<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:58:43.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vector's Adventures in PU</title><subtitle type='html'>Vector's thoughts on pickup, self-improvement, and related topics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-5694600331299187936</id><published>2008-12-18T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:28:05.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reductionism and Holism</title><content type='html'>I believe that the male brain is naturally more reductionistic, attempting to understand things by breaking them into pieces and understanding the pieces. And ascribing rules to describe and control the world around them. Like in physics or chemistry, understanding the smaller elements in order to gain insight and influence on the larger systems. The part teaches about the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female brain on the other hand is more holistic, tending to use the wider context to give meaning to the smaller pieces. For example, the particular words you say are much less important than the context of the interaction. In fact, it's the context and tonality that gives the majority of the meaning to the particular words. The whole teaches about the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different domains are not equally well suited to reductionistic vs. holistic styles of thinking. Some domains are all about analysis and dividing. Other domains are better suited to synthesis and merging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is that interpersonal things, including (especially) male-female interactions is I think very well suited to a holistic understanding, where she "just knows" this or that (or thinks she does). But a lot of it just doesn't fit with the male brain, specifically with male styles of learning or of knowledge. But you have to seek understanding with the brain you have. The Game is an attempt to force the soft, non-logical, holistic information into a hard, logical, reductionistic framework. And it succeeds to some extent, but at times it can get frustratingly vague and touchy-feely. The occasional vagueness is not a weakness exactly, but a symptom of the underlying phenomenon being described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, no understanding was required. Prevailing culture dictated that women should get married, and women were essentially transferred from being subordinate to their fathers to being subordinate to their husbands. Income patterns reinforced it. It was unfortunate, but it did mean that in courtship men did not have to understand social dynamics to any real depth, which is convenient because the male brain is less suited for it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are clearly different now, and understanding social dynamics is not an optional bonus skill for men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-5694600331299187936?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5694600331299187936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=5694600331299187936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/5694600331299187936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/5694600331299187936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/12/reductionism-and-holism.html' title='Reductionism and Holism'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-4762704890143260768</id><published>2008-12-17T17:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:31:47.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Selected forum posts</title><content type='html'>I decided sometimes when I have a particularly "good" post on the Dallas Lair forums, I'll also put it up here.  Since I'm not taking the time to write for the blog, I can reuse my other commentary here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-4762704890143260768?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4762704890143260768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=4762704890143260768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/4762704890143260768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/4762704890143260768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/12/selected-forum-posts.html' title='Selected forum posts'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-3170187254939470196</id><published>2008-11-18T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:26:36.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years</title><content type='html'>Exactly two years ago, the weekend of November 17-19 2006, I drove to Austin to take a bootcamp with Sinn. My bootcamp, and my involvement with the community more broadly, has made a big difference in my life, and lately I have been thinking about where I have been, and where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I found the community&lt;br /&gt;* I had no options with women, and very few sexual encounters.&lt;br /&gt;* I felt the world was unfair, that it was stacked against men, because in my experience, the men were always offering, and the women were always choosing, meaning that women held all the sexual power.&lt;br /&gt;* I had few friends outside of work, and my overall lifestyle was not very social.&lt;br /&gt;* My image of how courtship should work was roughly in alignment with the hollywood image.&lt;br /&gt;* I felt I had the qualities women "should" want, and therefore I did not need to do anything differently. If they failed to see how much I had to offer, that's their tragedy, not mine. I felt that in some moral righteous sense I shouldn't have to do or be anything other than what I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my bootcamp and my experiences shortly thereafter, I experienced a major reframe and conditions improved for me dramatically. (I don't think bootcamps are for everyone, but for me it got me started on a big change.)&lt;br /&gt;* I had female friends, some I was sexual with, and some I was not.&lt;br /&gt;* I had options sexually, and I knew I could get more.&lt;br /&gt;* While I previously thought the world was unfair, I now understood the world was asymmetric, but not unfair. In fact there are major advantages to being a man, among them the fact that attractiveness is largely non-physical, meaning it can be improved. Women are largely stuck with whatever attractiveness they're born with.&lt;br /&gt;* I grew to have friends outside of work and be more social generally.&lt;br /&gt;* I learned the hollywood image of courtship was bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;* I learned the distinction between what women "should" want, what they say they want, and what they do want. Men and women think in very different ways, and the way I had projected from my own psychology what women "should" want was grossly unrealistic. It is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was an entirely new (and better) life, which has been getting better and better over the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really wanted, even from the beginning, I have not yet found. And I'm starting to think that doing more of what I've been doing, even if I were to get more and more skilled, and incrementally happier, might not get me to my goal, which is to find the woman who is so exceptional that I can stop looking. Who delights not only body (the easy part), but also mind, and if I may, soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming such a person exists (and I believe she does), wouldn't I inevitably find her by gaming more and better? If not, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my thinking. Both venue and behavior (game) act to filter the options. I've been gaming almost exclusively in bars. And not coincidentally, the techniques I learned are geared toward typical women found in bars. What if I got extremely good at gaming the typical woman found in a bar? Sure, I might get laid a lot. But if the woman I truly want is not that type, then I will encounter her only rarely, and my ordinarily successful behaviors might be horrible for winning her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking a step back and considering the broader picture. More women from bars may not help me. What do I really find fulfilling? Where would I find such a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that women who are highly socialized, who partied a lot in high school, and who go to bars a lot, develop a princess complex in direct relation to their physical attractiveness. Moreso if that's all they have. The world teaches them they don't have to be especially smart, and they know they can treat men poorly and get away with it, in the sense that it won't cause most men to stop trying to get in their pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast with a hypothetical "non-bar" type who is equally attractive physically, but who stays home and reads, instead of going out. She might be much more genuine, and more interested in establishing a real connection. Perhaps she can better appreciate some of the qualities I have, and treats men better in general. Perhaps she is also smarter and therefore better at keeping an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-bar woman may be a businesswoman, nurse, writer, teacher, engineer, or many other categories, but she is probably not a waitress, bartender, model, or stripper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I suspect winning over the non-bar type might be the least influenced by "game" and most influenced by character, which can be changed over time, but can't really be faked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The party-girl vs. non-bar girl is an extreme simplification, if not pure delusion, but I think the concept is useful in helping me clarify what I want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I feel like I've had a diversion. Like if my goal were to be a tennis champion but I had been training for a marathon. The experience is good in general, and indirectly helpful to the specific goal, but it won't get me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's funny how things work out sometimes, because without the techniques and women pulled from bars, I probably wouldn't have gotten much closer to figuring out what I ultimately want. Even knowing what I know now, I'd do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for the future? While my perspective on my personal long term goals is changing somewhat, some things are NOT changing: I still enjoy meeting the guys, and helping when I can. Of course I like my friends just as much as before. And I am no less interested in meeting new women for the shorter term, even in bars. This mental reframe might even make me more motivated in bar settings. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think this change in perspective just means that over the next weeks and months I'll be diversifying into other means of meeting women in addition to the cold approach. It should be interesting. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-3170187254939470196?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3170187254939470196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=3170187254939470196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/3170187254939470196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/3170187254939470196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-years.html' title='Two Years'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-7786656776727286288</id><published>2008-11-07T06:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:25:47.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrinsic Traits, Positive Thinking and Being Delusional</title><content type='html'>(Elaborated &lt;a href="http://www.dallaslair.org/"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt; post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some guys (I may or may not be one of them), who need to have more good real qualities in order to gain, and especially to keep the level of woman they desire.  Do you excite women with your passion and your brilliant future? Do you have the depth of thought and background to stimulate a smart woman? Are you attractive physically? Can you make her feel feminine and sexy? Can you provide for her financially as well as her other options? Can you blow her away in the sack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community is partly about marketing, but also about improving the quality of the product. The quality of the product matters, the marketing just earns you the opportunity for an introduction. For long term I would say the quality of the product is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; thing that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community is largely based around the idea that any guy can get any woman if he just does the right things which I believe is misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that just about any bag of traits, sufficiently polished, can pick up someone in a bar and get laid.  Maybe even consistently.  But there's a world of difference between that and the claim that any bag of traits, when sufficiently polished, can win over any woman.  The good news is that with work, some of the intrinsic traits can be changed over time.  Over time, any woman may be reachable, but at a given point in time, there will always be some women who are simply out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this contradict the idea that you should believe in yourself 100%?  To have self-confidence, which is massively attractive, shouldn't you reject the negative energy of the nay-sayers and haters, and stay on the positive message that any woman would be absolutely privileged to be with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big difference between telling yourself you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; the most awesome man on the planet, vs. telling yourself you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already are&lt;/span&gt;. One way motivates you to improve, and the other kills that motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's &lt;em class="bbcode italic"&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; to believe that you're the baddest motherfucker on the planet, in some contexts. But if it stops you from realistically assessing what good qualities you have and what needs improvement, then it's hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't dwell on the negative, and make sure to push the boundaries of what is possible, rather than sitting believing "I can't."  But don't let the positive thinking stop you from being realistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-7786656776727286288?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7786656776727286288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=7786656776727286288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7786656776727286288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7786656776727286288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/11/intrinsic-traits-positive-thinking-and.html' title='Intrinsic Traits, Positive Thinking and Being Delusional'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-7576004977762137017</id><published>2008-04-26T04:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:47:37.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mojo Lair Drama Regarding DallasPUA</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, Mojo (creator of the DallasPUA website) and I have had a falling out.  The short version is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A guy named Mojo was expelled from the Dallas Seduction Lair, and he creates DallasPUA.com.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mojo created an organization called the IC, and selected me as the new president.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mojo leaves to travel the world, leaving the IC (primarily me) in charge of the lair and website.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mojo removes my admin privileges and decides that while I am "lair leader" he owns the website.&lt;br /&gt;5. I, along with the rest of the IC, and with the support of the members, create &lt;a href="http://www.dallaslair.org/"&gt;DallasLair.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long version of the story is &lt;a href="http://www.dallaslair.org/request.php?1"&gt;here: (PDF)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer affiliated with dallaspua.com, but the group and the people are the same, just now we're at &lt;a href="http://www.dallaslair.org/"&gt;The Dallas Lair&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-7576004977762137017?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7576004977762137017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=7576004977762137017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7576004977762137017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7576004977762137017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/04/mojo-lair-drama-regarding-dallaspua.html' title='Mojo Lair Drama Regarding DallasPUA'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-6996493380543222750</id><published>2008-04-08T19:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:58:51.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Up</title><content type='html'>Here is a problem I have been hearing men having lately: they get into this dynamic where the woman isn't contributing anything, and while she is participating, she is forcing him to do all the work in the conversation.  It ends up being very one-sided and eventually the man gets sick of it (and isn't getting anywhere anyway), and he just gives up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stereotypical form is the dreaded question-loop:&lt;br /&gt;PUA: Are you from here?&lt;br /&gt;HB: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;PUA: Cool, me too..&lt;br /&gt;PUA: ... so what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;HB: I'm in retail.&lt;br /&gt;PUA: Do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;HB: It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;PUA: Um.. so do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;HB: No&lt;br /&gt;PUA: I gotta go find my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that the man is providing the topic, but asking the woman to provide all the content.  The man is not offering up anything personal, but is asking the woman to give personal information.  The woman sabotages the conversation (deliberately or subconsciously) by giving one-word answers, so as to end the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that you need to open up first.  Divulge something interesting and somewhat personal, such as your own opinion or philosophy on something.  It doesn't have to be deep, but it does have to be something about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is supposed to be a no-no, because it's a pretty boring subject, but if you make it personal, it can be good.  "You know, when it gets like this it reminds me... you know the thing that I like about the rain is that it feels like home.  That feeling right before it's about to rain... you know, that smell..  I sorta miss it because ever since I moved to Texas, I don't really experience it very often."  This is not really about the weather at all.  It's about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when they see you're able to open up, they will feel comfortable talking about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about yourself (first).  Talk about your feelings and opinions and outlook and what makes you tick.  Avoid talking about facts that don't convey character, such as what school you went to or what car you drive or what profession you're in, unless you can relate it to your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ask open ended questions (second).  Don't ask her to open up more than you have opened up already.  If you've taken the initiative, then it is perfectly fair to expect her to respond in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid talking about third-person stuff.  Not that it works against you, but it doesn't help to establish a connection between the two of you.  The blue whale is the largest animal to ever live, and you may have thousands of very interesting third-person facts that can keep her entertained for quite a while.  But it demonstrates only that you are knowledgeable and very little about who you are.  So I find it to be a waste of time in terms of establishing a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of this stuff is paraphrased from stuff that Juggler teaches.  I highly recommend his materials for general conversation skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-6996493380543222750?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6996493380543222750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=6996493380543222750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/6996493380543222750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/6996493380543222750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/04/opening-up.html' title='Opening Up'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-1946072909988641244</id><published>2008-04-08T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:47:37.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistics</title><content type='html'>I'm torn as to whether to post updated statistics on here, because I want to publish it, but for regular readers or subscribers it's not very informative or interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've added a section on the left, which I'll update occasionally.  I'll include not only the total count, but also list the past few outings and who I was with.  I might not include the venue because I don't want the venues to get over-crowded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-1946072909988641244?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1946072909988641244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=1946072909988641244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/1946072909988641244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/1946072909988641244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/04/statistics.html' title='Statistics'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-2843995907863755302</id><published>2008-04-04T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:39:17.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural?</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me know that I am pretty particular when it comes to words and terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bugs the hell out of me when people talk about teaching Natural game.  Because 'Natural' describes not a style of game, but rather how a person comes to learn to be good at game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Natural arrives at it through experiences in childhood and adolescence and perhaps some through talking to friends and maybe even a little reading about dating.  But the Natural primarily comes to it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;via the community or being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To teach Natural Game is an oxymoron.  Natural Game is not taught, by definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor does it really make sense for "Natural game" to mean "the style of game that Naturals have" because Naturals have lots of different styles.  Some are flashy with money and symbols, some are physically built or socially dominant, and some lie through their teeth and make promises they never intend to keep.  Plenty of Naturals are assholes that nobody wants to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people wish they were Naturals.  It's to be expected.  I think the reason is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;.  A Natural doesn't have to suffer the embarassment of looking outside for help in dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural game is not a bad thing try to sell.  If you're selling Natural game, then everything else must be unnatural.  And even though I'm following the instructions from an expert to do things I don't normally do, Natural game should feel natural to me.  And we all know (and envy) how everything is effortless and magical with true Naturals.  I'd love to awaken the inner Natural in me, because I want it to be effortless with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.  Just goes to show if you choose words carefully you can own the frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-2843995907863755302?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2843995907863755302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=2843995907863755302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2843995907863755302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2843995907863755302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-people-read-this.html' title='Natural?'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-8970201268632156316</id><published>2008-04-04T02:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:51:48.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Statistics</title><content type='html'>A while ago someone called me a KJ.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping a log since September 21, 2007.  Since I have a GF, I can't exactly sarge and push sets, but I still record when I go out to a bar or club to be social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out 89 out of the last 196 nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-8970201268632156316?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8970201268632156316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=8970201268632156316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/8970201268632156316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/8970201268632156316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-statistics.html' title='Update on Statistics'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-8024420515680820648</id><published>2008-04-04T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:39:56.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people read this!</title><content type='html'>It has recently come to my attention that some people read this blog.  Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, lately I have been occasionally feeling like saying something about a particular company or pickup-related website, but I feel awkward posting it on DallasPUA because it's supposed to be plug-free. Even if it's something I truly like, and I'm not getting any kickback or benefit in any way, I don't want to be mistaken for marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a blog is a reasonable place for it to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a website I was introduced to just a few days ago, thanks to &lt;a href="http://twitchypua.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twitchy&lt;/a&gt;:  It's called X &amp;amp; Y Communications, and the website is at http://www.deservewhatyouwant.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they have a blog and email newsletter, and they sell e-books (I haven't bought any). Same old business model. But I really like their advice. I signed up for their e-mail newsletter and it's WAY higher quality than any of the other dating-related newsletters I subscribe to. But don't take my word for it. Go and read their last few blog posts and you'll get what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-8024420515680820648?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8024420515680820648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=8024420515680820648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/8024420515680820648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/8024420515680820648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2008/04/natural.html' title='Some people read this!'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-7546966573570609645</id><published>2007-10-21T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T12:43:20.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Since I started keeping track, I've been out 21 out of the last 30 days.  Which is basically 50% of weekdays and all the time on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets pretty exhausting and I am re-thinking whether I want to keep going out as much as possible.  Right now I am really dragging because I went to an after-hours place and got only a little sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe after a good night's sleep my attitude will be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-7546966573570609645?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7546966573570609645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=7546966573570609645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7546966573570609645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7546966573570609645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-1019501150560705242</id><published>2007-10-18T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:12:15.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Queen</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060556579?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=vecsadvinpu-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0060556579"&gt;The Red Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=vecsadvinpu-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0060556579" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;, and I have to give it a thumbs up.  I was pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I was surprised is that I generally find very shallow reasoning on the part of evolutionary biologists.  For example, I feel a lot of Mystery's "Survival Value" and "Replication Value" stuff is crap.  For most evolutionary biology stuff I hear, I am turned off by what I see as general tendency to do backward science, starting with the conclusion (e.g. men are bigger than women on average) and making unprovable conjectures (it must be because they fight more) as to the cause.  In logic this is the fallacy of affirming the consequent: B is true, and A implies B, therefore A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, The Red Queen avoids these types of questionable explanations.  Many examples are taken from the animal kingdom, where strong patterns are irrefutably at work.  The connection from that to human behavior is still an area of speculation and conjecture, but the reasoning is well thought-out and holds together pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple areas where the reasoning is still rather thin, but in those areas the author describes multiple competing theories for what forces are at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the book does not have very specific relevance to pickup.  It is certainly interesting and I got value out of reading it, but its value is not because it is practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-1019501150560705242?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1019501150560705242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=1019501150560705242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/1019501150560705242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/1019501150560705242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/red-queen.html' title='The Red Queen'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-2834016558594675080</id><published>2007-10-08T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T11:05:58.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Out</title><content type='html'>I've gone out 13 of the last 17 nights.  Not all of them were for the purpose of cold-approach pickup.  But simply getting out of the house and being social counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-2834016558594675080?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2834016558594675080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=2834016558594675080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2834016558594675080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2834016558594675080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/been-out.html' title='Been Out'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-5502317771858844619</id><published>2007-10-07T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:05:22.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling Down Eventually</title><content type='html'>This is a response to Finch's comment on an &lt;a href="http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/09/complacent.html"&gt;earlier post&lt;/a&gt; of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the short answer: as far as me personally, I fully believe I will settle down eventually, and be happy to do so.  Gaming is not a permanent solution for me and I'll get to why in a bit.  But first let me share a little background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my first girlfriend (the woman to whom I lost my virginity) for two years.  She wanted to marry me.  I was faced with a problem, which was that I didn't know what else was out there and knew I would always wonder.  I could never know whether I had made the right choice, or if I had just gone with what was convenient.  With a sample size of one, I didn't even know whether she was better than average.   We were good together but not "perfect" and she kept telling me that being like that was "normal" and that any relationship would have that.   She told me our relationship was really amazingly unusual and awesome.  I couldn't take her word for it and I had to break up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the game as helping me in two long-term ways.  First, by building skill, it increases the options I have, and it increases the likelihood that when i find a super awesome woman, that I'll be able to attract her and at least have a fair chance of winning her.  The other way the game helps me is that through the experience of being with different women, it helps clarify what it is I really want.  I think I have a pretty good idea, but actually seeing it and feeling it makes me more sure.  I will be in a better position to confidently make the leap when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game also has short-term positive aspects too.  There is a certain "fun" aspect to having a lot of variety, and a bit of an ego boost as well.  Perhaps for some it is addictive.  In my case I am pretty sure I'm not addicted because I'm having to make a conscious effort to keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are advantages to settling down and being serious and even married.   These are things that perpetual gaming can never give me.  I can get a much deeper understanding of the one I'm with.  We can have kids.  We can travel all over the world together.  It's a lot easier to invest time and energy, knowing she will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the right woman I would happily give up the game for these things.  But I won't be able to win the right woman without more game, and without knowing what's out there I won't be comfortable in the knowledge that I have the right woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectation is that I'll be at it for another year or perhaps two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-5502317771858844619?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5502317771858844619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=5502317771858844619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/5502317771858844619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/5502317771858844619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/settling-down-eventually.html' title='Settling Down Eventually'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-139491833656357053</id><published>2007-10-04T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:15:21.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-vacation</title><content type='html'>Tuesday went out.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday didn't go out.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (tonight) not going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes 10 out of the last 14 days.  I'll be hitting it this weekend for sure though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-139491833656357053?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/139491833656357053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=139491833656357053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/139491833656357053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/139491833656357053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/mini-vacation.html' title='Mini-vacation'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-5968444334517518579</id><published>2007-10-02T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:13:55.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Out Enough?</title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday.  Monday I didn't go out, but I went out Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Thursday, Wednesday, and Tuesday of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I met a girl with whom I tried to set something up Friday.  I saw her but she was with friends and couldn't be extracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went out alone and ran into a couple other PUA acquaintances.  Had some good rapport with one woman but it didn't get anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I didn't intend to sarge.  I was just going to chill at a bar with one of my regular girls.  She showed up late though, and in the mean time I had started talking to (and gotten the number of) a girl I had met (barely) once before.  We later made plans for Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went out with a few friends.  Talked to plenty of women, including Tuesday girl, and had good vibe and rapport, but no real sexual traction or interest.  On the way home I called one girl who I had never closed, but who has wanted me for a while.  Closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I took out the girl from Thursday to two birthday parties.  One was for one of my friends.  The other was for one of her friends.  Closed her that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday went out with a wing, who opened a mixed 2-set.  We bounced them downtown, and her attraction and BT hit the roof.  She said she would happily ditch the guy she came with for me, but she drove and she feels she can't abandon him.  She was equally or even more attracted to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday took a break.  Before class I did have a couple drinks with a girl who is in one of my classes.  I had very solid rapport and I figured it was time to start turning it sexual/flirty.  Not counting it as "going out" since I didn't do any bar or club cold approach.  Monday night regular girl came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been out for 9 out of the last 11 days.  That's decent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-5968444334517518579?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5968444334517518579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=5968444334517518579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/5968444334517518579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/5968444334517518579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-out-enough.html' title='Going Out Enough?'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-3213728095447976784</id><published>2007-09-26T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:57:58.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Hit On You</title><content type='html'>I have been working on this opener for a few weeks now.  By working on, I mean practicing, and coming up with phrases to include.  I ran it a few times last Friday, and so far it hasn't failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to use it in situations where there is an inherent situational time constraint.  For example, "The band is between sets, so while it's possible to talk, I'm going to..."  Or, "It looks like you're waiting for friends to show up, so in the five minutes until they arrive, I'm going to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is that I will verbalize all the things needy, low value guys do to hit on women, which makes them uncomfortable.  By describing the things that make them uncomfortable, and telling them that I am going to make them uncomfortable, I demonstrate that I understand what it's like to be in their position.  I know what does and what doesn't make women uncomfortable, which implies that I know how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to make them uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words, taken at face value, say "Here, check this out, I'm going to make you uncomfortable."  But the actual message is "Here, check this out, I'm going to make fun of all the retarded guys who hit on girls and make them uncomfortable."  The girls will actually smile and welcome my "hitting on them" attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I describe what I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to do, I transition.  I get "distracted" by something else, and I don't actually do what I said I was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start a conversation with something they can relate to, and simultaneously put them at ease that I am not going to make them uncomfortable in the usual way.  I demonstrate that I understand their world in a somewhat humorous way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're off and running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-3213728095447976784?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3213728095447976784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=3213728095447976784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/3213728095447976784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/3213728095447976784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-going-to-hit-on-you.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Hit On You'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-4532333447298709519</id><published>2007-09-25T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:27:43.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far So Good</title><content type='html'>Ok.  Since I posted, I went out Friday, then again on Saturday, then again on Sunday.  Sunday I didn't game much since venue was dead.  I mostly talked to friends instead.  Monday took a break, and now it's Tuesday and I'm about to head out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-4532333447298709519?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4532333447298709519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=4532333447298709519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/4532333447298709519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/4532333447298709519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far So Good'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-7441884937808920792</id><published>2007-09-21T03:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:12:11.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complacent</title><content type='html'>I have a problem.  This seems to be pretty good at derailing me.  It kills most of my desire to go out.  The problem is I have a couple girls who are fairly cool, and I settle in to a routine where I see them regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectually, my goals are not just to get laid as much as I want.  I want to develop the skill so that when I encounter the perfect woman, I can attract and keep her, perhaps even marry her.  That's my long term goal.  But in the short term, when I'm facing the effort of going out and working at it, versus staying home and having sex, the sex is so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my promise.  Especially now that class is out, I will go out at least four times each week, and NOT bring along a girl I've already closed.  I will do this at least until weekend classes start again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-7441884937808920792?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7441884937808920792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=7441884937808920792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7441884937808920792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/7441884937808920792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/09/complacent.html' title='Complacent'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-2053695066106999167</id><published>2007-08-17T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:39:57.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AA and Pride</title><content type='html'>I used to be a master at opening.  I could open with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, from Jealous Girlfriend, to I Like Salad, to I'm Going To Hit On You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my bootcamp, I had some awareness and some worry over what the girls might think, but I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt; afraid of looking like a loser in front of Grandmaster.  I opened without hesitation.  And for months afterward, I had very little trouble.  I was a guy with underdeveloped social circuitry, pretending to have a defective circuit that made me talk to everyone.  Pride was not a problem.  I had no self-image to uphold.  Any results were positive results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my social circuitry was not underdeveloped, it was just differently developed.  Ugh, I can't believe I just wrote that.  Anyway I have always been likable, and I make friends easily, so my normal "everyday" social wiring is healthy.  But the bar/club vibe was completely alien to me, and I had extremely bad intuition when it came to courtship situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bar/club setting is making more sense and becoming more familiar.  I have better intuition with women.  Now that I'm starting to see it as normal and not alien, all my old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday &lt;/span&gt;social circuitry which was already healthy, is starting to come in and tell me what's good and what's fucked up and weird.  I can't blame failures on me being not myself and dropped into an alien world.  Now my results are actually me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where it starts to get tough.  Here is where we find out what kind of Man I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-2053695066106999167?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2053695066106999167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=2053695066106999167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2053695066106999167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2053695066106999167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/aa-and-pride.html' title='AA and Pride'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-2679963080720425605</id><published>2007-08-14T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:02:46.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transition from Girl to Woman</title><content type='html'>If the subject of age comes up (and it almost always does), I'll say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've noticed women change a lot between 20 and 30.  There is a sort of transition that happens.  Sometimes it occurs earlier, sometimes it occurs later, but it usually happens between 20 and 30.  Prior to the transition, a girl will be flaky, she won't really know what she wants in life, she'll pay way too much attention to what her friends think.  After the transition, she'll have found herself, she knows what she likes and what she doesn't like, and if she sees something she wants she goes for it.  She's grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met you, so I don't really know if you've gone through the transition yet, but since you're 23, I'd say there's only a 30 percent chance you've gone through the transition...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-2679963080720425605?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2679963080720425605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=2679963080720425605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2679963080720425605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/2679963080720425605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/transition.html' title='The Transition from Girl to Woman'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-4209729301936639432</id><published>2007-08-14T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:51:00.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiring Exclusivity</title><content type='html'>Twice now a girl has demanded exclusivity, and when I told her I couldn't be exclusive, she backed down and decided she was okay with it, even though she "never does that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One case, she had asked for exclusivity, and I had agreed.  And I kept my agreement even though I had other opportunities I had to turn down.  Then eventually, I decided I really needed to not be exclusive and I told her.  She was really unhappy and wanted to know if there was anything that could make it "like it was before."  I told her I'm just not ready for getting serious like that, and while I've made good on my promise, I want to be honest and I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one, the subject of exclusivity had never come up.  Now, previously I've taken the attitude that if it doesn't come up then it's no problem.  This has gotten me in trouble because I tend to give off boyfriend signals through some of the things I do.  This boyfriend vibe has led girls to believe that I'm in a position I'm not, even when no words have been said about it.  So in this case I brought up the subject myself, and said that I couldn't be exclusive.  She said she needed me to be exclusive and basically implied that I was playing her.  I mentioned that I didn't have to say anything but I know I give off vibes like that and I don't want to hurt her.  I said I'm telling you because I care about you and I don't want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while she didn't want to see me in person (though she was fine with talking online or on the phone).  She needed time to think.  She said her friends told her she shouldn't speak to me ever again.  Then after a while she decided she was okay seeing me in person.  Then she decided she was okay sleeping with me after all, even though she had been very emphatic in saying she "doesn't do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-4209729301936639432?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4209729301936639432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=4209729301936639432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/4209729301936639432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/4209729301936639432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/requiring-exclusivity.html' title='Requiring Exclusivity'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609032515833747855.post-8216725648003853432</id><published>2007-06-29T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:54:05.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration</title><content type='html'>Alright, ladies and gentlemen, I have a blog now.  It seemed like the thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me know that I'm not much one for FRs or LRs but perhaps that may change.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little apprehensive because I want to keep control over my Google footprint.  Preventing Google from connecting things I don't want connected might be tricky, but I think I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3609032515833747855-8216725648003853432?l=vectorpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8216725648003853432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609032515833747855&amp;postID=8216725648003853432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/8216725648003853432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609032515833747855/posts/default/8216725648003853432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vectorpua.blogspot.com/2007/06/inauguration.html' title='Inauguration'/><author><name>Vector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11877278604566822662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
