He opens his mouth, yelling something, I’m straining over the noise to hear him clearly.  It sounds like, *beep beep beep beep*.  He’s beeping?  Why is he beeping?  I’m never coming back here.   Really.   The beeping is annoying as fuck.  And it keeps getting brighter, too.

As I roll over and open my eyes, I’m realizing the beeping coming not from someone’s mouth, but a giant Dell tablet phone thing.  It’s out of my reach too, I’m going to have to make my way over the slender girl body dressed in a tiny leopard print dress to silence it.  Silence it forever.  Fuck, who picks this alarm sound and then sleeps right through it?

The dress has slipped up her legs, past her ass.  Very, very fine ass it is.  Small, round, tan, kind of like most Thai …

There are two things happening in this post.

One, every time I read G-Manifesto, I cringe uncontrollably and want to vomit.  I don’t do it often, but just the other day it was a Twitter link, well disguised, and by the time it forwarded me to his site, it was too late.  Train wreck, must be observed.

He might be a cool guy.  It’s entirely possible.  It’s the writing and advice and style that makes me ill.

Because, really.  You brag about your drug consumption and illegal lifestyle in *every* fucking post?  Meanwhile, you don’t know that we quit referring to MDMA as ‘tabs’ in what, the 80s?  Right. Also, crime is just the small business version of what any government does – but if you brag about home invasions, then you’re not cool.  Dime crime.  The kind of stuff …

Here goes another half assed post about stuff that probably merits some more effort.  Keep in mind, most of everything you find here is just stream-of-consciousness level of quality.  I’m sucky about editing, refining, counter point-ing, whatnot, stuff and stuff.  Just like the design and typography mostly sucks balls, and I never bother to take good pictures, this thing is always hanging on by sort of a thread.

Maybe one day it’ll grow up and be worthy of sumfkin.  Eh?

So, my current mini thought on the ‘how-to’ part of the previous post, which suggested that one *should* be giving the bone to the sexy teenage pussy.

Of course there can’t be a really good how-to of something like this.  Not from me, at least.  But there are some obvious things, applicable to many other things, that I feel …

Game is an externalized method to discover yourself.  It’s indispensable to flush out personality deficiencies, neuroses, insecurities, laziness, lacking self maintenance routines (gym, apparel, etc.).  Feedback from the opposite sex is the most accurate indicator and greatest motivator to work ON YOURSELF.

To that end, I strongly suggest - if you can’t pick up teenage girls anymore, and you have lots of reasons (aka. lame excuses) for why you like ‘more mature’ girls, then … you’re getting *old*.

Getting old is one step away from being irrelevant.

The slide must be stopped, at all costs.  Over the last few months I’ve been practice banging some chicks in their early 20s, all the way down to 18, and stuff and everything that’s legal.   I had to catch myself, from my own dangerous lies to my own deluded self.  Yea, a 28 year old …

I’m not trying to set up an endless parade of chicks in my bed.  This isn’t a game about quantity.  Actually, I get a little weirded out by mself when the body-count-per-month gets too high.  Just not my thing.

What I *do* want, is an endless parade of super hot, funny, rich family girls in my bed.  Heh.

It’s the same old story of humanity.  Stuff’s just never good enough.  First I quit hanging out with bar girls.  Then I stopped with the darker skinned ones.  After that I got iffy about non-Thai chicks.  Then it turned into an age game.  And still I’m looking around, and it’s just not an endless stream of Victoria’s Secret model types.  I know.  Sounds retarded.  But how many 8′s can you bang before you get entirely bored?

There are no 9s and up …

I’ve been spending some time in the foreigner parts of town lately.  Also, with some of the younger girls still getting their player chops.  Bangkok, there’s a good reason for all those “one night in Bangkok” songs and “Bangkok has him now” quotes in movies.

I can’t quite get myself to leave this city because of that exact rawness of it.

Many Western countries are really safe.  Food safety, legal system, traffic rules.  Girls all part of a similar economic strata.  It’s really a very simple existence, in those places.  I’ve managed to drift into the underbelly there also, but it’s a smaller part of the overall picture.

Here, it’s all temptation, it’s all eat or be eaten.  At least that level is much closer than it is elsewhere.

I was talking to a roundeye with a young girl.  Same …

I’m having a tough time sometimes with Thai girl game.

Thing is, the whole culture is based on ‘saving face’.  It’s an odd concept really, one thing to read about it, a whole different thing to adjust your whole emotional attitude properly.  It’s really not easy at all.

I’ve always been a bit reactive and sometimes it’s ok to just blow the fuck up.  Here though, any sort of emotional display, even if it’s just a bit of being passive aggressive (lame anyway), or walking out of a situation, or any jealousy, or really anything other than just not giving a fuck is a total turn-off to a Thai girl.

They complain a lot about how Thai guys are players, but I think that’s part of what breeds the mindset.  A serious player isn’t going to get ruffled by a …

This guy.   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySMVtRmQl1Y&feature=channel&list=UL…

I’m giving away too much good shit.  It’s really only for the five awesome people who comment and send me cool shit.  The rest of ya’ll lurkers, whatever.  Contribute sumfkin!

Here’s something I think is super valuable to emotional connection with a girl.

We’ll take a small step back.  What’s in a name?  A name is like a brand.  It triggers all sorts of memories, personal identity, a whole host of things happen when you refer to some girl by the name her parents gave her.  Your opportunity to connect and remind her of your space in her mind is ever present by using her name – but not if you use one given to her by somebody else.  Therefore, I generally don’t ever use a girl’s given name when I talk to her.

I’m serious about this.  Currently I …

To make up for the uneventful update to Why Girls Fail, here’s a good phone game nugget for ya.

I can’t really account for how this plays out with various messaging platforms and in different countries, but along with my local dating site game, I’ve more or less awesomized the follow up fishing expedition to online dating.  It’s all about letting them come to you, and leveraging technology to your advantage.

I’m using Whatsapp, the free SMS-like platform that is super popular in Thailand.

Every time I do this, I get a few hang out requests from girls, random party invites, dinner, whatever.  Main thing is to respect the female brain (or lack thereof), and communicate accordingly.  Here is an example:

So, obviously you don’t want to overdo anything, I just send pictures here and there.  But here’s …