I would fuck her that way.  She is from Georgia, and I tell her that I've never made out with a girl from Georgia before, so a make out ensues.  She gets feisty and pulls on my jacket, bending a metal ring on it.  I grab her hands and pin them down next to her, and tell her that is completely unacceptable behavior.  She apologizes profusely, and says she has a pliers at home, so we can fix it.  A pliers eh?  Maybe I know a way you can make it up to me then...  and I pull her breast out of her dress, and start tweaking on her nipple on the street.  She tells me she is getting really horny.  Yeah, that happens to girls around me.  Jake P and I are analyzing the set and this girl and her friend start roaming down the street and we let them go (# / k)  Our dialogue would probably have been better for another time, as we should have bounced them instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake P interacted with this girl in a completely different way as a demo.  I took her sexual frame and ran with it.  His first words to her:  You're gross.  Said in a serious way.  She immediately began seeking repoire, and Jake said no, you're gross.  I know what kind of girl you are, and I don't like it.  You just say really sexual things to shock guys.  She starts to kino him, and convince him that she isn't that kind of person.  She verbally states, I like you.  Jake and I later have a dialogue of this interaction.  A girl like this is a specific profile.  She uses sex talk and innuendo to plow over guys and intimidate.  The way to handle this is with hard game.  Genuinely and seriously disqualify her to break her frame.  Make her chase for your attention and genuinely earn it.  Girls that do this purely for validation will fold and blow them selves out.  Girls that truly are confident will become real, and you can now engage in a real dialogue from a position of mutual respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, the next night Jake brings this girl over to the PU Mansion and she blushes like crazy when she sees me.  Haha.  We are going to add her to our social circle to help get into better clubs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5250978105188620095?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5250978105188620095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/workshop-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5250978105188620095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5250978105188620095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/workshop-saturday.html' title='Workshop Saturday'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1133113419141487906</id><published>2009-07-13T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:47:41.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop Friday night</title><content type='html'>We go out to a great club in Hollywood, with lots of beautiful babies. This place is always sweet on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I start by opening two girls at the bar. Horse Girl. Hug. We are chatting nicely and I get interrupted by 3 girls pulling at my jacket. It is new and looks sweet as hell (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 3 girls pulling my jacket. I am at a loss for what to say, since 3 hot girls are standing around me in a circle touching me. I lose the previous set because these girls are demanding my attention with their kino. They ask if my nipples are pierced. I choke on all my words and eventually they go away. Ah well, that's what warm ups are for (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I open 2 girls with Oprah. They deny knowing who Oprah is and disappear (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gabriel P tells me a girl is fucking me with her eyes. Horse Girl. Hug. We chat about music. I move to isolate her, but her friends say they just got to the club and have to be social. She asks if I'll be in this spot, and I say no I'll be socializing, but she gives me her # (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy opens me, in a group of 2 guys and 7 girls. One of the chics is wearing a dress that matches my look. I grab her and pull her from the other side of this circle of people so she is standing next to me with my arm around her. She starts repoire seeking, and we vibe on where we are from. We are future projecting going to Hawaii together, having sex on the beach. We kiss. Her friends want to go dance. Logistics are that she is visiting from Pittsburg and she has to stay with friends. (# close / k close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I open a super tall hot blond, who towers over me by 12 inches. The details escape me (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Another tall girl opens me, asking if I'm somebody from a certain band. I say no. I start to run my own stuff on her and she loses interest. Gabriel and Jake help me analyze the set after, and a few actions need to change. 1. I was giving her too much attention, and need to mirror her body language. And 2, I should always say yes, I'm that guy from the band. This is confusion game at its finest (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Poker face opens a girl with HG.  She doesn't like it, and he tells me she didn't get the joke.  I go in with a "you didn't get the joke" opener.  Smart tests.  She bites HARD!  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She mentions she has a boyfriend.  I do 8 girlfriends.  She says she can't be my 9th girlfriend, and again mentions the boyfriend.  She now has no value to me, so I leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it is 1:30 am, and I text the two girls I got numbers from. I hook back up with the girl that was eye fucking me earlier, and work on getting her and her 2 friends to the "after party." They go into the bathroom for about 17 hours, and come back out with other plans. I go home alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad night. My presence is tight and I had people opening me all night, and I have some better ways of managing girls that open me going forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1133113419141487906?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1133113419141487906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/workshop-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1133113419141487906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1133113419141487906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/workshop-friday-night.html' title='Workshop Friday night'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1077270741188036975</id><published>2009-07-10T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:47:00.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night warmup</title><content type='html'>Went out with Poker Face and Traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stop by Happy Ending, it is pretty slow, so we start the walk to Cahuenga.  On the way, we stop and some English Pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I vibe with the hostess.  She is an English actress/waitress, and I tell her that I never get along with English people.  I tell her I'm going to touch her boobs, and pick up her necklace and play with it.  We have some good banter going back and forth, and I tell her to give me her #.  She "can't" with her manager watching.  I say I understand, that we can be discrete, and she writes her website down on a biz card and says really loud, here take a biz card and be sure to check us out again!  (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We get to Wangs.  Cute blond walking through.  HG.  Hug.  We chat for about 15 minutes and she has to get back to friends (visiting from out of town.)  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  We walk down the street.  Two young girls walk by.  I stop them, horse girl.  My target is repoire seeking, and asks where I'm from.  I tell her it is a long story.  Her friend says she has to pee, but the target says she has time to hear the long version of my story.  We make the friend wait to pee for about 10 minutes, then we part ways (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  At Velvet.  Standing 2-set.  Horse girl.  A 3rd girl comes in, and they push me towards her.  She loves me.  She asks when I was born, and I joke with her that this is a new version of the What's your sign pickup line.  I ask, are you trying to pick me up?!  Maybe.  I love the word maybe.  I want to use that more in set.  She is 38 years old and looks it.  She is fun, but I'm not feeling super into her, so I say adios and get a biz card from one girl for her Wed DJ gigs. (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Back at HE, a seated set.  Girl heard HG before and tells me to go away, and threatens to call security.  I attempt to say something like, Oh, I get it, you are one of those antisocial bar girls.  She says no, I just don't like your creepy story.  Go away.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been slacking for a few days, so it was good to get out again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1077270741188036975?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1077270741188036975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-night-warmup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1077270741188036975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1077270741188036975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/thursday-night-warmup.html' title='Thursday night warmup'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3165976990420293855</id><published>2009-07-08T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:15:59.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday night with the promoter</title><content type='html'>We went out with the Promoter on Wed.  This was my first night out in some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I open some random girl with HG.  It isn't her (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cute girls dancing.  Situational opener about the fashion choices of a go-go dancer.  We agree her boots are not cool.  One girl disappears, the other hangs with me in a close talking / touching, almost slow dance position.  Kino is strong.  Her friend comes back and pulls her away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We hang and chat with 3 girls for a long time.  One of them is possibly a lesbian.  I touch her boobs.  They are boring (C&gt;5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3165976990420293855?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3165976990420293855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesday-night-with-promoter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3165976990420293855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3165976990420293855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesday-night-with-promoter.html' title='Wednesday night with the promoter'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-8815610374279610558</id><published>2009-06-21T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:46:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D2 with HBFigureSkater</title><content type='html'>On Sunday in NYC, I met up with HBFigureSkater, the girl I had a tea insta-date with on Friday afternoon.  We decided we were going to see the movie Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet at Union Square, walk over to a theater in Chelsea, stop by a sushi place for a roll (her) and some green tea (me.)  We sit down at the sushi place and I tell her to sit next to me, and we repeat our activities from tea two days prior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie theater, we sit near the back.  It is quite full.  She is wearing a skirt, and I put my jacket over her lap and slide the skirt up, and rub her legs.  I start tickling her pussy on the outside of her panties, biting her neck, etc...  She is really wet, and really into it, and then gets shy and pulls away.  Repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends, and we walk off to Pure Food and Wine.  Yup, I love that place.  So does she.  (Did I mention that the desserts are fabulous?)  We kiss a bit in the store.  I am vibing with the staff there, and she is asking all kinds of questions about my eating lifestyle.  (She emails me later saying that I converted her.  That is becoming a trend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk down the street towards Union Square, and I push her up against a wall and we make out again.  We get to Union Square and I pull her into an area that has some construction and some benches in the dark.  We sit down, and I pull her onto my lap and start to rub her pussy again.  She is definitely not good to go on the bench, and starts to put on some strong verbal resistance.  She decides to tell me she wants to, but not here, and she has some stuff to work through (I assume a relationship, which she also emails me later to say.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was an alright D2.  I knew going in that logistics were bad.  So I went for it on a bench in Union Square.  She might come to LA to visit some friends and see the Depeche Mode concert where the deal would be sealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-8815610374279610558?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/8815610374279610558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/d2-with-hbfigureskater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/8815610374279610558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/8815610374279610558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/d2-with-hbfigureskater.html' title='D2 with HBFigureSkater'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1427392951456841859</id><published>2009-06-20T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:25:47.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday in NYC</title><content type='html'>I'm hanging out in NYC.  I love this city, and I could absolutely see myself living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go solo around the lower east side and do a little shopping.  I'm hanging out on St. Marks, and go to Trash &amp;amp; Vaudeville to check out their rocker wear.  This story absolutely kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking out a couple jackets and some new shirts, when this guy that runs the place gives me a look and proclaims, "Clearly you get it!"  I give him a look and say, that makes two of us.  We are instant friends, and he hooks me up with a discount and offers advice (which I requested) on some jewelry.  He then escorts me to another section of the store and tells the jewelry sales people to take care of me.  Great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping, I see two girls checking me out.  They have pink hair too, so we bond.  As I leave to another store, I see them there.  As I'm buying sunglasses, I see them again.  So I ask, how old are you guys?  17.  Conveniently, the age of consent in NY is 17 (Thank you google.)  I walk with them for awhile and we share discussions on shopping and I'm teasing them for being trouble makers and trying to pick me up.  I hold hands with the cutest of the two for a few blocks, then let her go.  We arrive at another store they recommended, and I let them go.  I should have gone for a #.  Ahh well (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking into this store, a girl walking out gives me the eye.  I turn around and follow her out and open her simply with "Hey."  I go through my story of visiting NY, shopping, and she tells me about a fetish party she is going to that night and I collect the details.  I invite her for tea, find a tea store in google maps, and off we go.  I grab her hand and walk off with her, and then put my arm around her, and she comments how I am very friendly.  Yup, that's me.  We have tea, and talk about her history of figure skating (she has a great body.)  I tell her about my raw vegan diet, and she says that obviously it is working because I look fabulous and am in great shape.  We start kissing in the tea shop, which is very traditional japanese and stuffy.  I tell the little tea girl that she is cute and she blushes like crazy.  My girl says she is usually more reserved in public.  That's cool, I'm spontaneous and will often just go with what feels right.  I can see that, she says with a smile.  We kiss more.  As we leave the tea shop, I push her up against the wall and we make out heavily.  Logistics are bad, as I have no place to bring her and she has to get back to New Jersey to get ready for the party in Manhattan that evening.  We made plans to hang out the next day (# / k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some of Joker's friends and then went to dinner at Pure Food &amp;amp; Wine.  This place fucking rocks.  The desserts here are amazing.  5 star taste (at 5 star prices.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we hooked up with some of Jokers sarge buddies and went to a few different bars.  First up was Brass Monkey.  I opened a mixed 2-set.  The guy had an uncommon name that I remembered, and everytime I said his name he loved me more.  Joker occupied him a bit while I talked with his girlfriend.  I said they looked really cute together, when are they getting married, and she got that look on her face that was clear she wasn't sure he was the one.  I got slightly sexual with her, asking her and the guy to hook me up with her mom.  It was a good social set, but was definitely a go nowhere (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with a few random peeps and winged Joker on a few of his sets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started walking the streets by myself and ran into a cute South African girl.  We vibed for 30 minutes as her friends waited for her.  They had full travel dependency back to NJ so she was out, but we became facebook friends for the hell of it.  (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked past a big fat black girl.  She calls out to me, where are you going?!  To meet my friends.  If you don't find them, you want to hang out with me? (Pout)  Uhhh.... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open a moving two-set.  Joker comes in and wings.  I realize early that she is a working girl, but I play with it for fun.  She says we should go have some fun.  Oh, I dug out an old board game.  You ever play Parcheesi?  No no, some adult fun.  You mean like Twister?  Oooh, have you ever played Rock Band?  She kept trying to subtly state that she was a hoe, but in the end she just threw her hands up in the air and said "I give up."  Then she hands me a biz card and walks off. Hehe.  That was a fun frame control exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1427392951456841859?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1427392951456841859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-in-nyc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1427392951456841859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1427392951456841859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-in-nyc.html' title='Friday in NYC'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-769594213272076582</id><published>2009-06-09T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:33:57.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Monday Night after a short hiatus</title><content type='html'>Joker is back in town and we roll out to celebrate.  We stop by a new bar next to a strip club but it is a sausage fest, and then move on to karaoke night at one of our fav places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt really good to get out.  Guys were talking to me as soon as I walked in the door, and I was exuding this cool guy vibe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling a little bit of AA.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Joker opens a mixed 3 set with SLW.  I talked to the friend, who was facing the bar and not opening up at all.  Finally, I asked where she was from.  Greece!  So I shared some stories about my adventures in Greece.  She was laughing, but this was clearly a go nowhere conversation.  Eject.  I have to go take my turtle for a walk (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I had seen these two girls walk in, dressed to the nines.  They were sitting at the bar, and I was going to go open them next, but Joker was already there.  Bastard!  The girls were cold and bitchy, and I just back turned them and stood there for a few minutes watching the Karaoke people sing their hearts out.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I walk past this girl with a beautiful smile and big curly hair.  She opens me.  I put my arm around her and her hair catches my industrial piercing, and I accuse her of having medusa hair and attacking me.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Her best feature is her smile, and I have to agree.  It is really nice.  I give her a genuine compliment, telling her that it is the eyes that make the smile.  I scope logistics.  She is with all work friends.  I tell her I could never hang out with my work friends, and she asks where I work.  At home!  Haha.  We are both kinoing each other.  Then some of her friends were up for Karaoke and I lost her attention, so I moved on planning on coming back later (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Two girls and a guy are standing, watching the karaoke.  This tall blond needed some attention, so I went in with Horse Girl.  Hugs.  Her family is from my home state, so her friend was laughing her ass off, calling her weird horse girl.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She was pretty quiet, not giving me a lot, but I kept telling stories and plowing.  Then I did the blender routine.  She laughed, saying that she should be the one saying most guys try to kiss her in the first 5 minutes.  Then when I told her she can't get wet, she laughed nervously, and then walked away.  Blow me or blow me out (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Joker was chatting up two English girls, and he pulls me into their booth.  I occupy the friend, and we are getting along fabulously.  Then they both need to go the bathroom and off they go.  I come back in later, and start pushing things sexually, and they get weirded out and move on (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Winged Joker on 2-set at bar.  I start talking to the friend, and she says to me "I saw you when you first walked in an hour and a half ago, and you didn't come talk to me until now!"  She was upset, because she wanted my cock.  I tell her that life is short, and she should be happy that I am talking to her now and enjoy it.  She agrees, and we start chatting about stuff, and then she says "But too bad you had to wait until now.  I have rules!  I won't give my # to guys that wait until the end of the night to talk to me!"  I guess I lost that frame battle (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The girl that was running karaoke all night opens me in the parking lot.  Or should I say, she had a guy that was talking to her open me, and then she starts talking.  She remembers me (or says she does) from a place she used to work (that I have never been.)  I play along.  Two or three other guys are gaming her.  One of them loves me, and asks for my number.  I kino this girl like crazy, she demands I take her number, I setup soft plans for a Day 2, and then we leave.  Joker says to me, WTF?!  Yeah, I didn't try to take her home.  I text her, saying lets go grab some food.  "You should have thought of that in the parking lot!"  Oops.  Clearly, my mind was elsewhere.  Fuck me. (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slow as of late, but am pleased with how my overall presence was tonight and that the sets I did went fairly well, except that I should have fucked the girl in set #9 instead of getting a number and going for a Day 2.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-769594213272076582?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/769594213272076582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-monday-night-after-short-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/769594213272076582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/769594213272076582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-monday-night-after-short-hiatus.html' title='Good Monday Night after a short hiatus'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5131788730948718988</id><published>2009-06-05T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:09:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First night out after a brief hiatus</title><content type='html'>After fucking 3 girls in a week, fingering a fourth, and then having sex with a fifth girl thereafter, I was totally unmotivated to go out.  So...  I played Wii (or No-friend-O) like a mad man.  The good news is, my Wii Golf skills are through the roof.  The bad news...  my game took a little rest.  There are worse things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, starting June fresh on the fifth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I walk up to a girl that was eye-fucking me, put my arm around her and start chatting.  Her tits brush against my hand and I grab them and start playing with them, and then pull her into the corner, start kissing in and playing with her tits, and then I stick my hand down the back of her pants and attempt to touch her pussy, getting only as far as her back door.  This girl was like a 4 with big tits, and her ugly friend was feeling left out and pulled her away.  She made me take her number (# / k)  Not bad for my first set in a couple weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I approached 2 Asian girls with Traveler and we split them apart.  She had a slight accent and I asked the question of instant death, where are you from? Blah blah blah.  OK, but you speak other languages?  And she makes me guess...  so I reply in Chinese, and she is amazed.  We vibe on that a bit.  Her friend needs to go somewhere and they head off together (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were definitely more sets, but I can't remember them...  note to self, write field reports asap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5131788730948718988?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5131788730948718988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-night-out-after-brief-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5131788730948718988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5131788730948718988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-night-out-after-brief-hiatus.html' title='First night out after a brief hiatus'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6356361491529494408</id><published>2009-06-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:19:53.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickup Mansion Month 4 Summary</title><content type='html'>I did way fewer sets last month, but had several Day 2's and more make outs.  There was some attrition in the rotation but I feel good about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life milestone: I had sex with 3 women in one week, and fingered another, and then a 4th girl a few days later. For various reasons, I then took a week or so off to recover. Note to self: In the future, when you fuck four girls in a week, keep going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;Feb&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;March&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;April&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th&gt;May&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blowouts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;10.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;15.3%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;45&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;31.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;36.4%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;C&lt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;59&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;48.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;48&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;40.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;45&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;31.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;21.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;C&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;19.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;31&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;26.3%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;29&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;20.4%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6356361491529494408?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6356361491529494408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/pickup-mansion-month-4-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6356361491529494408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6356361491529494408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/pickup-mansion-month-4-summary.html' title='Pickup Mansion Month 4 Summary'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7576071680722066824</id><published>2009-05-31T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:07:55.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She opts in to the rotation, and then out again</title><content type='html'>A girl that I had in the rotation many months ago blew me off completely after I moved to LA, although she lives 45 minutes away.  She is really flighty, and gets weird ideas in her head, and flips between happy / angry by the day.  High maintenance... I texted her a few times and she said something like "Please take me off your distribution list."  I emailed a month or so later, and she said "Why do you email me?!  I don't want to be bothered"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her loss right?  So I replied with something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Because we have really hot sex together, and from the tone of your email, it sounds like you need it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months go by, and I get an email from her:&lt;br /&gt;Subject:  You&lt;br /&gt;Body:  Are so right...  What are you doing this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, she swings by my place and true to my prediction, we had really hot sex together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night after hanging out with Poker Face and Driver, we were all a little tipsy and were singing some songs on the guitar, and I suggested to Driver that we go for a devils 3-way, half jokingly as I had already had a bit too much to drink.  We didn't even do anything, but she felt something was off and now claims to be traumatized.  Ah well, good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7576071680722066824?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7576071680722066824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-opts-in-to-rotation-and-then-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7576071680722066824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7576071680722066824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-opts-in-to-rotation-and-then-out.html' title='She opts in to the rotation, and then out again'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3694331654213891685</id><published>2009-05-26T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:55:52.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with HBNewZealand</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend with Set 91 from Month 3 in the Mansion (Day Game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a text a few days after meeting her, saying Who is this anyway?  I called.  We spoke on the phone a couple times after that, but she was in New Zealand and then in Arizona.  My Memorial Day weekend plans fell apart and this girl invites me to Arizona to hang out for the weekend doing some mountain biking and pool time.  I tell her if she gets me a bike, I'll come.  I give her a couple more hurdles and she jumps them, so I book some tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We text a little bit, and I turn things slightly sexual.  She tells me that she expects a gentlemen, no less!  I respond by saying that with an attitude like that, clearly she isn't getting spanked enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrive at the airport, and she shows up in the worlds shortest dress.  Her ass hangs out of it whenever she leans forward slightly.  I hug her, and kino her in the car.  She pulls away a couple times, but I keep it up.  We get a couple bottles of wine and some food, and then stop by a bike rental place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are "closed" but I see the guys that work there out back.  They closed 10 minutes ago and are drinking beer, and I vibe with them and bribe them with beer to rent me a bike now.  They even give me a discount :)  To her, this was incredibly impressive, how I controlled the situation, led the guys, and got what I needed and left them happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to her place in the middle of nowhere.  I am kino'ing, and she is pulling away.  We start drinking wine, and I'm playing guitar and we are singing.  She is getting a little drunk, and I keep escalating, and she keeps stopping me.  At one point, I rubbed my hands across the outside of her panties, and she gets up and says "Oh God, I am so turned off right now!"  But I keep pushing, and the next thing you know, I am licking her clit while she is sucking on my balls, and then we fuck on a big LoveSac, and finish up in her bed.  I wake up a few hours later, and start fingering her and we go again.  The next morning, she acts like she didn't remember anything that happened the night before.  So I pretend that I didn't remember either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to escalate the next day in an effort for another round, but she is not receptive, pretty much like the day before.  I am thinking to myself that this is total BS, but I make the best of it.  This girl clearly has some sexual hang ups.  But, she was probably the hottest girl I have ever had sex with... this girls legs are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I had sex with 3 girls and fingered a 4th.  A year ago, something like this was beyond my imagination.  I love my life! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3694331654213891685?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3694331654213891685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-with-hbnewzealand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3694331654213891685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3694331654213891685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-with-hbnewzealand.html' title='Weekend with HBNewZealand'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2753870143959384302</id><published>2009-05-22T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:42:13.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 with HBAirport</title><content type='html'>Day 3 with HBAirport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous day, I met up with HBAirport and we did a little kissing and she sucked on my fingers a bit.  Then she felt like it was going too far, and along with a real time constraint, she left.  I was thinking it may be the last time we interacted, due to her internal conflicts about her relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…  we texted a bit through the rest of the day, spoke on the phone, and then at 2:30 am she called me and said she had been thinking about me nonstop and would like to meet when she got off work at in the evening the next day.  I reluctantly agreed, and told her she needed to wear a skirt and a specific pair of underwear.  She agreed, saying that her panties would be wet with anticipation by the time we met up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day she sent me a couple texts…  she was shopping for stockings she had to wear at work when she wore a skirt…  She parked in a specific location that meant she could be available 30 minutes earlier than originally discussed… that she hates wearing skirts and heels and she did it all for me.  She is certainly committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I meet her at the airport, and she won't ride with me in my car and requires that she drive separately and just follows me.  I talk about how this complicates things but she is steadfast so I agree, teasing her about it.  We arrive at our destination, which is a surprise…  a building that I have rooftop access too that is guaranteed to have a great view and privacy.  I give her a jacket, since it will be a little cold.  We walk to the building, and I walk with my arm around her and pull on her hair, and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she loves it.  When I waive my access card to unlock the door to go into the building, she hesitates…  but I just keep walking and she follows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the roof, I walk over to the corner with the best view, point her in the direction of the best view and get close behind her, our bodies touching, and start pointing to all of the sites and explaining where we are.  She agrees it is a beautiful night skyline.  Then I start kissing her ear…  she moans.  I start biting her neck.  She collapses backwards into me, holding me.  I slide my hand up the back of her skirt and start tickling her pussy through her stockings.  She is into it…  and then pulls away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about the night sky, we look at some more stuff, and then I kiss her.  We start making out pretty heavily, and I slide my hand up the front of her skirt.  Whenever I go to get inside her stockings, she pulls my hand away.  Then I touch my cock and put my finger in her mouth and she starts sucking on it.  I tell her I want to taste her, and she says no…  and then puts her hand down her pants, gets it wet, and puts it in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit her down on a bench, and kneel in front of her, and she wraps her legs around me.  I'm rubbing her pussy and unzip my pants and pull my cock out.  I get some pre-cum on my finger, and put it in her mouth and she starts sucking on it.  I start to kiss her pussy through her stockings, and test to see if I can get a hole in them, but they are too strong.  But I get my hand inside and start fingering her.  She is moaning like crazy and we start to kiss, and she is sucking on my tongue.  This is going on for about 5 minutes, and now my pants are open with my cock in my hand… and just before I start to get up to put it in front of her mouth, she jumps backwards and starts crying, and says take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… what can you do?  I pack things up and we start to leave.  I touch her once as we are talking and she jumps away and says "Don't touch me"  and says some angry things towards me, basically saying "I was about to do something that I know I can't do."  But then as we are walking back to where we parked, we have a good long hug, probably a good-bye hug.  She says something to herself about it being over and she needs to get that in to her head.  I help her get away from the crazy homeless people in the area and into her car and on the road back home.  So long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers smell nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2753870143959384302?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2753870143959384302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2753870143959384302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2753870143959384302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Day 3 with HBAirport'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5105858549647830085</id><published>2009-05-21T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:08:17.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 with HBAirport</title><content type='html'>This girl I met at the airport and have been having phone sex with, I am in the region where she live for work and we talk but she is totally against meeting up with me because she "couldn't control herself."  She is torn, because she wants me like crazy but she is in a relationship.  She lives about an hour away from where I am and I know there is no way she is going to drive an hour...  so I drive to within 5 or 10 minutes of where I think she lives, and I call her.  On the phone I talk her into meeting me at a starbucks nearby, but she has only 45 minutes because of some family obligations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we meet at Starbucks, and get a tea and chat a little bit.  I am touching her and putting my arm around her. I try to sit on a couch so she sits next to me, but the sun is shining in her eyes and it is really uncomfortable, so we move and now I can't touch her.  I give her a high 5, and then hang on to her hand and she hangs on to mine briefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told her I have a book to give her (My Secret Garden, about women's sexual fantasies) and she asks where it is.  Come with me to my car to get it.  So we walk out to my car, and I slide my hand up into the back of her hair and pull on it a little.  Then I sensually slide my hand down her back, grab her ass in my hand and then caress her lower back.  We arrive at my car, and I push her up against it and kiss her with tongue.  We make out for 0.2 seconds, then she pulls away.  I open my car door and sit down, with her facing me.  I tell her to get in the car and talk with me, and she is like NO, NO, NO, I'm not getting in your car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she does somewhat sit down, by leaning against the door frame.  I rub her legs, and start to tickle her pussy on the outside of her jeans.  This is OK for about 30 seconds, then she pulls my hand away.  I rub her legs, and touch her nipple through her shirt.  She again pulls my hand away, but she is sitting there.  I put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her in and kiss her again.  She isn't giving me anything there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her I want to taste her.  Put your hand down your pants, get your finger wet, and give it to me.  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she has to go and she stands up, and I tell her wait, I want you to do one thing for me.  I want you to watch, and I start to unzip my pants.  NO, NO, NO, put it away, I am leaving right now.  I stop...  then I start again.  NO, NO, NO, I'm going to walk away.  "Do what you need to do."  And then I rub my finger along the tip of my cock to get it wet with pre-cum, and I press it against her lips.  She starts to suck on my finger like crazy and starts moaning.  I take this opportunity to pull my cock out.  Then she pulls away again.  I get more on my fingers and do it again.  She sucks on it and moans louder.  Then she pulls away.  My cock is now out in full daylight, and I am rubbing it in front of her.  She won't look down.  By now she should have left 10 minutes ago to get back to her family obligations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull my pants back up, and pull her into the car on my lap and make out with her.  She sucks on my tongue like a hoover as I'm stroking her body.  Then she gets up to leave, and I get up and give her a big hug, and she walks off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texts me a bit later that it is a good thing she left when she did, because she still wants me but I am far away.  And she calls me horrible.  We text back and forth, talk on the phone briefly, but she won't come out again.  We text and talk a couple times over the next few hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30 am she calls me, says she is thinking about me, that she will meet me tonight and let me taste her on my fingers but NO MORE.  I'm supposed to meet her when she gets off with work.  I told her what to wear.  Then we had phone sex and she came like crazy.  Let's see if we really do meet up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5105858549647830085?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5105858549647830085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-2-with-hbairport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5105858549647830085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5105858549647830085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-2-with-hbairport.html' title='Day 2 with HBAirport'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7578313867807567285</id><published>2009-05-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:37:27.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex with HBAirplane</title><content type='html'>I'm in the town where HBAirplane lives, and I text her to let her know that I'll be in town.  She gives me some lip about not wanting to be a booty call, that she wanted more notice I was coming to town.  But then she gets over it, and we meet up and I make her scream like a little girl as I do her doggy style&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7578313867807567285?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7578313867807567285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex-with-hbairplane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7578313867807567285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7578313867807567285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/sex-with-hbairplane.html' title='Sex with HBAirplane'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7908857805758812413</id><published>2009-05-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:35:14.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday night luvin</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to hang out in SF with a chic, but she flaked on me.  Then I'm flying out of SF to do some work on Monday, and she calls me up and says she will do anything to see me.  So I have her pick me up at the airport and we spend an evening together full of wild luvin.  Nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7908857805758812413?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7908857805758812413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-night-luvin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7908857805758812413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7908857805758812413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-night-luvin.html' title='Monday night luvin'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7499123501514551135</id><published>2009-05-17T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:20:10.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday in SF</title><content type='html'>Another night out in San Francisco. First, I stop by a restaurant with Traveler and his buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. While we are eating, I see this girl at a nearby table observing me with puppy dog eyes. So I finish eating and go in. Sexy shoes. Running Bay for Breakers. Fun times tonight and at the race. We have to go... so I go for the # close. She says to give her mine. I do, knowing that this is a dead end. Yup, it was (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. The 3 of us are at the Marriott looking out over the city. Two girls from St. Louis open us and ask if they can take our picture. I tell them it will cost them, and make her give me a kiss. Then I motor boat her, because her tits were huge. I have her sit down and chat with her for 10 minutes about random fluff stuff, and then send her on her way. (C&gt;5 - Motor Boat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Still at the Marriott, I go up to a seated 4 set. Quality control. I sit down on the arm of one of the girls chairs. They are all married having a ladies night on the town. She tells me if she ever was to cheat it would be with me. Then they all leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. At the W bar, Mixed 2 set - horse girl. They loved it. They are obviously a couple, but I ask anyway. The girl flew in to town to see this guy, who is there on biz. I chat with them a few more minutes, and then head on my way. As they were leaving, they come to me to say good bye, and the girl neighs and gallops away! Hilarious! (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. 2 blonds at bar - horse girl - they are stand offish and cold, giving me nothing. (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. 2 asian girls - Smart tests. She is not really reactive to anything, then I whip out the chinese language skills and suddenly she loves me and is super impressed. Then her friend pulls her away (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Blond at bar - Horse girl. It isn't her, then she walks away to a pack of 5 hot girls that I never approached (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I sit down next to two girls. We are chatting forever, I'm kino'ing weakly, and they introduce me to their guy friend. Then they head off to the little girls room (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Girl dancing by herself. Horse Girl. She walks away and gives me a "talk to the hand." (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. A community guy opens me, and asks if I read the book The Game. Nope. He says he has been watching me and I'm good, and just keeps talking and talking. I cut him off and say lets go talk to girls, and watch him run his game. It is pretty weird / try hard. And then he starts to eject, so I take over the set, and then tell him after wards not to eject so easily. He tells me is was going to open some more sets to build social proof and then come back to this set. wtf!? (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7499123501514551135?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7499123501514551135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-in-sf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7499123501514551135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7499123501514551135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-in-sf.html' title='Saturday in SF'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2117872345169809289</id><published>2009-05-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:39:22.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice a Roni, The San Francisco treat, ding ding!</title><content type='html'>It is Friday, and I am hanging out in downtown San Francisco for the weekend.  Circumstances brought me here, and I get to hang out with some friends and have a few refreshing beverages.  I hardly ever consume alcohol, but last night I had 3 drinks and now my tongue is swollen and it is difficult to chew.  I ate some raw honey and it is now feeling much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I went out for dinner by myself.  I went to Cafe Gratitude at 9th and Irving, taking the train from Union Square.  I was just chilling the whole way out and while eating.  I chatted up a few random people in the restaurant just because I was feeling a little social.  I am working on just being totally open and friendly to everybody...  I'm that fun social guy.  On the train back, I chatted up this great lady that was in town for some medical treatment, and she had a completely optimistic positive view of the world and was excited she got to visit SF.  Nice frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, I meet up with 2 of my friends and we head out for beverages.  I'm just chilling with the guys and catching up, and then we head over to the W hotel bar and I get rolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.  Seated 3 set, 2 girls / 1 guy.  They are in for work from Turkey.  I don't use any scripted material and just talk and get to know them and share some identity stories... why I am in town, my lifestyle, etc...  Brad Pitt.  I'm kino'ing pretty aggressively.  I invest most of my time in the woman that is cutest, but pull in the other 2 with questions from time to time.  They need to go to bed for an early something tomorrow, and I let them go (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.  2 girls standing - horse girl.  She won't forgive me, and says she holds grudges.  I plow like a mo fo, and am getting nothing out of this girl.  A friend asks her, do you need to go to the bathroom, and I say you should definitely go to the bathroom in an attempt to obsurdify.  She stays.  She tells me I should never say somebody is the weird horse girl again.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  Seated 7+ set.  5 women and 2 guys.  The 2 guys are old, and I know are not with them from seeing the set earlier. I come in with Oprah.  The guys try to disrupt me and ask if this is a lie.  It is the biggest lie ever.  The guys laugh, and don't know how to deal with me.  I sit down and start talking with everybody, and then start focusing on the girl sitting next to me.  They are all in from out of town for a girls weekend and are all married.  One of them lived in Japan and my buddy is living there currently, so I pull him into the conversation as a wing.  The 2 guys that were in set already are totally pissed at me, because nobody is talking to them anymore.  Game recognize game granddad.  I am kino'ing this girl like crazy and she is into it but says verbally that she is married and won't do anything.  I tell her that it is cute that she thinks I am hitting on her, and keep touching her.  I am in a band, she could be in my band but needs to be platonic, no fantasizing about me...  I'm clearly into stage 2 kino land.  She is loving it.  2 new friends come in and say it is time to go, and the whole group gets up and leaves.  My buddy from Japan later commented that the 2 guys were "so pissed off" at me.  Haha (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.  Cute blond &amp; Friend.  No idea what I opened with.  No idea what I said.  I got her to stand up and then pulled her back down on my lap.  Strong stage 2 kino.  She gets up and sits across from me.  She asks how old I am...  dirty old man.  She is 38 and looks hot.  Her friend says it is time to go and they leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  Big mixed set on the street waiting for the traffic light.  High 5s.  I motor boat this girl next to me, and she says to the group, "Hey, I was just motor boated by this guy" with a big smile on her face.  (motor boat close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.  3 girls walking down the street.  You are awesome high 5!  They keep walking (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.  I'm back in the hotel to go to bed.  Two girls waiting for the elevator.  Did you grab my ass?  Maybe.  You messed with the wrong man little girl, and I walk up close to her and put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her in close, my hand on her hip.  I am a bad man, and you should get as far away from me as you can or I am going to do dirty naughty things to you.  She got as far away as she could (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.  I'm on the phone in the hallway.  A girl walks by with a bag of food, and I ask where's mine?  She says do you want a taco?  What kind?  blah blah...  Nah, I only eat pink tacos.  She leaves (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a much better experience then last time I was in SF.  On that trip, I had blow out after blow out.  This time, I was much more fun and had more fun.  I was being sexual and being comfortable with that sexuality earlier in conversations.  I did 8 approaches, some of them long in duration, all while hanging out with non-gaming friends.  Nice!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;Motor Boat - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2117872345169809289?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2117872345169809289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/rice-roni-san-francisco-treat-ding-ding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2117872345169809289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2117872345169809289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/rice-roni-san-francisco-treat-ding-ding.html' title='Rice a Roni, The San Francisco treat, ding ding!'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7881323183202503162</id><published>2009-05-14T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:28:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Texts</title><content type='html'>A girl that I met in Month 1 of the pickup mansion ignored all of my texts.  She is a fetish model and I dig her look.  On April fool's day, I sent out a mass text and I've been able to manage to engage her via text only, with one short phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  April Fools!  This is Nomad.  Who is this? (I already played Man of your dreams with her in Month 1)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Haha hey dude its HBFetish&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Haha, hey HBFetish.  Sorry I haven't called, just been really busy.  We should hang out soon (basically suggesting that she is chasing me)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Where do we know each other from?&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I have no idea!  :D  Maybe we met at a ski lodge in the Alps?&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Haha oh yea!  (She isn't giving me a lot, but she is playing along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later, I throw out some weak stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  The Alps are so awesome!  We need to do that again for sure lol&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  My fav part was when u fed me strawberries in bed, haha.  What was yours?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish: Hmm sitting by the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, weak.  But doing some role playing and relationship shadowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I send the usual "what kind of trouble you causing today" and we joke about that a bit.  I tell her it is a good thing that she isn't a typical LA girl, or I would have to destroy her like all the others (suggesting I have high value in LA, which I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, we exchange some more texts.  All phone calls at this point have gone to voicemail. I share a bit of my travel experiences, and she digs it.  And then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  We should hang out when I get back to town so I can make sure u aren't a closet dork, haha&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Maybe, I am still not sure where I met u =)-&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  The Alps!  We met in the Alps!  Yeah, I don't want to hang out with some weird dork who carries her dog in her purse either, so we should grab a drink and if u are cool I will bring u somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Oh yea!  How could I forget!  Yea, we'll see =) (she isn't ready yet)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Cool, maybe i'll give u a call when I get back.  No fantasizing about me b4 then!  &lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  K, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchange a few fluff texts over the next week.  She mentions she is moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Are you moving to the Alps?  So jealous!&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Haha maybe. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Are you inviting me?  I'm not sure I am ready to move in together... u are moving a little fast for me.  Maybe we should hang out a bit first&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  A yea ur crazier than me&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Lol.  Maybe :)  call me&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Maybe-&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Haha, with an attitude like that, clearly you aren't getting spanked enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response to that... and I make several soft offers of plans over the next couple weeks...  I am going here with friends, you and your friends should come.  I might have free time, maybe I'll let you take me somewhere...  all denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some vegas plans and was leaving in a few days, so:&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I'm going to Vegas next week, but I may have some free time before I go.  We should hang out... I still need to make sure u aren't a dork&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Same here, how do I find out ur not a dork b4 we meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I call her.  We talk for about 10 minutes...  she can't remember where we met, and I pretend the same.  She suggests we meet when our "common group of friends" is around.  I say maybe, and go about my day, and offer soft meetup plans with group of friends over the next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's beginning to feel a little bit of a connection, because she is not texting me unprompted.  When I was in vegas, she asked how the trip was going.  I tell her we need to grab a drink when I get back, and she says "sounds good."  That is the first time I have gotten anything other than maybe or can't make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back to LA, our schedules don't meet up.  I tell her she is the worst girlfriend ever, and she is so sleeping on the couch tonight.  A few days later I text, and she says she is in NYC... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We text some more, on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Watch out NY, HBFetish is in town!&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Yay! I'm running crazy on the streets, so drunk (so drunk = filter is down, turn it up!)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Good thing I am not there, you would probably try to take advantage of me&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Haha you know me too well ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Bad girl!  *slap on the ass*&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Haha still you know me :)  mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  There is more where that came from naughty girl&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Oh yeah, what?&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Maybe someday you will find out... but you have to make me a present first, I am high maintenance ;)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  What kind&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Make me something sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I ask if she is still in NY and suggest a restaurant.  She says she is in NY for a month.  Oh well, it has been 3 months already, so what is another month... &lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Nice! Spankings will have to wait&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  (Asks me question about my last name... trying to figure out who I am)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Nope (she is way off, has no idea who I am)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Damn, sorry I forgot.  I guess I am the worst gf :(  so what's new...&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Yeah, worst gf ever.  I am so gonna have to punish you when u get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it starts to get interesting...  we have gotten mildly sexual, she is contacting me without me initiating, and she is really trying to figure out who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following texts happened over about 4 hours, with varying delays between txts:&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  My ears are tingling... are you fantasizing about me?!&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Now I am, your hand in my hair, looking off a steep cliff, whispering in your ear ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  What are u whispering?&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Wouldn't you rather hear it from my lips?&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I grab a handful of hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  My best nightmar, steady yet frail&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  My arm around your waist, pulling you in close.  Biting into your neck... gently at first...&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  A small whimper escapes, momentarily paralyzed, then grasp your hipbones...&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I kiss down your neck... to your collar bone.  Tearing open your shirt, exposing your breasts... taking your nipple between my teeth&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  I pull back and stumble, on the edge, yet in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I lift u in my arms and lay u on the hood of the car.  Pulling ur pants down to your ankles... kissing ur stomach... gliding my hands along your thighs&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  My heart is racing, legs shaking, I grab u by your shirt, pull u close and over me.  I've submitted long ago.  You come in, I taste ur salty lips&lt;br /&gt;Nomad: Your legs wrapped around me, pulling me deep inside u again and again.  The wind blowing from the depths... our fucking in rhythm with the gusts.  Your screams drowned out by the winds howls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 hours later:&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  So fucking hot, the hottest &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  I got this message in the hardware store btw, triple hot, my tight black jeans are soaked&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Oh, the things we could do in a hardware store... I would love to peel off those jeans and taste u&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Oh nomad! How our conversations have changed ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day:&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish: Hey, you should send me a pic, since I haven't seen u since the Alps, and so I can have accurate fantasies ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I like the idea of u touching yourself while thinking about me.  You should send me a pic so I can reciprocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sends me a pic.&lt;br /&gt;I send her a pic of Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Ha ha, funny funny fucker :)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Ooh, a fiesty one!  Look again little girl (I send her a pic of me)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Little girl :0 hey, got it, I remember you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Of course you do!  Nobody forgets the Alps&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Yeah, maybe I do, worst memory ever&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Certainly u remember when I tied you up on the giant shag run in front of the fireplace (me remembering that she liked sitting by the fire)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Its a little foggy, I remember struggling, and the fire.. what happens next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I spin a great sexual story over the course of a few hours.  In the middle she says:&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  You know u got a way with words ;)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  So hot! ;)&lt;br /&gt;HBFetish:  Yep, wet panties again, and loss of words :)  Now I remember more vividly than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  not bad for a little text game.  I suspect this is going to go somewhere really nice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7881323183202503162?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7881323183202503162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-texts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7881323183202503162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7881323183202503162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirty-texts.html' title='Dirty Texts'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2816147224473713374</id><published>2009-05-14T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:42:31.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaselines Concert</title><content type='html'>Driver, Joker, and I head to El Rey to see the Vaselines.  We get in around 10, and open a few sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  Solo girl.  I open with "I am so excited to see these guys!"  We vibe, she tells me where she is from, how long she has been in LA, etc...  I run reckon/yonder.  Then we vibe some more.  This girl is awesome, but I'm not sexually attracted to you.  Joker is working on genuinely connecting to people, and this girl is as genuine as they come, so I pull him in (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.  I wing Driver on a 2-set of girls that turn out to be uber boring.  What the hell, you are coming out to listen to the Vaselines and you act like you are at a funeral!  I say one of the girls looks like a naughty librarian and she just rolls her eyes.  Whatever...  I should have sung the whatever song for her.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.  I tell a girl that I love her look.  It's true, I did.  And then her hot friend comes to stand next to her.  And then 3 guys.  I talk with all of them for a few minutes, and then they run off to get good viewing spots for the show (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show rocked.  Molly's Lips and Jesus Don't Want Me For a Sunbeam being favorites of those that have watched Nirvana Unplugged.  Francis is hot, if you close your eyes and just listen to the accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2816147224473713374?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2816147224473713374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/vaselines-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2816147224473713374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2816147224473713374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/vaselines-concert.html' title='Vaselines Concert'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5680999419653808746</id><published>2009-05-13T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:20:30.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop #4 - Day Game / Loud Club</title><content type='html'>After talking with Gabriel about winging strategies, we went out for day game, and Driver and I paired up with Jake P.  I was feeling really chill, and wasn't super hungry to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  Jake sends me into a mom/daughter 2-set.  This really smoking hot black girl gives me a really big hug after my sexy shoes delivery.  We vibe for a bit...  I say hi to Mom, and ask the girl to share a secret with me of what she is doing for Mother's Day.  I tell her how I am visiting my Mom in SF the following weekend.  Mom likes me, and asks her daughter to meet her later at the next store.  I ask if she likes chocolate, and talk about a great place to get chocolate shakes, then # close with soft plans for a Day 2.  I'm texting this girl on and off. (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little break, we head out to a big club for dinner.  Before leaving the house, I rocked out with Marilyn Manson and NIN, and jumped up and down, screamed, and literally bounced off the walls.  I was totally in state.  Then... dinner... and sleepy time.  I was super chill after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk into the loud dance area, Gabriel tells me to warm up, and I do 3 quick sets with "Did you just grab my ass?!"  Apparently nobody did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39, 40, 41 - 3 blowouts.  I am now warmed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.  I open a 2-set at the bar.  Oprah Winfrey.  They are lawyers.  I tease them for being evil.  Jake whispers in my ear that we are leaving in 5 minutes, so I # close.  It was a pretty weak number (#)  I should have gone sexual (Blender routine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.  Back downstairs, a cute girl is standing behind me.  Did you just grab my ass?!  She says What if I did!?  I kind of choked on my words...  she 1-up'd my escalation, and I froze.  My response should have been something like, you messed with the wrong guy little girl, with some stage 2 kino.  Instead, I said something like Um, I guess.. Um, you are a bad girl, and slapped her on the ass.  But the moment was gone and it felt weak and she walked on (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  We head over to Cahuenga and I see a girl standing outside Beauty Bar.  She opens me and loves my look.  We vibe a bit and I get her #.  I invite her to an after party, and she runs to look for her friends but she is never to be seen again.  (#)  (In last day, texted and had a 15 minute phone call but no Day 2 plans due to schedule conflicts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lessons for today:  go to stage 2 kino quickly, and run the blender routine.  People think I am sweet, and because I'm not getting somewhat sexual in the first few minutes I end up with numbers instead of SNLs.  Personally, I think SNLs sound much more appealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 4&lt;br /&gt;# - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5680999419653808746?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5680999419653808746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/workshop-4-day-game-loud-club.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5680999419653808746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5680999419653808746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/workshop-4-day-game-loud-club.html' title='Workshop #4 - Day Game / Loud Club'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7745812338446306951</id><published>2009-05-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:52:03.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop #4 - Friday Night - Troll Management</title><content type='html'>Gabriel and Bobby were our workshop leaders this month, and they did some fantastic work.  We kicked off the night with some discussion about apparent dichotomies in pickup, such as Outcome Independence vs. Persistence and Leading vs. Flexibility.  It was a great philosophical discussion and Gabriel is a great thinker and philosopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then did some exercises in energy and facial expression calibration to be appropriate for a given venue.  An example would be lowering volume in a library or book store, and being more physical and visually expressive in a loud dance club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit a local bar and got to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  3 big black girls from a bachelorette party walk by.  I vibe with them about random stuff.  The really big black woman is hi-larious, and I leave in high state (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  Two big hispanic girls.  I wing Poker Face.  They keep staring over our shoulders with an uncomfortable gaze, and then run behind us to grab the arms of their big fat hispanic men (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  Again I wing Poker Face, this time on two blonds at the bar.  I vibe with them about midwestern things, and run reckon/yonder and cow shit.  One of these girls is about 250 pounds, and the other is old and doesn't know how to speak.  I plow for about 10 minutes for the practice in plowing, and then move on (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  I see a girl I have opened in the past across the bar.  I walk up to her and just say, I know you...  and then we hug.  And then we make out.  (This is the girl from approach #96 from the 3rd month in the pickup mansion - April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect the friend that cockblocked last time is in the area, so I chill a second and vibe with the girl.  Her attention span is really short, and she is mildly intoxicated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then out of nowhere, the friend arrives... and snarls.  Literally.  She has this crazy look in her eyes, tosseled hair, and enormous teeth.  She looks and acts like a troll.  When she notices that I am totally nonreactive to her smell or her snarl, she says to me, I don't like you.  I respond by saying I didn't know that was important to me.  She laughs...  and takes a pseudo-playful swing at me.  I jump behind my target and pretend she is holding me back from kicking the trolls ass.  In truth, I don't stand a chance.  She outmatches me physically in every way, but she is no match for my intellectual horsepower.  The troll laughs.  The target laughs.  I am in...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk with the target a bit more.  I talk with the troll a bit more.  The troll keeps trying to take my sunglasses...  i keep fighting her off, and then eventually I change tactics.  I hand them to her...  and tell her to keep them safe while I go to the restroom.  When I come back, she hands them back to me.  And then I make out with the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, Gabriel P comes in to wing, and the troll starts to get all aggressive with him and takes a couple swings.  He wisely ejects.  A troll is not to be trifled with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... the target has a horrible attention span, and she is seeking validation everywhere.  There are 4 dudes standing next to her chair, hovering to give her validation.  She turns to them occasionally and talks with them.  Makes out with them.  I grab her chair and spin her back to face me.  That works, but...  I decide to use the troll for my evil purposes.  I start to say things to the troll, who are those creepy guys?  They are just hovering there... it is so weird.  And then with a delay for it to sink in, she starts to tell off the guys and gets rid of them for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention an after party...  the troll says can't we just think about the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troll goes to the bathroom, and I use this as an opportunity to pull the target elsewhere.  We sit outside and make out and I tickle her pussy through her jeans.  She grabs my cock.  I tell her that we can't go home together tonight, and she asks why not?  I suggest that she needs to win me over more.  She says that I can come home with her tonight... and, this is where I fucked up.  I said OK.  Houston, we have validation!  The proper answer was we'll see and some qualification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hook back up with the troll, and now...  I'm getting AMOG'd by this $60 year old.  He manages to isolate by taking them out to smoke.  I watch from afar, out of curiosity.  He is trying to be sexual with the target, trying to kiss her, and it looks weird.  I come in and ask the troll, "Is that her dad?"  And she takes action, telling the guy off.  Then I pull the target away, she jumps into my arms, and we make out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the troll is trying to hook-up.  There seems to be some agreement that my target can't hook up with me unless the troll has someone.  I spend a few futile minutes trying to help with that, looking for insta-wings.  No takers.  Even a guy she said she was interested in, when I pulled him over she snarled at him.  WTF.  Preemptive rejection perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all hop in a taxi together... troll, target, me.  Oops, I should have made a nomad sandwich.  The troll is in a bad mood, and my target is propitiating.  Your place?  No.  So I give the driver my address...  a conversation between them ensues, and upon arrival they aren't going to get out.  I'm not interested in working on this at this point, so I just leave.  Total cost of taxi home for me:  $0.  I win&lt;br /&gt;(k close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;k/# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7745812338446306951?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7745812338446306951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/workshop-4-friday-night-troll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7745812338446306951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7745812338446306951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/workshop-4-friday-night-troll.html' title='Workshop #4 - Friday Night - Troll Management'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2678660063264093673</id><published>2009-05-05T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:51:30.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy Delivery</title><content type='html'>I get a text from Joker around 2 am.  He is pulling 2 chics back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;I put on some pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.  I roll out and find Joker sitting around the fire pit with a chic in his lap, and one lonely looking girl.  I begin to bond with her... matching energy and such.  I pull her into my room to play guitar, leaving Joker and his target alone.  Isolation 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play a couple songs on guitar, kino, share some identity photos.  Make out.  &lt;br /&gt;Joker's chic is now looking for her friend and they walk in my room, and we end up having a 4 person pillow fight with girls wearing next to nothing.  One of the girls manages to kick my laptop and crack the case.  Collateral damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...  no pussy.  They have to leave.  We let them go.  My girl tells me to take her #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2678660063264093673?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2678660063264093673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/pussy-delivery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2678660063264093673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2678660063264093673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/pussy-delivery.html' title='Pussy Delivery'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4702023466126828039</id><published>2009-05-03T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:02:27.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Day 5 - Yeah, We look Good!</title><content type='html'>Completely randomly, a friend / wingman of mine was going to be in LA this weekend.  But alas, I'm in Vegas.  Then last night a text...  dude, friends and I decided to drive to Vegas, are you out tonight?  But our plans differ and we go to different clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker, Driver, and I roll up to the Palms to hit Moon and Playboy.  I had signed up for the guest list on the Palms website, so I rolled up to the velvet rope, acting like a VIP.  A guy walks up and says to me, "How many people are with you?"  3.  OK, you don't need to wait in line, come with me.  And he pulls us through, skipping the line and the payment line, and puts us into an elevator with 15 chics.  Yup, that's the way we roll.  That is how good we looked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Hefner and the Playmate of the year are there.  So is Dennis Rodman, the originator of the Rodman technique.  The venue is full of people, and it is loud, and I'm a little bit intimidated at first.  I tell Joker if he finds me standing around in a chode circle, to tell me to get the fuck away.  But not now... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Girl sitting at the bar.  Horse Girl.  Are you trying to insult me?  OK, listen up... there was this girl... are you with me?  Oh I'm with you... Is that some kind of horrible pickup line?  It's the worst pickup line in the world, but will you forgive me?  She is not having it (B) Good warmup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Two girls walking past.  Sex Last Week.  They keep walking (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roamed the club, checking out the environment.  Its a pretty cool place, great views...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Girl standing near a bottle service area.  Horse Girl.  A guy comes in... you know this girl?  Yeah, she is my wife.  I continue the opener and then he pulls her away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  A girl opens me by asking if I'll show my penis to a bachelorette.  I tell her to show me her vagina.  I grab her tits and ask her if they are real.  She gets angry, and calls me an asshole and says you just touched my breasts!  No, I touched your shirt.  She turns around and I slap her on the ass.  She then kicks me in my ass.  I'm laughing my ass off and she is really angry.  What did she expect, compliance (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend texts me and says Lavo is off the hook, so we hop in a taxi and head over&lt;br /&gt;The taxi line is long, and full of chics...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  The line rolls around so she has to go (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Bachelorette party of drunk girls.  Something situational...  lots of hugs.  They get in a taxi (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these taxi line sets were great state builders, loaded with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door guy is being a dick...&lt;br /&gt;It's after midnight, I can't let you in.  (It is about 10 after 12)&lt;br /&gt;How about if $20 found its way into your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;I see a promoters name on the list and have Driver text it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, promoters lists closed at midnight&lt;br /&gt;How many chics do we need with us dude?  I'll make it happen...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not with those boots&lt;br /&gt;Then my buddy comes out, grabs one of the door guys that he is friends with, and we all roll in.  The door guy is like, hey, I'm glad you got in.  Blow me dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I bond with my buddy for a bit, and we all do a shot of Makers Mark Bourbon.  Fire in the belly!  Let the games begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll out onto the dance floor with Driver and Joker...  the club is loud, and I'm not sure what to do.  Joker and I have a conference to discuss Brad P loud venue openers...  You are so in my way!  Did you just grab my ass!  Sex Last Week.  You're cool, High 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  A girl is giving me the eye...  she comes over, I reach my hand out to her and pull her in.  She says, You are my favorite person in here.  Thank you.. I ask if she is Persian?  No, hispanic. Hugs, a little dancing, she dances awkwardly and goes back to her group.  There is a big guy in the group giving me the death stare.  Sorry dude, you just don't look as good as me (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  4 girls on the dance floor.  Did you just grab my ass?  No...  naughty girl, and slap her on the ass.  Her friends want to know what happened, and she tells all of them.  I'm dancing away.  We chat for a minute, but it doesn't go anywhere and she is feeling awkward (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Girl sitting alone on a pedestal.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Smart Tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Reckon/Yonder.  She asks if I will help her down.  I pick up her and slide her along the length of my body on the way to the floor... and she goes over the girls from set #19 (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Did you just grab my ass?  No.  Naughty girl... slap on ass.  A dude steps in and gets in between us, but doesn't say or do anything.  (B)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the bar to get some water.  I stop by the girl from set #18 and say let's go chat at the bar, it is more quiet over there.  But she won't leave her friends.  I realize her friends are the girls form set #21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  A fat girl at the bar... nobody else to talk to.  Did you just grab my ass?  Haha, no...  you totally did, you dirty girl.  We laugh and play on that for a minute, then I order some water (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  As I get my water, a woman just states to the world in general, Hey, somebody just spilled on me!  I look at her and say, It was me.  I did it.  She is confused for a second, and then realizes I'm joking.  Now her dress is all wet on the back, and I rub it to wipe it off, and say how somebody yesterday spilled a whole drink on me but it was unintentional so I had to forgive them and just move on.  She agreed.  Brad Pitt.  Her name is similar to Angelina, so I pretend she did say Angelina.  Smart Tests.  She is a school teacher, so she says she is smart...  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She is gushing at this point... OMG, you are so witty.  OMG, you are so charming.  OMG, you are so hot.  What else do you like about me?  She says, honestly, I wish you were about 6 inches taller.  My response:  where?  She loves it.  I pull her hair.  She asks what I do, and I make her guess.  She doesn't guess, so I tell her I'm an ass model.  She keeps leaning in to tell her friend the things I am saying, and saying this guy is so witty!  You have to listen to him...  I vibe with the friend a bit, telling her I manage a chocolate factory and I could hook her up with the oompa loompas.  She is a teacher too.  I ask if the high school boys try to look down her shirt, and she says guys are such assholes.  I tell her they can't help it because they have hormones.  Just like you can't help that you have a small brain...  she looks at me oddly, and then I laugh like crazy and she laughs too.  Joker and I conference, and he goes for the brunette and I pull the blond back over to me.  She says, "you thought you could pawn me off on your friend but you couldn't."  We talk about identity stuff a bit...  Hug test.  She gives a great hug, and I bite her on the neck.  She loves it.  She says I'm more drunk than she is.  Nope, I don't drink.  She is loving me even more.  Blender routine:  But no getting wet.  If I check and you are wet, you are going to be in big trouble young lady!  She says, OK, now you have crossed the line!  I throw my hands in the air in victory and yell YES!!!  She is surprised, and laughs, and says you are amazing.  I pull her in close to me so my arms are around her waist and her arms are on my shoulders, and then we kiss.  I pull her hair and she melts.  She makes a comment that I didn't quite hear, but I think it sounded like "We either need to leave right now or definitely later."  I say Whoa, slow down.  You are moving a little fast.  I need comfort and appreciation first.  I'm not a jackhammer with legs you know.  Tell you what, I'll make you my 2 minute girlfriend, and we can see how you do.  Then maybe we can extend the trial period to 15 minutes or so.  Logistics:  both live in town, both drove together.  My girl is the driver.  They need to leave together.  I tell her to work it out, and she asks her friend, "Do you like Joker?"  Apparently Joker said something to offend her, so I am wingman less.  We make out some more.  She asks how old I am, and I say 67.  She says she is 83, but she has a healthy diet.  I share my diet info, and she is head over heals in love at this point.  Then she says, I can't go home with you, I'm married and have a family.  I say that's OK, we need somebody to hold the camera.  The look on her face was priceles, like holy crap he doesn't care, that is awesome!  I tell her lets go somewhere more quiet to discuss, but she won't leave the friend.  I text my buddy to come wing, but the girls run off to the dance floor and the friend is now dancing naughty with some guy.  Cool.  I run into my girl again, and start making out with her on the dance floor.  She says she doesn't know how to dance to this kind of music, so I tell her we will dance to our own song, and she loves it.  We are now making out like crazy...  I keep rubbing her inner thigh, and she starts to dry hump my leg.  They she says, I can't handle it and runs away.  I believe it is a lost case at this point, and I find Joker and we get ready to leave.  I run into the girl on the way out, and I push her against the wall and start making out with her again.  The friend returns and busts us in the act, haha.  Good night ladies (K)  Damn logistics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Two girls sitting.  Do you have a cigarette?  Nope... Joker and I sit down and start talking to the two girls.  There are a lot of distractions.  A third girl arrives, and they need to leave, and this third girl gives me a hug good-bye.  I go to kiss her on the lips and we make out.  She gives Joker a hug and he goes to make out with her, and she says "I can't make out with two boys in the same minute!"  Why not, I ask?  Yeah, you are right.  And she makes out with Joker.  Nice (K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Two chics by the Venice fountain.  Joker opens first and I wing.  My girl is cuter and ADD, so hard to keep focused.  She is a big shit tester, but I pass them all with flying colors.  Joker's girl hates him now and they start to leave, but we change targets and my girl is bonding with me.  I get her number because she lives in LA.  She sees Joker try to kiss the other girl and yells Hey, and then pulls her away and they leave (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Two chics at slots (fugly.)  High 5, you're awesome!  This is a great opener.  I leave by asking where the craps table is, to go find Driver.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  Two chics at slots.  Russian girls.  High 5, you're awesome!  Joker and I sit down with the girls.  I'm just playing nice while Joker is in full on sexual animal mode.  The girls aren't dtf, so we leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  black girl on the street.  She opens Joker, I like your look.  She tells driver, Ooh, I like your pants.  She seems me and rushes over and says You are adorable!  She wants a picture with me, so we get one.  Then I want one with funny faces.  And I want one with kisses.  (K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  Two girls coming up the escalator.  Sex Last Week.  Maybe...  Smart tests.  I give her a ride down some stairs via piggy back, and she says to some people going up the escalator, "This is a real man!" Smart/Hot/Rich... I'll be rich with your money.  Nice hair, I pull it...  She stops.  And starts talking to a guy...  I think she is a hoe.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  Roaming 9 set, Horse Girl.  She stops, and 6 dudes just keep walking and let me talk to her.  A girlfriend comes back to claim her (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  Joker opens 2 girls at slots.  I wing, just vibing with normal conversation.  They went to Thunder from Down Under, and I asks if that made her horny.  No.  Joker pisses off the girl he is talking to, and we leave (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  Weak Elevator set.  2 girls run into the elevator.  High 5, you are awesome!  We get off the elevator, and then look at each other and say fuck, we should have gone to their floor.  Oops (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so in state by the end of the night.  21 total sets, 2.5 makeouts&lt;br /&gt;I love how walking down the street in Vegas when people are drunk, they speak with no filter.  At least 5 chics yelled out something about how they loved how one of us looks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 6&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 9&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 -1&lt;br /&gt;# -  2&lt;br /&gt;K - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4702023466126828039?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4702023466126828039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegas-day-5-yeah-we-look-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4702023466126828039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4702023466126828039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegas-day-5-yeah-we-look-good.html' title='Vegas Day 5 - Yeah, We look Good!'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2536604227529894770</id><published>2009-05-02T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:49:38.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Day 4 - Giving her validation = No Sex</title><content type='html'>It's Friday.  There are loads of new people in town.  We roll into the Planet Hollywood casino at around 11 pm, and the place is packed.  There are hot girls roaming in packs everywhere you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced a moderate level of anxiety tonight, both approach anxiety and venue anxiety.  It was odd that all week I have wanted more hot girls to game, and then today I had some creative avoidance because some girls were TOO HOT.  As a result of some venue anxiety, I think I spent more time hanging out with Joker in a chode circle than I would have in a place I was familiar with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also engaged in a bit of negative self talk.  The anxiety probably resulted in me approaching with weak body language, I know for sure I wasn't projecting my voice which meant people couldn't hear as well, which meant I was getting more cold responses and blow outs, which meant I was feeling more anxiety about approaching.  A vicious cycle.  The way to reframe this:  Blowouts are fun!  It's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some amazingly hot girls that I didn't approach tonight.  There was a group of blonds coming down an escalator, all of them 9's and 10's.  When they approached, the music stopped, the lights dimmed, the seas parted, and the angels sang.  And Nomad choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hadn't done any warm ups yet, and Joker pushes me to go open a girl that just got off the stage.  "I got a challenge for you."  Horse Girl.  She claims it isn't her, and I continue with the contingency.  A co-worker greets her and pulls her away  greet (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Outside the casino there are two women sitting at a round bar.  Oprah Winfrey.  Is this some kind of bad pickup line?  It’s the worst pickup line in the world, but…  plow.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot blond walking across the casino.  Horse Girl.  She gives me the stiff arm and keeps walking.  (B) I didn't realize this until writing my field report, but I saw her later in the night and she was looking so hot that I was afraid to approach.  Real fear.  Wow, I haven't felt that in awhile.  That is how hot she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A hot black girl in a group of 4.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Two of the girls are in Vegas to celebrate their birthdays, so I hug both of them.  I don't want the 4th girl to feel left out, so I hug her too.  The conversation is platonic and AFC…  I decide to leave (C&lt;5)  (Note to self… did I leave because I ran out of things to say?  No.  I left because I felt uncomfortable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Girl dancing.  Horse Girl.  Lots of distractions.  They ask me to take a picture, and I say no.  But then I cave in and do it anyway, and I use my holding the camera as an opportunity to command some attention.  Then I go to continue horse girl and touch the girl, and she says "Don't touch me!" in a really bitchy tone.  I leave (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Four girls sitting by some video poker machines.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  Why don't you go find another girl to tell this to, like you have been doing all night.  I plow.  Smart tests.  Walk away, she says.  Plow some more.  Walk away, she says again.  Alright, I guess you are the no sense of humor anti-social group.  Have fun with your video poker (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Joker opens a 2 set.  I'm talking to the fat girl.  I guess this is why it is important to be the guy that opens :)  Tangent:  She is really easy to talk to, and I am trying to put my finger on what that means… what makes a person really easy to talk to?  I want to be that person…  A Master of Report (MOP.)  Brad recommended How to Win Friends and Influence People.  And now back to the action:  These girls are from Wisconsin, and I'm just talking about a time when I lived there.  For some reason, Wisconsin people seem to like meeting other Wisconsin people.  Joker's girl has completely checked out of their interaction, and he and I are both now talking with the fat girl.  I notice that the target looks a little like Kirsten Dunst, so as we are about to walk away I tell her that, and she lights up.  I reach across to her and pull her towards me and Joker steps in and isolates us.  She says she doesn't have her dimples, and I say you can get them surgically added.  I'm done some plastic surgery myself.  I'm just feeling good and she is laughing at my stories…  I tell her about how I think St. Patties day in WI is the best… they dye the river green, everybody drinks beer and eats 17 polish sausages and bratwursts, and pukes all over the place.  It smells great the next day.  It's funny because it's true.  Or about how you know you arrived in Milwaukee when you are saturated with the musty smell of beer mash.  I modify Reckon/Yonder and just ask things like, what do you call those cans of Coca-Cola?  Pop.  What are those things at the airport that you drink water from?  A water bubbler.  Wisconsin words are really funny :)  I am not being sexual though, and that is a weak point in this interaction.  The fat friend already told me that she is single and they came to Vegas with that in mind.  So I look at her necklace, which is genuinely cool, and then tell her I wasn't checking out her breasts.  She laughs.  I was enjoying talking with this girl, but Joker tells me he is bored, so instead of the two of us separating and me running the 2 set like a 1 set, I leave with Joker.  In hindsight, that was a mistake.  I hug the girl 3 times good-bye, get her number, get the cheek kiss, and leave her a funny mexican guy drunk dial before leaving.  (#)  Joker mentions that lots of people were walking by and looking at us oddly, like what the fuck are those hot dudes doing with that fat chic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In the Heart Bar, there are 3 girls surrounded by a bunch of loser dudes.  I go in and horse girl this chic with enormous tits.  She forgives me, and we hug.  But this girl is a master of testing… is this some kind of bad pickup line?  It is the worst pickup line in the world.  Oh, OK… and I continue.  Smart Tests.  I can't remember all of the tests she threw at me, but this girl was the master of banter lines.  Shedding Cat.  She tells me she gave the loser guys surrounding her a fake name.  Brad Pitt.  Something in the interaction has her say, I so want a divorce!  Haha.  I say I want my DVDs back, and she says she already burned them.  (She is winning at this point :) )  That's OK, I already had sex with your sister… she is way better than you.  Now she says, You need a trim, referring to my beard.  I had been thinking the same thing myself, and I say so.  She has these giant fun bags sticking out…  I have my hand on her shoulder, and say are these things real?  My shoulder? ;)  These… and I put my hands out to touch her tits, and she deflects.  I drink a lot of milk, it does the body good.  I should have been more aggressive about it.  Her friends are pulling her away, and she asks my real name.  I tell her Brad Pitt.  She asks again, and I tell her since she seems so into me, I'll give it to her… It's Nomad.  I use the One Night Stand # close, and she says maybe she will see me here tomorrow.  (C&gt;5)  We see them again later, and she says, Nomad are you stalking me?  Haha, she uses all of our lines.  I take the frame and say don't make me get a restraining order.  I go for the # again, and again I'm rebuffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Joker opens a girl and I start vibing with the friends.  One of them is giving me the eye, and I give her the eye back, and start lifting my eyebrows up and down.  She does the same, and I walk up to her and start getting physical…  You want to take this outside?  She gets this look on her face, and I think she might be ready to throw up on me… but then she makes a fist and takes a pretend swing at me.  We vibe a bit, and she is living in Long Beach and is in Hollywood every weekend.  I go for the #, and she tells me she is into girls.  I say Me Too!  (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Drunk girl with big tits.  Joker already approached her with Horse Girl.  I approach her with Sex Last Week.  She is too drunk to pay attention, but she is like, Oh, what did I do now? I should have just rolled with that, and said you are in trouble little girl and slapped her on the ass.  Instead I tried to continue the opener, and she lost focus (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A girl in a backless top and black shorts is standing alone in the Heart Bar.  I creatively avoid for a minute, assuming she is a hoe.  But Joker harasses me, and in I go.  Sex Last Week.  She isn't super responsive, and I am feeling like I am getting blown out (perhaps even assuming that is what is going to happen.)  But I plow, and go into Smart Tests.  And then I ask her what she is doing in Vegas, and she says "Do you want the honest answer?"  Sure (OK, here it comes, she is a hoe.)  "My boyfriend and I broke up yesterday, and I'm here to get over it."  I am now assuming that is girl code for, I'm down to fuck.  I was generally non-reactive to that, saying something like, Yeah, that is important sometimes.  You definitely came to the right place.  Then I glossed over it and continued with general banter.  I give her a high five for something, and hers is weak, so I teach her how to high five with a slap on the ass.  She agrees that was a good spanking.  I tell her that her hair would be good for pulling, and demo by giving it a nice tug.  She responds by telling me her hair is normally curly.  I get more physical and pull her into me, putting her arms around my neck, and then biting her on the neck.  She says, You'll leave a mark, I'm a teacher!  I tell her I'm good at leaving no evidence, and kiss her on the neck again.  She mentions some logistics… which means she is thinking about sex…  she is staying in a room 15 miles away with 4 other people, including a couple dudes.  I say that I am staying upstairs.  She tells me that the past three guys she was with told her that they loved her within 3 weeks of dating…  I didn't really respond to that very well, saying something like we wouldn't know each other for 3 weeks.  I also told her that the best way to get over her ex was to have sex with me, which was a banter line I saw somewhere on attraction forums before.  She didn't like it.  She said she used to have casual sex, but now she isn't into it.  OK…  I'm not looking for that either, maybe more like 2 or 3 nights.  Now she steps away and says she is going…  and she hopes I get laid tonight, since that is what I am looking for.  Oops.  She got dumped, wanted to "get over it", started seeking some validation, and I gave it to her.  Instead of making her chase me, I jumped up and down like a little kid and said, ooh, me me me.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling generally down about the night.  Joker and I sat down and did a post mortem.  We got more sexual, got more attraction as a result, and then just missed the end goal of getting laid.  Giving girls validation is a mistake, and now having experienced it in the first person, I plan to not make that mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 sets&lt;br /&gt;B - 5&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2536604227529894770?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2536604227529894770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegas-day-4-giving-her-validation-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2536604227529894770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2536604227529894770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/vegas-day-4-giving-her-validation-no.html' title='Vegas Day 4 - Giving her validation = No Sex'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4498791298638660176</id><published>2009-05-02T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:25:58.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickup Mansion Month 3 summary</title><content type='html'>I did 142 sets last month.  That is more than at any time in my life.  Woohoo.  In 3 months in the Pickup Mansion, I have done 381 total sets.  Watch out Brad P, I'm going to catchup soon!  Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a massive surge of blowouts at the end of the month, particularly in Vegas.  This may be due to my being perceived as higher value, and thus getting girls rejecting me outright, thinking I will just fuck them and dump them at the side of the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still experience anxiety when making phone calls.  I actually can feel my heart pump and my stomach clench when I make calls sometimes, at least with girls I haven't talked with on the phone before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;th&gt;Feb&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;th&gt;March&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;th&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;th&gt;April&lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Blowouts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;13&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;10.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;15.3%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;45&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;31.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;C&lt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;59&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;48.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;48&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;40.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;45&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;31.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;C&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;19.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;31&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;26.3%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;29&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;20.4%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;#&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;24&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;19.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;16.9%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;22&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;15.5%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;K&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0.7%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;F&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0.8%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0.0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;D2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4498791298638660176?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4498791298638660176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/pickup-mansion-month-3-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4498791298638660176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4498791298638660176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/05/pickup-mansion-month-3-summary.html' title='Pickup Mansion Month 3 summary'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3886562011649335722</id><published>2009-04-30T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:00:55.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Day 3 - Flirting is Cheating's Nasty Cousin</title><content type='html'>I met up with Joker and Driver, who have been out gaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128.  Joker opens a girl in a convenience store and she immediately back turns him.  I open her again with "Seriously, you don't like horses?" and continued the opener.  She back turns me, and I just talk to the back of her head, and eventually say I feel sorry for her for having no social skills.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129.  Blond sitting at starbucks.  Hey, do you like horses?  I'm OK.  Yeah, check this out...  she has this look in her eyes, like please god get me the fuck out of here, and she keeps looking around anywhere but at me.  I wouldn't admit it if I was her either...  and now she smiles, but says that it isn't her and she again looks uncomfortable.  I leave (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130.  3 seated girls from Vermont.  Horse girl.  Reckon/Yonder.  Cow shit.  Make fun of Vermont stereotypes.  Driver and Joker wing.  I guess one girl is 47 (she is 24) and I guess another girl is 14 (she is 24.)  The horse girl says to try to pick up other chics, she is married, and kind of looks at the girl to her right.  Then, they gotta go (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131.  I see a girl from across the casino, and she looks great from far.  Just the type of body I like.  so I run across the casino, and hop in the elevator with her. Horse girl. Hug.  She asks where I am from.  LA.  Yeah, you look like you would be from LA...  I ask, Are you flirting with me?  No, Flirting is cheating's nasty cousin.  I reach my floor and get out (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to the room and take a nap, and then go out.  As we exit the elevator, I open the first set I see... a seated 3-set at the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132.  3 girls from wisconsin, 2 sisters and a friend.  Oprah.  Light sexual banter. Light touching.  These girls are fun and interacting with us with good energy... but they are a bit old and heavy.  No real routines, just bantering and teasing them about male prostitutes.  (C&gt;5)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Hard Rock was cool so we went to check it out.  It is packed, but mostly sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133.  Cute blond smoking outside the circle bar.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  Positioning was awkward so no hug.  She is visiting with a motocross crew, from the Northeast.  Reckon/Yonder.  Smart Tests.  We talk about US travel.  I can't touch her, she is too far away.  Ughhh.... what to do?  I eject like a pussy (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134.  Two girls entering the bar.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around again, and I'm losing state.  We all are feeling some AA, and decide to fix it by approaching these 2 sets we had avoided.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135.  Asian girl with pigtails.  I start Horse Girl...  I'm not saying this to be rude, but can I cut you off...  I'm in a really bad mood and don't want to talk to anyone. OK, but check this out...  No, I need you to go! (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to the Palms...  This place has Ghost Bar which seems to be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136.  Tattoo parlor employee.  Horse girl.  Hug.  She has a suicide girls necklace.  She asks if I'm a member?  Nope, I don't pay to see things I can see for free...  She tells me her SG name and her real name.  She used to live in LA.  We talk for a good 10 minutes, I ask for her number with the ONS closer...  OK, I would be glad to hang out, but I must tell you.  I'm lesbian.  cool, I love lesbians (#)  I text her later, she doesn't know who it is... I give her a clue (Do you like horses?)  Oh, its,...  YOU!  Hahaha.  I push it sexually, and she doesn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137.  Clubber girl in platform boots.  Horse girl.  She is on the influence of something.  I walk with her, she hugs me.  She has to go into the club (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138.  Two Asian chics.  Horse Girl.  Not her... they run into another club. (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139.  Two girls outside ghost bar.  Black chic is kinda cool, we are vibing, she gives me her #.  Later in the night I text her, and she responds, we talk on the phone and her night is drama filled.  Some things she says makes me think she is a hoe...  and I decide that I would rather sleep than meet up (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140.  Woman walking across the casino.  Horse girl.  Hug.  She keeps putting her hand in her pocket... it has a big wedding ring on it.  Reckon/Yonder.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She is fun...  Travel discussion.  Finger length.  Not a lot of touching, but light kino.  We agree to meet later for drinks (#)  The number turns out to be a fake.  I pussed out on this set... not pushing things sexually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141.  3 girls standing near the Palms entrance.  Horse girl.  Not her, no hug.  The 3 of them are a bit drunk... and married... and throwing up shit tests.  I cold read the leader of the group, and the other two laugh when I say she is the loud one.  Driver comes in... he earlier did Sexy Shoes on the same girl.  Joker comes in, and I use this as an opportunity to eject because I felt it wasn't going anywhere.  Again, being a pussy (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all she wrote for tonight.  Overall theme for the night:  fucking physically and verbally escalate already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 sets&lt;br /&gt;B - 5&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;# - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3886562011649335722?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3886562011649335722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/vegas-day-3-flirting-is-cheatings-nasty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3886562011649335722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3886562011649335722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/vegas-day-3-flirting-is-cheatings-nasty.html' title='Vegas Day 3 - Flirting is Cheating&apos;s Nasty Cousin'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4516906039597939117</id><published>2009-04-30T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:08:37.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Day 2 - This place is dead anyway</title><content type='html'>The Brain arrives, and we roll out.  First stop, Rio and the Voodoo Lounge.  Voodoo Lounge is an awesome venue, and would be way cool on a busy summer night.  I definitely want to come back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119.  Short girl at bar.  HG.  She is confused...  I stick around for a minute but she is already lost, and I walk away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain opens 3-set.  Joker and I wing.  These girls were fun, from LA.  They are closing down the part of the bar we are in because there are no people here, and we lose them in the transition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the Voodoo lounge is dead, so we leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. In the lobby of the Rio, I see a tall blond.  Horse Girl.  She is from the UK.  She keeps staring at her phone, and is waiting for friends. (B) I leave, by talking to a girl standing next to her, who is a hotel employee.  She gives me free passes to another night club in the Rio.  Off we go.  Joker later opens this girls friends as they leave a taxi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other club was totally dead, so I flip the girl shit that gave us the passes.  She says go to Body English at the Hard Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at the Hard Rock and this place is pretty packed with hot chics, all going into Body English or some other bar whose name I forgets.  We walk the floor and just game chics as they walk by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121.  Girl entering club with 3 dudes.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  She sees a guy that works there that she knows and uses that as an opportunity to back turn me.  I back turn her, and then open again but she is now going inside and waves to me (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122.  Two hot blonds.  Really hot.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  We vibe really well.  Reckon/Yonder.  Joker is winging the friend, and she is really ADD and wigging out.  They need to leave.  Bye!  She says Bye Nomad, love you!  Cute girls live in such a fun world (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123.  Girl with huge tits walks by, led by a friend.  Horse Girl.  They laugh, but friend drags her away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124.  Winged The Brain on a 2-set of girls that worked the pool party.  So hot.  One girl is so high on something that makes her happy, and she keeps asking if she can touch my facial hair.  I go in to kiss her, and she turns her cheek, so I do the 3 cheek Italian kiss.  She spills beer on the Brain and says something about her bottle squirted.  I suggest she squirt in other ways, and she yells "I love squirting!"  The girl I am talking with is a little bit uncomfortable with the sexual talk, but in a shy way.  I ask her if she has squirted, and she blushes and turns her head.  You are nasty, she says.  Yes, I am.  The high girl is getting picked up by her b/f, and I # close my girl.  She asks if I'll be at the pool tomorrow... I won't. The high girl takes my phone and shoves it down her pants, so I reach in and grab it.  (#)  Then they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head over to the MGM Grand&lt;br /&gt;125.  Two UK girls walking into a bar.  Horse Girl.  Does she look like a jockey?  Well, she is kind of short and...  Short?  Do I look short?  She was shocked, in a cute way (She was tall! Like 6 feet tall)  I guess I hit her insecurity.  Instead of taking advantage of it, as I should have by walking up to her and saying I think its cute, baby, I just talked and she walked into the bar (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126.  Walking 2-set.  Horse Girl.  They walk past me (B) Joker opened them later with Horse Girl after I told them what happened, and they walk past him too.  How boring is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127.  We walk into another bar, and there are few girls in the venue.  But there are 5 cute girls sitting at a corner table by themselves.  Horse Girl.  I finish, and she looks at me confused... Horses?  She didn't understand.  She speaks to the group in Russian(?) and another girl asks, what is this?  I tell the story, and they all laugh and point at the horse girl.  Then they start speaking Russian again.  I don't speak any russian and I just walked away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of short interactions tonight.  I talked with some hot girls and definitely did not push as hard as is required, especially to plow pass the initial resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 7&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4516906039597939117?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4516906039597939117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/vegas-day-2-this-place-is-dead-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4516906039597939117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4516906039597939117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/vegas-day-2-this-place-is-dead-anyway.html' title='Vegas Day 2 - This place is dead anyway'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1823043138129313603</id><published>2009-04-29T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:50:39.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Day 1 - Cockblocked by Elvis</title><content type='html'>Joker and I roll out to Vegas on a lovely Tuesday afternoon.  The Brain is joining us tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving we roll into a Whole Foods to grab an early dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108.  A cute girl is sitting in the dining area.  Horse Girl.  She is weirded out.  I eject politely (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the hotel, check in and relax, then hit the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109.  Cute blond standing on the street.  Horse Girl.  She is 17.  Eject (C&lt;5)  Joker later asks google what the age of consent is in Nevada...  Fyi, it is 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110.  Two ladies waiting for a volcano to explode, and for me to approach.  I do.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  They claim to be from San Diego but have a southern accent.  Joker wings.  Reckon / Yonder.  Cow shit.  She corrects me, cow dung... she doesn't swear.  She has other nice girl attributes, and I tease her and say you and I would never get along.  She agrees ;)  I talk about travel with her a bit, then the volcano explodes.  It is lame.  Joker and I move on...  he comments, "That girl was really boring!"  Ain't that the truth (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111.  Two girls basking in the afterglow of the volcano.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  She knows its a joke, and says "Oh yes, of course" and rolls her eyes.  Still hugs me ;)  Then they "gotta go."  Later (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk down the strip a bit, stopping at various casinos and chatting up random people.  Walking from venue to venue is messing with my state a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wing Joker on a set at the Planet Hollywood bar.  They are super cold people.  They answer questions with one word answers, and stare into space rather than talk to strangers.  I think their mothers went overboard on the Stranger Danger brainwashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112.  German girl standing at a slot machine.  Horse Girl.  She is confused and I tone it down.  Her boyfriend comes in, and I include him and ask about good times in Vegas.  Later (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113.  We are walking the strip and 2 hot girls walk past.  My jaw drops and my brain falls out of my mouth, and I just keep walking.  Then my brain snaps back into place, and I realize I just let 2 hot girls walk past without approaching, so off I go running.  They stopped to take a photo and I walk in to the middle of it...  Hey, do you know this girl?  You, do you like horses?  I deliver the opener with eloquence and poise...  she hugs me.  She will forgive me because I am looking at her with those "beautiful blue eyes."  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She agrees she is hot, and really f'ing smart.  And she is on her way to financial success.  Then she flips it back at me... what do you do?  I am a groupie.  So what makes you such a great catch then?  I'm funny as hell.  "I like you" she says.  Then she says, Jesus, you have the longest eyelashes ever, but mine are better.  I tease her for wearing makeup and cheating... girls are always cheating, getting plastic surgery...  She says she would never do that... so I cup her breasts and say, so these are real?  She laughs, and gently pushes my hands away.  I tell her I got some plastic surgery, I doubled my penis size... it is now 4 inches.  She laughs, and says that won't do her any good, what can you do with 4 inches?  I go into secret spots of the vagina, and talk about my oral skills.  Oh yeah, that is good... most guys don't know what they are doing down there...  She says they noticed us walking past, and she is glad we came back around, and that she loves the horse girl line, I should use it again.  We all take a picture together.  I tell her that I need to give her the hug test, and she says English girls aren't touchy people, it is either all on or not at all.  Oh, so this would be OK?  And I wrap my arms around her and pull her in, sliding my hand across her ass and pulling her hair, biting her neck.  She says yes, and again gently removes herself.  They need to go get a drink, so we roll down with them...  and she whispers to me, I think my friend is a little weirded out by your friend, she gave me the eye when I said we were going with you guys.  I ask her for logistics, how do we fix that?  She says to recover my friend and we'll go get a drink and fix it from there.  But then, we run into Elvis, and they want their picture taken with him...  and then the friend uses this opportunity to run off without us, arms locked with Elvis.  He should crawl back into the hole he came out of...  I got the girls digits and facebook, and texted her later in the night but no response (#)  Best set of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at MGM, and Joker opens a 2-set at the bar.  I wing, and these girls are fun.  They run into Studio 54 and invite us along, but we decline.  Stupid cover charges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114.  Two roaming girls on the MGM casino floor.  Horse Girl.  They walk away without me finishing (B).  Later I open them again, and they said "you already played this game with us."  I know, that is what makes it so funny, but they back turned me and I didn't plow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115.  We head over to NY-NY.  Girl at bar by herself.  Horse Girl.  Her English sucks and she is really closed off.  Ciao (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116.  Back to MGM.  Two married ladies in the corner.  Oprah.  They are fun, and we dance and get into sexual topics.  They are meeting their husbands... NOW.  We hug good-bye (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117.  We start to take the monorail back to our hotel.  There is a girl in a trench coat standing on the platform, with a big fat girl with her.  Horse Girl.  Forgiveness.  We sit next to each other on the train and vibe.  They get off to do whatever hookers do, and I ride on to my hotel.  I'll call this a less than 5 minute conversation (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118.  I'm back in my hotel.  I see a cute girl that is 5'0" tall and approach her.  She is German, and her English is poor.  She keeps looking at her friend, so I pull her in and her English is better.  The short girl has ADD and wanders off a few times.  They are more interested in playing slots than playing with cocks, so I leave (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Vegas has a lot of people.  I've seen a few hot chics, but not a ton.  LA seems to be more target dense, but maybe that is because this is a Tuesday night.  Moving from venue to venue messes with my state, and I experienced some AA at times... new venues, new place...  And I had one of my best / most fun sets ever with the UK girls.  And damn, were they hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 sets&lt;br /&gt;B - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 5&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1823043138129313603?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1823043138129313603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/vegas-day-1-cockblocked-by-elvis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1823043138129313603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1823043138129313603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/vegas-day-1-cockblocked-by-elvis.html' title='Vegas Day 1 - Cockblocked by Elvis'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1835461426343864461</id><published>2009-04-29T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:05:53.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocker club Monday</title><content type='html'>Went with Joker to Les Deux around 1:00 am.  I walk in, grab a glass of water and take in the room.  This is my way of being creative in my avoidance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wing Joker on a set.  This girl loves pillow fights, and I get sassy with her and we are hugging.  A guy comes in and I include him and chat him up a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106.  Girl walks past me.  I grab her shoulder, and ask her how many shoes she has.  She wraps her arms around me as I pull her in close.  She isn't the sexy shoe girl.  I over game and continue the opener, and she gets creeped out and walks away (B)  Attraction was high, I should have toned it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107.  Do you like horses?  Walks away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet a couple guys that I haven't seen in awhile, so I sit with them and chat a bit.  The fugly lights come on, and Joker and I take off.  I get approached by 3 different guys telling me they love my band or my look or whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1835461426343864461?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1835461426343864461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/rocker-club-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1835461426343864461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1835461426343864461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/rocker-club-monday.html' title='Rocker club Monday'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6520723220514201703</id><published>2009-04-27T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:08:55.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Phone Sex and Text Game</title><content type='html'>In Month 2 of the Pickup Mansion, Set #76, I met an airline employee at the airport.  I tried to add her on facebook on the spot, but the search failed.  That night after she got home from work, she added me.  Then via some email exchanges on fb, we exchanged phone #'s and we started texting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is a 21 year old virgin, engaged to a guy that is overseas for the next year, and is living with her parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I just teased her via text.  I would joke about how I'm enjoying the sunshine in LA while she is being rained on in her city.  I would intentionally misinterpret things she said...  she would say she is daydreaming about sunshine, and I would tell her no fantasizing about me!  I would also call her a spaz and a dork.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few IM exchanges on fb, and a few text exchanges.  I told her I was a dirty old man that would do dirty naughty things to her.  I practiced empathetic listening via fb IM.  I established repoire and got her to share secrets about herself over facebook IM, so she began to feel a connection with me.  Some of the things she shared, she says she has shared with only a few people before.  Then I started to get more sexual.  I went through secret spots of the vagina with her via facebook IM, and she was reluctant to discuss it but curiosity got the better of her.  Then I began to escalate fairly aggressively via text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of text exchanges:&lt;br /&gt;Nomad: It got to 100 degrees today.  Lucky u aren't here, because I'm wearing almost nothing and I would hate to see u drooling all over yourself&lt;br /&gt;HB: Lol.  I DO wish i was there.  But who cares about you and your hot bod? I just want the heat! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Nomad: Oh baby, I'll make it hot for you!  Lol&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Lol i bet.  You added to the 100 degrees? I wouldn't last ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Yeah, u would be crazy wet&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You need to stop.  I'm at work! lol&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Yeah, it would be awful for u to get wet at work&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  If you get too wet, I am going to have to bring you into the employee breakroom and lock the door&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You're.. i can't tell if i think you're being wonderful or cruel lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next 90 minutes, I sent her a text about every 15 minutes, describing what I would do to her.  &lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I would unzip your pants and slide my finger inside you to see how wet u were.  Then I would taste my finger.  Then I would pick u up and set you down on the table, facing me...&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  And then...  (giving her a chance to respond... she didn't)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I would slide your pants and underwear down to your feet... And put your legs up over my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I would let you bite my shoulder so you wouldn't scream out in pleasure as our hips pressed together...  Only the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  And when we both collapsed in ecstasy, I would send u back to work while I ran off to catch my flight.  Good thing you packed extra underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, I get a response from her:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I've been out of coverage for the last couple hours.  I just checked my messages and all I have to say is:  Bastard&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Yeah, sorry to leave u like that.  I just really had to catch that flight!&lt;br /&gt;(I willfully misinterpreted her message, haha)&lt;br /&gt;HB:  That's not why I called you bastard! lol. You made me read that in front of passengers that probably recognized the look on my face!  Bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't reply... but a few hours later she texts:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You think you're hot stuff don't you?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I text her again, and I take something she says and reply:&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Those are fighting words little girl!&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Hmmm, well you don't scare me.  I could take you any day&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  You could take me?  All of me?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Lol, you twist words.  But if I wasn't otherwise engaged - literally - you'd be sorry for provoking me&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I bet we would both be really sorry - sorry in your bedroom, in the employee break room, in the back of my car, in the park, in my office, in the bathroom at a nice restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;HB:  God.  Stop.  I'm at work again.  Plus.  You shouldn't really talk to an engaged woman like that&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  U love it&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Um.  I'm torn.  Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is having a battle with herself.  Here I am, a confident sexual man.  She is excited by the idea, but conflicted because of her engagement.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 hours later she texts:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I found a flaw in your fantasy... (and points out a logical fallacy in something I said related to my office.  I've been spouting obvious bullshit about what I do, and most recently said I was unemployed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gold, because she has been thinking about this non-stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Maybe I will show u my office next time&lt;br /&gt;HB:  What office? You're unemployed :P&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I got a new job at McDonald's.  Would u like fries with that?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  An office at McDonald's?  Uhhuh, lol&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Some people think it is a storage closet, but I put my name on the door and told the high school kids I would kick their ass if they went in there&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Oh, SO we'll do it with all the boxes hmmm? (She brings it back sexual)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Wear a skirt&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or so later, she is traveling and gets delayed in an airport I have been to.  I notice this from her FB status, and I send her a text&lt;br /&gt;Nomad: I had sex in the (XXX) airport once&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Hmmm really? Sounds interesting.  I've been here over 5 hours now and I am DONE! lol&lt;br /&gt;Nomad: I know what you mean... Let's go to the women's restroom together&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Ha.  Already on my way there :)  Do you stick that thing everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I'll meet you in the last stall&lt;br /&gt;HB:  It's really busy in here you know lol&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Then we will need to keep your mouth occupied so nobody hears&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I like the sound (or lack of) that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time she has ever responded with anything remotely participatory.  It has always been something like bastard, or stop, or I'm at work.  Now, she says she likes something, so I go for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  While you wrap your mouth around me, I am using my fingers to get u ready.  Wow, you are getting so wet&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You know...  I've tried replying and I just can't.  I'm engaged and I feel like this is the same as cheating.  Plus.  Aren't you afraid to put that thick hardness near my braces?  Too bad you'll never experience how deep I can take you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, right?  She is feeling guilty for what she is thinking, but likes how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Yeah, too bad for you.  Taking all of me in your mouth.. in your hands... inside of you.  Wanting to scream out but people will hear.  The thought makes you even more wet... dripping down the length of me, until you explode with joy&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later she arrives at her destination, and she texts me.  She can't sleep:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I'm laying in bed for the first time in 43 hours.  Lol.  What are you doing up?&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Thinking about our time in the bathroom in the airport.  That was hot!&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Hmmm...  Idk what exactly YOU think happened ;) I'm innocent :)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I agree.  Very innocent.  Deliciously innocent&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You sure know how to make my stomach do flips.  You're such a player ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Imagine what I could do with the rest of your body&lt;br /&gt;HB:  It's too painful to imagine it and not be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  You have been under a lot of stress lately.  U need a release&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I was trying to go to sleep and now you're gonna get me all riled up.  Must you torture me??&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Call me&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Um... I think that might be taking it too far Nomad.  As much as I want to... I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Nomad: Are you wet?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  That's a personal question&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I'm crawling under the covers... kissing your stomach, your thighs, your lips... licking u gently&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You are really tearing me in two.  I can't tell if I wanna say please stop, or please DON'T stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inner conflict is making her hornier and hornier&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she is out in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Be careful not to burn.  Maybe I should rub some lotion on your back&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Yeah, I do have a hard time reaching back there ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Can you get my back too?  I think I missed a spot&lt;br /&gt;HB:  A chance to rub a muscular man?  mmmm, I'd jump on that opportunity :)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  lower...&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Guess not everything that's hard on you is muscle.  I'll rub that too ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  With your tongue&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Swirling my wet tongue around you.  Taking you fully into my mouth, moaning softly so you feel it vibrating&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Sounds nice... and then?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I want to take you down my throat... feeling hot all the way down. Pumping you in and out...&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Tell me more&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I want you to cum in my mouth and feel you pulsing down my throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice! She is now engaging sexually herself, and very graphically.  Once she started, I wanted her to continue, so I just prompted with "and then?"  But I don't want it to end under her terms...  Up to this point, I had avoided use of graphic words (pussy, cock, etc...)  But now that she is more graphic, I began using them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  OK, I can do that for you.  But not yet.  First, I want you on top of me...  u sucking me, and me licking your wet pussy... sliding my fingers inside you&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I want to feel you cum on my face, your body shaking.  Then I will slide up behind you with u on your hands and knees... pumping inside you, with your ass slapping up against me&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  When I am ready to cum, you turn around and take me all the way down your throat, swallowing every last drop&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I think you need to fly to (where she is.)  Now.  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted, but I really can't fly there practically.  Logistics are bad.  She is saying this in the moment, but what would really happen if I showed up.  Plus, I'm a busy high value guy.  I don't fly across the country for some piece of ass.  At the same time, she is opening up and reaching out, so I don't want to shoot her down by saying no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I'm ready for you here.  Make it so &lt;br /&gt;(Now she needs to solve the logistics problems.  I don't expect this to happen anytime soon)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchange a few more messages, and I know she will be at her hotel in an hour.  She texts me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You know, I was thinking about you :)&lt;br /&gt;HB:  And something yummy you have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I call her.  This is the first time we have spoken since the day we met.  She is in the hotel, with her brother in the next room 10 feet away.  She says she can't talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start describing what I would do to her if I was there.  I'm telling her to say things like "Fuck me Nomad" and "I want you inside me Nomad"  A few times she mentions that she is so wet and is worried her brother will notice, or her brother poked his head in the room, but I keep going and she keeps touching herself.  And then she cums, softly, quietly.  I have to go, and she has to go.  She says she is wearing mens boxers and they are soaked all the way through&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sends me a text a little later:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Yeah, I am FUCKING wet. Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Yeah you are.  Good girl&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Mmmm... I just came for you twice.  Once before I cleaned up, and again after, when I realized I was still really wet...&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Only two?  Too bad U weren't here in person.  I could do so much better&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Lol as soon as I read that, not even kidding, I was instantly hot and throbbing.  Oh what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  My hard cock is throbbing for you.  Change your flight&lt;br /&gt;HB:  fuck I want to sit on it, lick, it, suck it, rub it, touch it.  Be filled with it.  Anything and everything possible between me and the best meat out there&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I will do all of that to you... and more&lt;br /&gt;HB:  My brain can hardly even fathom the word "more" in that context. You might hafta jump start me a few times after I pass out in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Don't worry.  I will definitely jump start you.  As soon as u pass out from one orgasm, u will wake up with my hard cock inside u&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I'd love to wake up to that.  With you pumping inside me.  Just taking me cuz you want me&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  You know I will&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Fuck.  This texting is so hard now that I heard you talking to me.  We should make a date for sunday and today night :).  I'll be alone then :)  I need to slide my fingers inside me, wishing they felt half as good as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is nearly fully invested now.  The next day she texts me again:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Hey sexy.  I wanna suck your cock.  And everything in between.  It's all I think about you know.  I guess you really are corrupting me ;)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  When are you going to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Oh believe me, you'll be the first to know&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  You would love it if I was there... taking you on the bed, in the shower, pressed up against the wall... filling u with my cum&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Honestly I don't care WHERE you take me... just please take all of me&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she sends me a text about something she is doing&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  All that blah blah blah going on... and yet all u can think about is having me inside you&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Lol, you caught me ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Filling you...&lt;br /&gt;HB:  You're gonna make me moan right here.  In the car.  With my brother&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  I'm going to make you moan right here.  In my bedroom in LA.  With your lover&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I can't believe what you can do to me thru technology... I'm almost scared to see what happens in person&lt;br /&gt;(She is now working out in person logistics on her own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I'm alone for a few minutes my dear :)  But honestly like, only a few.  Maybe we should wait&lt;br /&gt;(She is now dropping terms of endearment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, she is texting me often.  She is torn.  She ends one text with&lt;br /&gt;HB:  *long sensual kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;HB: I am thrilled by your desire...  needing you again.  And a million times to come.  I'm yours... please take all of me.  Teach me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Are you truly ready to learn?  Are you willing to be a dedicated and passionate student?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Mmmm, yes, I wanna know everything&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Nomad, do you really like seducing an egaged woman?  It's actually pretty disrespectful you know&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Call me later when we can make your pussy wet together.  I'm going to go get lunch&lt;br /&gt;HB:  K, I'll call you&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Have fun today.  Don't get wet without me&lt;br /&gt;HB:  If i do, it'll only be because all the sudden you come to my mind.  I've been suffering from that for quite some time now.  But i'll do my best to wait and let the passion build&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Couple more hours babe&lt;br /&gt;(the anticipation is building)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later she calls, and she is trying to make things sexual.  She just got out of the shower, she is naked, and hinting at sexual things.  I'm slowing things down a bit, starting things off on my terms.  Then she gets an incoming call, "oh, this is my fiance I need to take this, I'll call you back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later, I send her a text.  She replies:&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Sorry, still on the phone. Will call you in a bit&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  No problem.  But I might have to get started without you&lt;br /&gt;HB: Mmmm, just a few more minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls 5 minutes later.  Yeah, she got off the phone with her fiance to have phone sex with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I go right into it.  I'd been listening to David Shade phone sex CD's earlier in the day :)  She has an orgasm 10 minutes in, and then another one 10 minutes later.  The second one was so big, that she was screaming out and she couldn't talk for 10 minutes after.  She said she couldn't walk because her knees were shaking.  She had never had an orgasm so powerful.  Damn... David Shade's stuff is good.  We do some light pillow talk and I work to reconnect with her on an emotional level.  I seed a few ideas for meeting up in person, and she says no...  but then later asks, what was the name of that place you mentioned again?  I wish her sweet dreams and put her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;---  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where this is going to go, I still don't know.  I've suggested she find some airline training in LA.  I suggested we grab some dinner when I am in her town.  She says no, but then asks questions later about details.  She says she can't meet me because we couldn't control ourselves.  That's why we meet in public.  But what if she can't control herself?  Then I'll roll up a newspaper and smack her on the nose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to continue working on this, as phone sex practice and also work for the meetup.  I'll be in her town in about 3 weeks...  I'm pretty sure that if I can get her to meet up with me, that she will become a regular.  She has said things like, "if I come down there then I'll need to get a flight attendant job on the LA leg" and "I wouldn't want this to be just a one time thing..."  I'll keep the sexual tension high, and also make it seem that meeting up would be non-sexual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6520723220514201703?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6520723220514201703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-phone-sex-and-text-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6520723220514201703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6520723220514201703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-phone-sex-and-text-game.html' title='Hot Phone Sex and Text Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2094069359872586596</id><published>2009-04-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:01:18.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club and Street Game</title><content type='html'>Went out with Joker and Martyr to an area club.  We rolled up at 9:22, just as the door guy was pulling the rope across the entrance.  We greeted him politely, saying we wanted to grab a quick bite before heading down the street.  And...  in we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit at the bar for a bit, and I get a drink.  I had a drink the night before for the first time in ages, and I was feeling really good energy.  So out of curiosity, I tried a drink tonight to compare.  (Conclusion:  I don't like to drink when I go out.  I just felt tired tonight, which I believe was due to the drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I winged Joker on a set at the bar...  Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.  3 girls standing near the bar, with 2 dudes standing nearby.  Oprah Winfrey.  2 girls hook, and one walks back to her boyfriend (they told me.)  They won't have sex with Oprah, and the conversation dies out.  I pull the guys in, and just ask if they would have sex with Oprah for $1 million.  One guy would have sex with her for free.  This is my warm up set, so I leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101.  I open a mixed 2-set standing in front of us.  Oprah.  Reckon/Yonder.  Cow shit.  The guy loves me, the girl loves me.  Joker comes in and wings, isolating me with the girl.  I vibed with her a bit about random bs, and then I eject, giving both the guy and the girl a hug.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102.  I walk to the end of the bar, and open a seated 2-set.  Oprah Winfrey.  My target would "fuck her for a million."  Joker comes in to wing, leaving me with the target.  She starts to close off, as I can tell by her one word answers and her body language.  I'm done with the set, so I just say to her, you have interesting body language.  She says, you mean closed off...  how observant of you.  Its always nice to get confirmation :)  I eject (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wing Joker on a couple more sets.  One with a birthday girl with giant cans.  They are Persian...  one is 8 feet tall, another is a midget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103.  I see the cutest girl in my immediate area.  Sex Last Week.  She bolts (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue is getting really loud now, and I'm not feeling super high energy.  So I suggest we leave, and Joker and Martyr agree.  I hug the guy and girl from my second set good-bye, and then we head out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104.  We arrive at Cahuenga, and roll into the first place.  It is dark.  I open the first 2 set I see.  Horse Girl.  I sit down with them, get up and dance with the horse girl a bit.  I suggest we move to another venue, they agree.  And as we are leaving, one of them says she needs to go home.  # close.  I go for the kiss, but the girl turns her head.  I joke about kissing, and pretend I am kissing her all over her face and she laughs like crazy. I hug both of them good night.  (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are crossing the street, who should we see?  Gabriel P.  So we call it a night and run into a nearby diner and grab some food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105.  While we are eating, a cute girl is standing near me.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Shedding Cat.  She stops me from touching her hair, saying she has boundaries.  I back turn her a bit.  She reaches for my hair.  I recite her words back at her.  Smart Tests.  I'm kino'ing her open back.  Standing ultra close to her.  Their table is ready, so I get the number.  She hands me her phone to save her #, and I save it as Future Boyfriend Jeremy.  Then I give her a hug good-bye (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and game.  Friends don't let friends drink and game&lt;br /&gt;Chics love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2094069359872586596?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2094069359872586596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/club-and-street-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2094069359872586596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2094069359872586596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/club-and-street-game.html' title='Club and Street Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4367059483191464471</id><published>2009-04-25T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:00:22.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday - Day and Night Game</title><content type='html'>Joker had a friend in town.  We went to UCLA.  It was lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.  I open a girl on the street corner.  HG.  She walks away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.  I open another girl on a street corner.  Horse Girl.  We walk together a bit.  She is from Israel.  I visited Israel and we vibe on that.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to Santa Monica.&lt;br /&gt;90.  I jump out of the car.  Horse Girl.  Laugh.  Walk away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.  Tall girl, get her #.  Joker wings.  She met the love of her life.  Really, and we just met.  Maybe when I get to know you better I will say the same.  I run a lot of stuff on her...  Smart Tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  We vibe on travel.  Friend Zone.  She is flying to NZ tomorrow (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.  2 blonds.  U like horses.  No!  Walk away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home for a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Standard&lt;br /&gt;93.  Skinny girl in lobby.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  This girl is smokin hot.  Smart Tests.  Her friend comes in from outside and pulls her away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.  I walk out to find the boyz, and there is a girl in the smoking area... with nobody talking to her.  I open her situationally, my arm around her.  She goes back inside, and sits down with her friends.  I roll up, introduce myself to the friends, and start talking with them.  I put my hand on the target, and say oops, i accidentally touched your breast.  No you didn't...  So I put my hand on her breast, and talk with her for a minute.  Logistics...  2 girls, 3 guys.  The girls are free to roam later in the night (#)  I text later in the night but no response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddle Ranch&lt;br /&gt;I was in here earlier.  The door guys says, hey, welcome back.  Bring your friends over and I'll get you a round of drinks.  So I bring the guys back over...  free drinks on me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.  2 girls at the bar.  Horse Girl.  Hug with the horse girl, chat with the friend a minute.  She interrupts and says "She has a serious boyfriend!"  Pre-emptive cockblock, haha.  I said, whoa, its all good, I'm gay.  And then the friend became sweet as pie.  I embellished a little bit, and said yeah, we could totally like have a sleep over and spoon, and nothing would happen.  We could even take a shower together, and it would be like I was just one of the girls.  She thought that was a bit too much, and let me know, but now she was all sweet.  Joker comes in to wing and talks with her, while I focus on my target.  I am seated at the bar now, with her between my legs.  I'm touching her lower back, her ass.  We talk about travel, and she has been to Brazil.  I tell her about a girlfriend of mine that went to Brazil, and came back with a brazilian.  Did she get a brazilian? And I touch her between the legs to emphasize.  She politely slides my hand away, acts demure, and says she always keeps it clean... still touching my hand.  Smart Tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Her parents are rich, she is a student.  I go into 8 girlfriends, and she says she has one boyfriend.  I say One!?  Only one?!  What a waste of resources...  I remember when I was 22, I had one girlfriend that I thought was great, but I didn't know what I didn't know.  It wasn't until years later after I grew up, matured, and figured out what was important in life that I realized how poor of a fit we were.  (Sounds like a b/f buster to me.  I could tell by the look in her eyes that she could relate.)  She tells me that we should meet for coffee.  I agree and take her number, and setup a date/time/location.  I talk about how great the coffee is at this place, and she is into it.  We vibe a bit more to make things more solid.  Joker gets the friends #.  (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.  I'm doing my predatory shark stroll around the bar, when I see a girl fucking me with her eyes.  10 seconds later, we are making out.  Let's go I say.  She says she can't leave without her friends.  Follow me... and I lead her to the men's bathroom.  I am completely inside, she is halfway inside, and a male employee grabs her wrist and says, "Dude, she can't go in there with you!"  wtf.  I should have slipped him a $20.  Brad says I should have whispered to him, dude, I have IBS and my g/f needs to help me.  My 2 minute bathroom pull fails...  but I get her out to my car, and am just talking with her, while Joker is looking for her friend.  Then suddenly, this troll walks up to the passenger door, opens the car and pulls out the girl, and yells inside, "What are you doing in a car with my friend!?"  This girl is hideous and angry.  I get out of the car, and ask if Joker found her, we were looking for you.  3 guys in the parking lot say, Hey, he was just trying to help.  But there is no communicating with a troll, and she drags her friend to the street and they hop in a taxi (k close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Endings&lt;br /&gt;97.  Horse Girl.  Heard it.  Plow.  I rode a horse once...  I tell a whole story, and they forget I did the HG opener and that they had already heard it.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vibe with the new guys from House 2 for a minute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.  3 girls together.  Oprah.  The rest of the interaction escapes me (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.  Cute girl walking past.  HG.  Hug.  Smart Tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  We are vibing great, so I invite her and her friend to House 2.  They agree.  Turns out there are two guys in the group, or so I inferred...  but the feel I got was that they wouldn't come without the guys.  Joker later got rid of the dudes.  I isolated my girl twice, once on the back porch, but then she needed to go to the bathroom.  And then once on the couch.  She wouldn't sit next to me, always a bit of a distance...  I was still kino'ing her.  I read her Palm, and she loves it.  I used that as a reason for her to sit close to me...  as soon as I finished, she moved away again.  Some drama ensues between the other girl and somebody taking some alcohol, and they leave.  I hug and kiss my girl on the cheek, because she turned her head (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;# - 3&lt;br /&gt;k - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4367059483191464471?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4367059483191464471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-day-and-night-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4367059483191464471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4367059483191464471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-day-and-night-game.html' title='Friday - Day and Night Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3662421116137875956</id><published>2009-04-24T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:15:55.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Persian Pussy Palace</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine is in town, and we plan to meet up.  He has a hookup at Opera, a club I've never been to... We meet up on Cahuenga and do a few warm up sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wing Joker on a set on the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.  I open a fat girl standing by herself.  Oprah.  I'm being really loud, with my voice, my expressions, and my gestures.  A beta dude comes in to the set, and I engage him and ask if he would have sex with Oprah.  He agrees to cuddle with her.  I'm feeling warm, and I leave.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wing Joker on a mixed 3-set.  He isolates a girl, and I chat up a guy about snowboarding, living in LA, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head over to Opera.  The door guy walks us in with no cover.  I love connections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is a new venue for me, I walk around the place and scope it out, looking for isolation spots and getting an idea of overall layout.  This place is full of Persians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.  I open 2 Danish girls.  They are visiting for a couple months.  Horse Girl.  Vibe on travel.  I start talking sexually, and the girl moves away from me (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.  2 set in the smoking area.  Persian Mechanic.  They laugh.  It dies (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there were a couple other sets in here, but they don't come to mind.  Not writing field reports immediately after going out is a definite no-no.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.  I open a large set standing on the street, waiting to get inside.  Horse Girl.  Persian Mechanic.  The girl needs to look at her friend before she can say anything herself.  That is so boring...  and I leave (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important life lesson:  I'm not into Persians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3662421116137875956?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3662421116137875956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/persian-pussy-palace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3662421116137875956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3662421116137875956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/persian-pussy-palace.html' title='Persian Pussy Palace'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7945943616586406594</id><published>2009-04-23T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:55:28.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Night... again</title><content type='html'>April Hell night was a bit less packed then on my previous visits.  And it was also a little more boring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive, and I just chill for a few minutes.  It is pretty quiet at the beginning, even though it is 10:30.  A lot of girls in attendance are a bit plumper and uglier than is to my liking, so I waited a bit to open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.  Red head with pig tails.  Sex Last Week.  She walks away and says she will warn other girls coming my way what to expect. (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  Upstairs, I discover a quiet lounge.  I had no idea this was here.  It would be a great quiet isolation spot.  A girl is sitting in the corner writing in a journal.  Horse Girl.  She forgives me.  I see a giant wedding ring on her finger and decide to eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.  Short blond.  I open her with horse girl.  I am having a hard time remembering the whole set, but later in the night I number closed her.  (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  Beautiful girl with long hair opens me, saying we met at the Rainbow Room.  I've never been to the Rainbow Room.  I tell her my name.  She says she remembers... clever girl.  She opened me so I tone down the game a bit.  I still run smart tests, and smart/hot/rich.  She is hot, and she agrees I am hot.  She says her best quality is that she is adorable.  I can't argue with that.  She hasn't been to hell night before, so I grab her by the wrist and give her a tour.  I comment on her hair, and pull it.  She asks if I'm into S&amp;M.  I ignore the question and share some stories, about the cops coming to the house, a trip to Japan, etc...  8 girlfriends.  We exchange numbers...  I think it may be a fake.  Her friend comes up and they start talking, so I talk with my friends.  Then they leave, but not before giving me a hug (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.  Another beautiful girl with long hair is standing near me talking with friends.  I had eyed her earlier in the night, but she was upstairs so I didn't approach.  But now she was within pouncing distance, so in I went.  Horse Girl.  She and her friend loved it.  Hug.  Smart Tests, Smart/Hot/Rich.  She is loving everything, and laughing like crazy, saying how funny I am.  I vibe a bit on travel.  Her friends come back, I engage the friends.  I tell them we are in love and going to get married, and ask if that would be a mistake.  They say only because she has a serious boyfriend for years.  Oops.  The grup pulls her away (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.  I open a girl at the bar that I have met before.  We chat, and I run light game on her.  I do the blender routine, and she runs away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker and I decide to leave Hell night, and go walk Cahuenga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.  3 girls and a guy are walking in front of us.  I open them with Horse Girl on a blond.  She is from Nebraska.  We follow them into a bar, and the guy starts being a dick, saying how they don't want to talk to me and I should go away.  I say dude, you must be from LA.  You really deserve your reputation of being unwelcoming and cold.  The blond says I am cool, and he apologizes.  We shake hands and I have Joker and Mr. S talk with him.  I ask her to be my 9th girlfriend, and she runs to the bar&lt;br /&gt;(B) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wing on a set with Joker on 2 really hot girls, and then head home for the night.  The girl I am talking to is an ice queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I noticed a few things when post processing the last few weeks.  My repertoire is not expanding, and my delivery of existing scripts is fairly solid.  Note to self:  add 2 routines next time I go out.  I've been paying attention to attraction levels, and working on gaming less hard and being more real when attraction is high.  I am not interested in talking to 5's and 6's anymore...  I expect to be able to game higher quality girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7945943616586406594?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7945943616586406594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/hell-night-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7945943616586406594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7945943616586406594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/hell-night-again.html' title='Hell Night... again'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6162234927977719637</id><published>2009-04-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:57:53.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 with HBRockGirl</title><content type='html'>I met up with HBRockGirl out at her place (Girl #6 from the 3rd month at the PU Mansion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked on the phone a couple times, but logistics never worked out to meet up.  She lives about 40 minutes away, and doesn't come to town that often.  So I claimed I was going to pick something up from a guy that I bought on Craig's List, and was only going to be 10 minutes away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive, hug her, and make her give me a tour of her place.  Then we run to the store.  I'm kino'ing her in the car.  I buy a bottle of wine and she picks up some stuff to finish a cleanup project at home.  Back at her place, I jammed out on a guitar I found in the corner and sang while she finished up her project.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went for a walk to a park.  Ben n Jerry's was giving out free ice cream cones, so I told her I never pay for stuff when I'm hanging out with a girl, but because I am feeling generous today I will get her a cone.  Then we sat in the park and played the truth game while she ate her cone.  My first question was, when was the last time you were jealous?  Her first question:  when was the last time you had sex.  Nice...  from there, we talked about places we had sex, positions, etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As that was dying down, I played a bit of extended family, pointing out my uncle Frank with anger management issues but has now taken up photography.  Sometimes he still gets angry and destroys his camera.  My aunt Claire who looks 50 but is actually 24...  she had health issues due to drug abuse... too much partying and going to raves.  And my cousin Bob, who used to be a bouncer for Alice Cooper.  He just got out of prison and won't talk about what happened on the inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hop on some swings.  I push her for a bit, then she pushes me.  I keep yelling, higher Auntie Sue, higher!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go back to her place to watch some TV.  I'm kino'ing like crazy... lightly touching her exposed back, rubbing her inner thigh, holding her hand...  During commercials, I start kissing her.  When the show came back on, I stopped.  At one point, I jumped on her and pinned her down.  She was having some second thoughts... she tells me outright, not until this guy she was seeing moves out in a week and a half.  I escalate a couple more times, realize is isn't going to happen, talk some more, and then leave.  As I'm walking out the door, I push her up against the wall and make out with her...  then I just walk out the door and say "later."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6162234927977719637?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6162234927977719637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-2-with-hbrockgirl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6162234927977719637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6162234927977719637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-2-with-hbrockgirl.html' title='Day 2 with HBRockGirl'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5309575624974456046</id><published>2009-04-21T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:51:24.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trannies, Fire Trucks, and Police... Oh my</title><content type='html'>Joker and I go out to get some supplies and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we go to target:&lt;br /&gt;70.  Target 1 - first cuteish girl I see walking past.  Horse Girl.  She forgives me, and walks away. (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.  Target 2 - hot girl walking past check out lane.  I stop her twice.  She walks away (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.  Whole Foods - cute red head.  She forgives me, but refuses to hug me.  I see her walking elsewhere in the store, and shake my head, saying "still holding on to the anger."  She laughs, and starts talking to the beef sales guy (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.  Whole Foods - two cute black haired Swedish girls in the check out line.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  The shorter of the two was crazy hot.  She was closed, but the taller girl hugs me and laughs.  They are finishing up paying for their groceries, and then the shorter girl runs off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive back to the house, we see two people in a convertible.  We wave, roll to the next light, and wave again.  Then I look closer, and realize that they are dudes.  Dude, I think they are trannies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, Gabriel, and others are at a rock show.  We join them.  On the way to the show, fire trucks from 3 different fire departments are in front of the club.  There is black smoke billowing everywhere from a garbage can..  it smells pretty nasty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.  English girl with huge ass - I happen to be standing next to her, so I game her.  She is cracking up, and later leans in to say "Dude, you have really good lines."  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.  After the show...  outside - 2 set - Sex Last Week.  It wasn't her, and it wasn't going anywhere, so I dropped into Smart Tests.  She says she is dumb...  huh, I like dumb girls.  They back turn me... (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.  Situational - vibing about being from a common city.  Jake enters and offers to after party at our place, and we start walking... This turns into a C&gt;5 situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Jake, Joker, and Me, we pull 2 groups back to the house.  A group of 1 guy/3 girls, and a group of 1 guy/2 girls from England.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the house, I link up with one of the girls and walk with her arm in arm.  We are vibing, and the guy/3 girls keep getting distracted...  ultra short attention spans.  One of the girls goes back into an alley with Joker, and I am certain they are back their fucking... but no, she is pissing.  I never knew Joker liked water sports.  My girl is saying her feet hurt, so I tell her to hop on my back.  I'm squeezing her ass and tickling her pussy through her jeans while we walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the house, I give her a tour.  The girl Joker is with needs to vomit, so they all go into the bathroom.  Jake settles the situation.  I'm now sitting on the lovesac with my girl, and we are cuddling and touching each other.  I go for the kiss... no dice.  "I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'll never see you again, I can't, blah blah blah."  Change subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up splitting apart for a bit, and then the guy in their group says he wants me to take another girl, because he is going to try to hook up with the girl I'm working on.  I grab her by the wrist and lead her into my bedroom, and shut the door.  I play a couple songs on guitar, then start kissing her on the neck...  we are interrupted by a cop arriving at the house, because a neighbor called due to loud music.  I turn down the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...  my girl gets a phone call from the passed out girls father, and he chews her ass out.  She starts getting belligerent to everybody, and Jake kicks her out.  She calls the cops...  I can hear her on the sidewalk talking on the phone...  I don't know where I am, i just got kicked out of this house, I need help.  We tell everyone else to leave, and just chill in the back yard near the firepit.  In total, 8 cops show up.  We explain what happened for 30 seconds, and the leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.  In the last few nights I am in the house with 2 girls, but no lovin.  Bummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 4&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5309575624974456046?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5309575624974456046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/trannies-fire-trucks-and-police-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5309575624974456046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5309575624974456046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/trannies-fire-trucks-and-police-oh-my.html' title='Trannies, Fire Trucks, and Police... Oh my'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6356666743145196521</id><published>2009-04-20T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:03:16.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Foods Game</title><content type='html'>I'm shopping at whole foods on Sunday Night, and the pickings are sparse.  This is the most target poor visit to WF yet.  I'm even sporting my new day game wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.  I'm in line, and the girl in front of me has a whole cart full of healthy food.  I situationally open her by commenting that her cart is full of healthy food.  Very original.  I drop a couple comments about my lifestyle, eating raw and fasting in Thailand, etc...  She asks me a few questions.  She is eating healthy to "save money."  I tease her for shopping at Whole Paycheck, and suggest a few other options that will be less expensive.  She is enjoying our interaction, and I suggest we sit down in the eating area and chat some more.  Then... her credit card is declined for her purchase, and she can't get any of the food she came for, and she is feeling really embarrassed...  so she says, I think I'll just run off...  and she does. (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new look is definitely more toned down.  Out of one set to date, one woman has had her credit card declined.  Is this a coincidence?  Only further field testing will enable me to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6356666743145196521?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6356666743145196521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/whole-foods-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6356666743145196521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6356666743145196521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/whole-foods-game.html' title='Whole Foods Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2378558170269430017</id><published>2009-04-19T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:02:42.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop #3 Saturday - I whipped my dick out</title><content type='html'>Brad P and the guys from House 2 come over at 2 to kickoff the next day of the Workshop.  Brad teaches Mr. S, Joker, and me some advanced attraction calibration techniques, and then takes Joker and I out for a makeover.  I was a little confused about why the two of us would be makeover targets, but I went with it.  I got a new day game look that is a bit more toned down and more granola/hippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head out to a local club for night game.  We arrive early to beat the door man and then chill for a bit.  Around 10:00, Brad lets the dogs out of the cage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.  I open the first set I see.  It is a moving two set, and I stop them with horse girl.  Forgiveness is a wonderful thing.  I can tell there is some general attraction, so I slow things down a little bit.  Brad Pitt.  Smart tests.  Smart / Hot / Rich.  Her parents are rich, but she is self sufficient.  Cool.  8 girlfriends.  She recommends her friend, who Joker is winging.  This girl at first claims to have not had a boyfriend for 4 years, because she was tired of guys and went with girls instead.  And she is more of a first girlfriend kind of person.  I say yeah, I understand, all the guys here are so superficial.  They think because they have a nice car or wear certain clothes that they can get a cool girl.  So lame.  She agrees.  We talk about some travel, where she wants to go.  I share some experiences from various travel I have done.  I'm kino'ing her, touching the back of her neck, her lower back, etc...  She is partially working, and has to go check on some things.  She leaves a few times and comes back to her friend (still talking to Joker.)  She gives me a biz card...  and I text her immediately, with "Smile if you masturbate."  She loves it and almost falls over laughing.  She saves my name as Nomad Smile if you Masturbate.  We chat a bit more, she needs to go work for real now...  and we hug goodbye (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.  Two girls at bar.  Oprah.  Oh god, they say!  Back turn and physically push away with arm (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.  Jake and I go in and do Sex Last Week to 2 friends at the same time.  My target laughs but won't engage, but her friend does.  Meanwhile Jake is gaming his girl on the opposite side of the table.  I move position and start talking to the friend, while kino'ing my target.  Then I pull my target in and start doing Shedding Cat.  She pinky promises but back turns me.  I talk to the friend some more.  Then I do Smart Tests.  She is now jumping through my hoops more, but then they all decide they are leaving the bar ASAP, and get up and walk out the door (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.  Sex Last Week.  She loves it.  Laughs her ass off.  Gets pulled away by friends (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.  2 girls dancing, I am standing above them.  Sex Last Week.  Laughs, but back turns me (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.  Solo girl.  Sex Last week.  She loves it, saying she has never been asked such a bold question before.  I laugh.  She says her boyfriend is "right over there."  Oh yeah, we need a designated driver on our first date...  she leaves to walk over to the boyfriend, smiling at me (C&lt;5)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.  Go in with Brad.  2 girls dancing.  Sex Last Week.  Pushes me away. Brad waves at the girl and she flips him the middle finger (B) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.  3 set.  1 seated.  Sex Last Week on standing girl.  Blows me out.  Started gaming seated girl with smart tests.  Other girls pull her away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roam the venue a bit. see Jake in set with some European girls.  I talk to him a bit.  One of the girls opens me about my facial hair.  I game her, go for the kiss, and she pulls away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.  Solo girl at the bar.  Situational opener.  She is in town for a wedding, her man and she are fighting, she came to the bar by herself...  sounds like a good candidate for SNL.  She has fucked up teeth.  I go for the kiss, she pulls away.  I go to play Murder/Marry/Shag...  I pick 3 guys.  She wouldn't Murder, Marry, or Shag any of them.  (Brad P was one of the 3, hehe.)  She isn't complying, and she is not responding to my physical escalation, so I leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hop in a taxi with Jake P to go back to the house to play wingman.  Jake has a live one, one of the Euro girls and her sister (who I previously tried to kiss.)  We hop in the back of the taxi... my girl, me, Jake, then his girl on his lap.  They start making out in route.  I pay for the taxi (Thanks Jake! :) ) and then we roll into the living room.  Jake and his girl are making out, but the two girls keep talking in German.  I tell them I know English is a hard language, but you need to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull my girl outside to sit by the firepit, so Jake can be alone.  I start rubbing her neck, and she takes my hand and pushes it away.  She starts talking about some travel stuff, and I cut her off and do the Blender Routine.  She says she isn't going to do anything with me.  That's cool, I say.  And she jumps right back into her boring story.  I cut her off again...  Do you masturbate?  She looks at me like I'm crazy, and says Why you want to know this?  I'm curious...  Everybody does, she says.  Yeah...  do you keep your fingers on the surface, or do you penetrate?  Why you want to know this, she says again?  I'm curious...  I use a vibrator.  And why would you just be outside?  It is so much better inside, and she starts talking about how some of her friends just stay outside and she doesn't understand it.  Then I do the Secret Spots of the Vagina routine.  At the end, she says she thinks she knows all of them already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...  she says, actually what I like to do is make the blow job.  Oh yeah?  Then she starts ragging on her sister a bit for sleeping with guys, how she hasn't had sex in 5 months, how she used to be in love with a guy for 4 years, and blah blah blah.  So you like giving blow jobs?  Yeah.  What else do you like?  I like all kinds of things.  Well, let me help you out...  and I stand up and whip my dick out and put it in front of her face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets up and walks back into the house.  I slowly go inside, and sit on the lovesac, while she is in the hand job chair.  She says to me, that wasn't a good idea.  What?  That wasn't a good idea.  What?  So I get up and go closer to her.  That wasn't a good idea... What wasn't?  Doing that... I told you I wasn't going to do anything.  Yeah, that's cool...  the thing is, I'm pretty tense, so I'm just gonna do this myself anyway.  But it would really help me if you would watch...  and I take out my dick and start whacking it in front of her.  There is little to no attraction on my part, so this is a bit of an effort, but I go for it anyway.  She closes her eyes, and my dick is 6 inches from her face.  Then I start stroking her hair, and she says No, and gets up and walks away, back outside.  So I go get myself a glass of water and have a good laugh.  Later, I'm done with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2378558170269430017?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2378558170269430017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/workshop-3-saturday-i-whipped-my-dick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2378558170269430017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2378558170269430017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/workshop-3-saturday-i-whipped-my-dick.html' title='Workshop #3 Saturday - I whipped my dick out'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3943958948046189176</id><published>2009-04-18T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:50:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop #3 - Friday Night</title><content type='html'>We meet Brad at the house, and Joker, Mr. S, and I share our personal assessment of the current status of our game.  I am getting better at relationship management, which is crucial to keep a rotation going.  I have very little approach anxiety anymore.  But I still speak softly at times, and my facial expressions and gestures are more timid.  Brad said that my clothes and look are bigger than my personality.  This contrast may create a negative impression with girls (or maybe not.)  But my goal for tonight is be be loud and use big gestures, to add more emotion and drama to my expressions and reactions.  I need more disappointment that it isn't really the horse girl.  I need more excitement that it could be her.  I need more appreciation for receiving forgiveness.  Etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are hungry, so we all sit down to eat in a bar.  I see hot girls around us, and it gives me anxiety to not approach them.  Several times I consider getting up and approaching, but instead I sit.  I start yawning.  Finally, dinner is done and Brad gives a demo.  I go stand next to him and listen for awhile, then I sit down at the table and listen closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear the opener, but I believe it was situational.  He sits.  Shedding Cat...  Do you have one?  Reads fashion of some people in the room.  8 girlfriends.  big words/SAT.  # close.  The total set was over 40 minutes.  It was super low speed game, with lots of references back to previous material, and not a lot of kino.  Brad had attraction the second he sat down, and was able to get a ton of compliance and laughter out of these girls.  They both loved him.  I noticed that even though it was high octane material, it was generally a chill, low energy interaction, and slow paced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.  I open a set in the parking lot.  Horse Girl.  I'm speaking LOUDLY.  It feels weird, but manageable.  She doesn't want to hug me, but I persist and she agrees to a weak one-handed hug.  Then they walk away.  (C&lt;5)  Brad observes, and says to use bigger gestures and facial expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  Two girls in the parking lot, one chubby and the other HOT!!!  I say to the chubby girl, do you know this girl?  She does... ok, check this out.  Do you like horses?  Hug!  Lots of kino.  She loves me.  They start to leave, I pull them back.  Another friend is going to get in a fight and pulls them away.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.  Jake is doing a demo, and I am standing with my back turned to them.  These two girls walk up to get to their friends, but can't and are now standing 6 inches from my face.  Wow, you are a close talker!, I say.  We need to get to our friends.  Sorry, this area of the bar is closed.  It is for gentlemen only.  Unless you know the secret handshake.  She confesses to forgetting it.  I ask if she is trustworthy, would she lie to me.  She says no.  So I teach her a stupid secret handshake.  She remembers it, so I tell her she seems smart.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She plays soccer.  I confess to sucking at soccer, and exaggerate my feebleness so it is funny (I am in good shape.)  I have to go to the bathroom, so I do, but not before getting her #.  I did this for practice, because I have no interest in calling this girl (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  We now leave to another bar, and Jake P says open the first set you see.  So I do.  They aren't hot, and don't too much appreciate being called a horse girl.  Smart tests are a bit like adding insult to injury.  Poor calibration is at play here...  (B)  Jake tells me I need to open hotter girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.  Two girls at the bar.  Horse Girl.  They are super stoic, but then start laughing like crazy when I say You look just like her.  We all laugh for a bit.  Then I apologize and they crack up again.  They have english accents, so I guess they are from Korea.  This never seems to have any benefit, so I'm going to drop this from my routine stack.  They are back turning me now, and I leave (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.  A girl opens me and asks if she knows me.  I pull up her sunglasses, and look at her, and say I think I know you too...  and go into Sexy Shoes.  She keeps cutting it, and I keep going back to it.  She leaves.  Jake says that if it isn't working, just jump to the next thread.  And...  she opened me...  I don't need to open her, so just go into attract material. (C&lt;5)  Jake also tells me that I showed too much interest too early.  I should have made her work more for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.  A girl walks past me.  I look at her like I know her.  She looks at me the same way.  Horse girl.  I don't think I got the hug.  Brad Pitt.  She is Heather Fox.  I role play that, and she says, No, I'm not really her, I just pretended to be her because you said Brad Pitt.  Yeah, no shit.  Role play dies.  She back turns me.  I tell her I need to take my turtle for a walk so I gotta go.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave this bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.  Out on the street there are two really hot girls dressed like skanks.  Joker and I both see them and start walking towards them.  He starts running, so I start running.  I open them first, haha!  Horse Girl.  She loves it, and plays along and gives me a huge hug.  The friend is answering Jokers questions, but is intently focused on getting to some end destination.  This girl is holding my hand, touching me, hugging me.  And then...  the other girl pulls her off into the sunset.  Her energy level was really high and I think I should have gone for the make out right there on the spot(C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.  Another girl is walking very fast on the other side of the street.  I run across the street to intercept her.  Horse Girl.  She listens for 5 seconds, and then says she really has to go, she is late.  And she apologizes profusely and wishes me a great evening.  Whatever :)  (B) (The most friendly blowout ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.  Into another bar.  A 4-set at the door, 3 girls one guy.  Horse Girl.  She is shit testing me like crazy... you gotta work on better pickup lines.  I can't hear her very well.  That's cool, how many shoes do you own?  I cut that thread too.  She asks me how old I am.  Dirty old man.  I was speaking into her ear, and she is now sitting with her back to me.  I could have and should have starting kissing her neck at this point.  I spin her around to face back at me, and she says something like You lost your window! and spins back around.  Again, I should have physically moved her as she responded well to that.  Instead, I left (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Joker, Mr. S, and I see, is Brad pulling a girl by the hand towards the bathroom.  It is a 4 minute bathroom pull!  The 3 of us are in the corner in the back of the bar, giving each other high fives and dancing out of joy!  It really is possible!  Hahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.  In the back of the bar, I see a girl I though I saw Brad talking to earlier with a group of his friends, so I assumed she was part of his social circle.  Not wanting to game too hard, I asked if she knew Brad.  She was coy, and says to me that she was really looking to do a bump.  I don't use drugs, so I just said, yeah cool, you should do that.  She is feeling a little stupid for asking like that, and she says so.  It's cool, I used to do that too, but now I am high on life!  She says she is like that most times, and hasn't used coke in two years (she is backtracking.)  I am so embarassed!, she says.  Its all good, let me share something embarassing with you too.  I say into her ear, I love pussy! She immediately says I have a boyfriend.  Its ok, I just wanted to tell you I love pussy.  Again, she says, I have a boyfriend.  So I mimic her earlier statement, Oh, I feel so stupid for sharing that with you! I am so embarrassed!  She laughs and touches me.  Now a guy comes over and pulls her away (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is over, and we go to pickup the cars.  The girl from set #51 is in the parking lot, so I chat with her a little bit.  But that fades out as I'm not really interested in her, and we all head back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my worst workshop night in terms of total attraction and getting close to getting laid, but I did do well with approaching some hot girls and with speaking loudly.  I was in some loud venues, and still managed to hear and be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 7&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3943958948046189176?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3943958948046189176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/workshop-3-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3943958948046189176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3943958948046189176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/workshop-3-friday-night.html' title='Workshop #3 - Friday Night'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7196616364455380712</id><published>2009-04-17T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:39:24.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmup Night for Workshop #3</title><content type='html'>We rolled out with the new guys to a local frat bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  I'm in the door 3 seconds, and a girl opens me by touching my facial hair.  Hey, that shit ain't free!  Brad Pitt.  Smart Tests.  She graduated from some big east coast school with magna cum laude, or some other latin phrase for smart.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She is going to be rich someday, and she thinks she is hot.  At this point, I am grasping for something to say...  My mind goes blank.  So I say, hey, I gotta go meet my friends, but you seem cool, what is the best way to reach you later?  # exchange (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  Two set at the bar.  Horse Girl.  The horse girl is really bitchy, and kind of back turns me.  I talk with the friend, and run smart tests.  Hey, I need to figure out if this girl is smart.  Is she smart?  Yeah, she is super smart.  4x4?  16.  When did Columbus discover America?  1492.  Wow, you guys are both smart.  The bitchy girl says she is afraid of small dicks.  wtf?  I ignored the comment, but I should have said something about she doesn't need to try so hard to impress me.  Just be yourself!  I am vibing with the friend, and she says the girl is actually really sweet she is just a bitch to random people in bars.  She asks if I come here often, her boyfriend works here.  The hot bitchy girl that is afraid of small dicks is now talking to somebody else (C&gt;5)  I plowed through a lot of shit tests &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.  Sexy Shoes.  Dick stompers. Her b/f comes in, and I include him in the conversation, all while kino'ing her.  Another girl comes in and is drunk as hell and starts dominating the conversation... (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.  Her friend is holding her back.  Let your attack dog go!  You are the babysitter?  Yeah...  she is really drunk.  It looks like you need a babysitter too!  Yeah...  Our faces are less than an inch apart, and I totally could have made out with her... but she had bad breath and wasn't hot.  I took her # instead.  Later I saw her making out with some other guy...  (#)  I should have used her as a pivot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.  Girl opens me, did anybody ever tell you that you look like a certain rocker?  No, you are the first.  Horse Girl.  She leaves to go back to her friends...  What should I have done?  Escalate, escalate, escalate! (C&lt;5)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wing Joker on 2 russian girls.  Are you guys bothering my twin brother?  Joker has me talk to this hot girl with beautiful tits.  She is an ice queen.  Tom Hanks.  K-mart story.  I am talking to the back of her head a few times.  I physically pull her back in.  She says she is really tired.  I tease her that she is one of those girls that goes to bars to be anti-social and take a nap.  I had to work 30 hours in the past 2 days!  And not at K-mart!  Back turn...  I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back into set # 44 and chat with the friends.  I ask if the girl I # closed is trustworthy and cool.  She is very trustworthy and the coolest!  Alright, then maybe we can hang out sometime.  I might give you a call.  Logistics were such that she was leaving with her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not kino'ing very hard tonight and I was not escalating.  It was pretty low energy for me overall.  But approaching was the easiest thing ever and I threw in some new stories (K-mart.)  K-mart definitely didn't build any attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 -2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7196616364455380712?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7196616364455380712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/warmup-night-for-workshop-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7196616364455380712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7196616364455380712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/warmup-night-for-workshop-3.html' title='Warmup Night for Workshop #3'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-711746885343749563</id><published>2009-04-16T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:22:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Blowouts during Day Game (HaHa!)</title><content type='html'>Trader Joes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  Joker and I are at the local Trader Joes, and standing in the check out line.  I see a girl shopping in the meat section, and I go in and leave Joker to pay for groceries :).  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Brad Pitt.  She says she needs to buy pork chops.  Who doesn't?! Smart Tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  I forget what her best quality is, but she definitely jumped through my hoops.  How many boyfriends do you have?  She lives with her boyfriend, and back turns me.  It was nice meeting you Brad Pitt...  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head over to The Grove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  I'm walking through the shoe section, and a girl is walking around sporting a black and hot pink high heel.  Her friend makes a comment about not liking the hot pink.  I have hot pink hair.  I stand next to the girl, and say "Excuse me?!"  This creates mad laughter and she gives me a hug.  You don't even know me and you are already verbally attacking me!  Then the shoe sales person pulls her away with some new shoes...  more on her later (result:  C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I see a cute blond checking out some make-up.  Horse Girl.  No hug.  She is jaded after living in LA for so long.  I just moved here, and think everybody is so nice!  Then her sister joins in.  The sister is younger, cuter, and doesn't have a wedding band.  Brad Pitt.  Sister asks if I'm in a band.  Rolling Stones.  We could start a band together, they can play triangle and tambourine.  They aren't agreeable to that idea, although they do think it would be trendsetting.  Now they want to go buy shoes (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  Girl sitting in the sun reading a magazine.  I go sit down next to her, and deliver horse girl.  It isn't her, I ask for forgiveness and put my arms out for the hug.  I don't hug.  I need you to go away now! (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  Walking 2 set.  Horse Girl.  That is not a compliment!  Walks away... (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  I see a platinum blond from behind.  She is wearing tight white pants and white panties.  Wow, nice body.  I follow her into a store, and deliver Horse Girl.  Are you on drugs?  I'm on the most drugs ever.  OK, I'm going to move away from you now, because you are acting really weird.  She says this as she has this "help me" look on her face as she is looking to the store staff.  I walk away (B)  This was one of my best blow outs ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  Cute blond is walking fast.  I stop her and deliver horse girl.  Hug.  She is laughing.  Brad Pitt.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She has to go buy groceries.  I agree that she does, and keep talking.  I tell her she seems fun, and we need to continue this conversation later.  She says I can come by where she works.  No, that isn't going to happen.  What's the best way to get in touch with you?  I could give you my number, but I'm a big flaker.  Yeah, I'm a big flaker too...  I'll probably never call, but what is it?  # close.  I have her practice excitement for when I call...  she says to text instead.  But she still practices.  I have her save my number as Future Boyfriend Nomad.  Hug (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go into Victoria Secret and I reopen girl #32.  Are you stalking me?  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Her best quality is she is really friendly.  Yeah, me too.  She agrees.  8 b/f.  She lives with her fiance.  She goes into a dressing room to try on some VS goodies.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we head over to the Beverly Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  Girl on the phone.  I stop her and she tells the person on the phone to wait.  Horse Girl.  She relays the story to the person on the phone, describing me as this nice gentlemen she just met.  I tell her to tell them she'll call back, I need to talk to her.  But I need to go buy a dress, what is it?  I want to apologize... hugs.  Then she walks off to buy her dress still talking on the phone (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.  A Mom &amp; Daughter are walking towards me.  Horse Girl.  They walk away quickly... It isn't me!  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  Girl sitting at table.  I sit down.  Sorry I'm late, traffic was crazy.  Look, I don't know you.  Oh, aren't you Bubbles6969 from match.com?  No, I don't want to talk to anybody right now!  I think she might have been ready to cry (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.  Walking lady.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her, she starts walking away... I continue, without moving.  She stops for a moment, says it isn't her, and keeps walking (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.  We are going upstairs on the escalator.  Sexy shoes. Hey Nomad, what's in the sandwich Nomad...  Brad Pitt.  I thought you said your name was Nomad?  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She doesn't label herself.  Her best quality is that she is real.  Yeah, that isn't too common in LA (hilarious, coming from a guy who just spouted a bunch of obvious bullshit at her! :D)  She has to go buy shoes (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.  Hot girl in shoe store.  She preemptively forgives me.  Joker calls.  I stupidly answer the phone, and the girl looks disappointed.  She waves as she walks away from me, never to be seen again. (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two hours, I did 13 sets.  Wow.  A lot of blowouts, including some of the harshest I have had to date.  Did it phase me?  A little...  but I just went out and did some more approaches.  I didn't do anything really new to earn greater blowout percentages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 6&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-711746885343749563?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/711746885343749563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/massive-blowouts-during-day-game-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/711746885343749563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/711746885343749563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/massive-blowouts-during-day-game-haha.html' title='Massive Blowouts during Day Game (HaHa!)'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3560950110788031955</id><published>2009-04-16T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:36:09.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mena Suvari blows me...  out</title><content type='html'>Joker and I go to check out Pickup Mansion #2 and meet the new guys.  On the way back to Pickup Mansion #1, we stop at Whole Foods to get some yummies.  It used to feel awkward to me to approach in Whole Foods, now it is just what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Cute Blond is buying nuts.  Horse Girl.  She thinks the horse girl is creepy.   Hug.  There is something awkward about this girl, like she is really shy and almost afraid to talk to people.  Brad Pitt.  She is looking anywhere but at me, and I leave (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Danish girl checking out the salad bar.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  She is with a bunch of other Danish people, and flutters away to them (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a nap, and then get a text from Brad P telling us to meet them out at dinner.  We walk into the restaurant, and I see a cute girl waiting for some takeout, but just walk past to meet our friends at a table nearby.  Jake P tells me, dude, that is Mena Suvari...  Really?  And 3 seconds later I was opening her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Mena Suvari is sitting by herself, with her arms crossed waiting for a take out order.  She looks really hot.  Do you like horses?  She does...  But she isn't the weird horse girl.  I ask if she will forgive me?  She again says she isn't the weird horse girl, but she is smiling and enjoying it.  At this point, one of the wait staff comes over and says "Your order is ready" and I basically get left out of the conversation at that point...  but Mena does say ok, it wasn't me... as she walks away (B)  A year ago I never would have opened her.  Now, once I knew it was her I was opening her in 3 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we roll out to Cahuenga&lt;br /&gt;26.  Seated two set at the bar.  Oprah.  Won't sleep with her.  It turns out the girl I'm talking to is the owner.  Brad Pitt.  Smart tests...  I'm married.  Oh, that's cute, you think I'm into you.  I'm just being social (In hindsight, I should have said I put her in my friend zone.)  I leave (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  Walking two set in a bar.  Stop.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  She hugs me.  Brad Pitt. Shedding Cat.  Joker is winging on her friend, and getting much better attraction.  My girl wants to leave to the bar, but she won't leave her friend.  I tease her for not being able to function on her own.  I'm getting no compliance from her whatsoever, as she keeps saying "I want to go to the bar."  (C&lt;5)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. There is a seated blond at the bar.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Brad Pitt.  She is a tourist from Switzerland and her English is a little off.  Shedding Cat...  she doesn't know what a lint roller is at first, but she makes a rolling gesture.  She pinky promises.  Smart/Hot/Rich...  her best quality is she is really nice.  I tell her that maybe her best quality is that she will travel on her own.  Logistics... traveling alone, staying at a nearby hostel.  I read her finger lengths, and talk about palm reading.  At this point, a guy comes in and asks if she is OK.  I compliment him on his jacket, and Joker and Mr. S pull him away with chit chat.  8 girlfriends.  She agrees to be girlfriend #6, but admits that she is into the guy that my wings are occupying.  She won't give her #.  I leave (C&gt;5)  I didn't get very physical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  The guy from set #28 was from England, and Mr. S and I are walking down the street singing in English accents.  I see a 3 set at a traffic light waiting to cross.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Her friend asks me not to touch her friend.  I tell her to not be rude, and we start to be a little catty with each other.  For some reason, I kind of felt like being a dick, so I was.  Look, I was just talking with my friend from elementary school, and you're acting like it is all weird to be social.  No, I just don't want you touching my drunk friend...  etc, etc...  I should have asked her to be my bodyguard (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot of another bar, a girl I met a month ago who won't return texts or answer her phone comes up to me and stands directly before me with a smile on her face.  Do I know you, I ask?  Its blah blah blah.  Oh, hey.  Hug.  She walks back over to the guy she is with.  I text her today asking how many clubs she has been following me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 2 girls standing in a parking lot, waiting for a friend.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  She says it was nice meeting you, in that way that means go away.  I say yeah, you too.  Name?  Brad Pitt.  Oprah...  they aren't wanting to play so much, but won't sleep with Oprah for 10 million dollars.  Definitely not for a ham sandwich.  Now she says, well maybe we'll see you around sometime.  Yeah, maybe, if you are lucky.  I keep plowing, but then their friend comes out of the club and they take off like rockets.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't getting great attraction tonight, and I noticed my posture was a bit slouchy.  But I refused to leave sets a few times and just plowed.  Props for that.  And of course, I talked to Mena Suvari.  Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3560950110788031955?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3560950110788031955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/mena-suvari-blows-me-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3560950110788031955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3560950110788031955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/mena-suvari-blows-me-out.html' title='Mena Suvari blows me...  out'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7489080654274052016</id><published>2009-04-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:18:25.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Game / Tourist Bar</title><content type='html'>I'm back in LA!  I had a mad dash to the airport on 2 buses, ran to the boarding gate, and walked on the plane with minutes to spare.  I was feeling a bit like crap, so I slept the whole way back to LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few minutes to wait in the arrivals areas at LAX before Joker arrives, so I do a couple approaches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Really cute blond is waiting for bags.  Horse Girl.  That is...  uh... funny, she says as she looks around to avoid eye contact.  Forgive me?  Um... yeah, ok...  then she takes her cell phone and puts it up to her ear and back turns me.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Another cute blond standing at the curb waiting for her pickup.  Horse Girl.  We are both holding bags and it is awkward to hug, but she still forgives me.  Brad Pitt.  Shedding Cat...  her friend has a dog with the same name.  I comment on a ring she is wearing, and she says it was a gift to herself when she was 12.  Her Mom is picking her up, so I joke that she is only 13 or 14.  No, she is in college.  I guess what she is studying, and am way off apparently, but she doesn't spill the beans and her Mom arrives.  Bye Brad Pitt! (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head over to the second house and see Brad P and Jake P.  The house is looking fantastic.  Joker and I are aching to do some approaches, so we head out to a local tourist bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, my stomach and I are having a battle of wills.  It wants me to feel like crap, and I want to feel fantastic.  It wins.  So instead of opening the first set I see, I open the bathroom door.  A combination of not feeling so well and having not done any approaches for a few days leads to some minor AA.  I'm creatively avoiding sets...  too fat, not cute enough, etc...  But then I see a cute girl near the door and I go in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Horse Girl.  She grew up in Arkansas, so it isn't her.  She starts to walk away, and I motion for her to come back, and she does.  Forgiveness hugs all around.  It looks like she works there, and her coworker swoops in to occupy her attention (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  A cute blond is sitting at the bar by herself.  Earlier, I saw her there with a guy, and it looked like he was gonna take her home.  But then he just puts on his jacket and leaves.  So I go in and horse girl her.  She interrupts me and says I'm scaring her.  I'm the scariest guy in the world, but check this out...  and I continue the opener.  She says maybe if I have better stories I wouldn't be as scary.  So anyway, you look just like her!  Then she asks, what's the punchline?  I'm not feeling like this is going anywhere, and I tell her she doesn't seem very fun, and then I leave (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Tall drunk blond is near the door.  Horse Girl.  She can't stand very well on her own.  She is from Australia, but I tell her she looks Korean.  Another drunk friend comes in and pulls her away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty weak day as far as energy goes, and my sets weren't hooking.  Perhaps because I didn't shower and was feeling sick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7489080654274052016?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7489080654274052016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/airport-game-tourist-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7489080654274052016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7489080654274052016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/airport-game-tourist-bar.html' title='Airport Game / Tourist Bar'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-939182017303645395</id><published>2009-04-14T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:40:41.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummer in the Hummer</title><content type='html'>I'm out of town, in the town where HBAirplane lives.  I call her up, let her know I'm in town, and we meet up.  We grab some dinner, and then she agrees to give me a ride back to where I'm staying.  But not before giving me a BJ in the car.  Nice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-939182017303645395?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/939182017303645395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/hummer-in-hummer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/939182017303645395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/939182017303645395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/hummer-in-hummer.html' title='Hummer in the Hummer'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5588772750340012182</id><published>2009-04-13T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:02:39.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night - out for drinks</title><content type='html'>We went out to see a local band play, but upon arrival the line was around the corner.  So instead we rolled over to a bar near home.  The place was full so we stood near the bar and got some drinks and talked a bit.  I asked which people she thought we should talk to, and she looked around a bit, when one of the girls at the bar asked, Is your name HBxxx?  They knew each other from high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Next to this group, there are two girls, so I open them with a situational opener.  Then I run Oprah.  Then I qualify them, what is the craziest thing you have ever done?  The girl starts talking about travel through SE Asia.  It turns out they are sisters, and the younger of the two is all about, Hey, I did it too!  I tease her for acting like she is 5.  She asks my name…  Brad…  Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had attraction and they were willing to jump through my hoops, but I mistakenly didn't use their responses to vibe with them.  Instead I just went through some stacked material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk a little about the city we are in, and I say it seems to be mostly dudes.  They are like, Oh no! It is mostly women.  Neither of them has a boyfriend, and I ask them if they want to be my 9th and 10th girlfriend.  They neither agree or disagree, they are just unsure what to say.  The younger sister had a date earlier in the day, and it was "nice", but there was no kiss.  I say maybe that is why she doesn't have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both lived in Japan, for two years, but neither really speaks Japanese.  They aren't very smart.  I teach them how to say "give me a blow job" in Japanese, and they are totally flat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the conversation between my girl and her high school buddy ends, and I merge her into this 2 set.  They chat like girls do for a bit, and then we leave.  At home, she asks if either of those girls would have come home with us.  I think the answer was no, but oops, I didn't even ask or go for it.  Interesting.  The older sister had great tits so that could have been fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5588772750340012182?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5588772750340012182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-night-out-for-drinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5588772750340012182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5588772750340012182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-night-out-for-drinks.html' title='Date Night - out for drinks'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4720094714626288072</id><published>2009-04-10T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:25:06.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto Day Game / Date night group merge</title><content type='html'>I'm still visiting one of my girls, and she works in the ghetto.  It is a pretty safe ghetto, but it is still full of crack heads, homeless people, and do gooders that want to help the less fortunate.  And me.  And near the waterfront, it cleans up a bit and there are a lot of people out shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few hours to kill on Friday afternoon, so I walk down to the waterfront and start doing some approaches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Two girls walk into an used book store.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  The horse girls friend walks off to look at books.  I just banter about what to do in this town on a Friday night and I get some general advice.  This girl has to work at a coffee shop until 3 am.  wtf.  Who gets caffeine at 2:59 am?  The friend comes back and she has to go (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I walk past a coffee shop.  Solo girl sitting with some college text books.  I sit down, and say sorry I'm late.  She has this freaked out look on her face, like she remembers me from grade school and I used to steal her lunch money.  I say, aren't you Bubbles6969 from match.com?  No...  Oh, my mistake, blah blah blah...  She informs me that she needs to study, really bad, so I eject (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I walk into another book store, and see two cute girls 30 feet apart from each other.  Which one do I approach first?  Hmmm... Horse Girl.  Hug.  The 2nd cute girl walks over and ask what's going on, as they are friends, and girl #1 explains that she is the weird horse girl.  They gotta go, and I let them (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Solo girl walking down the street.  I give her the "Do I know you?" look, and she stops.  In fact, she stops and waits while another person walks by, knocks my phone out of my hand, and I bend over to pick it up.  Then I do horse girl.  She give me a heart felt load of forgiveness in the form of a hug.  Are you smart?  4x4?  She asks why we are playing this...  because I only like smart girls, and if I'm going to talk to you I want to make sure you are smart.  She lets me know she doesn't have a lot of time to talk, but she does talk with me a bit about where to hang out on Friday evenings and tells me generally which part of town she lives in.  I let her go...  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  A girl is sitting on a bench waiting for a bus.  On the opposite side of the street.  So I cross the street and deliver horse girl.  It isn't her, but she agrees to forgive me.  I motion for her to give me a hug, and she says that she'll pass on a hug, but I take it anyway.  Then I wuss out and eject. (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  A tall skinny girl is walking towards me, and then turns into the entrance of an apartment building.  I follow and deliver horse girl.  She is a bit scary, like she might be on drugs and probably sucks cock for dollars.  I eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I head back to my girls office as she is done with work and we roll back home and get some dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  My girl and I roll out to a couple different bars.  She is new to town and doesn't know where to go out, so we just explored a few areas.  I used yelp.com earlier in the day to figure out a few places to go.  We stop at the last place of the night, 2 blocks from home, and there is a group of 3 guys and 5 girls.  I position us near them and start talking with Sandy.  I look like a rock star which stands out like crazy in this place, so I knew they would open me.  And they did.  Now I look really high status to my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys had opened me and his buddy starts talking to my girl.  I think to myself, these guys are trying to flirt with my girl, and laugh to myself.  I start joking with the guys and making comments about how they are beta, by explaining to my girl how this guy is a gynecologist and looks at dirty vaginas all day.  Then I pull her close to me with the claw, and the second guy just fades away.  Now I'm scoping logistics, and I learn which two of the girls are with two of the guys, and how they all know each other, where they live, how they traveled to the bar.  They have a full travel dependency.  One at a time I talk to each of the girls, except one who is back in the corner.  And I'm winning the whole group over and she is watching me with this look on her face that says "please talk to me."  Or possibly even "please fuck me."  I was king of that group for about 15 minutes...  The bar is closing now, and we just walk home.  In hind sight, I should have tried to pull miss fuck me eyes back to our place. It was weird gaming in front of my girl.  At one point, I asked a girl with a tongue piercing if she gave good head, and my girl apologized for my overtly sexual questions.  Haha.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had hot sex talking about how I would have pulled that girl home with us and what we would have done to her.  Then I told my girl that tonight we are going to fing the girl whos pussy she is going to eat.  She says, you are going to bring home a girl for us tonight?  Yes.  OK.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Girls in this town are friendly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4720094714626288072?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4720094714626288072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghetto-day-game-date-night-group-merge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4720094714626288072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4720094714626288072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghetto-day-game-date-night-group-merge.html' title='Ghetto Day Game / Date night group merge'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7420761693063358845</id><published>2009-04-09T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:26:19.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night - wine at a local bar</title><content type='html'>I'm working on building up to a 3-some with my current LTR, who I see and hang out with for a few days a month.  Sometimes it is in LA, and other times it is in the city she lives in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very comfortable sexually, and I have brought up the subject in the middle of sex, and we have role played / fantasized about threesomes.  She told me that she has always been attracted to other women, but was shy about it, and that my comfort level has made her curious to explore that side of herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went out for some wine at a bar a few blocks from her place.  The place is packed and we sit at the bar, and have a good chat over a glass of wine.  As the place is starting to quiet down, I start to play some games with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we play Murder/Marry/Shag.  This is actually in the routines manual, and goes something like this.  First, you pick out 3 guys from the room, and she has to tell you which one she would murder, which she would marry, and which she would shag.  And why.  This is fun because you can pick out three total beta losers, but what I did was pick out two losers and one pretty attractive guy, to which she said, "Oh yeah, I would definitely shag him", haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she picks out 3 girls for me to choose from, and we play with that a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she picked the guy she would murder, she used words like "gross" and "disgusting" to describe him.  He was actually with a pretty cute girl, and we read their body language.  Her guess was they were on the 3rd date.  She made a few comments about how the girl was really cute, and didn't understand why she was with the gross guy.  I asked if the guy had gotten laid in the last 30 days, and she thought no.  There were also 3 dorks over in the corner, and I asked it they had gotten laid in the last month.  Definitely Not!  Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the guy that she said she would shag, I asked which 3 girls in the bar would be most likely to go home with him tonight.  She made her guesses, and I agreed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I asked her which 3 girls in the bar would be most likely to go home with HER.  She said one of the waitresses, because she seemed naughty.  And I suggested that the cute girl with the gross guy would actually be more likely.  She was curious, so I explained that the gross guy was going to try to kiss the cute girl later, and she was probably concerned about that.  At the same time, she had been flirting under the influence of alcohol for a few hours, so probably had an elevated buying temperature.  She thought this made a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I suggested we test the cute girl and see if I'm right.  "How do we do that?"  I said we could make out heavily at the bar, with my back to the cute girl, and she could make eye contact with the cute girl while we did it.  If the cute girl looked or watched, it would be possible to tell by the look in her eyes that she was interested or curious.  And she did look.  And my girl was really turned on by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gross guy got up to go to the bathroom, so I suggested she run over and say hello to the cute girl and tell her that she found her attractive.  She wanted to...  but she had AA!  haha.  So she didn't approach, and I didn't either, but we went home and fucked like crazy while fantasizing that the cute girl was in bed with us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning on going out again tonight, so I'll have some opportunity to refine picking up the 3rd wheel for our tricycle of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7420761693063358845?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7420761693063358845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-night-wine-at-local-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7420761693063358845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7420761693063358845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-night-wine-at-local-bar.html' title='Date Night - wine at a local bar'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-8022326610552475509</id><published>2009-04-09T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:18:20.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Day Game</title><content type='html'>I have to go to the airport, and I roll out with Joker before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  We are in the grocery store.  Cute girl is buying berries.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  She starts to take a step at a time to continue shopping, and I make some situational comment about berries and let her go. (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  On the way back to the car, I see a cute girl near the elevator.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Smart Tests.  Brad Pitt.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She isn't sure what her best quality is, but she can cook really well.  She is jumping through all of my hoops, and enjoying herself.  I'm on a tight schedule, so I tell her we need to continue this conversation later.  She offers facebook, and I add her on the spot via the magic of wireless technology.  She accepts the friend request about an hour later (C&gt;5 / Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-8022326610552475509?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/8022326610552475509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-to-go-to-airport-and-i-roll-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/8022326610552475509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/8022326610552475509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-to-go-to-airport-and-i-roll-out.html' title='Light Day Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4864053396400636407</id><published>2009-04-07T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:59:06.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking out at the Rocker Club</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I drop Airplane girl off at the airport for her midnight flight.  Today, I pick up Joker at the airport at Midnight, after his long excursion with some Asian girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the house, I drop Joker off at a street corner to open a girl walking her dogs.  He gets a #.  We then roll out to a rocker club at about 1:15.  The door guy knows Joker, and in we roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Joker run a set and get a # close.  He chastises me for not opening, so I open the closest girl next to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  SLW.  It isn't her, which she tells me repeatedly.  I cave to her frame, and accept that it isn't her, and she walks away, wishing me luck in finding her (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cute blond in red halter top.  Sexy shoes.  She is kino'ing the hell out of me, and wants to touch my facial hair.  I tell her I have to charge admission.  She offers 10 dollars, which I let her know is completely inadequate.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  8 girlfriends.  I'm in the middle of 8 girlfriends, when... (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  A new girl comes in and opens both of us.  I'm now in a 3-set.  They met earlier in the night and are doing a number exchange.  It turns out girl #5 works here.  I start talking with girl #6, and she is telling me on and on about my look and how she likes it.  I say thanks.  Then I ask her if she is smart...  What is 4x4?  I don't do math, ask me a history question...  OK, what year did Columbus discover America?  Um... its 16.  Nice.  We are kino'ing each other, and I ask her how many boyfriends she has.  One.  She agrees to be my 9th girlfriend.  OK, well maybe I'll call you sometime.  #.  A dude comes in when we are exchanging the number, and she acts a little awkward.  I notice her phone vibrating in her back pocket from me calling her, so I know it is a good number.  I address the dude, then go back to talking with her.  Shedding Cat.  She agrees to bring a lint roller.  They are there for this guys birthday party, and they are all leaving together back to the 818.  I tell her I'll give her a call someday, if she is lucky.  She laughs, and says she would agree she would be lucky.  Kiss on the lips.  Later (# - C&gt;5)  [Girl #5 disappeared somewhere in the middle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  As we are leaving the venue, I see a girl talking with a guy.  I interrupt with SLW.  It isn't her she insists, but I plow, and she is kino'ing me saying how she had been waiting for me to come talk to her and that this is a great pickup line.  Name?  Brad Pitt.  Does that line work?  I got laid 309 times last week just from that line alone.  We are now outside, and the guy I cut off is out of the picture.  Yes!  Her roommates are there, and she suggests that one of them was the other partner in our 3-some, and the other girl watched from the corner.  8 girlfriends.  She has a boyfriend who puts up tents and lights candles for her, which is better than her last b/f who stole $5k from her and got her arrested.  Nice.  I tell her it is good to take little steps up in the world.  She might want to take a big step up with me, so I said she could put me on a lay away plan.  She asks for my card, and then gives me hers.  I comment on her necklace and suggest I wasn't checking out her breasts.  I touch her stomach and notice she has a piercing, and I ask where else she is pierced and slide my hand down to her groin.  My hand is touching the outside of her pants for 4 seconds before I take it away, and then lightly brush her nipples.  Nope, no piercings.  Her friends are starting to take her from me, so we hug and off I go (# - C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  3 girls standing around waiting for their ride home.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  My delivery on HG is frickin gold these days.  I always get a laugh and a hug.  No, it isn't me, I live just up the street!  Haha, thanks for the logistics screening hand out.  But she gets in the car with her friends.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad night, for getting started at 1:15.  I had 2 dudes open me, one saying we met last week, and another saying he played opening sets at my show last week.  Um, OK.  My goal this month is to open fewer sets but stay in them longer, and to pull girls back to the house.  Did I do that tonight?  Nope.  Should I have?  Yes...  I should have pushed it with #6 and #7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4864053396400636407?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4864053396400636407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/rocking-out-at-rocker-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4864053396400636407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4864053396400636407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/rocking-out-at-rocker-club.html' title='Rocking out at the Rocker Club'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-520345790902253528</id><published>2009-04-04T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:41:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LR:  Airplane game pays off</title><content type='html'>I've been texting with girl #77 from Month 2 of the Pickup Mansion.  Last night she shows up at LAX and I roll in to scoop her up around 8 pm.  I've spoken with this girl on the phone once, otherwise it has all been textual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when we met she was in route to sort through some old college possessions that were in storage.  I had talked with her about being detached from belongings, and how I don't have many material possessions:&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Hey, did you make it through your 500 boxes of stuff?  Find any presents for me?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I'll give u a present of saving u from more stuff.  Best gift of all.  Aren't I thoughtful? (Maybe U're a good influence!)  &lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Maybe...  but I can be a really bad influence in so many other ways.  You just might learn that, if you're lucky ;)&lt;br /&gt;HB:  So you've definitely piqued my interest, hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Some stuff about work travel and frequent flyer miles&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Come to LA, the weather is better.  I will let u stay in my room, but u have to sleep on top of the covers :)&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Maybe I could visit for the day then.  The friend I usually stay with is out of town, so I may be staying on your couch.  Or u could! lol&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  Well, I don't have a couch.  But maybe we can work something out.  Are you a good spooner?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Went from on top of the covers to that, huh?  Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Nomad:  You still have to spoon through the covers.  But if you are a crap spooner, it might be the floor for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More texts followed, but often with this theme of me teasing her, qualifying her, and suggesting she was chasing me or trying to escalate with me.  Now on to the details of her visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on the east coast for work, so had been up since 3 am EST / midnight PST and traveling all day, so she was pretty tired upon arrival.  That's ok, we'll just do something chill.  I just talked the whole way back to my place, telling stories, lightly kino'ing her in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her the tour of the mansion, and push her backwards into the giant LoveSac, and lie down next to her and we keep talking, building some comfort.  I'm lightly kino'ing her whole body.  She knows why she is here, but needs some time to build up to it.  Since she is tired, we just throw in a movie and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I throw in the movie, she cuddles up to me.  I start kissing her neck, and she starts sucking on my finger.  Then we start making out.  She starts to feel like it is going too fast and starts to pull away, so I tell her that is all you get, and push her away.  Repeat about 4 times, until I have my pants unzipped with her hand around my cock and my finger inside her.  She is getting really hot, and suggests we move it to the bedroom.  Dylan MacKay was in the next room and she was a little nervous about it, even though I had closed the door earlier, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get into the room, I just pull her pants off and start going down on her.  I'm licking her clit and fingering her G-spot.  I shift around a bit and put my cock in front of her face and she goes to town on it.  The tongue/finger combo is too much for her and she orgasms, then I slip on a condom and...  you know what happens next.  She is crazy wet.  Total time from airport arrival to in bed is about 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wake up in the middle of the night and go again, and just had session #3.  She is in the shower as I write this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-520345790902253528?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/520345790902253528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/lr-airplane-game-pays-off.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/520345790902253528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/520345790902253528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/lr-airplane-game-pays-off.html' title='LR:  Airplane game pays off'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3848631599159735803</id><published>2009-04-03T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:10:06.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pharmacy Game</title><content type='html'>I went out to get some pain meds for Dylan MacKay.  I'm officially a home care nurse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A cute brunette in thigh high boots walks into the pharmacy that I also need to enter.  Horse Girl.  She won't admit to being the horse girl.  Smart tests.  She won't admit to being smart.  Brad Pitt.  She is laughing the whole time, but won't jump through any hoops.  She asks if my name is really brad.  Maybe...  Shedding Cat.  Pinky promise.  She is buying vitamins, and I talk about diet, nutrition, fasting, and other identity stories for a few minutes.  She took about 2 steps away from me when I ran Shedding Cat, and then said she had to go... and I let her (C&gt;5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3848631599159735803?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3848631599159735803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/pharmacy-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3848631599159735803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3848631599159735803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/pharmacy-game.html' title='Pharmacy Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5458936689631030641</id><published>2009-04-03T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:31:03.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Night in Downtown</title><content type='html'>We rolled out with Mr. P for a casual night downtown.  There was a little show at a club that we checked out.  This place was one of the coolest bars I have yet to see, and the people there were better than average looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ends, Joker opens a set, and I go in to wing.  The girl I was talking with is leaving in the AM, never to return, and offers me some free furniture.  I bite.  But in typical LA fashion, she flakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I open my first set.  3 girls.  Oprah.  It hooks hard.  One of them will sleep with Oprah for 2 million.  Another for 500k.  They will sleep with each other for a ham sandwich.  Mr. S comes in to wing.  He is louder and higher energy than me so he gets more attention.  I start to run scripted material...  Brad Pitt, Smart tests...  they are dumb, they ride the short bus.  The 3rd girl is the driver.  We all vibe on that a bit.  Shedding cat.  Can't even get into it before Mr. S is talking with them about something else.  My target is trying hard to not get sucked into 1:1 conversation.  Now they all have to leave, and I go for the number.  My homework this month is to not be satisfied with #s, and to just plow until they physically leave.  They are leaving now, so the # is the fallback plan.  Now she says, I can't give my number I am just trying out this relationship thing. Oh, so you have a boyfriend?  She is uncomfortable using that word...  It is new, she says.  I'm trying to be good.  I can't give you my #.  That is understandable.  Email...  that works.  I try to yes ladder into the phone, and she doesn't bite, but she laughs.  (C&gt;5 / email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Solo blond, Sexy shoes.  She laughs.  Shedding Cat.  We pinky promise.  She has to go.  I suggest we continue this conversation another time, and she offers "Next Wednesday."  Same time, same place.  Uh huh, if you say so. (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setup was great for taking out a date on a Wednesday night.  Entertainment galore, and great eye candy, and private places to escalate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;email - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5458936689631030641?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5458936689631030641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-night-in-downtown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5458936689631030641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5458936689631030641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-night-in-downtown.html' title='Wednesday Night in Downtown'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6437300636528586654</id><published>2009-04-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:09:33.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickup Mansion Month 2 summary</title><content type='html'>I did 118 sets this month, compared to 121 last month.  Blowouts increased, probably because I'm talking to hotter girls.  Conversations longer than 5 minutes increased, and I got my first real kisses in a club.  I am much more aggressive in approaching and in pushing things physically.  I've done more mixed sets.  I'm opening with various openers based on hotness or groups.  Overall, my approaches have improved and my repertoire has increased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got 1 girl in rotation.  Another girl is flying in to LA to stay with me, even though I only talked with her for 2 hours on an airplane.  I'm in regular communication with 6 girls, and am working on setting up Day 2's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells like progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        February    March&lt;br /&gt;B        13  10.7%   18  15.3%&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5&gt;5    24  19.8%   31  26.3%&lt;br /&gt;# close  24  19.8%   20  16.9%&lt;br /&gt;k close   0   0.0%    1   0.8%&lt;br /&gt;full      1   0.8%    0   0.0%&lt;br /&gt;Total   121 100.0%  118 100.0%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6437300636528586654?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6437300636528586654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/pickup-mansion-month-2-summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6437300636528586654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6437300636528586654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/04/pickup-mansion-month-2-summary.html' title='Pickup Mansion Month 2 summary'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5469795036129177299</id><published>2009-03-31T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:00:07.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Game - TJs</title><content type='html'>Went for some groceries with Mr. S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. The first attractive girl I see in TJs is looking at bananas.  I like bananas too, so in I went with Horse Girl.  Hug.  She says she didn't grow up here, it wasn't her...  her accent is European, so I guess where she is from.  I'm wrong, but no matter.  She asks where I am from...  I ask her if she can figure it out from my accent.  She can't.  She asks what I do...  she guesses I'm creative, maybe in a band...  what instrument would I play?  Drums?  What is it about drummers you find so attractive?  She laughs...  We talk about bananas.  She tells me I'm funny.  The topic transitions to cell phones, and she asks if I know how to do something with her phone.  I ask, why, do you need help putting a phone number in there?  Haha, you are clever, she says...  We idle chit chat for a few more minutes.  She snowboards for fun.  We talk about that and surfing. Then she wanders off to explore the pasta section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conveniently and intentionally run into her again later, and tell her that I designate her to take me snowboarding for the first time in LA.  What's your number?  She laughs, and says she doesn't give out her number so easily.  She asks if I have a card?  No.  She does.  But won't give it to me.  She asks if she is being a bitch, and I laugh and say no...  well, maybe a little.  But now I'm not sure if I want your number.  She laughs and says, you're good.  I physically push her a little bit for teasing me, and she comments that I'm very touchy.  I tell her that this is her last chance, and she might be losing a great opportunity.  She declines, very nicely though.  I then run 8 g/f, and she says she has 1.5 boyfriends.  Still no digits.  Bye bye (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118.  I saw this girl walk nearby twice while in the store, but I was talking to #117.  She was so hot.  So hot.  Probably the hottest girl I have seen in LA yet.  Now I see her in the parking lot, and in I go with Horse Girl.  She loves it, I get the hug, and she very slowly and subtly holds my hand as she moves a little away, and says "well, have a good night" with a big smile on her face.  It was like she was begging me to continue, but I didn't.  Good night I said, and walked on to get my parking validation (C&lt;5)  As a little bit of bonus, all of this happened directly in front of #117.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - I'm still not immune to beauty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a phone call tonight with #116, and spontaneously remembered some good stories that I'm going to work into some identify scripts.  I don't really have a phone stack, so it started getting a little dull...  kind of interview style, unfortunately.  I exited by saying we'll talk later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5469795036129177299?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5469795036129177299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-game-tjs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5469795036129177299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5469795036129177299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-game-tjs.html' title='Day Game - TJs'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5908067526214761840</id><published>2009-03-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:03:27.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAX game</title><content type='html'>I went with Joker to LAX to make a pick up (pun intended.)  We park the car and walk over to the terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111.  We cross the street and I open the first girl I see.  She is a german girl, living in Scotland, visiting LA for 3 weeks.  Horse Girl.  She isn't very good looking, so I start to calibrate down, and say how I told her that whole dumb story for nothing.  But she says, its ok, you can call me horse girl if you see me later.  I don't feel like continuing the interaction, so I leave.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bit of a fire going on.  It looks like somebody didn't grease one of the luggage conveyor systems, and it is smoking like crazy.  And it stinks bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112.  Really hot black girl.  Horse Girl.  Do you like horses?  Why...  do I look like a horse?  Well, no.  Well, maybe a little...  she laughs.  I finish, and get the hug.  She is trying to pick up her friends, and runs off looking for them (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113.  Beautiful body walking the other direction.  I run after her.  HG.  Hug.  I don't run any material, just free flowing.  She is picking up her boyfriend.  I tell her I like LA because people her are nice.  Her response:  flakes, but nice.  I couldn't agree more.  She gives me her card, and runs off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114.  Asian girl walking out of the terminal.  HG.  Her English wasn't fabulous, and she tries to use that as a reason not to talk to me.  I ask where she is from, she responds, and I start speaking Chinese with her.  She is shocked, and now suddenly her English is better.  She is only in town 24 hours and her brother is coming.  It was fun to speak some Chinese for a bit (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115.  A little asian girl is collecting money for charity.  She has a huge name tag, which looks odd on a girl that size.  So I open her by saying that this is the biggest name tag I have ever seen.  She is flirting back with both Joker and me, and then I ask how many boyfriends she has.  Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday...  oh, I skipped Thursday!  8 girlfriends.  She says really, an 8 girl rotation?  I think she really said rotation, haha.  But now she pulls out her binder and starts the donation bit, and I ask her if she is AFOGing me.  Is this a frame control demo?  Joker is cracking up.  She runs off to find her partner (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116.  Girl standing at the baggage carousel.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  She grew up on a horse farm.  Didn't finish any routines, but our guest has arrived and we need to go.  I ask her whats the best way to get a hold of her in the future, and she offers her number.  Practice call back excitement.  She asks how much of that story was really true?  110%!!! And then off I go (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport game can be fun if there are a lot of flights coming in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5908067526214761840?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5908067526214761840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/lax-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5908067526214761840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5908067526214761840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/lax-game.html' title='LAX game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-463452891409741388</id><published>2009-03-29T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:09:32.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day game - Grove</title><content type='html'>Ray, Drew, Dylan MacKay, and I roll out to the Grove around 8:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103.  Ray and I are walking side by side, with a 2-set approaching us.  We both say at about the same time, Hey, Do you like horses?  I finish delivering the opener, and then we quickly split into 2 different sets.  Hug.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  8 girlfriends.  She has a boyfriend, and won't agree to be my g/f.  Conversation about living in LA.  What do you do for fun?  Boring girl.  BBQ?  Don't eat meat.  Me neither...  and off to boringville.  Ciao babes (C&gt;5)  The cool thing about this set is that we stopped them in the parking garage, they said they were going to get food, and we made them stay about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104.  In a department store, a cute employee is folding clothes.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Brad Pitt.  Smart tests.  What is 4x4?  Are you serious?  Well, I thought I would start you out with an easy one...  She gets it right, but doesn't know her capitals.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She's not rich...  OK, well what are your best qualities?  And she doesn't have any... needs her friends to say what they are...  Oh, so you are humble?  That's cool.  Would you like to be my 9th girlfriend?  She has a boyfriend, and only needs one...  Doesn't agree to be 6th or 3rd...  She starts walking away, and that is that...  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105.  Leaving said dept store, and there is a girl standing at the door with a walkie talkie.  I ask her if she is company security, and she jokes that she is.  Cool, I need a new body guard.  Offer her no pay and no benefits, but a cool flashlight.  She agrees, and we pinky promise.  Brad Pitt.  Shedding Cat...  she says that she bets a lot of girls have the name of my cat, suggesting that it is a line.  Smart Tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  We are under constant interruption from people coming/going...  She says she is in a relationship, and I say good bye (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106.  We are walking down the street, and 2 Thai girls are taking photos of each other.  I hop in the photo with one of them, and then they want a photo with the other.  They aren't cute, so I just do some idle chit chat, tell them to enjoy LA, and eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I creatively avoid two sets of women in the outdoor area of restaurants...  one of the groups I creatively avoid twice!  I am a master of creative avoidance at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a dress store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107.  I see a girl with a nice body, from behind.  I planned to do Horse Girl, but then I saw her face, and instead do sexy shoes.  Hug.  She drops the H-bomb, and mentions her husband.  I hug her again, and eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108.  I walk up to a skinny hot girl, and she just pressed send on her cell phone, but I ask how many shoes she owns.  Then I ask if she needs to get that, pointing to her cell...  no, its just my Mom.  So I continue the opener, up to saying she looks just like her, and then say Go talk to your Mom.  (C&lt;5)  In retrospect, I should have said Tell her you'll call her back, or asked for her phone and included her mom in the routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109.  A girl is trying on hats.  I tell her that "the other one" looks better on her, like she is vacationing in the South of France.  She is from Europe (Russia actually) and likes the sound of being in Europe.  So, why are you in LA?  I'm an actress... Really, what restaurant do you work in?  She tells me, haha.  Brad Pitt.  Shedding Cat, but she doesn't shed so I skip the escalations...  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  8 girlfriends.  She doesn't agree to be my girlfriend.  She asks me to name my 8 girlfriends.  I tell her I'll name them alphabetically, and she says start at the end of the alphabet.  I ask her to give me some women's names that start with Z, and she gives me 4.  Wow, so you are smart!  I ask her to recite the alphabet backwards, and she claims to only be able to do it in Russian.  She suddenly asks, "What are you doing?!" having realized that I am in the middle of a women's clothing store.  I'm shopping.  For a girlfriend?  haha.  I tell her we need to continue this conversation, so what's the best way to get in touch with her.  # exchange.  I tell her to save it as something funny, and offer some names.  She says she will figure out a name.  I go for practice call back, and she asks what I can offer for her to be excited that I call.  Nice qualification girl!  I tell her she should be excited because I am fantastic.  I gotta go.  I go for the hug, and she says "next time."  Ouch.  (#, and 15 minute conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now head back to the house, and go to a nearby milkshake store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110.  I see a really hot body in a parking lot, and wait for her and her friend to get closer.  Horse Girl.  They walk off.  This is the closest I have been to a blowout in awhile, and I appreciate that it came from the hottest girl today (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Zero approach anxiety, but some creative avoidance for dining seated sets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-463452891409741388?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/463452891409741388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-game-grove.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/463452891409741388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/463452891409741388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-game-grove.html' title='Day game - Grove'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4337064960360216647</id><published>2009-03-29T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:02:16.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - Little Tokyo</title><content type='html'>I'm not really into Asian girls.  Little Tokyo is full of them...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102.  I opened the one 2-set that was to my liking, and it turns out somebody asked them if they liked horses a week ago.  So I drop right into Sexy Shoes.  How many pairs of shoes do you own?  Oh, I haven't heard this one...  they liked it, but walk away when I didn't follow up immediately (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Tokyo is target poor for Nomad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4337064960360216647?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4337064960360216647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-little-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4337064960360216647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4337064960360216647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-little-tokyo.html' title='Sunday - Little Tokyo'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5699718933739528199</id><published>2009-03-29T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:48:02.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday - grocery shopping / bar time</title><content type='html'>92.  Went to Dylan MacKay's gym.  There is a girl outside with a huge smile on her face, so I tell her that there is No Smiling Allowed!  Yeah, I noticed.  I ask her if this gym is cool.  She thinks it is.  I walk inside without going for anything (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.  We are at the grocery store, and I HG a cute red head.  It isn't her, but she gives me a hug.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Shedding Cat.  Ray's tour guide routine.  I go for the number, and she says "I'm not going to give you my number."  Email...  No.  Later hater.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.  Hot brunette. Horse Girl.  Hug.  She's from Germany... and married.  I eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.  Girl checking out.  HG.  Hug.  Shedding Cat. I'm funny.  She has to go (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.  Cute girl at check out.  HG.  Hug.  Shedding Cat.  She has to go...  No, I have to go...  even more than you.  And off she runs... (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house.  Then out to the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97.  Seated 2 set.  Oprah Winfrey.  Mr. S is winging.  One of the girls is uber intense.  The other is kinda chill.  I start on the intense one, Shedding Cat.  She thinks its funny, and wants me to tell the other...  I summarize.  She is super frame controlling me.  I move to sit closer to her because my position is awkward.  Mr. S is having a better time with her intense-nicity, so I yell out "Musical Chairs!" and we all rotate.  Now I'm sitting next to the quiet one, and I ask if she has traveled.  Nope.  I share my SPAM story, and she is really into it.  When she realized it was a joke, she got a little angry.  That was a joke!  That was a joke!  I start looking at her fingers, and she asks if I'm gonna read her palm.  So I do...  nothing really sticks.  You are introverted.  Nope.  Off key sense of humor.  Nope.  Then they run off to the bathroom.  I see them later, and ask the quiet girl for her #.  I don't hand out my #, give me yours.  Well, I don't hand out my # either.  Back turn...  Email?  Nope.  Back turn...  She asks for mine...  and for the fuck of it, I give it to her, and then I make her spell it out for me 3 times.  What is the probability she will email me?  Zero percent!  (C&gt;5) (about 60 minutes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.  Blond girl walking to the restroom.  HG.  Hug.  She runs into the bathroom.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.  Mixed 4 set.  I walk in and ask if they know this girl, then proceed to do Sexy Shoes.  It isn't the sexy shoe girl, but that's ok.  Brad Pitt.  She has a weird name, so I skip shedding cat.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Her best qualities are sense of adventure...  we vibe on that, and share travel stories.  I go back and do Shedding Cat...  and it goes over like a lead balloon.  And I say out loud, "Wow, that went over like a lead balloon" and laugh.  I back turn a bit, and she pulls me back in with a story.  Not being from LA, I didn't know what she was talking about...  and she says, oh, that was a really bad story then.  And I say, yeah, it went over like a lead balloon.  Haha.  Throughout this whole interaction, her friends are basically allowing us to be alone.  At a quiet point in the conversation, the guy whispers to me, dude, that is some tight game, I wish I could do that.  I shake his hand.  Mr S and Ray come in to wing, and the whole group moves over to a table.  I am ready to move on, so I get the #, and then off we roll (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.  3 blonds at the bar.  They are back turning the whole bar, and I haven't seem them have a conversation with anybody all night.  Oprah Winfrey.  Two of the girls almost immediately turn back to the bar, but the 3rd is slightly open and talkative.  I cold read them...  ok, this is the nice one, and you two are the antisocial ones.  Now they wanted to prove themselves.  The cutest of the 3 I accused of being boring, and that she reminded me of my little sister, because she is boring and annoying too.  But maybe we could get together and build forts, climb trees, and have a lemonade stand.  I tell the girls I gotta go, and give each of them a hug in turn.  To the last one, I get a great hug, and tell her to give me her #.  She does.  I have her save my # as Future Boyfriend Nomad, and we practice the call back.  And then we add each other as Facebook friends on the spot.  This may be the first time ever that really plowing after the initial back turn really worked for me (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101.  A girl walks up to me and asks if I have a girlfriend.  Why?  You aren't going to ask if I want one, are you?  No... Would your g/f be angry if I touched your facial hair? No, but I would be angry.  She touches it, and I start yelling at her in my best pretend angry voice.  Then I comment on her necklace and tell her I wasn't checking out her tits.  She says I should, they are real and fabulous.  So I squeeze both of them, and then grab her ass as a bonus.  I go to get her #, and have her save it as Future Boyfriend Nomad.  She saves it as future ex bf nomad.  Haha.  Her babysitter is calling after her, so I tell her to give me a kiss before she goes.  She does.  Good times (#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was interesting.  A guy came up to me and said that I talked to him and his girl a month ago, and she later told him to shave his head like me!  And he did, haha.  Beta loser ain't going nowhere with that...  In other news, my look is working great and girls are approaching me, and I had some success with plowing and showing disinterest.  I also opened a mixed set, which I haven't done a lot of lately, and got some props from the group for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 5&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;# - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5699718933739528199?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5699718933739528199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-grocery-shopping-bar-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5699718933739528199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5699718933739528199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-grocery-shopping-bar-time.html' title='Saturday - grocery shopping / bar time'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5571808007912673389</id><published>2009-03-28T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:21:03.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day game - Melrose / Grove / Whole Foods</title><content type='html'>We met the promoters at the house at 4:00, and started driving to Melrose.  In route...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.  I jump out of the car to open a 2-set of blonds.  Horse Girl.  The other girl heard it, and said I asked her at a club a couple weeks ago.  Really, I've never been to that club.  Well, unless you have a twin that asks if people like horses, then it was definitely you.  I confess to being a triplet.  I ask how many shoes she owns...  They are walking faster now, so I eject...  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. I jump out of the car to open a 2-set of Filipinos.  HG.  The girl is always looking away, kind of confused.  I still get the hug.  They run off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.  I open a solo girl in a vintage clothing store.  She is buying sexy shoes, so I use the pointy shoes opener.  She likes it, loves it actually.  But I fade away, and don't push it, even though I see her looking at me later, and she walks by and says good bye.  Wow, that was a total pussy moment for me (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I situationally open a few girls, one with blue hair that I hand off to Ray.  He # closes.  Another with a cool ring.  Another to ask if she likes a hat I am trying on.  Then I ask if I look gay, and do that routine...  and finally another girl working in the store, to ask if she'll discount the hat 90%.  I don't count these sets, because they were just idle banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.  A girl is leaving a store.  HG.  Hug.  She is in town from Denver visiting friends, and they are now also leaving the store and pull her away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we head to the Grove / Whole Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.  Cute blond.  HG.  Hug.  She name drops that she is a big deal, and I kind of walk away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat, then head back to the Grove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.  In the book store, a girl comes off the escalator.  I HG her, she laughs, we hug. She really has to go, but not before giving me her email.  (#/email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.  Girl walks by in a shawl, looking cold.  HG.  I get the hug.  She walks off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.  Standing 2-set.  I go in with Ray, and say hey, help us out, would you date a guy that listens to Disney music?  We chat about that for awhile, and it is a little dead.  Ray asks if they would date somebody from myspace, and they both say they have boyfriends.  I didn't do the opener to completion, not asking if disney music makes them horny...  We eventually just fizzle out and walk away.  As we are leaving, the cutest of the 2 runs after us and asks if this is from that show the Game.  I play stupid, and she reads that to mean that we are from the show, and walks off.  In retrospect, I should have played along and teased her for running after me because she's into me, and told her to not look at the camera.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty weak day overall, but I learned a few things (or re-learned.)  One, don't be a pussy.  Two, don't be a pussy.  And 3, your damn right this is from the Game.  Suck my balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 6&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5571808007912673389?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5571808007912673389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-game-melrose-grove-whole-foods.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5571808007912673389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5571808007912673389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-game-melrose-grove-whole-foods.html' title='Day game - Melrose / Grove / Whole Foods'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1102339384948941951</id><published>2009-03-26T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:01:17.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LTR management</title><content type='html'>I was visiting one of my girls for a drama filled 3-day weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend starts off great, with some road head and a road stop quickie.  I had 3 great bouts of road head this weekend, including from and to the airport :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the drama begins...  there is some high emotional energy due to some short term financial issues, and that bleeds into issues with a recent move that is still in progress.  I get sucked into moving a couch, and the process is a disaster and I start thinking about how this isn't what I'm looking for and how this drama isn't interesting to me.  I'm not having a good time, and it is obvious and she says, "i don't know what to say" as she is trying to "fix it."  I tell her to just not say anything, and just stay in my head for awhile and process if I want to go home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that night, she drops a bomb on me.  She asks me to move in with her!!!  She wants me to leave LA and move to the city she is in, and live with her.  She wants to be with me all the time.  I think this is coming from a need to have me in sight at all times, as she is hyper concerned about me sleeping with other women.  My response?  I tell her we can't see each other anymore...  and we have a couple hour conversation about how I'm not looking for drama, she needs to get her shit together and grow up a bit and to not be a spoiled brat, and to get over her hangups about my sexual activities.  I talk with her about how she can stop trying to change me, because it isn't gonna happen, and all it does is make me get tired of her drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no other place to sleep so I go to sleep on the couch.  She wants me to come to bed, so I ask if it would be better if I went to a hotel, but I agree to sleep in the bed...  She goes back to some drama conversation, so I tell her to shut up and pull her hair and start biting her and then fuck her really hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, she promises that these conversations won't happen again.  I say that she has said this before, but if it does happen again that I will discuss things with her, but she should expect my position to be the same, and I may grow tired of the drama.  She basically says, OK, please just wear condoms with other girls...  Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is my norm, I throw in some 3-some hook points into the conversation, and I tell her that next time she is in LA I will have a surprise for her.  She previously said that she didn't want it to happen in a place where I could hook up with the girl without her, so she mentions this.  I politely tell her to just do what I say, and she says OK.  And then mentions that she has always had some attraction to women, but was always scared to act on it, until I told her it was OK.  Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I gotta line that shit up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1102339384948941951?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1102339384948941951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/ltr-management.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1102339384948941951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1102339384948941951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/ltr-management.html' title='LTR management'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-17694031862920032</id><published>2009-03-26T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:41:51.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Night</title><content type='html'>It's been a week and a half since I did some serious cold approaches, so upon arriving at my beloved hell night, I stood around for a few minutes just chatting with Mr. S.  I've been doing some great text/IM game with the girls I met traveling, and one of them is probably flying down next weekend, so I was feeling pretty good when I went out, but still I had some AA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  I creatively avoid multiple sets.  Then I have a little internal dialogue with myself that goes something like this, "Dude, WTF!!!"  Then I go in to this 2-set, with a little asian girl and an older women dressed in a school girl outfit.  I horse girl the school girl, and the Asian loves it.  Brad Pitt.  She compliments me like 50 times and tells me I'm funny.  She is selling the shit out of the school girl, talking about how hot she is, etc...  I pull Mr. S into set and have him occupy the school girl, because the little asian is super sexually free.  A couple minutes later she starts chatting up Mr. S, and I grab her hair and pull her into me, push her up against a support beam, and start making out with her.  She starts grabbing my junk, and then I push her away, saying that is all you get!  No, that is all YOU get!  Haha, look at you stealing my lines...  I hear the school girl saying to Mr. S that the girls are going to the bathroom.  So I say to the asian girl that I gotta go talk to some friends, and I'll catch up with her later.  Then I start making out with her again and I pet her pussy, then push her away and go to open another set (k close / # close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.  Really tall girl walks past, and I go open her with Pointy Shoes.  It turns out she really does host a dom website.  I kind of choke on my words and she tells me a story about a guy that she beats in pubic.  Ciao (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  3 set.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  She is super cold and won't even look at me (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.  2 set.  Sexy shoes.  It isn't her.  She says she can make it up to me by buying her a drink.  I'll buy you 100 drinks!  The friend leaves, and I am alone with this girl.  She is so gorgeous and friendly.  She thinks I'm funny.  The routines just kind of flow, and I don't even think about them.  I'm kino'ing her mildly, with hand on back.  Brad Pitt.  Shedding Cat.  I don't drink because girls take advantage of me.  She is laughing at everything, then says she has to go to her car to get something, hugs me good-bye, and takes 3 steps away and just stands there.  How odd (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.  Beautiful blond resting from dancing.  Sex Last Week.  She laughs, but it isn't her, has only had sex with 3 people in her life.  She has to go dance (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. S starts talking to the fiesty asian that I made out with and then starts making out with her, and tells her that he and I are gonna take her home and tag team her.  Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.  We are leaving and 2 girls open me on the street.  I start talking to the hotter of the 2, and Mr. S grabs the other.  I got the ice queen.  She is throwing shit tests one after the other...  we graduated from high school a long time ago, why do you need to just play games?  To smart tests:  are you serious?!  Brad Pitt, bar name...  that is really sad that you have relationship trauma and need to lie about your name...  Your sarcasm is really refreshing, said sarcastically...  I got her to laugh a couple times, but then the valet brings her car and they run off (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to home.  I started the night off with assertiveness and got a make out, and ended with low energy and just went home to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;# - 1 (k close)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-17694031862920032?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/17694031862920032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/17694031862920032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/17694031862920032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-night.html' title='Hell Night'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-8226987581496911135</id><published>2009-03-20T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:39:07.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming in the Air (port and plane)</title><content type='html'>76.  I head through the airport, and one of the employees of the airline really likes my look and comes up to tell me so.  I make a reference about my eyes, and she basically says yeah, your eyes are really attractive.  I really appreciate women telling me how hot I am :) I considered this a warm approach and I was just checking bags, so we just vibed.  She was distraught about needing to charge me a checked bag fee, and I suggested instead she pay me.  No, sorry.  OK, how about you buy me breakfast?  But since I would be in a different city, you can just pay me now and I'll buy my own breakfast...  Still no deal.  So instead I get the number (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.  I'm sitting in first class, and there is a woman sitting next to me.  First, I asked her to change seats with my co-worker so we could talk work, but she didn't want to sit in the bulk head.  So to retaliate, I gamed her!  Haha!  We were just talking about normal plane stuff, so to spice up the convo I used the Oprah Winfrey opener...  nope, she wouldn't sleep with her.  And I qualified her about her favorite books and movies, and one of her favorite books turned out to have a bit of S&amp;M involved.  Houston, we have a live one here!  I didn't let the conversation get too sexual, but there was enough discussion about it to keep it interesting.  Let me tell you, it is a real bitch to kino in the first class cabin of a domestic flight, but I did it none the less.  I didn't do a full palm reading but was able to do some sensual touching while looking at her palm.  Logistics were such that we weren't going to be having sex tonight... either on the plane or afterward, so I just grabbed the number.  We've been texting back and forth the past couple of days, so next time I am in her city I think this will be a go (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;# close - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-8226987581496911135?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/8226987581496911135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/gaming-in-air-port-and-plane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/8226987581496911135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/8226987581496911135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/gaming-in-air-port-and-plane.html' title='Gaming in the Air (port and plane)'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6419786949822224717</id><published>2009-03-18T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:56:46.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patties Day</title><content type='html'>I'm out of town, and I go out to dinner with some friends/co-workers.  They end up in a conf call outside.  So I open the 2 girls at the table next to me, even though they weren't hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.  (C&gt;5) We chat for about 40 minutes about common interests.  I hug both girls without asking for the phone number.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head out to an Irish pub to celebrate St. Patties Day.  3 seconds inside the door, and I remember why I moved to LA.  The ratio of sausage/women is 80/20, and that 20% isn't exactly hot.  But whatever, you gotta do what you gotta do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.  (B) Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  She isn't that hot.  She walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.  (B) Sex Last Week.  She laughs, and keeps walking because her friends are leaving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.  (C&gt;5) Cute blond.  Sex Last Week.  It isn't her.  Brad Pitt.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  8 girlfriends.  Reckon/Yonder.  I try to guess what she does for work...  unicycle instructor, lion tamer...  She keeps slowly drifting farther away from me towards her friends, and eventually I eject to open the set immediately next to us.  This was my best use of the stack in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.  (C&lt;5) Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  Brad Pitt.  She gives a weak high 5, so I teach her how to do it better, like a slap on the ass.  I can't remember the details, but she leaves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.  (C&gt;5) A cute red head is dancing, and a guy goes to spin her and dance with her.  I pull her away and ask her if she likes horses.  Dude pulls her away again, and they dance for 30 seconds.  I pull her back to me, and get the hug.  It was a really good hug.  Brad Pitt.  Smart tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  She says her friend is waving at her, points her out to me, and says she has to go.  Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.  (C&gt;5) 3 girls and a guy are standing together, and I HG the cutest one.  It isn't her.  She is wearing pointy shoes, so she gets the pointy shoes routine.  Reckon/Yonder.  One of the girls says yonder, and the rest of the friends come into the set.  Shedding Cat, but I don't finish...  I think it got interrupted.  I make friends with the guys in the group.  I tell the girls I have to go take my turtle for a walk, and eject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.  (C&gt;5) 2 girls standing together.  Disney opener.  Reckon/Yonder.  Smart tests.  She tells me my hand is drifting onto her ass, so I just put it there.  5 seconds later she pushes it away.  Logistics screening.  1 minute later, my hand is back.  Travel discussions.  8 girlfriends.  Logistics aren't good and these girls are 5's, so I grab my friend and we leave to head home.  I could have # closed, but am not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no AA tonight.  But I should have kissed the red head girl, and I should have been more aggressive by finishing Shedding Cat with the cutest of the girls I talked to.  But my stack was great tonight, as I just ran through it.  I used multiple openers based on my sense of what the girls would like.  The fugly girls got the Disney opener, the cutest girls got Horse Girl, and the club slut looking girls got Sex Last Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening summary:&lt;br /&gt;B - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6419786949822224717?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6419786949822224717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patties-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6419786949822224717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6419786949822224717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patties-day.html' title='St. Patties Day'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7106313625490285683</id><published>2009-03-15T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:55:40.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Grove Day Game</title><content type='html'>Barnes &amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. 2 set looking at magazines.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Walk away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Hot girl.  Horse Girl. Hug.  Your funny.  Gotta go.  Me too.  You can walk ahead of me.  Yeah, shedding Cat.  Will bring her boyfriend.  Runs off... (Future: Brad said to ask if he has a lint roller) (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. 2 set.  I thought they were young but still went in.&lt;br /&gt;Horse Girl.  No, we aren't from here.  Forgiveness.  Hug.  From Houston.  Oh no, I can't talk to you anymore.  Reckon/Yonder.  Cute blond calls her friend a hick. Brad Pitt.  They ask me what I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask how old they are, just to be sure.  22 and 24 (logistics screening.)  They are in town for a church group.  I tell a story about a time in high school when I traveled with a friends church group, and how church girls always seemed really naughty.  The horse girl isn't into it, but the blond kind of blushes.  Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I do?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a band?  Yes.  What instrument do you play?  What do you think I play?&lt;br /&gt;Drums?  Yeah, I play drums.  What is it about drum players you find so attractive? &lt;br /&gt;Haha, they are outgoing and social and try to meet people.  I dated 3 drummers before. We agree to start a band together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of their group starts to trickle in... all dudes.  I befriend them and incorporate them into the dialogue as they arrive.  One of them is a drummer, and I talk about all the great music in town and how they have to go to the clubs near my house.  I tell them to text me when they head out, and start giving the drummer guy my number, and at the same time get the blonds number.  We practice call back and she does great (# close)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;66. 4 set - To friends: do you know this girl?  Horse Girl.  Small hug.  One of the friends says she feels like she is in a reality TV show.  I tell her not to look at the camera.  I soft banter and they start to fade away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.  2 German girls.  Horse Girl.  Hot girl is visiting from Germany.  Ugly girl is local. We talk for about 10 minutes about nothing (C&gt;5)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My set with the 2 Houston girls was gold.  I was managing logistics, controlling the group, and made things slightly sexual to measure their personalities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7106313625490285683?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7106313625490285683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-grove-day-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7106313625490285683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7106313625490285683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-grove-day-game.html' title='Sunday Grove Day Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-864543560396184365</id><published>2009-03-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:45:32.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop #2 - Day 2 - Club Game</title><content type='html'>We arrived at a local club at 9 pm so our walking sausage fest could get in before the door guys arrived.  It has a cool vibe, and I'm thinking this could become our new Saturday night spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.  (C&gt;5) Seated 2 set at the bar.  I open with Horse Girl.  The target is a really cute blond with a southern accent, and I loved it.  I get the hug, but she is shy.  And the friend isn't, so she is talking non-stop.  I made some mistakes that need rectifying though.  Because the friend was talkative, I directed most of my attention to her.  I wasn't sure how to kino the target while talking with the other girl.  Brad's advice was to have a verbal dialogue with the friend, and a physical dialogue with the shy target.  I did a hand reading (on the friend :'( ) She is a virgin, because she is a baptist.  Now she wanted to talk about religion, and I was sunk.  I said the F word, and she got angry.  But I recovered somewhat by claiming I said it with a ph.  Phuck....  I ejected, and over the course of the next hour saw the target looking at me at least 5 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.  (C&gt;5) Seated 2-set.  Hot blond from Indiana and her sister.  Brad comes in with me to wing.  Quality control opener.  Horse Girl.  Brad Pitt.  Accuses me of lying.  Spills on me, and she rubs my leg a bit to wipe it off.  I do the same to her, and she says hey, your being a little too fast.  We discuss travel, and she wants to do a lot.  I talk about China, and how cheap it is, and she says she wants to go.  Let's go to China together, tomorrow!  (Trying to do some role playing and future projection.)  No, I can't.  Eventually, they have to go to the bathroom.  No!  Not the bathroom!  Brad and I discuss strategy, and decide to open other girls so that we are seen in set when they return.  But they never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.  (C&gt;5)  Black girl.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  I guess where she is from... Korea, China, Argentina...  but no, she is from Africa.  Travel discussion.  She is going to school.  She plays along with all of my routines and laughs.  8 girlfriends.  She has no time for a boyfriend, because she is focused on her education.  This is common in her culture.  Eject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.  (C&lt;5) Girl on the dance floor opens me by pulling me into a Nomad sandwich, and I grind on her a bit.  She tells me she loves my tattoos, and her lips are so close to mine.  I should have kissed her, but instead I said something lame about her necklace.  Dominance is gone, and I lose her (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.  (C&lt;5) 5 set at the bar - Oprah Winfrey.  I'm not projecting enough, so a few of them fade away.  One of them asks me to repeat, so I isolate a bit with her and ask again.  Would you have sex with Oprah for 1 million dollars?  No.  2 million?  I'm not going there...  What if she just wanted to cuddle?  Look, the only person I'm going to cuddle with is my husband, and he is a really good cuddler.  She back turns me.  I back turn her and chill.  A minute later she turns back to me and says, "That was good", before turning away again.  Hilarious!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.  (B) 2 blondes.  Horse Girl.  Don't speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vibe of the place is starting to change.  People are making out all over the place, and now most of the sets are mixed sets.  I feel a little anxious, and reopen the seated black girl, and start running more scripts on her.  I did the Blender, but couldn't escalate as I wasn't into her...  so I eject.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.  I walked into the back room, and there was a cute blond dancing close to the wall.  There was a wall of people around them, and I hesitated.  But in I went and Horse Girl'ed her.  Hug.  Her friend asked my name, and I said Brad Pitt.  "Oh, your friend already told us his name was Brad Pitt."  I know, we agreed to use that pretend name as a joke tonight.  Then she said Nice to meet you, in that way that says please go away.  But I said, yeah, nice to meet you too, and sat down next to her and started chatting.  Shedding Cat.  She asks what happens if she doesn't bring her own lint roller.  Then I am going to have to punish you little girl.  Oh, how would you punish me?  I might have to bend you over my knee and spank you...  But she says she wouldn't consider that to be punishment.  Oooh, you are a naughty girl, I totally can't talk to you anymore.  Smart Tests.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Who cuts your hair?  Hair pull.  I go in for the kiss, but she pulls away at the last second.  "I can't."  I know, we definitely can't.  "Oh, you're good..."  I go for the kiss again.  She pulls away at the last second.  "I want to, but I can't."  Then she explains that she and her friends have agreed they wouldn't kiss anybody unless they all approved, and I haven't met her friends yet.  OK, what about this...  and I go in and start kissing her neck, and then biting it.  She loves it, but then pulls away.  We talk about some travel experiences I had, and how she wants to travel.&lt;br /&gt;Then she says how she likes to dance.  OK, let's go.  And I start to pull her to the dance floor.  Her friend pulls her back.  Then they talk, but I don't let go of her hand.  Now they need to go to the bathroom for 2 minutes, "but I'll be right back."  OK, that's cool, hey, give me your number before you go.  "Yeah, good idea!"  (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.  Outside the club I'm texting friends, and this hyper little puppy dog girl opens me with a comment about my look.  She wants to touch my facial hair.  I ask her if she is smart...  yeah, I'm a math major!  And my roommate is a mechanical engineering major!  Weird, because these girls are cute.  I say they are math geeks, and they both say Yeah with excited looks on their faces.  I ask them 4x4, and the puppy dog girl laughs and says I know derivatives and more complex stuff.  So I ask her complicated math questions.  She doesn't know the capital of washington state though (DC, no, Oregon, no, Seattle.)  I get introduced to her roommate.  Puppy dog girl pinches her other roommate on the ass, and when she turns around I claim to have done it.  Then I say to the puppy dog, let's you and I pretend we are roommates, and I grab her ass.  She gets pretty angry about this, and tells me something about how her ass is precious and her boyfriend would be so pissed.  I laugh, and say that is so cute that her boyfriend will protect her and he must be a really nice guy.  She goes for my facial hair again, and I tell her how it is precious and so on... mirroring her language back at her.  She goes for my goatee, and I slap her on the ass.  She goes for it again, and then jumps away.  I chase her, and slap her on the ass.  Then I pretend that her roommate is holding me back, or I would beat the crap out of her.  The roommate laughs.  Puppy dog girl now informs me that if I touch her ass one more time, she will slap me across the face.  Around this time, another girl opens me to tell me she loves my facial hair.  The two girls I'm already talking to think this is a setup and we already know each other.  Now a guy walks up and asks if I'm in a band.  Yeah.  Is it 'insert band name here.'  I just say, I don't like to talk about it.  And shake his hand and say thanks.  Now the roommate asks, are you in 'insert band name here'?  I don't like to talk about it.  Then I start to walk off.  I come back in, and they had been talking about me, because puppy dog asks if I'm in this band.  I don't like to talk about it.  And then I number closed both roommates (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.  Back towards the house, I see Brad and Ray walking with two girls.  Dylan McKay is nearby, and I walk around with him.  Brad texts and says head over to the house, so we do and I get the obstacle handed off to me.  I challenge her to arm wrestle, and then we chat.  She is telling a long story, and I interrupt and pull her into the living room onto our LoveSac.  She chats more about her work and how she is so passionate about it, and I comment on how wonderful it is to meet somebody that truly has found their calling.  She looks at me stunned, and says Thank you.  And then I kiss her.  We stop, and I tell her that's all she gets.  This goes on/off for 15 minutes, with kissing, nipple touching, rubbing her pussy through her stockings (no panties.)  Then her friend yells from the other room, Hey, they have a hot tub.  Let's get in it!  There is some drama here, because my girl isn't sure, but the other girl wants to do it.  They can't make up their collective mind.  I just walk out to the hot tub, take off my clothes, and jump in naked.  Then Ray does the same.  Now his girl and my girl just talk, and I act disinterested and say this hot tub kicks ass.  Now Ray's girl gets naked and hops into the tub.  My girl is now acting all bitchy and upset and is being dramatic.  I get out of the tub and sit next to her naked, and just start talking again.  Then we make out.  They want to leave.  We make out some more.  I ask for her number.  She acts confused.  We make out some more.  I ask for the number again.  We make out.  They leave (K close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a really good night.  2 make-outs, a few numbers, and overall a great time in a great club.  I was approaching right from the start and hit my prime at just the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;# close - 3 (2 sets)&lt;br /&gt;K close - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-864543560396184365?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/864543560396184365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/workshop-2-day-2-club-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/864543560396184365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/864543560396184365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/workshop-2-day-2-club-game.html' title='Workshop #2 - Day 2 - Club Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4120708304494488978</id><published>2009-03-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:02:10.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grove Day Game</title><content type='html'>46.  I see a beautiful woman walk into a woman's clothing store.  I hesitate, but then follow her in.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her.  She hugs me.  Brad Pitt. Shedding Cat, but I didn't finish.  High five, and I slap her on the ass.  I teach her how to high 5 better.  Now teach me something...  but she has nothing.  We talk about Australia, as that is where she is from.  Then she says she has to continue shopping and walks off.  I would have done the same, as I had started to do the boring convo stuff (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.  Beautiful woman walking past.  Horse Girl.  She stops and laughs, and asks if the girl did this...  then she kind of gallops and whinies.  I can't help but laugh.  She gives me a hug.  Then she says she has to go, and I say I have to go too, even more than you, and I walk with her a bit.  We need to chat more later, give me your number.  She can't, because she is going to meet her boyfriend.  And I can't get their fast enough...  and she gallops away! Haha. This was the best possible response to horse girl. (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.  I opened an Israeli shop girl who was trying to sell hair straighteners.  But I'm bald.  I high 5 her, and it was a good high 5.  But I tell her it sucked, and tell her she has to do it like she is smacking an ass.  But she stops me...  and is super paranoid about being at work.  I guess she is from Israel, and I tell her about the time I visited Israel.  I ask her name to do the cat routine, but it is unpronounceable, so I have to go to Plan B.  Then her work partner comes by and he is trying to sell me stuff, and she speaks loudly, didn't you want to try the straightener on your goatee?  And she pulls me to the side, and whispers "Now we can talk."  Haha.  So I get her # on the sly, and then run off (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.  I open 2 walking Columbian girls.  Horse Girl.  She won't give me a hug, and she doesn't talk much, so I walk off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  2 girls standing in front of a store, with one on the phone.  I open the other with Horse Girl and get the hug.  The other girl gets off the phone, and I include her in the set.  Brad Pitt.  Smart tests.  Cat routine (but didn't finish.)  Blender.  The target is visiting her sister from Toronto.  They tried to leave twice, but I just kept pulling them in.  Band routine.  She agrees to play the triangle in a band with me.  I help them plan their Saturday night, and tell them to hang out in the area by my house.  # close on the Toronto visitor.  (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.  Girl walking by in a hurry.  HG.  She runs off before I can finish (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk over to Whole Foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  A tall blond is outside looking at flowers.  Horse Girl.  Hug.  Boring chit chat.  Eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.  Cute red head buying apples.  Sexy shoes.  Eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total sets:&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4120708304494488978?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4120708304494488978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/grove-day-game_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4120708304494488978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4120708304494488978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/grove-day-game_14.html' title='Grove Day Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6104098156992860751</id><published>2009-03-13T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:09:51.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footie Ball approaches</title><content type='html'>I ran 5k and then went to meet Dylan McKay and Ray at the park to throw the footie ball around.  I did two single set approaches while this was going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  Horse Girl. She loves it.  I hug, and apologize for being sweaty, and she says that's cool.  But then I don't say jack and she walks away (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  Horse Girl.  She keeps walking and I walk with her.  It isn't her, and I start to go into the contingency, but she interrupts and says "I'm late to meet friends."  I say OK, bye.  But what I should have said is Yeah, I'm late too.  Later than you.  So check this out...  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6104098156992860751?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6104098156992860751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/footie-ball-approaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6104098156992860751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6104098156992860751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/footie-ball-approaches.html' title='Footie Ball approaches'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7741039975349247813</id><published>2009-03-13T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:26:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentum Builder</title><content type='html'>We start the Month 2 Pickup Mansion bootcamp tonight, so last night was a bit of a momentum builder for me.  We went out to a few Cahuenga bars, and it was a little light on action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  As we were walking from parking to the bars, I opened a mixed 3-set: 2 girls, 1 guy.  I open a girl with some pink hair, but her friend is into me so I start focusing on her.  She wants to know where a club is, and I say we just came from there, it was kinda lame.  Come with us to this new place.  So they start walking with us, and I'm talking with the girl and she is complimenting me like crazy on my look and I'm just kino'ing her like crazy.  I tell her her hair is good for pulling, and she thinks I said good for porn.  I played along for a bit.  I run smart tests.  We get to our destination, and her friend is too drunk to get in.  The guy now starts being very dramatic and angry so I get the number and we leave (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  Inside the bars, I spent some time standing around staring at nothing.  AA is my special friend.  As we were leaving one bar, I open 2 cute girls coming in.  They like my look, and we are vibing.  But I am low energy and am losing control of the frame.  I eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.  While talking to these two girls, I see the hottest girl of my life walking by with 2 other girls.  Mr. S, Ray, and I talk about how hot she was for a minute.  Then I see her again and open her with Sex Last Week.  She forgives me for not calling, even though I "broke her heart", and we hug.  A guy comes over and puts his arm around her, and starts saying to all 3 girls, let's go back this way.  And he pulls them off.  Still, a nice hug from a really phucking hot girl.  Nice (C&lt;5)  Nomad needs some ground control skills apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Red headed girl walking by.  Horse Girl.  She is pissed off!  And off she walks (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.  Horse girl.  I calibrate down because she isn't too hot.  She is friendly and I chat with her and her friend.  The friend starts calling her weird horse girl.  Then they split and run off to their groups of friends (C&lt;5)  This whole bar seems to be filled with one group of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.  We are leaving, and this hot 2-set is walking in the opposite direction on the other side of the street.  Ray starts to go in, and then ejects before delivering the opener.  They were hot though, so I run in and open one of them with Sex Last Week.  It isn't her.  I apologize for not calling, I have been busy.  She tells me I can stay busy.  But her friend, who is actually the better looking of the two, starts asking me questions about being in a band and if she knows me.  I tell her I'm in the rolling stones.  Haha, you are too young to be in that band.  I'm old enough little girl.  In fact I'm a dirty old man.  You better get far away from me as fast as possible or I'm going to do naughty dirty things to you.  So she tells me I should take her number, but she really has to go.  We do the number exchange, and she is trying to leave, but I hold her hand and pull her back and still make her practice the call back dialogue (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go to Mel's.  There is a seated 2-set, and I go in with the Disney Opener.  It sticks.  They make some comments like, where did you come from.  Heaven.  I showed up at their table uninvited.  No, this is my table.  I come here every night at 2 am and talk to whoever is at this table.  I make some mistakes, and just ask where they are from.  But I play the name guessing game, and get them to agree to buy me a beverage if I guess correctly.  But I don't.  They are texting somebody constantly, and I joke that they are texting with each other.  I run some identify info, about living in China, and getting foot massages for $3.  One of them is ready to move to China that instant.  I felt that the conversation was getting platonic and boring, so I left without asking for their numbers (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better doing approaches then I have for the past few days, so I'm ready for the big action this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7741039975349247813?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7741039975349247813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentum-builder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7741039975349247813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7741039975349247813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentum-builder.html' title='Momentum Builder'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7515928319606037583</id><published>2009-03-13T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:01:21.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 with High Model</title><content type='html'>I've been talking with this girl on the phone that I met in Set #6 from March.  She works as a waitress at a raw restaurant, and as a nanny.  Phone discussion tells me she was a model from age 12 in New York and Miami, and got pregnant at Age 18.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick her up at her place at 7.  We stop by my place because "I forgot something" and I give her a tour.  Then off we go to a raw restaurant that neither of us have been to.  I'm kino'ing her leg in the car and sharing some identity stories.  I run smart tests in the car, and she is like, are you serious?  But she still answers my questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me how she has gotten in so many car accidents.  One time, she made out with a girl at a club, and is driving home drunk.  And the girl keeps trying to kiss her while she is driving.  And she runs into somebody's front yard and damages their house.  She tells another story of her getting drunk kissing some girl friends of hers, and one of her friends boyfriends.  I'm generally nonreactive to the story, other than saying oh yeah that stuff is fun.  She mentions how she has modeled a lot when she was younger, and talks about her family a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the restaurant, and I sit next to her "because it is a little loud in here."  But damn does she talk softly.  I had to keep leaning in to hear her.  I say lets play a game.  We each ask the other skeleton in the closet questions, and get to know each other.  I start asking some questions that require thought - like when was the last time you were jealous?  She answers, but can't think of any questions of her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I realize she is probably high.  She is really mellow.  Not thinking very quickly.  And has a short attention span.  She apologizes for being "out of it."  I ask her is she is high, and she says no.  Oh, but I did smoke earlier today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kino'ing her...  touching her hands, touching her neck, playing with her hair...  she is totally cool with that.  I setup a future palm reading, and you can tell she wants to hear this stuff.  With that, I say let's bounce.  Let's split the check.  She only has $2.  So I have her agree to make me food later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start asking more questions - where was the craziest place you have ever had sex...  She doesn't know.  Now she is feeling a little stupid, and keeps apologizing that she is a boring conversationalist tonight.  I say, yeah, well, listen...  I really like hugs, so give me the best one you got and if its good then we'll try the conversation again another time.  It was the worst hug ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive a little fast to get her emotions going, and she asks if I am angry.  I laugh.  She keeps apologizing.  Then she says is it OK if you just bring me home?  That's what I'm doing lady...  She apologizes for giving a lame hug...  I just met you...  She has to be home at 10 because that is when her nanny leaves.  She hugs me good-bye, and says that was a better hug, right?  Kinda...  cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this girl has a crazy hot body.  She is skinny with a giant rack.  However, she says she is 10 pounds heavier than she used to be and some of her friends said she is a little thick.  Wow, with a body like that how can you feel so low about it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm going to call her again.  I'll wait a couple days to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7515928319606037583?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7515928319606037583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-with-high-model.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7515928319606037583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7515928319606037583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2-with-high-model.html' title='Day 2 with High Model'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3274394013482232343</id><published>2009-03-12T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:28:51.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Club Approaches</title><content type='html'>Ray was out at a local dance club working out a gig to be a promoter, so I went to meet up with him around 11:30 pm.  The door guy is a bit of a prick and I had to pay $20 to get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I do get inside, I am Mr. Creative Avoidance for about 15 minutes.  I can be the most creative man on the planet when necessary.  But then I get going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Horse girl.  Not her.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;25.  Horse girl.  Hug.  We talk for a couple minutes.  She has to go talk to her friend, but "wait right here, I'll be back."  I didn't wait.  She didn't come back (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray and I start to take turns talking to every girl that leaves the restroom.  They are all holding hands and going inside in pairs.  The sets became a blur, with only a few memorable ones.  It was interesting watching each set from afar.  It was a loud environment, and so it was difficult to occupy the attention of a 2-set.  Inevitably the 2nd girl would just stop and stand there waiting for her friend.  Thus we could both open the same set with no cross-interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 - 30.  Assuming 5 blowouts (B - 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  Ray opens a 2 set.  Girl #2 is looking into space.  I open her with sexy shoes.  She laughs, I get a hug.  We start bonding about tattoos, and she is complying by showing me all 6 of hers.  I am kino'ing her all over, and she is loving it.  Ray's girl leaves, and pulls her away (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  Horse Girl.  Is this from The Game?  No its a story, not a game, so anyway...  She keeps going back to the game, that she read it?  Oh a smart girl, huh.  Well if you are so smart...  and into smart tests.  And again, back to The Game.  So I ask her what this book is about, and if I should read it?  Is it a good book?  She recommends it.  Now her friend says let's go get a drink, and the target says to me, we are going to go get a drink.  OK.  And I could tell by her body language that she wanted me to go with her...  and when I didn't she felt a little awkward, and said OK, so I'll see you around.  I was thinking that the interaction was tainted because of her questioning about the book, but it wasn't at all.  I should have kept pushing (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.  A girl is standing alone in the middle of the bar area looking for her friend.  I open her with something, and she cuts me off and asks if I've seen her friend and describes her.  That sounds exactly like the girl Ray is talking to, so I adjust position so she can't look in that direction, and I offer to help look for her but she has to help me with something first.  OK.  Disney opener.  She loves Disney music.  I ask her to sing something from the Lion King for me.  She does.  I go into smart tests, and she knows what 4x4 is.  Then her friend comes in and pulls her into their group (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  I open a girl that used to train horses with Horse Girl.  Reckon/Yonder.  Then the convo gets platonic and boring, and she leaves (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave this club, and head over to Cahuenga to do some street game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  I jump out of the car and chase down 2 girls walking to their parked car.  Horse Girl.  It isn't her, and I positioned myself awkwardly so couldn't get the hug from the target.  The friend was a big sloppy drunk and angry, and didn't like me asking that question.  But the target was friendly and was a bit frustrated dealing with her friends state.  Ah well, they have to go and I eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  I opened one set.  Horse Girl.  She is angry.  (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a pretty poor night, but it was fun just opening every girl leaving the restroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;B - 6&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 4&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3274394013482232343?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3274394013482232343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance-club-approaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3274394013482232343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3274394013482232343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance-club-approaches.html' title='Dance Club Approaches'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4246742853484367385</id><published>2009-03-11T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:36:36.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Trail Game</title><content type='html'>I've starting getting back into my 5k/day running regime, and occasionally see cute girls on the trail.  Today was no exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  This cute blond and I were running towards each other, and we smile at each other and say hello.  We are near the end of the trail, so she needs to do a U-turn and I slow down.  As she is approaching, I ask her if she is following me, and she says she is, and she wants to listen to my music.  I have my iPhone blasting without headphones so we run side by side for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really run any scripts, but I guessed where she was from and we talked about me being new to town and just discovering this trail.  My name is Brad Pitt.  She laughs.  This is where our paths diverge, and I don't go for the #.  Weak (C&gt;5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4246742853484367385?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4246742853484367385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-trail-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4246742853484367385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4246742853484367385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-trail-game.html' title='Running Trail Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4717110530937450864</id><published>2009-03-11T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:14:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tuesday Approaches</title><content type='html'>Alas, I haven't been out gaming in awhile, and I was feeling a little rusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray and I roll to Target.  &lt;br /&gt;21.  Horse girl.  She doesn't stop, and smiles over her shoulder as she says she doesn't like horses (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  This really cute girl in thigh high stockings and the worlds shortest mini-skirt is roaming around.  I hesitate.  I hesitate again.  And yes, I hesitate a 3rd time.  But in I go with Horse Girl.  I get the hug.  I choke on my own words.  She takes off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head out to a few bars at midnight.  I open no sets, but wing Ray in a couple.  I don't count these as sets since I didn't open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray opens 2 girls coming out of the bathroom.  Girl #2 is this full sized black woman with f'd up teeth.  But she loves me from the time she lays eyes on me, and starts touching me.  My friend Roger More calls these girls training pigs, and I am in training after all...  so I flirt with her and make her give me a kiss on the cheek.  Ray's girl is not happy with him, and now they have joined her boyfriend, and he tells me that my boys pickup line is weak and disrespectful.  I start teasing his girl a bit, and she starts touching me.  We bounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next bar there is 1 reasonable set, which is a 2 girl / 1 guy mixed set.  Ray's current opener of choice is Sex last Week, and I joke that he should open the guy with it.  So he does.  It is pretty hilarious, as the guy plays along.  The two girls are like WTF!  I start talking to one of the girls, and she is like, "I know what's going on here."  We start chatting, and I start running my routine on her.  She keeps interrupting with crap like where are you from?  what do you do?  We talk about music, and how we should start a band together, and how she can't be fantasizing about me because we don't want to end up like Fleetwood Mac.  But god damn, this girl is boring boring BORING!!!  We leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive back towards home and stop off at another bar.  There are a bunch of girls inside.  2 sets, 3 sets, solo fliers.  But I don't open any of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, a guy from Hell night recognizes me.  He is big in the BDSM scene, and reminds me of some clubs to hit up to find goth and punk girls on Fridays and Saturdays.  Meanwhile, Ray is working on his girlfriend.  He keeps looking at them, and then continues to talk to me.  I can tell he is a little uncomfortable, as Ray is kino'ing the shit out of his girl.  So I start to shift my position so it becomes harder and harder for him to look, and I never looked in their direction so he wouldn't follow my eyes.  Eventually, Ray makes out with her so my wingman duties were fulfilled!  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:  AA - 1, Nomad - 0&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4717110530937450864?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4717110530937450864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-tuesday-approaches.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4717110530937450864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4717110530937450864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-tuesday-approaches.html' title='Random Tuesday Approaches'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6837914665257448008</id><published>2009-03-08T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:34:31.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftop Club Game</title><content type='html'>I flew back into town to get into an exclusive club with a promoter friend.  I was a little rusty, and also feeling some AA after having done no approaches for several days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about 30 minutes before we could get in, and it was cold outside.  And then being a rooftop deck, it was cold "inside."  I wasn't feeling it, and just sat down for a few minutes to chill and take in the new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Then...  into my first 2 set.  Do I look gay?  They laugh.  I drop into normal conversation and they get bored.  My voice is too soft to command their attention, and they wander off...  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  4-set.  Do I look gay?  For the first time ever, one of the girls says yes.  Nice.  I have reached a new milestone!  Feedback is that the guys were jealous, or that I look good and gay guys will hit on anything that they like.  Double nice.  I ask the hottest of the 4 if we know each other, and she busts out that maybe I know her husband.  One of the other girls is getting married, and this is her bachelorette thing.  I eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I open a 3-set at the bar with Pointy Shoes.  The target thinks that is gross, and back turns me.  I reciprocate (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I'm standing at the bar, when this 2-set pushes their way in.  I accuse the girl of being one of my aggressive fans, and she says "I'm not really familiar with LA clubs, but I really love your look.  You are so sexy."  She says this with her lips a half inch from mine.  So I put my tongue down her throat.  Logistically, her friend is pulling her away to go home, so I grab the # (# close / kiss close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  I open a mixed 5-set with Pointy Shoes.  The friends all jump in, including this dude, and basically push me away.  Physically.  Now that is what I call a blow-out!  Haha (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I open a 3-set with Pointy Shoes, and mid-set the promoter comes in with other friends, and says hi to me and says I'm cool.  Suddenly, one of the girls in the set goes from not caring if I exist to smiling at me and introducing herself.  Later, she walks by and says have a good night as she was leaving.  I should have # closed, but I just said so long.  Dumb.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I help Mr. S with a 3 set he opened, and bond with the sister over childhood memories.  Mr. S and I end of bantering with the alpha female who is vocal about how she needs some cock because she hasn't gotten any in 4 months.  She was fugly, so I wasn't gonna break that streak for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a slow night for me.  Once I got over my AA, I was quickly back to feeling good and social.  My first makeout in a club, so it was a good night.  This was supposed to be a high end deal, but the girls weren't really any hotter and gave the same reactions as girls in other places, so that was a good realization for me.  They are all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6837914665257448008?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6837914665257448008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/rooftop-club-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6837914665257448008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6837914665257448008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/rooftop-club-game.html' title='Rooftop Club Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1289677017395591663</id><published>2009-03-04T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:27:22.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Day Game</title><content type='html'>I'm in a different city today, walking around downtown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  A girl opens me with "I think I'm in love with you.  I really like your look"  Is that an IOI?  Haha.  I think my look is really getting some results, and she compliments all sorts of parts of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately put my arm around her and pull her in, and start running smart tests.  She passes, so I ask her if she wants to be my new 9th girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;Your new one?  What happened to the old 9th girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of love to give.  I understand that, love expands...&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Zoot.  I say Bad Zoot, and give her a little smack on the ass.  That might be geek humor, but it worked for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks my name.  Brad Pitt.  She plays along for awhile, and asks where I live.  LA of course.  Of course.  I'm only in town for a few days, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to run to a meeting, and she is far from hot, but I ask for her # for the practice.  As it were, she doesn't want to give it to me.  (C&gt;5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1289677017395591663?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1289677017395591663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/travel-day-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1289677017395591663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1289677017395591663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/travel-day-game.html' title='Travel Day Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2486451468252648779</id><published>2009-03-04T17:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:58:44.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Day Game</title><content type='html'>Ray and I went to the 3rd Street Promenade after a light snack.  There is nothing like day game to aide digestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Random girl standing at magazine stand.  Horse girl.  She isn't her, but gives me a hug.  Then walks off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  A girl is speed walking down the promenade.  I take off in pursuit.  She gives me a walking hug, then runs off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Into B&amp;N - Horse Girl - Hug - she walks off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Into some women's clothing store - Sexy shoes - bye (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Into the Apple store - HG - Hug - sales person is ready for her now, so bye (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Into a convenience store - HG - I realize she is about 15 once I started talking, so I calibrate down and eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  A girl that had been belly dancing is now carting her stuff off, and I get into step beside her.  Do you like horses?  They like me too.  She speaks so softly that I can hardly hear her, and she won't turn her head to look at me.  How can a belly dancer be so stiff?!  It feels awkward, and I walk off (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many sets that I didn't open and didn't approach, as I was having some weird kind of AA.  I had a hard time getting into state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray gets props for opening girls with Sex Last Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2486451468252648779?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2486451468252648779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/light-day-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2486451468252648779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2486451468252648779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/light-day-game.html' title='Light Day Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4347963378762111213</id><published>2009-03-01T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:52:46.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Day Game at Melrose and The Grove</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful day in LA!  Sunny and 85 degrees, which means beautiful women are out in droves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head to Melrose with Mr. S to do a little shopping.  In a jewelry store, I run some game on the hired gun who is a little Japanese girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When we walked into this store, HBAsian does the standard store girl bit about can she help us.  I could tell from the accent that she was Japanese, so I asked her if she was from Japan, and then spouted off some Japanese phrases.  She asked where I have been in Japan, so we talked about that for a bit, then she asked if I was in a band.  Maybe.  What instrument do you think I would play?  Guitar.  What is it about guitar players that you find so attractive?  Haha.  OK, so I am in a band...  the Rolling Stones.  Haha.  No, I just sleep on my band friends couches and steal their drugs and girls.  But you and I should start a band...  she is already in a band, and her sister is the guitar player.  I start checking out some sunglasses, and tell her I only buy things that are 50% off.  She can't help.  I thumb wrestle her for a discount.  This is her first time thumbwrestling, so I beat her mercilessly.  We joke around some more, and she asks if I am really in a band.  I already told you that, aren't you paying attention?  Haha.  I go for the #, but no dice.  She gives me her bands myspace and invites us to her show.  I give her a hug good-bye, and off we go (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  As we are walking up to another shop, I see this smoking hot girl smoking a cigarette out front.  She finishes, and walks back inside the store.  In I go...&lt;br /&gt;And I accuse her of being a dick stomper.  She loves it.  Shedding Cat.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  Her qualities include singing and dancing, as she does ballet.  I ask her to sing for me.  She is too shy.  So I ask her to do some ballet.  She complies.  I ask for her #.  No.  49 times.  No, but if you come back and talk to me more then we can discuss it.  She interacts with a couple customers.  I run the Tom Hanks routine, but with Bruce Willis.  She says she thinks I do look like him.  We are leaving now, and she says she didn't catch my name.  Brad Pitt.  We vibe, and I give her my real name.  Then I tell her, OK, come out from behind that counter and give me a hug.  She does.  And off I roll.  I need to make it back to that place for sure (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to The Grove.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I open a seated 2-set with Do I look Gay?  It sticks great.  They are from out of town.  Smart tests.  Brad Pitt.  Vibed on common backgrounds.  Hollywood tourism banter.  I tell the target we should hang out tomorrow and see Hollywood.  She agrees.  # exchange (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I open a girl with HG.  Hug.  She has to go (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  2 HB10 russians.  HG.  I'm part way through the opener, and she says "You are done!"  I am so done, but I feel really bad about it.  No, you are done!  Yeah, I am really done, but can you forgive me?!  She walks away speaking russian (Blowout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Later in the night, I stop by a restaurant, and banter with the waitress.  No game or anything, just some general humor.  I invite her and her friends to a Sunday bbq.  (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty high energy today, and was having a ton of fun just bantering with women today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4347963378762111213?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4347963378762111213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-day-game-at-melrose-and-grove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4347963378762111213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4347963378762111213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-day-game-at-melrose-and-grove.html' title='Sunday Day Game at Melrose and The Grove'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5749083955801113107</id><published>2009-03-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:02:28.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month 1 Stats</title><content type='html'>28 days, 121 approaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowouts =  13 (10.7%)&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5      =  59 (48.8%)&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5      =  24 (19.8%)&lt;br /&gt;#/email  =  24 (19.8%)&lt;br /&gt;Full     =   1 (00.8%)&lt;br /&gt;Total    = 121 (100%)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5749083955801113107?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5749083955801113107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/month-1-stats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5749083955801113107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5749083955801113107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/month-1-stats.html' title='Month 1 Stats'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3510043718778830334</id><published>2009-03-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:52:13.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Month #1 - Carpet Bomb Frat Boy bar</title><content type='html'>Tonight was awesome, which was a great way to end Month #1.  I went out with Ray and Mr. S to Happy Endings, and we just approached every set with the same opener.  I used the "Do I look gay?" opener, and tweaked it a little each time.  It basically goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look gay?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;OK, these two guys said I look gay.  Why do you think they would say that?&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;OK, I think the reason they said it, is cuz I'm like a Calvin Klein model.  Check out this look I just did for Prada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This usually gets a laugh, and then I transition from there.  &lt;br /&gt;A lot of the feedback I got was "they said that because they were jealous."  That sounds like an IOI to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tweaked it a little bit later to suggest that the gay guys thought I was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the sets I opened tonight, only a few are really memorable, with the rest being less than 5 minute conversations (Perhaps 10 of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 set at the Bar.  She is from England.  We chat for 10 minutes while she is ordering a drink.  I ejected prematurely, but I run Brad Pitt, Shedding Cat, Smart/Hot/Rich. (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a seated 3-set, of course with the gay opener.  They are not into my look, not liking my facial hair, and not afraid to let me know.  They also were not fans of my clothes, and went into full fashion critique.  None of this is phasing me at all, and I just keep running my material.  One minute they are being bitchy, and the next they are responding to Smart Tests, telling me what 4x4 is and the capital of washington state.  I tell the target that I only like Smart/Hot/Rich girls, and she is shocked that anybody would say that.  But I guess it is hollywood...  Still, I keep plowing.  Then, the really bitchy girl says, listen guy, I am only in town this last night and these are my friends and I want to talk with them.  I say, that is the worst line ever!  Now she is offering proof, and shows me her college ID and her Minnesota drivers license.  Suddenly, since I am from MN, we are best friends, and I'm hugging her and we are chatting.  But, I totally respected that she wanted to talk to her friends and left (like a dumbass!  Hello!)  But we run into them later, and MN girl opens me, and I introduce them to Ray as the cast of Mean Girls!  The target doesn't like being referred to as Lindsay Lohan, but we hug it out.  But did I ask for the #?  Did I suggest bouncing to the next spot?  No!!!  Loser!  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we leave the bar, we head to Mel's.  Outside, I open a seated 2-set with Do I look gay. (C&lt;5) Then, a girl opens me, wants my photo.  I make her give me a kiss first.  Then she gives me her email, but whispers that she has a boyfriend. (Email) Then, I open a 2-set (possibly mixed 3-set) with dick stompers, and it sticks like gold.  I pull these girls into our table, and we chat with them for over an hour.  I run game on this Japanese/Brazilian girl, who is really really stiff, who lives in Riverside.  I decide I'm not interested, and don't ask for the # when we leave.  Ray gets it for future arm candy for getting into clubs. (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total sets:&lt;br /&gt;B - 0&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 11&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;#/email - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3510043718778830334?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3510043718778830334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-of-month-1-carpet-bomb-frat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3510043718778830334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3510043718778830334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-of-month-1-carpet-bomb-frat.html' title='Last Day of Month #1 - Carpet Bomb Frat Boy bar'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-1115243151640508373</id><published>2009-02-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:00:45.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grove Day Game</title><content type='html'>Ray, Mr. S, and I went to the Grove to do some warm-up for our last night of Month 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did only 1 set that I recall, with a missionary girl that is really involved with the church.  I did horse girl, Brad Pitt, Smart/Hot/Rich.  We vibed on some common interests in travel, and then I got the #, and hugged her good-bye.  Nothing too exciting, and I'm not sure if I'll call since I'm not really into good girls ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# close - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-1115243151640508373?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/1115243151640508373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/grove-day-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1115243151640508373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/1115243151640508373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/03/grove-day-game.html' title='Grove Day Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2466968082784226548</id><published>2009-02-28T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:15:04.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday AA</title><content type='html'>It's 11:30, and we arrive at a local frat boy bar.  I immediately open the first 3 sets I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set #1 - horse girl - "I'm not her!" - She wouldn't even listen to the contingencies, and she just runs off to see her friends (blowout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set #2 - eyeliner - I open these two ugly girls that were standing next to me, who I saw checking me out.  They offer me some opinions, and I say thanks and leave.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set #3 - sexy shoes - a fiesty girl and her friend.  Fiesty girl interrupts me 3 or 4 times, and I plow.  She asks if this line works on a lot of girls.  I got laid 300 times this month from that line alone, plow plow plow.  She says that's gross.  I roll into the next routine, but the music is loud and I am not speaking loud enough.  She asks me to repeat myself.  I tease her for pretending she can't hear, but I think she truly can't.  Now I find myself leaning in to talk with her.  She asks if I ate onions tonight.  I say no, I'm testing out this new onion flavored chewing gum.  She's the first one to offer any opinion.  I ask her friend if the fiesty girl is always like this?  Yes.  I vibe with the friend a little bit, as she is friendly, and we talk about getting some piercings.  I compliment her and say an eyebrow piercing would look good on her, and she is really appreciative.  I may have just sold an eyebrow piercing, ha ha.  The fiesty girl says she wants to see me use that line on other people to see if it works.  I tell her that she has to buy me a drink before I can consider any fan requests.  My wing comes in and I feel all warmed up, so I use this time to eject.  Later girls (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm standing around like a douche bag.  I walked through the whole bar, and saw no "easy sets" and started creatively avoiding talking to anybody.  I chat with Ray a bit.  Then he opens a mixed set, so I open the set next to me.  I'll call her HBEightyPounds. I love these skinny girls.  Horse girl.  She plays along.  We hug.  She has to go back to her friends with drinks, but she stays and chats and asks my name.  Brad Pitt.  She says she doesn't think Brad is hot.  She asks where I'm from.  She's been there and tells a story.  Now she really needs to go back to her friends but I like talking with you.  I tell her that I might come find her later, if she is lucky.  She laughs.  More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking by, 3 blonds open me because they like my look.  I give one of them a big hug of appreciation, and start some banter.  One of the friends starts acting goofy and a bit bitchy towards me and trying to get all of the attention, and I say Oh, that is so cool that you hang out with retarded kids.  She says I'm not retarded, I just have no reason to like you.  I throw back, you're not really impressing me so far.  I'll give you 3 seconds to win me over.  Go!  She says that she is just joking and that I seem "nice."  I go back to my target and start running smart/hot/rich.  She works for Disney, so I roll into the disney opener.  She claims to be really smart.  Now friend #3 comes in and says Let's Go! and they just move about 20 feet away (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I run into HBEightyPounds.  She is looking for her friends, and she asks me if I want to come upstairs with her.  I say, this is my first time here and I haven't checked out upstairs yet, so sure.  She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs, but when we arrive she doesn't like it.  She is a bit intense actually.  So she asks if I smoke, and I say no but I could use some fresh air.  So we walk out to the smoking area and start chatting.  Let the frame control battles begin! She asks why I'm in LA.  Just some work stuff.  What do you do?  Guess...  Oh no, I don't play those games, and I definitely don't play the age game.  OK, I'll guess first.  I guess you are 25.  She likes that guess, but it is low.  We go back and forth, back and forth.  Then she tells me her real age.  I won't tell her mine, but then she says please.  So I tell her.  We have several stories that each of us are sharing, and she asks me a few times, is this the short version of this story?  I say yes, and keep telling.  Then a few times, I ask her the same thing.  This is fun.  She makes the point of saying a few times that she has a guy, and she is content with the guy she is fucking, and so on and so forth.  I tell her she is in my friend zone. I'm having a problem running routines, because they aren't coming into my head!  But we are having fun just sparring with each other.  I talk about living overseas, and use that as an excuse to do full body kino like we are standing on a subway in Tokyo.  I take her passport out of her purse and comment about all the places she has been and joke about her photo.  She needs to go to the bathroom, so this time I grab her wrist and walk through the crowd to take her to the bathroom.  More later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm once again standing around like a douche, so I walk and go outside and open 2 girls with Disney.  Girl #1 asks if this is a pickup line.  Because if it is, its a really good one!  She says to her friend, isn't that a really good question?! She agrees.  So we vibe on Disney.  She has the attention span of a gnat, and keeps getting distracted by people walking by or whatever.  I tease her for having ADD.  There is a guy standing on the edge luring like a stalker, and I think he is with these 2 girl.  They think he is with me.  He is creepy.  But the second girl starts talking to him, so I have 1:1 time with my target.  Girl #2 eventually pulls away my target to leave, so letting that guy into the conversation didn't really work out so well.  Also though, knowing she has ADD, I probably shouldn't have started Smart/Hot/Rich with the straight forward question of "Are you smart?"  Ha.  She didn't like it. (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run into HBEightyPounds again, and I ask her if she has email.  This is part of a yes ladder to the phone #, and I wanted to try it.  She says this conversation is probably best had outside, so off we go outside again.  We go for the email exchange, and she says it is better to text her.  So I take the number, and call her, and she saves it in her phone book.  I make her promise to be excited when I call.  She agrees, on one condition, and starts telling me this long story about how she doesn't always listen to voicemail or return phone calls, but text is good.  I cut her off and ask if there is a short version of this story :).  Text Me.  We hug, and I head out. (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray and I are standing outside when this girl from Kentucky opens me because she likes my look.  She wants to touch my facial hair.  Normally I tell people they need to buy me a drink, but we are outside the bar.  I should have said that she had to give me a kiss, which is what I will do next time.  Anyway, I got some good kino out of it, and all right in front of HBEightyPounds.  I also should have gone into reckon/yonder.  She is in town visiting, and her friends just got the car from valet, so off they go (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had some bad AA tonight.  I think this was due to a large percentage of mixed sets.  I also ran very little scripted routines, as they just weren't coming to me.  Wtf.  So overall, a poor night for game progress, but I did get one # from a hot girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2466968082784226548?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2466968082784226548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-aa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2466968082784226548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2466968082784226548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-aa.html' title='Friday AA'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-3659290450959892373</id><published>2009-02-27T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:51:07.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship update</title><content type='html'>Brad came by the house tonight and we were able to sync on progress and some ideas for improvement.  We also discussed relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may recall from my previous post (Relationship (mis)management) I had a phone call that ended my current LTR due to her perceived need for a commitment.  Brad's advice was gold - first, girls usually do this when some event happens in their life or a friends life that affects relationships (a girlfriend of hers is having commitment issues with her man friend, for example.)  First step - discredit the friend with a series of questions about the friends expertise and long term success in relationships, and discredit her methods of getting a man to commit (since it isn't working for her, this isn't challenging.)  Step two - Suggest that we should get together to reconnect.  Girls love to reconnect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes after this discussion, I get an IM from the lady friend asking if we can talk.  We did.  And have agreed to get together to reconnect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-3659290450959892373?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/3659290450959892373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/relationship-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3659290450959892373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/3659290450959892373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/relationship-update.html' title='Relationship update'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7669410849596921961</id><published>2009-02-26T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:36:29.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Night</title><content type='html'>Hell night is awesome.  The energy is really open and friendly, with half naked people and exhibitionists getting whipped and flayed for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a set right away with sexy shoes.  Super intense kino from this girl to me, so I have my arms wrapped around her.  No need for the hug, because we are already hugging.  Brad Pitt.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  I think I overqualified her, because she kind of got freaked out by it and ran off (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a girl with Horse Girl.  "I just heard this from your friend 2 minutes ago."  OK, I have another.  "No, I'm not even listening!" and then some of her friends showed up and she back turned me. (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open 2 girls with sexy shoes, I get the hug, and I am kino'ing this girl like crazy.  I smacked her on the ass twice.  Brad Pitt.  Smart/Hot/Rich.  I am really f'ing smart!  She tells me how she f'd her college professor, and just wanted it to be a 1 night thing but he kept calling her.  I think it was a bit of a test, and just said yeah, I know how that goes.  I have my hand on her ass and she is leaning into me and we are chatting, when a guy and a girl friend show up.  There is drama with her girlfriend.  I chat with the guy, and ask how they know each other.  He says my target is his slave, and the other girl is a friend.  The drama is taking awhile, so I go check out the room a bit (C&gt;5)  I reopened this girl later, and she and the girl are still deep in convo, and get told this is just a me and her thing.  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some weird stuff with these girls, and not that many of them are hot.  Some are definitely grade A material, but there are a lot of fat girls or ugly girls.  I walked around for awhile and didn't really open anybody, or just chatted with whatever person was close to me to stay social.  A fat girl asks me to dance, and I say I need to find my friends first and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a 2-set with sex last week, and the target loved it.  We are kino'ing the shit out of each other, and I start running smart/hot/rich.  A guy walks in and the girl moves away from me and chats with him, so I vibe with the friend.  I just start running normal story telling with her, about travel, etc...  She is a "nice girl" and is not sexually liberated, like her friend.  Her words.  We chat about that a bit, and then she asks how I know her friend.  I should have said we go way back, but no, I admit to just meeting her 2 minutes ago.  I ask what she does for fun, and she starts talking about comic books and science fiction books.  OK...  Then the dude leave, and the target recommences kino.  I do a little dancing with the two girls, and check logistics.  Not good.  Good girl is DD, and they live in Riverside.  So I go to pull numbers from both girls.  Good girl wouldn't hand it over.  Ha!  But I got the liberated one!  Viva la liberation! (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should definitely have done more sets, and there were a couple times I wussed out about approaching some really hot girls.  Lesson learned!  Like the highly compensated marketers at Nike say, Just Do It!  At least I got some great kino and a couple ass slaps in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total sets:&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7669410849596921961?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7669410849596921961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/hell-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7669410849596921961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7669410849596921961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/hell-night.html' title='Hell Night'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-4942637881439002510</id><published>2009-02-25T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:22:08.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoter led day game</title><content type='html'>Met up with our local promoter friends, and went to check out some new day game spots.  First on the list was a heavily traffic'd outdoor shopping area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First set - I don't speak English (B)&lt;br /&gt;Second set - Just keeps walking (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd set - Horse Girl - she bites, hook, line, and sinker.  Big hug.  She is in town for a week, and I spent some time hanging out where she lives before, so we vibed on that.  She needs to go, but I keep her talking for another 5 minutes.  We gotta meet up before you head back home.  Definitely!  (# close)  Text game is in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th set - Horse Girl - it's not her.  She's from Denmark.  I have been to Denmark about 6 times, and start talking about that, but then I go back to horse girl and try to get the forgiveness.  She won't forgive me, and walks off. (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head off to venue #2, which is a really busy Target store.  (Pronounced "Tar-zhay" (IPA: /tɑrˈʒeɪ/) to those in the know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I situationally open a girl and vibe about laundry detergent.  Then I go into sexy shoes.  She won't forgive me and you can tell she feels awkward, so she walks off.  We got some good laundry soap advice though (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I horse girl a cute blond that is reviewing the extensive selection of canned soups.  She forgives me, and gives me a big hug.  Brad Pitt.  She moved to LA a few months ago, and I did just a few weeks ago, so we talk about that.  She asks where I live, and I confirm that she isn't going to try to follow me home.  She laughs, and all is well.  I ask her to get me some free tickets to a show that she is in, but "I don't even get free tickets!"  OK.  I say she seems smart, and she is like, oh yeah, I just finished my masters and I speak 4 languages.  Cool, but are you rich.  Yeah, I'm doing ok.  Cool, cause I only like smart/hot/rich girls.  *laughs*  So what do you do for fun?  There is some drama in her life that means she isn't getting a lot of fun right now, and I just say I understand we all have those times in out lives, but we always look back on them and think about how great it was because it made us make active decisions about our lives.  She totally agrees.  I say we should hang out sometime, and she says to come see her show and she'll be there.  I insist I can only come if I have free tickets.  I also joke about after parties and backstage parties, and how actors and singers are all really geeks that know how to party.  I go for the # close, but she mentions again "some drama."  I say let's stay in touch cuz you'll be ready to get out soon, so give me the email - she does.  (email close.)  I give her another hug, and then walk off into the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad day overall.  I have a hard time sticking to my stack, which doesn't seem as crucial during day game.  I was feeling good and lively, so I had good energy and seemed to connect with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been texting with a few of my # closes.  While I haven't been getting a lot of traction, I have 4 girls that I am making progress with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day game summary:&lt;br /&gt;B - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;#/email - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-4942637881439002510?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/4942637881439002510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/promoter-led-day-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4942637881439002510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/4942637881439002510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/promoter-led-day-game.html' title='Promoter led day game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-216483646925579257</id><published>2009-02-25T01:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:35:51.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a much more energetic fun night for me. Perhaps I'm nearly over the cold that has been plaguing me for the past week+, or perhaps I just felt the New Orleans spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go out the last two nights, and instead staying in... resting a bit and also doing a little studying. I listened to a Glenn P interview on relationships, and also read Fader's banter lines post from the Attraction Forums. It is a gold mine of little quips to humor the ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around 10 pm, Ray and I decide to go to Foxtail. We arrive, and are informed that only those on the guest list will be permitted entry. No matter, we hop in the car and start to go to Cinespace, but in route we notice that the Saddle Ranch is packed. And with the alure of cotton candy, mini-skirt clad women riding a mechanical bull, and most importantly... no cover, we stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, we head into the Standard to use the can. I vibed with the door staff, who remembered me from last time. Then we get in line at the Saddle Ranch, as they are "at capacity" and we need to wait until some people finish their ribs and fried chicken before we can get inside. I start chatting with a mixed 4-set (1 guy, 3 girls) and spew a bunch of off-the-cuff bullshit, that has them all laughing and having a good time. The guy gives me a fist thump in appreciation. I chat with the door guy, who now knows me by name and tell him he's doing a great job. Some guy from inside walks out and says "Hey, how's it going bro?!", like he knows me, and gives me a high 5. Then, in we roll. (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open a 2 set by just looking at this girl like I know her. She starts blabbing about something that I don't understand, but I give her a big hug. Her sister wants to touch my facial hair, and I tell her hands off the merchandise. She talks back, so I smack her on the ass. She gives me a hug. She asks how I know her sister, and I put my arm around the sis and talk about how we dated a long time ago. She plays along. We are all laughing and having fun playing off each other, and there is a ton of 3-way kino happening. Both girls grab me and pull me out of the aisle to talk more, and then suddenly they have to go smoke and run off, never to be seen again (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Ray in set, and I go in to wing. I occupy the obstacle. They are from England, and I joke about how I don't like English girls. I make her guess what I do, and she says computer programmer!  WTF!  Apparantly my rocker look has some flaws :)  I'm just bantering about nothing, and Ray tells us that his girl has agreed to be his 9th boyfriend. I ask when they are going to get married, and perform the marriage ceremony right on the spot. Ray gets a kiss. I try to isolate, saying it is loud in here, let's go outside, but they aren't having it (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open 3 black girls, only talking to one of them though as the other two are staring into space at the bar. She loves sexy shoes, and laughs her ass off and plays along. Brad Pitt.  She has a bar name too.  We talk about giving fake phone #'s.  I do the rolling stones bit. I'm a line cook at Denny's. This girl isn't hot, and Ray comes in to wing, so I try to talk to the 2 girls at the bar. They are stone cold. I talk about skydiving, which the friend said they did together, and not even that stirs an ounce of emotion. I'm not here to talk to the wall, so I eject (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open a 2-set, and Ray follows right in to occupy girl #2. This girl is a riot, and we totally feed off each other. She loves horse girl, and I get a great hug. Brad Pitt. She says she is in the business, and I ask if that is her way of describing her porn career. She is like, most definitely. I say "Hmmm, I definitely don't recognize you. Turn around." So I turn her around and check out her ass, and declare that now I recognize her. I forget my motivation, but I also slapped her on the ass. Perhaps I just wanted to. Smart/Hot/Rich. She can cook. I tell her about my gig in the Rolling Stones. Line cook at Denny's. My aspirations in porn. They need to leave, so I get the #. She tells me to text her my name so she has my number. (# close.) Ray got the # of the second girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go outside to get some fresh air. I open a 2-set. Again, this is a great high energy conversation, and we are totally vibing off each others bullshit. I'm Brad Pitt. She is Tina Turner. I role play as Ike for a bit, and tell her I'm going to smack her up, and give her a slap on the ass. She says she's gonna divorce me and take all my money. I isolate her and have her sit down next to me. Rolling Stones. Line cook at Denny's. I start qualifying her. She complies. After a bit, she says she has to go, but I get her to stay another 5 minutes. (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run into the 4-set from outside, and chat with the cutest of the 3 girls. We have a good chat. Smart/Hot/Rich. Brad Pitt. Rolling Stones. I don't remember exactly, but I think she needed to go to the bathroom. I see her a couple hours later making out with some random guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open a seated girl outside, and a few minutes in a guy comes and sits down next to her. This is the same guy that took away a girl when I was at Big Wangs. He recognized me, I recognized him. But she knows him and he has his hands all rubbing her thighs, so I say ciao. (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl leaning against the wall is watching her friend vibe really well with some guy.  I open her with horse girl.  She tells me insulting a girl is not a good start.  I keep going.  Brad Pitt.  Are you in a band?  Yeah, rolling stones.  Line cook at Denny's.  She asks if this works on girls.  (Why am I getting that so much lately? Help!)  I keep plowing.  She talks a bit about her work, and says she is a big fish in a small pond.  I try to spin things back on her, and I ask her if that line works with guys.  I understand you are into me, but you are coming on a little strong.  She just kind of rolls her eyes.  At this point her friend realizes the guy she is chatting with is a douche bag, and she wants to go.  Off they go (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open a seated 2-set, and the girl I am chatting to is drunk as a skunk. She can't focus for shit. A guy shows up with a drink for her, and she says she's known him since 3rd grade. He is saying Dude, you teach my astronomy class. I have no idea what the hell he is talking about, but I tell the girl that I really do. This is the only time she shows any spark of life as she is about to fall on the floor. I try running Ophrah Winfrey on her, and she is like Hell yeah I'll sleep with Oprah for 1 million.  500k?  She can't pay attention.  I'm not into necrophilia, and I'm getting nowhwere, so I eject (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a look around the place, and I see nothing with a buying temperature above absolute zero.  Perhaps my gauges are off.  Ray and I are feeling a bit tired, so we ride off into the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I felt much more energy and more positive when going out.  I slapped a few girls on the ass, and had really entertaining banter with a few different sets.  It was fun.  I feel like I am back on track.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total sets:&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 2&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 5&lt;br /&gt;# - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-216483646925579257?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/216483646925579257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/216483646925579257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/216483646925579257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/fat-tuesday.html' title='Fat Tuesday'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-2069871548387601382</id><published>2009-02-22T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:58:47.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 hour at Beverly Center</title><content type='html'>I rode with Ray to the Beverly Center today so I could watch him perform some domestic duties, i.e. shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was mostly filled with couples walking hand in hand.  Excuse me, are you is this one of those DTR conversations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the elevator, I horse girl this woman who gives me a hug.  We role into the elevator together, and she gives us directions to Bed Bath and Beyond as she heads to her car.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, who should appear in line but the horse girl?!  Buying a George Foreman grill...  Hey, it's the horse girl!  I tease her for forgetting to buy a Foreman Grillmaster 5000 of all things, or are you just following us around?  What does one grill with those things anyway?  We have a bbq every Sunday, and we need somebody to run the grill, you should come.  But she doesn't know how to operate the grill, her boyfriend does.  And that is that...&lt;br /&gt;(C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also opened an asian girl in a mini-skirt, who spoke absolutely zero english.  I ejected, but next time that happens I am going to ask her if she likes horses...  in Chinese! (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also walked on melrose a bit, but saw no sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Center and Melrose Ave suck for day game on Oscar Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-2069871548387601382?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/2069871548387601382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-hour-at-beverly-center.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2069871548387601382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/2069871548387601382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-hour-at-beverly-center.html' title='1 hour at Beverly Center'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-5208299797805075348</id><published>2009-02-22T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:34:09.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cahuenga Night Game</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, and we roll out to Cahuenga.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading out, we made a whole foods run, and I did one set in the frozen foods section...  horse girl, shedding cat, idle chit chat, go for the #...  And she won't have it.  I joke about only calling her 49 times, and she says she has a boyfriend.  DD routine, and she says "a first date will never happen."  Ouch.  See ya (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out to Big Wangs, and I open a seated two set with Monster Truck.  One of the girls is 5 feet tall, and would totally date a guy with a monster truck, but would require that a foot stool be involved.  Lol!  Brad Pitt...  The Truck Lover also has  bar name, but her friend is totally confused about why anybody would have a bar name.  So we give her one, Jezebel.  I then do the shedding cat routine on jezebel, and she asks me "Does this stuff really work on girls?!"  All the time.  Plow plow plow.  We chat, then I run the blender routine.  She negotiates an upgrade to the blender to a "nice non-stick skillet."  OK, I can work with that.  Then I tell her she can't get wet, and she is like OMG!  Why even go there!  Does this really work on girls?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I play along, and say we can talk about the weather, or do you come here often, or what do you do?  And it turns out she wants to talk about her job.  I cut her off, cuz this is really boring, and it turns out we both moved to LA from the same city.  Then, she and her friend need to run off to the bathroom (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we are off to the next bar.  I opened a 2 set, drunk birthday girl.  I do sexy shoes, shedding cat, who cuts your hair, 8 girlfriends.  She says she is looking for a no strings attached thing, and has 2 boyfriends.  No commitment.  Not into boys right now.  This was really a perfect situation, as she was really sexually expressive, and drunk, but I was having a hard time building and holding attraction.  She kept grabbing her girlfriend and talking about how much she loves her.  I ejected like a pussy (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened a girl with horse girl.  Got the hug.  I get the hug all the time now.  She is in a bachelorette party, and I congratulate the bride.  (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reopened the group unknowingly later with monster truck, which went well.  But some of the girls are from the east coast and totally ready to sleep because of jet lag.  Total low energy (C&lt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 set opened with horse girl.  The horse girl gives me a hug, but is not into more conversation.  So I chat with the friend, and bond with her a bit based on common background.  I run shedding cat, and she laughs.  She agrees to bring her own lint roller.  I ask for the #, but her friend is pulling her to the bathroom, but she says she'll be back... Right.  10 minutes later, I go up to her and tell her I'm leaving, but give me your number.  Her friend says she has a boyfriend.  But she gives me the #.  (# close)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text later in the night and she replies "horse girl says hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the crowd, I get bumped by this girl that is 6 inches taller than me.  I accuse her of being violent and she is uber-apologetic.  I run sexy shoes on her, and get the hug.  Brad Pitt.  She plays along.  The whole time she is talking she is bending her knees to come down to my level.  I didn't know how to read that, and I did the same, pretending I was shorter.  Stop, I'm embarrassed as it is about my height...  Oops.  Then I run the cat routine.  And then who cuts your hair.  She didn't like me pulling her hair, and turns her back.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her later and yell out her pretend name and she yells back Brad Pitt, but she is surrounded by a group of guys and they pull her back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head over to Burgundy room, but it is all dudes.  I do a street set, and the girl cuts me off with Your Friend already asked me that.  Oh really, I have another...  but they ran off (B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up at a place i haven't been yet (Citizen Smith?) and it has a ton of hot girls and a great outdoor area.  I open one set with sexy shoes, and the girl I deliver it to isn't so hot.  So I switch to her friend, and the sexy shoe girl leaves us alone.  I was getting no compliance so I did a little back turn, and she pulls me back in by asking where I am from.  We chat.  She says I'm full of shit.  I absurdify.  She says she is full of shit too.  Then she has to go sit down because her feet hurt.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open a two set at the bar.  Absolutely zero attraction.  I am throwing routines out there, and I am getting nothing.  We are at the bar, and the friend says let's go get a drink...  stepping two steps away.  Nice.  (C&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be one or two additional sets mixed in, but they are unmemorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;I was higher energy tonight, but having little attraction from anybody.&lt;br /&gt;B - 1&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 3&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 5&lt;br /&gt;# - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-5208299797805075348?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/5208299797805075348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/cahuenga-night-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5208299797805075348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/5208299797805075348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/cahuenga-night-game.html' title='Cahuenga Night Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-6348469648525549910</id><published>2009-02-21T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:23:23.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship (mis)Management</title><content type='html'>Today was a rough day in the relationship arena.  I was woken up at noon by an incoming skype video call with my long distance LTR.  She wants to talk about "the relationship."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some history - I approached this girl at a Target store around Thanksgiving.  We meet for tea a couple days later, and do everything but have sex in the tea shop.  Then make that happen at her place 3 blocks away.  We stay in touch, and end up spending 14 days together over Xmas and New Years.  She tells me she loves me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to have the relationship talk.  Her summation is this...  "I know what is going to happen in LA.  I'm not stupid.  I just don't want to hear about it, and if I can see you once a month that would be cool."  Cool, right?  Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move to LA, and she comes to visit.  In 3.5 days, she wants to have relationship drama 4 times.  I ignore it and change the subject until she says she feels like I'm ignoring and changing the subject.  Then I let her talk herself out, and she comes to the conclusion that she is my main girl, and that is OK.  Until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she says that she can't have an open relationship, and doesn't exactly say that this is an ultimatum, but wants to talk about it.  This has come up before, so she believes I am having sex with other people or have the intention of doing so.  And she wants me to fix her problem, because she isn't going to deal with this.  We talk for a long time, and I describe in many different ways what she is feeling, and asking if what I am saying sounds accurate.  She says it does.  I say she feels a need to nest and domesticate me, does that sound right?  Yes.  You realize I can't agree to these ultimatums?  She wants me to figure out a solution that will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what that is, so I tell her I will call her if/when I figure it out.  Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with this great girl who says she loves me, who wants me to be committed to her, but I can't do it.  And I would love to have her in my life, because she is a great person and we have a lot of fun together.  But I don't know how to have her be happy with that.  I'm sure somebody more skilled in relationship management would have handled this differently, and I was able to keep it going for a month or so after the DTR conversation first started, but in the end I didn't know how to handle the ultimatum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She summarized by saying that it sounds like we are both at different places in our lives, and that I need to "go do my thing" and she realizes that if she tried to have me skip "doing my thing" that it would ultimately end poorly for our relationship.  But she can't wait, so call her when I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-6348469648525549910?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/6348469648525549910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/relationship-mismanagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6348469648525549910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/6348469648525549910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/relationship-mismanagement.html' title='Relationship (mis)Management'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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-674136827570945865.post-7185467373847376763</id><published>2009-02-21T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:09:49.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Frat Bar Game</title><content type='html'>We rolled in around 10:30, and the place was already filling out nicely.  I started doing sexy shoe girl on 3 sets, and noticed that I was falling into these unscripted normal conversations.  Stop that!  So I tell myself the rest of the night it is only the routine stack, and no other conversation.  Which I didn't follow, but I did better at sticking to the stack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version of sexy shoes seems to take way too long in a loud club environment.  A few sets in, and my voice is starting to go downhill.  I seem to yell from my throat instead of projecting my voice from my chest, so I will need to work on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I creeped out a few girls tonight by touching their hair using the Shedding Cat routine.  One girl even pulled her head away like a whip.  Damn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great frame control battle with a really hot girl tonight, which was my favorite set.  I opened with sexy shoes, and she acted offended.  Is that like supposed to be a compliment?  Yeah, so I wouldn't admit it either...  She says she has to go to the bathroom.  I keep talking.  She asks if I'm trying to impress her with these little games?  Oh, you're impressed, thank you.  Eventually, she does leave to go the bathroom, and tells me she will be upstairs later.  I talk to her friend for a few minutes, and she loves my beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned tonight:&lt;br /&gt;Stick to the stack!&lt;br /&gt;Project the voice from the chest&lt;br /&gt;Put the shedding cat routine after some other attract material.  Build some attraction first&lt;br /&gt;High energy and kino is key!  I was low energy and not kino'ing enough so sets just looked for something more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total sets tonight:&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;5 - 9&lt;br /&gt;C&gt;5 - 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674136827570945865-7185467373847376763?l=lanomad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/feeds/7185467373847376763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-night-frat-bar-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7185467373847376763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674136827570945865/posts/default/7185467373847376763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanomad.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-night-frat-bar-game.html' title='Friday Night Frat Bar Game'/><author><name>Nomad</name><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>
