Yearly goals and a 30 days challenge

It’s my 28th birthday.

My yearly goals:

1. Developing my company. The company should get to a point where it has one product launched and it should have an investor.

2. Growing spiritually. I should have very high self esteem and self respect. I should give value to all those around me including family, friends and women. I should feel I am giving my gift to the world and that I am sure that it’s the gift I want to give.

3. Getting my love life into order. I should feel good about my love life, not only about my sex life.

4. Getting a steady income with out harming my company. I should have a way to pay the rent and monthly expenses.

5. Have a great year that I’ll remember for ever. I should look back at the past year and think: I have lived with passion this year and I turned every situation into fun, this year was an adventure.

30 days challenge:

This challenge is coming after a no weed 30 days challenge and after eating sweets every day for the past year(s).

1. No sweets for a month. Not cake nor chocolate.

2. One hour exercise a day. It can be push-ups, sit-ups or cycling but it has to last at least an hour.

The big bang theory and I

Hey all,

Just started watching The big bang theory (Yes, I am late, I know!) and I found some rather disturbing similarities between me and some of the main characters. Here is the list so far, I am sure it will grow with time:

1. I own a Darth Vadar shape shampoo (SE01EP01)

2. I used to own a Canon A80 camera (SE01EP04)

3. I marked a girl’s period on a calendar for future reference (SE01EP04) so did Abed on community (The bottle episode)

4. I collected comic books

5. I had a clothes folding device. I made it my self. (SE02EP01)

Night out with the gang

I was out the other night with my army team. We got together for a beer in Tel-Aviv. While with them I couldn’t help but thinking about Entourage, when we walked down the street or sat and laughed, the subjects were about the same and so are the jokes 🙂

I took the train to get there from my home town, while waiting for it a girl sat next to me on a bench. She was cute, wearing a summer dress, I was going to talk to her but I couldn’t. My heart missed a bit. I was feeling the fear, some thing I didn’t feel for a long time, I didn’t understand what’s wrong, I knew just what I have to do but I didn’t. The train got there and I didn’t even sit near her, avoiding the situation all together.

When I got there one of the guys said he knows the oner of some hot shot bar, we got there and we were on the list. The hostess was amazing, perfect smile with a thin body and D cup firm breasts. We sat for a beer while waiting for the other guy to come, the friend I was with got an idea: he told the hostess not to let our friend in when he get there, just tell him he is not on the list and she can’t let him in. She played along. The guy waved and yelled our names, we ignored, then she cracked and laughed and got him in with us. It worked like a charm: we totally befriended her. She said she is so sorry to the guy “but they made me do it..” and during her shift she came over to ask how we are and have some laughs. Since I was sitting bit far and the music was really loud, since my friend talked to her and the other friend was the one to fall for it, I was totally not the AMOG at that moment. Couldn’t game her well no matter how I played it.

Still I believe this can be a great routine for clicking with the hostess. Even the guy that’s being “fooled” is cool, since she’ll say she is sorry later and he can offer stuff like “lets hug it out” and she’ll be extra friendly later. Will try this more when I get the chance.

The rest of the night was just with the guys, we had lots of fun but just us.

A girl is coming over tomorrow and for some reason I can’t really sleep. I have tons of work to do, tons, and I don’t really do it. I think I have a major fear of failing for some reason with out any logic behind it.

Meditate on this I will.

P.S

Finally finished “The Game”, a must read book for every man and woman. I enjoyed it a lot.

I am now officially recruiting girls for porn, will give 50% for girls you’ll bring

Yup. It’s not my main job but it’s going down. I recruit girls for porn.

Greatest pick-up artists from around the world: I will give you 50% of my commission for a girl you’ll bring. We will pay for her plane ticket and for her stay here. You can privet msg me any time about this.

We are looking for two type of girls here:

1. Huge natural breasts and thin.
2. Petite teenage looking, but must be over 18 of age, even tho she looks 16.

I got this threw a friend that works on photoshop, she takes off zits and make the girls way better looking then they really are. She told her boss about me and her boss offered to meet with me. I said Yes and BOOM.

I had some leads but didn’t close a any deal yet.

Fingering her in the car then facing rejection

This girl was a blond curly blue eyed slim looking one. She was cute, dressed a bit slutty with white pale skin.

We met online and after a while of great phone and text game we went on a date. The IOI’s (Indicators Of Interest) were all over the place, she placed all her cards on the table. We sat in a corner table when no one can really see us, after some flirting and talking I kissed closed and from that moment on she was all over me. Making out in the pub. At some point I said: “Wanna get out of here?” The answer was: “Hell yea”.

When we got out of there we walked to her car, making out a bit on the way, when we got to the car we made out some more, she said things like “I want you”, “I am so happy I met you”, “I love the way you touch me” and so on. I fingered her. We got to my place and she wouldn’t come up, I was thinking that I shouldn’t push, this is a fuck close for sure next time… so I said good night.

When she got home she texted me: “good night dear 😉 I had a great great great time, sweet dreams!” I reply: “Thanks! this sweet dreams could have been much better with you in my arms ;)”

Next day when we talk I feel some thing is wrong, I ask about it and I get the reply: “We shouldn’t see each other any more, you are leaving town in a month and also very sexual and it made me feel uncomfortable, also the text u sent about me being in your arms..” I felt like there is some thing she’s not telling me, besides… who cares about what will happen in a month after the first date… when I asked she said: “The reasons don’t matter”. I said ok… lets be friends then.

A few days passed and yesterday I write her on facebook, we chat for just a bit and then I ask: “I think about the great date we had and smile some times, is it just me? :)” she reply: “Nope 🙂 I had wonderful time with you sweetie” we say good night and in the morning I find this msg: “Heyyy, I forgot to wish you a nice travel and enjoy ur weekend!” I reply: “Thanks! I know u’ll miss me like crazy but don’t worry, I’ll be back by Sunday ;)”

I sent her a good morning text to which I got no reply, I saw her online on facebook, said “Hey” there was no reply, I called and then not only that there was no reply: she hung up on me. That’s the point where I let go.

I don’t feel bad about it, as an artist I should face rejection some times and know how to deal with it. Would have been much more easy if I could understand it as well. Every thing seemed to go smooth. Go figure.

I have a few dates already set to this weekend, I am sure it will boost my ego right back.

I’ve done it all, slept with 3 girls in 36 hours. had a threesome.. It’s time for other things…

Feb 25th, 2010:

Hey all,

This week I’ve had my first threesome with two girls, I have to say it felt great. I felt like I have all the power in the world. They both had lots of fun and enjoyed. We’ve done any thing, I felt like it may never happen again… so we’ve done every thing. EVERY THING. for two hours.

I’ve slept with 3 girls in 36 hours, I could do 4 in 48 hours but just didn’t have the energy any more. I am the only guy in real life that I know that done such things. My male friends are calling me to go out with them as a wing man. My life has changed.

I feel better about my self, I feel better about my life. I feel happy. I want to take this… all of it… and focus on my other life aspects.

I am starting to work out, at least once a day. Eat better. Focus on uni and work and not just sit at home watch comedy all day. I want to make better of my self and of my life in every aspect. I wanna be the best in every thing I do.

Just wanted to shout it out.

Tired of the mask

Jan 30th, 2010:

First of all, I haven’t posted for a while, so to make a long story short – fell inlove with a girl, she fell inlove as well. She moved to Italy to start med school, while I stay in Israel where my life is, and life sucks.

And so it went on and off, long distance doesn’t work as we all know, even tho she comes here for long vacations each time – It’s all over with. So it seems…

Spent a large part of the last 4 months on making my game better.

Anyhow…

I’ve been with lots of girls lately.. my level at this game is moving up fast.. and every time I feel the same feeling. I get it after wild sex, after hot dates, after a girl falls inlove with me and want me like a mad woman. I got it last night, while a 22 year old with the most beautiful most sexy body I’ve touched was sleeping in a Victoria’s secret lingerie besides me:

I am tired of being this person, I am tired of this game, I am tired of the fact I can get women… I am tired of my alter ego, tired of being “The Mask”… I just want to be me and let the girl like me for who I am… I want to be “real”. Be my self.

So some times I play a game with my self, I let the mask down, I become me… I say what ever I want when ever I want and I am direct about it- it doesn’t work. I work in marketing, letting go of the game is like selling Ford with this slogan: “It’s a good car for that price, buy it” … It just doesn’t work.

now that the mask works, now that I can really get 3-4 dates a week, now that I can get laid when ever I want… I guess the only way is to work on the man behind the mask, become the alter ego – and let the needy chode die in peace.

Inner game, here I come.