Weekday Online Dating Game

Tuesday night I went out alone but had a girl I was texting from OKC. She gave me her number pretty quickly after we messaged a few times online. There was a chance we would meet up but no plans were set. I wanted to at least go out and be social in case I could invite her to where I was. Earlier in the day I had joked that I was going to a secret strip club and for her to meet me there. She said she’d be with her friend but might be available since her friend tends to flake, so when I got ahold of her later that night:

Her:Are you hanging out at the strip club? 😉
Me:I already got kicked out of that place. They couldn’t handle this! I’m at **** bar now. What neighborhood are you in?
Oh I’m in **** too. **** bar is awesome. I think tonight we are gonna lay low
I’ll be heading out soon. I’d insist you have your friend invite me over but I don’t want to spoil your party 😉
Haha if it was my apartment I’d be down to drink together. We’ll def tip a few back soon
No worries. Take it easy.
You too, mister

I went home after I finished my drinks and got on POF. I noticed a girl that has viewed me before but I never got around to messaging. What the hell, she’s cute, tall, and fit. Artsy, tattoos, pierced – appealing to my rock and roll days of yesteryear. Single mom but I’m not worried. I’ve been there before. She starts up a conversation with me quick and we chat back a forth a couple messages. I mention I’m going to bed and she gives me her number. I text her to make sure she has my number and go to bed.

Wednesday night I text both girls. Girl from POF and I immediately start flirting. She seems fun. I really enjoy a girl that knows how to have a conversation. It’s not long before she invites me over to her house to have drinks with her roommates.

(I’ll continue this story tomorrow)

Meanwhile OKC girl from Tuesday writes me back as I’m having drinks with these new folks.

Her:Yo! It is finally time for a big damn glass of wine. I had so much work I had to take home w me. How was your day?
Excellent! Chilling with friends. A fire in april!
Yeah it got cool out! You are so social. I wish I had it in me during the week. I save myself for the weekend haha

Well look at that. Social proof without even trying that hard. She thinks I’m the life of a party.

After leaving really late from the party I was at I go home.

Tonight I’m just relaxing but decide to see if anyone is up to hangout. POF girl is real chatty and very pleasant (more on that tomorrow) but is busy. OKC girl writes me back:

What’s goin on tonight?
I’m hanging out w my brother tonight. We should get drinks this weekend if you’re down?
I can swing it Saturday night or, if you feel daring, Sunday night.
Good deal. I’m ready to drink whenever you are haha

There we go. She’s asking me out now because she knows my time fills up quickly.

I’m pretty happy with how things are going considering the Wednesday night hangout I got with POF girl.

So tell me, what do you think went well? Went bad? Did I lose my frame anywhere and didn’t realize it?

My thoughts:

1. Be active and don’t just appear to be social, go out and be social.

2. Maybe don’t use too many smiley faces? I tend to cringe at them when I look back and notice I used them.

3. OKC girl has been very enthusiastic but seems like she can’t ever hang during the week. Maybe that’s her game and I need to watch out for that.

4. Keep talking to people, new people. Keep your social skills honed. Make observations of people around you that would make a funny story to include in a text.

5. Don’t spend so much time talking using the website. If she’s enjoying the conversation, move it over to text messages quick. Don’t spend the rest of your night texting her either. Have some funny things to say, tease her, and cut the conversation off or make plans to meet soon. Don’t feed any attention she may be trying to get from you for the sake of herself feeling validated before you’ve even met.

Quotes From Saturday Night or The Thought Processes of a Girl

Quotes from Saturday night:

[mostly in chronological order as I recall. No drugs or alcohol were involved]

“Don’t be offended…and you probably don’t even know this word..you seem very androgynous”

“Don’t you own any white socks?”

“I remind you of someone? I can’t stand that. I like to think I’m incredibly unique.”

“I thought you must be gay.”

“I thought that other guy over there was you before you got here. At least he’s good looking”

“My friend thinks you’re a liar. You don’t have kids.”

“You’re judging me?”

“I’m very blunt with my opinions. If you don’t like that you can leave.”

“I hate cigarettes. People that smoke them disgust me”

“Show me your tongue.”

“I don’t believe a thing about you”

“What’s your last name?”

“Are you on facebook?”

“Why is your profile private?”

“Show me your drivers license”

“Take of your shirt”

“I’m not used to boys not pursuing me”

“You’re bad. You’re trouble”

“Don’t rape me. I was raped when I was nine.”

“I wasn’t raped. I was kidding.”

“I just can’t figure you out.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’re such a whore.”

“How many girls have you slept with? 50? 75? 35?”

“Oh my stupid thoughts.”

“Show me your dick”

“I bet you’ve taken tons of girls to this place”

“Hold on, let me take my fishnets off”

“Everything you say is a lie. You’re married.”

“Take off your clothes.”

Thursday Morning Huddle

So cool. So Instagrammy

“Huddle” is businesspeak invented soley to make the manager who is conducting the “huddle” feel like he’s part of the team.

He isn’t. He’s talked about when he leaves the room and mocked for his faux enthusiasm for his soul crushing job. We all know why we’re here. Meanwhile he’s acting like he’s fulfilling his life mission managing a team of office workers and we all know it’s bullshit.

It’s not surprising that there are still plenty of people who are shocked at the things that lovers say to one another behind closed doors. Some of us are happy to speak disgusting words in public but are shamed for it. The rest of us are happy to let loose our desires upon our mates. The blue pill crowd is shocked and offended though – how offensive it is to talk sexually to a woman!

In response to my post about playfully warming up your SO/Wife for sex later that night yesterday I blew the minds of some pansies on Metafilter

I’m actually a little proud that my tame version of dirty talk would be labeled as a trigger and “NSFW”. I’ve hit a new high!

Not really though. I’ve not written a word not already pushed into space for the world to read that Athol Kay and other Red-Pill anti-white knights have said regarding talking sexually to a girl. I’m breaking ground, but not ground breaking.

I’m also proud of my contribution to the internet wanting to know more about Instagram (a post that’s very popular with search terms, ha!). Bronan the Barbarian may just start sending you vintage filtered dick pics!

Why Do We Need the Church?

Maybe I’m confused or I’m missing the boat on something but there seems to be a divide on the usefulness of the Christian church and it’s affect on society whether positive or negative. I seem to hear those who have a more agnostic stance and then those who seem to believe it’s best to at least have the church because it keeps society running better than those evil atheist communist third-world countries.

I’m torn.

I grew up in an evangelical Christian church. I was taught that true love waits until marriage for sex and that it was my sacrifice of worship to attend church every Sunday.

Seriously, that it was my part of worship by it being a pain in the ass to go to church on Sunday.

I hated church.

I enjoyed the social aspect in Sunday school, on Wednesday nights, pool parties, and generally having something to do because I didn’t know any better but I hated sitting bored as hell for two hours on Sunday.

After moving out of the house and several states away to persue a rockstar lifestyle (which never really happened because I didn’t know game) I started attending an Anglican church and fell in love with the communion service; the ritual, the bread, and the wine. At the time I believed it all to be true and felt more connected spiritually to do something that seemed so different than the feel good pop rock church I grew up in.

Then I stopped going to church about two years ago because I couldn’t take what seemed to be a deliberate stance by the church to ignore the reality of life. There weren’t any real answers to any real problems. Easily today I see that the reason is because of the feminist-ization of the church over the past few decades. Even the very patriarchal churches that some of my extended family attends (see CREC and some PCA churches; they tend to frown on any female leadership and focus on head-of-household church structure) ignore the problems that feminism has brought into the church.

I don’t know that I actually believe all of the magical stuff that hardcore Christians believe. It seems to stupid to take it at 100% and be so proud to be so blindly led.

But I miss the communion service.

I want find somewhere I can dip in for a short service, have the bread and the wine and the old hymns, and maybe dispense some red-pill worldviews among the faithful. I don’t want to talk about how wonderful God is and how powerful prayer is listen to the endless stream of women complaining about being a housewife under the veil of it being a holy struggle. They’re all rationalizing. I’m done with that.

God may be dead but perhaps I’m needed back in the pews to help the open the eyes of the soft pudgy men that don’t realize they are feeling the same way I felt.