Now is the winter of my discontent.
Longish time readers know I hate PUA lingo.
But sometimes, a very few times....some of the jargon proves apt.
I've been out sarging. Putting in work.
Grinding.
Probably approached 6 girls if not more in the past couple of nights.
Don't think I've struck out/been blown out this many times in a row in honestly I don't know how long.
This being a man business proves daunting at times.
Prior to the most recent hook-up, the last 2 girls I slept with were both while out of town.
Figures.
I have only my willingness to press forward hungry like the wolf.
Looking for my car this morning a cute, tall, stylish blonde talked to me in the parking lot of an apartment complex I vaguely recognized from the last time I was there and hooked up with a girl.
I got in my car, and drove home listening to the silence.
I'm reminded of Frost and Fitzgerald:
"Miles to go before I sleep."
&
"Eleanor was, say, the last time that evil crept close to Amory under the mask of beauty, the last weird mystery that held him with wild fascination and pounded his soul to flakes."
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