Buddah~ SC Post

Dudes, I just got back from New York City. I drove all night to get home and decompress my brain in the quiet hills. Just couldn't wait to crawl into my own bed and relax on Memorial Day. My whole life changed this weekend. Thanks again to RSD.

It wasn't one guy's wise soapbox aphorism, or some blessing conferred upon me from a master, or a magical pill that I swallowed at a meeting of the faithful that makes me say these thank yous. It was the total-picture experience: 5 great speakers, 3 days, all the awesome RSD interns & staff, going out with wings, hitting up the bars and clubs, debriefing afterwards, internalizing the concepts, and most importantly: MEETING GIRLS. Hot ones. Put it all together, and it's the *nail in the coffin* that I needed.

Buddha~ the "Baby PUA" has been born. Baby Buddha. A little 35 year old toddler running around the club and bangin hoes in different area codes.

See, everybody IS always looking for the magic pill that will solve everything. Me included. I admit it. We are socially conditioned to look for the next thing. Yeah, it's flawed thinking but it's inescapable.

So I realized a while back, though: there is no one single pill. Yet there is "therapy", as in the right kind of quality instruction, doled out over a period of time, with lots of time in-between for applying it myself. Emphasize the individual practice times, because you have to use the process of successive approximation, aka GUIDED trial-and-error, to get this game. Only reading about it definitely won't do it. Going to conference alone will not do it. Going out alone with no instruction will not do it in any reasonable time frame. Bootcamp alone won't do it. Winging a master won't in itself fix anything. All of these things put together will help, but most importantly I have to keep getting out on my own. It's the total picture that helped me achieve my desired goal.

My mind is still exploding.

It is abuzz with a Fuck Ton of information, and the mirror neurons are going BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ from seeing and brushing up against the instructors' behaviors and attitudes. It's going to take weeks for things to settle down in there to the point where I can talk coherently about it. Right now I'm like a babbling idiot who just came back from the Oracle's volcanic cave at the top of Mt. Wanahakalugi.

Tim: Super charismatic and real, genuine, fun, engaging, with a simple message of strong sexual intent mixed with the Wooo! state to put the girl and me into a bubble of love. Standing there in the hallways outside the conference room during the break, he's interested in people - he's asking me questions about my life, and wanting to know more about me and what I think... just a real dude. Thanks man, you've changed my life.

Alex: I met Alex a year ago at the Blueprint SC in NYC, and took a boot camp with him. Alex has changed a lot since then. He's grown as a man; you can just appreciate how he's matured like a fine red wine with gorgonzola, on a cloudless crystal clear night on a rooftop bar somewhere in NYC, his banquet of advice displayed upon a table, beckoning me to take a few nibbles and try all this shit out for myself. His message of positive dominance and how to talk to girls in an emotionally-dynamic way was gold. Thanks, Alex.

Nathan: I had never met Nathan before and I was curious what this guy was all about. I'd say, of all the classroom instruction this weekend, Nathan probably helped me out the most with one simple message he had for me. You see, before this weekend, I thought I HAD to have this super-bright nimbus blazing like a 5-alarm fire... or even a super-nimbus but sort of cover it up so it's not so craaaaayyyyzeeeee in the club. No. Both of those are the wrong attitudes. Nathan said the right thing: "Be whom you're meant to be." I am a chill guy. I'm also a fuckin FUNNY guy. But I don't talk talk talk. I deliver one-liners and zingers and lay back in the in-between times. When I talk to people, I'm ok with dead air. I LIKE that space when I talk to people. When I'm Super Nimbus Man, it seems like I have to FILL all that space or I'm not doing my JOB as PUA or some bullshit belief like that. Nope. Nathan got me to give myself permission to just BE that chill social fun guy that I am. No need for extra filler. Be whom I'm meant to be. Nathan, thanks dude. It was a pleasure to meet you.

Ozzie: I hadn't met Ozzie either, and I wanted to know how this older dude could have such phenomenal success. What he said helped me immensely, as well. Physical game. With weak physical escalation, pick-ups go nowhere. Confirmed over and over this weekend was how my physical escalation game needs to be amped up. How I need to be unafraid to kino, and establish that rhythm instantly off the bat. Many many examples given. Broken down, piece by piece. Even a section on Day game and how to calibrate physical escalation there. So much to think about and apply from what Ozzie said. I'm glad I finally got to meet up with the Spaniard. Thanks for the excellent advice, Ozzie. You're a chill guy too and I appreciated getting to know you a bit.

Jeffy: "How soon not now becomes never." That's what Jeffy said when he rolled up to me on the rooftop bar on Saturday night. See, he was instructing a boot camp that night, but he took 5 minutes to come over and talk to me, take my pulse. I was standing there alone. I think he knew things were different with me than a year ago. It was about 11:30 pm. I was chilling alone up on the terrace. I had made a few approaches, winged with Law_NYC some, talked to some girls, talked to some guys. I was definitely in state, but Jeffy must have seen something from a distance: that I was in danger of stalling and sputtering. In a very uncharacteristically gentle way he gave me a push. "What are you DOING up here dude?" He asked. I knew I was choding around too. I gave some bullshit answer. He rolled his eyes back up towards the Empire State Building, brightly lit in the New York sky, "How soon not now becomes never."

"Yeah, you're right dude. Time to take action. It was great seeing you man," I said. I turned heel. Right, and I mean RIGHT in front of me, Toli is engaging a 2-set of 9s. One is looking particularly sparkly that fine evening. Her eyes like clear pools of radiant sexual energy, churning with desire.

I take two steps forward. They are mid-joke, laughing, eyes are on Toli. They are already hooked. They are intrigued. But the set needs something, a little extra push. Oh yeah. ME.

Eyes go to me; I'm smiling. I'm relaxed. "Don't let me interrupt," I say, "I was just drawn here like a moth by the Australian accents." Everyone laughs. Boom. Set blows open. I hear a faint whistle on the wind somewhere off in the city. Toli is into the long-haired vixen to my right, and I'm into the other girl to my left. Modestly hidden large rack, tight ass, long fine legs, cute face. They look like they're both about 25 or so. Australian accents are so fucking hot. I give my girl the laser eyes with a slowly growing smirk, nod my head at her like, "Yes, I know, and you know too, don't you? Yeah, you do."

Claw deployed around her shoulders. Pull her into me . Release. We're smiling. We're talking about who the fuck knows what, because we're in the bubble. I put out my hand, she grabs it and I keylock her around her back with my arm and pull her into me. She's looking up into my eyes, giving me compliments. Asking questions about me, which I am answering honestly, because she's genuinely interested in me and who I am. So I tell her about my life, my dreams, my current projects and successes. I go for the makeout. Denied! She says she's shy and doesn't want to kiss in the club, she's self-conscious.

Jeffy comes up to take pics and says, "Kiss!!!" I go in for the kiss, but she's shy, won't do it for his camera even! Damn!

We keep talking. Game isn't over yet. A few minutes later, I go for the makeout again. Once again denied. Wow, this is strange I say to myself. She really IS shy.

Time to take action.

I turn around, and this other random girl in a very silky smooth dress is standing there. Her hair is framing her face perfectly. She has kind of a chunky butt, but I know what to do. I look her in the eyes and I give her a sincere compliment about how her hair frames her beautiful face so well. We hug and start chatting. My back is to the Australian girl. The new random girl turns to her girlfriend, and I put my arms around her from behind and rock gently. I feel her thighs with my hands, her silky dress feels so nice. She's into the attention. But I release her after a few seconds and go back to my new friend from Oz. She was watching all of that go down, for the previous 60 seconds. My girl explodes onto me. All lips and tongue and smiles and nuzzles. We sit down, her on my lap, and make out a little more and talk and snuggle because it's getting a little chilly up there on the roof. The girls buy a round of drinks for everyone. We gulp them down.

I say to Toli's ear discreetly, "we gotta get these girls out of here." He agrees. We talk a bit more, go downstairs to the couches next to the dance floor. Talk a bit more. It's loud. I sign language to the other three with my fingers walking, as in "let's walk the fuck OUT of here." We take the elevators downstairs & all jump in a cab. I'm riding bitch between the two girls in the back. My girl and I vibe some more and I feel her up a bit under her clothes.

We pull these girls to Toli's place in SoHo and pour drinks and talk. Toli takes his girl in another room. Me and my girl. Alone at last. We leave Toli's at about 3:30; I jump in a cab with the two girls and head out into the night.

I'll be seeing my girl again, because I was planning a trip to see Tom! Perseverance first week of July, and she happens to live in Houston. Texas: America's Outback. Perfect.

"...How soon not now becomes never."

Thanks for the push Jeffy. For some reason, every time you and I are in the same place, crazy epic shit happens. Remember that 2-set of 9's on the lower east side last summer? It happened AGAIN dude. WHy? Why??? Why man, why???? hahahah I am getting a mesh baseball hat with your picture airbrushed on it and I'm wearing it sideways when I pick up chicks. You know, like how old people take a Polaroid snapshot of the Pope on TV and carry it around with them in their wallet for that extra-special blessing when they need a little pick-me up. Expect Jeffywear in the near future. Fuck man, you didn't have to do that for me while you're working. But you did. Thanks dude.

I *am* a natural. I always knew that I was. There were just a few old habits and beliefs stifling it that I had to shed, like old clothes. And as luck would have it, as I walked to my car down 50th street on Sunday evening as I was about to leave the city... I look down at my feet on the sidewalk. Sitting there peering up at me is a shiny little lapel button about an inch in diameter. White lettering on a black background. It looked like it had been stepped on a couple times, people who had passed it by. People who never stopped to notice.

It said, "10".