<?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-1293981811005898458</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:45:30.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan's Adventure | Pick Up Artist PUA | Psychology of Beautiful Women.</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my PUA Pick Up Artist, Venusian Arts blog.  This is my journal on becoming the best alpha male I can be through learning and executing all techniques and strategies that a pick up artist needs to know in order to understand the female's world and the dating scene.  Woman are the most difficult psychology to understand and I am intrigued and determined to figure it out.  I respect and love the beauty of all women and this is a story of how I pursuit that desire.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293981811005898458.post-1066658887741471370</id><published>2009-05-01T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:17:55.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Logan?</title><content type='html'>You're reading about my life so you should at least know who you're reading about.  Ofcourse Logan isn't my real name but I want to protect I write about so I have to use fake names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you where I am in this world right now.  It'll be a little overwhelming but just hold tight and I promise I'll get you there safely:)  I'm 31 years old right now.  I have my own little karaoke bar that's doing okay which I took over from my parents in Guam.  Lucky me:)  I started a TV show that friend and I started and is just finishing up our first episode.  We do the whole thing but be in it.  We have cute girls as our hosts.  I have a 5 song music Album I'm coming out in iTunes.  Songs are finished and my producer is mastering as i write.  I'm a professional photographer and have won couple awards for some of my shots.  Now I get to travel back and forth Guam and southern California both Los Angeles and San Diego for photography gigs which my clients fly me out to do.  I try my best to be fit so I lift weights 3 times a week and am in both kickboxing and MMA fighting class.  I won a handful of medals back in high school days with 2 black belts in traditional martial arts so it's something I've done all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still with me?  I know I sound like I'm showing off but there's more.  As you can see, I'm just cramming this down and leaving out the details just so you get the idea of who Logan might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an artist, traditional media and computer art and have been a graphic artist in a video game company for few years and couple other media companies. I was in the National Guard Infantry right out of high school.  I have a Psychology Degree from University of Guam and Cal Poly Pomona.  I've had ass load of different jobs: Constructions, dairy queen, life guard, teachers assistant, abercrombie and fitch, target, Gamesworld, Hard Rock, Continental, 42Media, Midway Home Entertainment, Bakery, Media Company and the list still continues but I'll stop right here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very charismatic and seem to catch people's attention alot.  For example just last night, I was at a bar by my self and 1 guy came up to me to hang with me all night buying me beers and total of 4 girls wanted my attention without me having to do anything.  I am very friendly and I get along with almost everyone.  People tell me I'm handsome almost everyday.  Life is amazing and has been easy.  I'm a very lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I have a 4 year old beautiful baby boy.  The reason why I breath.  My little man has Autism.  I've been blessed to have lived with a roommate who's been through his Autistic boy.  Through many training and leanring, his boy was able to come out of it and is now 7 with many friends, smart and can function like a normal boy.  As a matter of fact if you saw my friends' boy, you can't tell he has Autism.  Through this and my Pshychology background, I'm able to do everything I can to ensure that my little man is raised properly.  He's been my number one goal in my life and am proud to say that we're all doing a great job at it.  My relationship with my baby mama is superb and I also get along well with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a single dad who wants to see the world, experience the world and live like the world has no limits and I'm not going to slow down anytime soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me started with all this women psychology, relationships and just wanting to be the best man I can possibly be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very personal but I would like to share it.  Maybe you can learn from it, maybe it's just entertaining but I hope there is some form of gain for sharing my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biological mother used to get beaten up in front of my eyes every since I was born.  It was always shocking to watch my mother who cared for me dearly get pummeled by my dad.  I would sit in the corner and just stare while they didn't seem to mind that their kid was watching.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to save her but what could a little boy do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a step mom at age of 7 who would beat me and my little brother up and would call me either stupid, dumb or ugly.  She beat me til I was 15 and I let her.  All this trauma created a certain behavior towards women that I did not like.  Sure we all go through bullshit in life but the deal is, can you come out of it and be better than what you're being raised to become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dealing with girls was extremely difficult.  If you ask anybody from my high school, I was a nerd.  I was lucky to have a good set of great friends so I was never bullied or not liked but I was the chess champion, comic book collecting, straight A student who couldn't get laid even if i was stranded with a horny naked girl.  I've also had a personality of a low self esteem, always wanting to rescue a broken girl, sensitive, shy, always agreeing with a girl to get their approval.  Everything that was wrong, I had those behaviors.  It was horrible.  One thing that I always did have is charisma.  I was always friendly and positive, fast learner and always curious to see what the world had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go out and make accomplishments.  I had to struggle and conquer to teach myself how to be a better man.  We only have one life to live and there's no way I'm going down like a chump just because our parents might've not given us what we need to strive in this world.  We must over come our obstacles ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ultimately, why do we live.  I actually agree with Dr. Freud and believe we live for sex and food.  If you think about it, it totally makes sense.  So we become the best we can to find a mate to procreate and to eat so we can keep living.  So for a man, you can see how important it is that we are successful with women.  When I mean successful, I'm talking getting their attention, having them become our mates then continuing onto live our rest of our lives with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my share of dating experience before I knew all this but I was lucky.  I didn't know what I was doing and once a long while I would get lucky and have a girl chase me.  Majority of the time, it was a total failure.  I thought maybe that's just how life is and was content with it until I actually fell for a certain girl.  First week was amazing then she blew me off, blocked my number, deleted my myspace account, the whole works.  I was considered to be 'creepy' to her and all I did was buy her a headlight that I remembered her car needed and I dropped it off at her work.  It sounded to romantic but it was 'creepy'!  What the fuck was going on.  I'm sure there were more that I did that was wrong but I had no idea what it was.  My heart was devastated.  I needed to know what I was doing wrong.  I need to get laid and be loved and find that soul mate we all desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like all my many other accomplishments, once I start, there is no stopping until I am 100 percent satisfied with my learning and experiencing.  I have read many books, have been out in the world talking to everybody about it.  Have a Psycology Degree to jump start this, dated hundreds of beautiful ladies and getting really personal with them to dig their brain.  I am starving like I would die any minute from hunger and women's mind and soul is the food that can satisfy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get some ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-1066658887741471370?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1066658887741471370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=1066658887741471370' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/1066658887741471370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/1066658887741471370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-is-logan.html' title='Who is Logan?'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293981811005898458.post-8674541430134249932</id><published>2009-04-29T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:53:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self awareness, strong identity and dating drama</title><content type='html'>My single life and personality has a stronger identity now.  After many experiences with both women and career, I am finally at a place where I have become very confident within myself and life's been great since then.  I have met many kinds of people both men and women.  I have my own bar with couple other small businesses.  No, I don't make alot of money but I'm living my dreams and am my own boss.  I also am dating and also lucky that at this point I have girls coming up to me and asking me out.  I'm guessing that they can sense the aura of a good man.  Sometimes it's overwhelming since i'll end up with 4 different dates in a week but it makes life so much more interesting.  My personality is being reflected from my lifestyle.  I'm not trying to be someone I'm not but now just understand how women behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, my single life is out of control.  I'm just going to brag and let you all know that my single life is amazing.  90% of the girls that I go after reacts positively and I have my selection of what I want.  I have girls from 18 to 50 years old constantly telling me how handsome and hot I am.  Younger using the word hot and the older using the word handsome.  I'm very picky now and don't feel that needy feeling I used to feel when I used to date one girl at a time.  Funny how those people who don't even date and their excuse is that their picky.  Picky form what selections?  None.  I am picky from the group of amazing girls that I have taken out and that's how you should be too.  Truthful.  If you can become the guy that every girl thinks is a great catch then you can become a good man.  Not necessarily successful but ambitious and actually doing something to reach it.  Confident.  Fit.  Having your own personality and strong identity.  Not trying to agree with the girl just to please her.  Leading such as picking the places to go and things to do instead of asking 'so what do you want to do'.  Knowing what you want.  Dressed well.  Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a recent story that I've gone through this past month that just made me feel how lucky I am but yet still experience a little unexpected drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go up to this club and I see back of a girl with a short denim skirt and short hair walking up the stairs ahead of me.  I already have a thing for short hair which caught my eyes but the way she was walking was what really got my attention.  She was shaking her hips left and right in an exaggerated manner but in such sexy poise and gave that 'I am hot' vibe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this girl?  I had to know.  I go in and find my friends and it's penny a beer with a 10 dollar wrist band.  We down 4 beers in a row and already buzzing fast.  At this point I have a blond all over me.  She's a little older than me, late 30's, but she's cute and have an amazing body and my favorite, a blond.  I met her last week and we have already made out and spend some time together so she's comfortable around me and really into me.  I lean back and she's all over me and my homies think I'm just looking like a stud. Haha.  Fun already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave my blond and walk up to the ass shaking, short hair girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Before you walk pass me, I want to know your name.'  I say with confidence.  It's gotten to a point where you can say anything you want without any practiced liners if you show good aura and confidence.  A little coaching tip.  Have a good posture.  Lean a little backwards to show that you can walk away anytime and don't care too much.  Talk loud and a bit slower than usual like as if your words are important.  Look her in her eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops to talk to me.  She is beautiful.  Green eyes, short black hair, amazing body with nice size breasts and there's a friendly charm about her that brings me in closer.  We exchange our numbers and myspace info and I go back to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next evening, I get a text from 'beautiful'.  She wants to go out so I pick her up at 9.  I get to her place and her roommates are all looking at me and giggling and saying how I am so handsome.  Flattering.  I thank them for their compliment and open my car door for my date.  As I drive off, I stop right outside her apartment and I grab her and kiss her.  I already sensed that she was really into me since she was shaking a bit from nervousness and staring at me.  I like to think I did her a favor by breaking the ice that fast so we can enjoy the rest of the night with comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even enjoy talking before I kiss a girl anymore.  I just get real close and stare into her eyes.  Wait a little so she can feel that uncomfortable uneasy feeling than I close in for the kiss.  I really enjoy that since it creates this big rush for just before going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best kiss I've ever had.  Our kisses are in  sync and her lips tastes like heaven.  I might be exaggerating a bit but I got lost into it.  Something about kissing that can tell you a story about the way you're going to feel about them.  It took both of our breaths away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go around all over the place, me introducing her to my friends and drinking just enough to get a small buzz.  We're making out everywhere we go.  Oh, did I mention that she's a stripper?  She told me and made me promise not to come to her work so we don't see each other that way.  So sweet.  I don't mind.  I like her too much to mind.  I take her to my place and we get naked and do everything but fuck.  She had a tampon on so there's that limit.  Her body is almost perfect.  I'm in love and she asks me to be exclusive fuck partners even though we haven't even fucked yet.  I tell her yes.  This emotion was over whelming.  I felt like I was in love.  Who really knows what love is anyways.  She was so into me all night just staring at me into my eyes that is seems like she was in love with me as well.  That alone felt so amazing but to add to the fact that she was gorgeous, amazing soft body and a great personality, this could take any guy away to lala land.  Most dates we experience, there's harldy any eye contacts and is a bit of awkwardness no matter how experienced in dating you might be leading to the kiss.  This date was comfortable and we were lost in each others eyes and held hands all night.  Such big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speed things up, I make her my girlfriend the next day, I know that's crazy.  Who does that.  I've been single for over 4 years.  Really?  Without thinking of the outcome?  She's a stripper!  What would everybody in my life say?  Who cares.  I didn't.  However, she had to leave the island within the week due to some blisters.  Crazy but I told her I loved her before she left.  It just felt right.  She told me she couldn't say the same.  That's fine, I wasn't looking for a response anyways.  This short relationship was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm going on different dates.  Multiple dates.  I hang with different girls almost every other night but I'm not sleeping around.  I just want to get to know them, kiss them and leave it at that, well sometimes it doesn't just end there:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, after couple weeks of Beautiful leaving the island, I see this short brunette at a club, dressed all suave with a gangster hat so I just compliment her hat.  She looks and she seems immediately interested.  It's not fair to others but sometimes that's how I roll.  Haha.  I get her a shot and we're instantly holding each other.  We're making out after 10 minutes of talking.  I'm a great kisser.  I've had my share of practice time.  After I kiss her she'ss lean back and breath real heavy and say whoa.  Her friends would come by one at a time and tell her in front of me how handsome I am.  I tell them I appreciate that like I knew that already.  We exchange numbers, and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to her work the next evening since she told me that she would love for me to surprise her at work sometimes.  If she hadn't said this, i wouldn't have gone to her work.  That's creepy, which I learned the hard way.  Embarrassing, I know.  I have visited a girl at her work with a gift before and that turned out to be 'creepy'.  Who knew but now I know.  Back to the story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to her work, brunette isn't there but her blond friend is.  She tells me she's getting off and wants to hang with me so we hang.  I take her to my bar and we drink a little and hang out.  After closing, she stays behind and we spend the night there.  We kissed a little and fooled around a little but not too much since she does really like her friend.  She apparently really likes me as well.  I know, I'm such a pimp like that:) I really am not used to this pimpness, if you will, but I am greatful and am lucky I can experience this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, brunette calls me to pick her up after work.  She gets off late.  I'm already hanging with my friend so I take him to pick her up.  On our way out, i bring the blond friend also since they were off work the same time.  Had to bring her friend for my homie ofcourse cause 'it ain't no fun if the homie's can't get none'.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to my bar after closing, I lock the door after hours and it's just us four.  The brunette get instantly naked and asks me to finger her.  I do so in front of my homie and the blond and give her a little lick down south.  Just a little.  Pretty wild in my book.  I don't normally get this blunt but I've had my share of naughty experiences in the past so I can say I'm not too surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all just end up falling asleep and I take them to their cars at 9 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Los Angeles now for a business gigs I need to take care of.  I get a myspace message from my 1 week ex girlfriend, Beautiful, and this is what she writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came back to Guam and planned on surprising you in the next couple days and had been talking to 'Name' about you. But then I heard you were messing with one of my girls. So..I appreciate it so much. I thought different of you..and I really have no intentions of speaking to you or seeing you anymore. I was sick when I got home and wasn't able to communicate with anyone. You knew who she was and that's so messed up to fuck with one of my girls Logan. I don't blame her one bit, because we didn't use to talk and she didn't know who you were..she was so messed up on whatever that anything I mentioned to her, she had no idea what I was talking about and didn't remember anything I told her. But you...wtf. Good luck with things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart drops.  I really like this one.  Heck, I was in love with her!  She took my breath away when we were together and it's over as fast as it came.  I call her to tell her I didn't know she was coming back this soon, that I didn't know the brunette was her friend and that I would've waited if she asked but she didn't want to hear it.  She doesn't care.  She's hurt.  Maybe I'll just let this one go.  I would fight to be with her again but I later learn that she has told another friend of hers that she had to dump me before because I was too clingy.  Wow.  That blew me away.  No, I was hurt and upset.  I call her to tell her that I'm over her since she thought i was clingy.  She tells me she was sick and depressed so she blurted that out.  I fell in love with the fact that I thought she was really into me but now it's all over the place and I have no facts.  Regardless, I still really care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I can put an effort into getting this one back by seeing her and just telling her how it is but maybe this is the world telling me that it's good that I am not with her and that I should move on.  After all, she is a stripper...So I tell myself to create some kind of comfort for myself but deep inside, I don't care what work she has.  She makes me feel things I normally don't feel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in LA right now so we'll see what happens when I get back home next week.  Also, keep in mind I have a handful of other amazing women I've already dated a few times that I have not talked about that's waiting in Guam.  I'll get back to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Beautiful, Brunette and I have the same birthday date.  Crazy coincidence, I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8674541430134249932?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8674541430134249932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8674541430134249932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8674541430134249932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8674541430134249932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-way-of-life.html' title='Self awareness, strong identity and dating drama'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3928432964347568140</id><published>2009-02-03T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:13:31.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up Artist in the Islands</title><content type='html'>It's been a few weeks since I moved back home to Guam and being the new face around the island, I am the hot shit for the next however months.  Everytime I go out it's all eyes on me.  Most local people here dress in slippers and shorts while I'm peacocking with faded jeans, belt buckle, expensive shoe, accessories and a crazy hairdo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confirming that all girls are the same around the world.  I've already sarged in Costa Rica, Vegas, LA, San Diego, Hawaii and now Guam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line fellas, you have to be confident and it needs to show.  What is confidence?  Maybe it's being ignorant.  Personally, I don't care what they think or react on my approach.  I just don't care.  You have to tell yourself they are not important.  Maybe it's finding your inner self and building the personal belief in yourself.  Either way, you can't hesitate, you can't ask for permission and you have to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The islands is a whole different game.  In LA, I had sex witha  girl within the first 10 minutes of sarging but in the islands, it's a bit tougher to make the panties drop.  Why?  Because your rep is important and there is nothing in the island to do but to bar b q, fuck and talk shit about others.  I ain't complaining.  It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example.  I took a girl out on a date last week and it was nice.  I then took a girl out the other night and the girl number 1 found out about it the early next morning!  Really?!  Crazy.  I really have to be careful and not get into anything serious where the woman could be hurt or cause major drama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, my whole point of understanding how women think and function is to have the best serious relationship in the end from having a girlfriend to ultimately have the amazing married life possible.  But to be the best race car driver, you must test drive and practice many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two sets of friends out here and one set, they are super nice to women but are very popular.  The other, they are bad boys, very aggresive and also are very popular.  They both get girls but of course the bad boys get most of them.  I know, it's stupid to think that you have to be bad to girls to make them like you.  You should be well balanced.  You don't want to be a pussy and you don't want to be a total asshole but you want to have confidence enough to stand your own grounds and opinion and know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask her is she's doing alright, let her know that you're having a fun time because your opinion is important also.  It's all about framing.  If you're having a good time and you're showing it, she too will have a good time from the fun energy you are producing.  If I come over and put my arms around you and tell you that this place is awesome and actually mean it, you too will feel like it's a fun place.  Keep that energy and put it out there for people to absorb than you'll be the leader of the pact.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my journey.  Getting a phone number has just become a habit now.  Following through and going on dates still need perfection but I am learning.  I took this girl to multiple venues and she was complying to all my demands.  When I went to kiss her, I had this small speech about me kissing her to see how our energy mixed.  We kissed than she told me that ladies like surprises and not to feel pressured to kiss.  We all know that about girls but I wanted to test out different things to say before kissing to guarantee a success.  Most guys will just lean in and try to kiss without saying anything which is what a girl wants but i think this only works when the girl is already physically attracted to you.  How about the normal good guys?  It has to be a psychologically attraction that makes kissing a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple good things to say for a kiss if you don't want to just lean in and have the girl be surprised and pull away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What grade would you give yourself as a kisser?  Let's find out"  then lean in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to kiss me?"  If she says maybe than you say, "lets find out" than lean in.  If she says no, than you say, "Your face expression told me you wanted something" than just lean back and continue with the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you must always do is go for the kiss in the first date, always.  She must know you are in it to win it:) and not to be her friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have handful of close hemale friends and they are very dear to me and are legitimately friends and not girls who I haven't fucked yet.  Some I've tried and chemistry is off and some are plain cool but just don't have that chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more as I adventure around here.  I wouldn't be surprised if someone in guam finds this blog and figures out who is writing this.  To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3928432964347568140?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3928432964347568140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3928432964347568140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3928432964347568140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3928432964347568140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2009/02/pick-up-artist-in-islands.html' title='Pick Up Artist in the Islands'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-2145927724806693350</id><published>2009-01-04T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:38:42.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new kind of man.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last wrote.  I have been going out alot, still meeting many women and trying to figure out the mystery behind women.  All this training, learning and going out and actually meeting woman have finally made me realize what the whole trick to being successful with women is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't wrote because every night has been the same kinds of night.  Sure it's been great.  Many numbers closed, some kiss closes, many attraction but it was getting really repetitive and boring.  If you play the game and meet a women, it is easy to lose interest.  Simply, easy come, easy go.  Than again, if you don't play the game, your success rate drops.  You ask every women and they will tell you to just be yourself.  Such bull crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is that most woman loves the same kind of guy.  Smart, witty, confident, a little cocky, and very alpha.  Looks can help but definitely not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while and my whole personality has changed.  I don't use any lines and my approach has been direct.  I simply walk towards a girl with a smile and with confidence.  I put my hand out and say hi, what is your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out to bunch of clubs and bars in LA and in San Diego and if you look around, 90 percent of the guys are too scared to approach girls.  They get drunk at around midnight and start using their liquid courage to talk to girls.  Many times, they get too aggressive and at this point most girls have their defense up since guys are grabbing them and talking to them all aggressive.  So, I like to talk to the girls before I drink and before 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole attitude and personality has changed.  I am now really confident.  Not because I think of myself of being amazing but because I don't care what they think or care about how they react.  They are not important to have an affect in my life. My success rate has risen to 90%.  I'm at a point now that woman approach me more than I approach them.  I am very impressed by this and am entertained.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice, learn the game from every author you can find from Deangelo, cocky funny to Mystery, pick up artist.  Use them as if it's a training wheel.  Understand the psychology of woman and see what they're trying to say.  Quit being so creepy.  Go to a club and watch how those creepy guys approach girls and get denied right away.  Don't do what they do.  Be friendly to everyone in the group and not just pick one cute girl to be nice to.  Have a strong sense of identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this was the boring stuff.  I will write more of my field report later. Happy New Years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-2145927724806693350?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2145927724806693350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=2145927724806693350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/2145927724806693350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/2145927724806693350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-kind-of-man.html' title='A new kind of man.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8441642217974105562</id><published>2008-09-16T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:00:34.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing back 4 girls and being slapped in the face!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote but let me tell you, it's been crazy in the girl world.  It's gotten to a point where I'll just get numbers and not do anything.  Once you get used to getting numbers all the time, it's got no value anymore and it's not that fun so I started getting a bit pickier now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, the girl I like the most, Mel, has two other boys in her life.  I can't hate.  She's a 10 and very friendly.  I'm lucky she doesn't have them by the hundreds.  Anyways, the 2nd boy ended up stabbing the 3rd boy in the face and the police is looking for him.  Crazy, I don't mind winning her over the other guys but not by death elimination. Haha.  Funny but crazy.  So in the meantime, I'm staying away for a while until it all cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about the most fucked up evening I've had. this last weekend.  Let me start by saying I felt like a dolphin reaching for the big yummy fish off the trainers hand and just before I reach it, the trainer slaps me across the face with it and say 'got you bitch!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll out in LA with two of my other homies and made plans to bring girls back with us.  The plan was set.  We go to a club, Social, and I start a small conversation with 4 girls behind us.  That was it.  We walk in and 'Cherry' (i think that was her name) gives mad IOI's to my homie.  Cherry is Punky Brewster's best friend back in the old school tv show.  He talks to her and it's all good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good that night.  We had girls just giving us that look.  Anyways, those four girls from the outside kept coming by us and talking to us, telling us to save them from the guys who are buying them drinks.  We told them to hook us upw ith drinks from those guys.  They wanted to bounce so we took off with them and convinced them to come back to the pad with us.  They were hesitant but we built enough attraction to get them hooked.  They were pretty damn cute and we were pretty happy with the outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one of our boy go with them to their car so we can meet them next to it.  We got to our car first and while we were waiting for them outside, I over heard this latina say how cute I was from the distance.  I told her I heard it and to come over.  Her two other girlfriends also mentioned how good looking i was in front of me.  Man, I felt so damn cocky after that.  She told me get her number and I grabbed her by the chin and gave her a kiss and let her go.  Haha.  I acted like I was the shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the girls follow us through heavy traffic and we finally get back to the pad.  Everybody was drinking and there was alot of kino touching.  Just when things were about to go down, my friends female roommate shows up and yells at us that we are too loud.  She was cock blocking.  She apparently brough her girlfriends and got upset when we already brought our own little girlfriends.  Needless to say, she cussed out one of our girls and I walked them to their car while she was crying.  Us boys were so devastated.  This was going to be so awesome and we just got slapped on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy was so fucked up that we just couldn't enjoy ourselves with the roommates girlfriends.  It was over.  Our mojo was destroyed.  Oh well.  It was fun while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8441642217974105562?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8441642217974105562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8441642217974105562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8441642217974105562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8441642217974105562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/09/bringing-back-4-girls-and-being-slapped.html' title='Bringing back 4 girls and being slapped in the face!'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-444671637373417798</id><published>2008-08-31T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:16:40.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Agree or to Disagree.</title><content type='html'>To agree or to disagree.  I say, try to disagree as much as possible.  Ever since my oneitis, I keep catching myself agreeing more to what a girl has to say.  This past week, I have been on dates and talking to girls at clubs and I have been agreeing to all their bullshit.  My last date, Kel and I went to an awesome concert, had an amazing time, great vibe and all but towards the end she talked about her ex and her old feelings of sadness started to emerge.  This is the 5th girl that's in my life that's dwelling on their ex boyfriends.  Yes, my oneitis is also dwelling on her ex and has gone back to him as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has brought my level back a notch.  It's like how super mario gets hit by the crawling owl and shrinks to his tiny self.  That's me right now.  I used to be on top of my game and life just last month.  Now I have girls bitching about their ex to me left and right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original mister nice guy coming out of me, probably to try to win their approval since I am being bombarded with ex issues. OMG!  Just last night, we were kicking it at a friends house after a great night of sarging and the cool girl we were kicking it with were talking about how this guy that she was into dumped her for his ex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a decision that I am not going to tlerate ano more of this consoling when we barely know each other.  It just brings me down.  It makes me agree to all their issues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized this last night when the girl said 'I got over him in a month' then my homeboy Mafia said 'I don't get over it that quickly' while my sad ass said 'it's very strong of you to be like that'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, I just caught myself coming back down into mister nice guy mode.  Hey, I've had all these girls come at me within a week and I was ambushed so that is my weak excuse.  I'm telling you, I'm coming out of it starting today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have caught myself agreeing too much within this last couple of weekends and it messes up your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, last night was still great.  Than again, I didn't approach any girls but had 3 different girls approach us which made the night interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to agreeing or disagreeing.  You need to disagree as much as possible.  Disputes and having a strong identity is attractive.  This works both ways.  I also happen to find attractive when girls disagree with me.  Have you had a conversation where a girl seems to agree to most of what you're saying.  So it might be a universal agreement but the conversation doesn't go any where!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself agreeing to most of what she has to say, maybe because you guys actually have them in common, just pick a topic and disagree just to disagree.  If you get her to changer her mind than she has complied to you which gives you the leverage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit agreeing so damn much.  Yes I'm talking to you too logan:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-444671637373417798?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/444671637373417798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=444671637373417798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/444671637373417798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/444671637373417798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-agree-or-to-disagree.html' title='To Agree or to Disagree.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3073304593915683263</id><published>2008-08-26T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:19:34.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mister Nice Guy.  Stop It!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Before you even start to understand women and go out there in the field to find them, understand and drill this into your head that being a nice guy is the worst thing to do in this world.  Women are not attracted to 'Nice Guys'!  This is different from being a gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentlemen will guide the woman to walk on the sidewalk away from the road.  A gentlemen will open doors.  Those subtle chivalries are still a big actions that all women still appreciates but it's also has to be done in a proper way meaning be cool about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in a couple of weeks and my homie, Mafia and I have been out in the field, sarging like a motha fuck.  Using opinion openers have worked with most but I have been called out couple of times that this must be a VH1 show and there must be cameras everywhere.  I got out of it by saying, 'you lost me' but it's a bit discouraging.  The one that has been working the best is having the frame.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain what having a frame means for those who are starting out in the dating world.  It's about having a strong persona.  It's about you having confidence and control of the whole situation.  Can you imagine a bar owner coming over to your group with a strong, confident attitude and asking all you guys if you are having a great time and to come and see him if you need anything.  You'll automatically look up to him and he has the control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a strong frame, you can get away with saying almost anything and people will respond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my method of having a strong frame.  This is what you might have to do to gain your own strong frame.  Before approaching any kinds of people, tell yourself they all want to fuck you and be your friends.  You are the shit!  You are confident and you really don't care what they think about you.  They should be more worried about what you think of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this mentality, I go into the group of people and simply say, you guys seem like bunch of cool people.  What's going on?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have approached with the dumbest lines like 'have a cool unique hairstyle' and openened up a whole mess of people.  At a time where the &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Pick Up Artist&lt;/a&gt; is going to season 2 and the book, Game, is being made into a movie, we are fucked from using those damn amazing techniques.  Don't get me wrong, they should always be used but you really have to create your own pattern and techniques out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic, Stop Being a Mister Nice Guy, nice guy attitude is a big turn off.  I have tried being 'nice' to a girl who really liked me and although we have dated and kissed many times, there was no sexual progression.  I was cocky and made her feel that I didn't care about her, I would have sex with the girl the same night.  WTF?!  I have to admit, I do hate how this works the way it does but that's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice guys are another word for pussies.  I was a nice guy for most of my life and yes, I admit that I was a pussy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop buying things for her to win her love.  Stop agreeing to whatever she has to say because you want her to approve you.  Nice guys have the tendencies to be 'creepy' because their timing is all off.  Early on the date the nice guy will buy her flowers and small gifts.  Quit complying to her demands.  Girls will always test you.  When you finally pull cockyness, without having to be an asshole btw, then the girl will usually say, 'you are pretty cocky aren't you'.  Quit being a pussy and respond with &lt;br /&gt;'No, I'm really a nice guy' instead say something like 'I'm glad you noticed, Thanks'. Don't agree with her opinions and instead argue with her because you have a strong opinion about your own beliefs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tease her in a fun way.  One of my favorite is I would go up to the girl, during attraction phase and go up to her face and tell her 'You and I, at the park, right now, we're going to throw down because I hate you right now'.  How crazy and fun is that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the girl understand that if she puts her guard down for a second, you two will be fucking!  Women knows that a 'Nice Guy' will get all caught into the relationship after the first night of fucking and call constantly and will be available anytime.  You need to be the guy who tells her you can't see her that day she's available but you'll figure something out later.  Flip the script!  Be a man!  Don't be a wuss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3073304593915683263?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3073304593915683263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3073304593915683263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3073304593915683263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3073304593915683263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-mister-nice-guy-stop-it.html' title='Being a Mister Nice Guy.  Stop It!!!!!'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-5800150154787970712</id><published>2008-08-26T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:51:24.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decoding Women's Mind</title><content type='html'>Here is a little joke and yet so damn true piece that a friend of mine emailed me today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * 40-ish................................49.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Adventurous...........................Slept with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Athletic..............................No breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Average looking.......................Moooo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Beautiful.............................Pathological liar.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Emotionally Secure....................On medication.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Feminist..............................Fat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Free Spirit...........................Junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Friendship first......................Former Slut.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * New-Age...............................Body hair in the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Old-fashioned.........................No B.J.'s&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Open-minded...........................Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Outgoing..............................Loud and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Professional..........................Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Voluptuous............................Very fat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Large frame...........................Hugely fat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Wants soul mate.......................Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DICTIONARY FOR DECODING WOMEN'S ENGLISH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Yes...................................No&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * No....................................Yes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Maybe.................................No&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * We need...............................I want&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * I am sorry............................You'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * We need to talk.......................You're in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Sure, go ahead........................You better not&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * Do what you want......................You will pay for this later&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * I am not upset........................Of course, I am upset, you moron!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; * You're attentive tonight..............Is sex all you ever think about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-5800150154787970712?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5800150154787970712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=5800150154787970712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/5800150154787970712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/5800150154787970712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/08/decoding-womens-mind.html' title='Decoding Women&apos;s Mind'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-2071095646811550769</id><published>2008-08-03T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:10:33.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Women. Problem?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I think I have a problem.  I love women too much.  I always have.  Ever since I can remember from when I was 4, I always wanted to be with a girl.  While my brother was hanging out with bunch of little boys causing trouble, I always wanted to split my time with the boys and girls.  I remember going over to girls house, knocking on the door and asking if she can come out and play.  Don't get me wrong, I have a strong handful of great homies and they'll be my brotha's for life but I always had to balance my life out with the same amount of girls in my life.  So I do have girls who are actually real close to me.  I have no intentions on having sex with all of them.  I legitimately consider them close friends.  One requirement, they have to be attractive to me to pass as a 'bff'.  It must go back to psychology of my mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving onto my whole love thing.  Yes, I am still in 'love' with Meli but I have been seeing other people this past couple of weeks.  I couldn't stand how much I feel for this girl.  She's on my mind when I'm working, sleeping and the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up!  I am fucking obsessed with this one.  I've had 2 other girls in my life who I felt this way towards and believe me, that's super rare.  Out of hundreds of girls I've dated, only 2!  Well, Meli is my third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just happen to break up with her unhealthy relationship of 1 year so I need to give her time to heal.  So I told her that I am moving on and will date other people while we work on our friendship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to do something.  I don't like the way I feel when I am in '&lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;'. It's uncontrollable but inspiring.  It opens up other emotions such as jealousy, concerns, anxiety and other emotions I can't stand and don't normally feel.  So I am taking steps to get a control of this emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Writing a letter to her telling her that I am moving on and that we should focus on being friends first.  She calls me back and tells me how she would love to date a 'bff' since she has only had damaged relationship from getting into relationships with just guys that she meets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this bullshit?  I had a conversation with another girl the other night and she told me that she would love that more than anything else.  Maybe it's true, I'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Put a rubber band around my wrist and snapping it every time I think of her.  This is a very popular psychology method anytime you start to feel emotionally weak.  Instead of sitting there for long minutes and dwelling on the bad emotion, just snap the rubber &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Dating other girls.  I've actually went on 3 different dates with the nights ending well but I still think about Meli.  WTF?!  I even thought about her while I was hooking up with one of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with others and all the poeple seems to be in love with 1 person who just drives them crazy.  Maybe it's love but either way it creates heavy emotions such as jealousy, anxiety, missing her, anger and all that bullshit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this techniques will work but it's been making me feel alot better and allow myself to not dwell on Meli so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I hooked up with handful of girls this week.  I don't know what happened but they all called me!  Don't get me wrong, I treat all of them with the highest respect and always make them feel good about themselves.  I'm almost like a male escort without the pay.  It's fun and healthy so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one girl, Eri, come visit san diego from her home town so we went out to a club, met up with some friends, danced and had a great time.  I haven't seen her in almost 6 years and she still looked good after 2 kids.  Eri, kept telling me and my friend that we must do good as single guys.  I told her we only hang out with each other and don't like talking to other girls.  Haha, I said it as a joke and she got it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Pick Up Technique&lt;/a&gt;:  My homie tells me to go talk to the 4 girls that were sitting nearby and Eri wanted to see what I can do.  I go up to the girls and ask an opinionated question.  I then instantly point to my female friend and homie to let them know that we were just talking about that subject.  I do this so they know that I'm not a creep and that I have cool people I can always kick it with.  This allows them to throw down their guards pretty fast.  The cute one is married and tells me that she doesn't go out much so I tease her by saying that she is the boring one out of the group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you are talking in a friendly way because you can sound like an asshole with the wrong tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them showed me high interest so I started teasing her saying she's the trouble maker and we can't be friends because she loves to drink and cause trouble.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly found the one that is the leader of the pact and I instantly became friends with her by saying how cool she is and giving her a high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encouraged the 4th girl that was a bit on the shy side by bringing her into the conversation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all asked for my name.  I don't introduce myself because it's one major sign of interest when they ask for it.  I tell them, I shouldn't tell them because they can't pronounce it or remember it.  They said they'll try and after telling them my name, they actually were proud that they can pronounce it and remember it.  I excuse myself so I can go back to my friends.  The one that showed me interest yells back at me saying that she couldn't remember my name but I just smile and go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring Eri back to my place and we just fool around.  It'was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later, my old apartment manager's daughter calls me and wants to bring her girlfriend to dance and drink at my place.  I invite them and it was fun.  Both were cute and had this lesbian tendency.  There was music, dancing and drinking.  The other girl went home early because she had responsibilities but the other girl stayed and we had a little fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go visit my friend up north the next 2 days later and spend the night over having good conversation and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if oneday, 1 of my female friends finds this, they're going to chew my ass a new hole.  I just think it'll make a good story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-2071095646811550769?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2071095646811550769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=2071095646811550769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/2071095646811550769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/2071095646811550769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/08/loving-women-problem.html' title='Loving Women. Problem?'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-7813447111894617370</id><published>2008-07-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:24:14.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in LOVE! or is it?</title><content type='html'>I am in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;!  I don't really know if it's really love or not but I do know that I am overwhelmed with emotions when I am around this girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this going out with girls, sarging and closing them is ultimately to find that 1 who blows you away.  I went through many dates and it was all a game, like a chess game.  They all respond the same and ultimately it was just for fun.  Of course I never went out to hurt the girls and I never told them lies to make them sleep with me.  I acted like an asshole but I wasn't an asshole if that makes any sense.  Let's just say that if you're single than shit, be fucking amazing at being single.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys don't understand women and no, I'm not saying that I'm a 'mister know it all' but I understand them more than others I've known.  I have a degree in psychology, not that it really helped but it's a passion of mine to understand human behaviors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now saying that, there are still things that i can't understand, like love.  Is it Chemistry imbalance?  Is it getting what you finally wanted?  Is it massive physical attraction?  I can't understand it but I'm in it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with this 1 girl Meli for a whole week spending every night together.  I have met her a year ago at a little bar but she had a boyfriend at the time so although she gave me her number, she was a good girl not to do anything with me.  Yes, girls with boyfriends gives me their number from time to time.  How can they not when my game is that tight:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 1 night she texts me a midnight and asks me to come over with a bottle of wine but she told me I had to behave.  It was a fun sunday night.  We laughed, joked and talked about deep things in life.  We cuddles and went straight to bed, which was fucking hard in my part but still manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'm not all about fucking.  Quit being so typical and try to fuck all the time.  There's too much risk just fucking around.  Pregnancy, disease, emotional bullshit from the girls.  I've come to a point where just knowing that I can have her gives me that mental satisfaction.  As a matter of fact, last month, I was in bed with this beautiful tall blond with an amazing body but I told her last minute that I don't want to fuck her just yet, I wanted to get to know her a bit more to see what she's all about.  Well, we still talk here and there but I can see nothing is gonna happen.  There really wasn't any real spark anyways.  Call me crazy but with this self confidence that I have, I want more about of a girl than just pussy rubbing my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay so back to Meli.  So the next day, monday, comes around and I ask her what she's doing and she invites me over.  I have spent the earlier hours looking at her myspace and found a poem that she wrote 3 years ago.  She said she wanted to make it into a song oneday.  Well I love my guitar and luckily I can sing so I make her poem into a song.  It just came to me.  I come over and I sing her the song.  She tells me how much she loves my voice and how amazing the song was.  Since it was really late by the time I get to her house we have a short conversation and we fall asleep again cuddling.  I'm telling, yes I wanted her but Just having her in my arms was so amazing.  You ever had a girl you had a crush so badly, you knew you liked her and yet you really don't know why.  Meli is a 10.  She's beautiful, fun, deep and just a good person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I suggest we go to Pacific Beach bar and meet up with my couple friend.  So four of us hang out, drinking each of us buying 4 ronds of shot each and just have a blast.  We dance, joke and laugh all night.  I would pull her to the dance floor and we would flirt and have this little role playing act while dancing.  it was so cute and people were getting out of our way, making room for us to dance.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday comes and I come over at night and get her ass to put some clothes on so i can take her to get some frozen yogurt at my uncles cool little cafe.  We hang, mingle with my uncle and go back home and once again just sleep cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.  I pick her up with my roomate Jess and we go to downtown to meet my homie Elji who drives us in his new mercedes:)  He brings a girl he met last week to hang out with us.  Shit the night was so fucking fun. We first go to this club called Minus 1 and meet up with my other homie and just mingle around.  The place sucked.  No one was dancing any the vibe was a bit stuck up for my taste.  I recommend that we roll out and we head to Ivy.  The line was not moving at all but luckily my homie knew the bouncer so we got in without waiting in line.  This is the first time going to Ivy and when we walked in, the club looked a bit dead for the long ass line.  Meli, walks us to the bottom floor and it is big and packed and everybody was dancing.  The vibe was great but the alchol tab was ridiculously high.  We all must've spent at least a 100 bucks. Our energy was so high.  Meli was so great.  She talked with all my friends and they all loved her.  I played a little game with her.  She leaves to the restroom and I go over to a blond nearby to start a conversation with her.  When Meli comes back, she interrupts us without knowing, than my roommate as a joke calls her a cock block.  She got all defensive and I loved it.  I just walk away from the blond and I go to Meli to comfort her but she isn't having it.  This energy got me to get real close to her and open up to her in the middle of a loud club and we start to bond and talk about our emotions.  I thought it was great.  Who does that at a club?  However, the timing was great.  I go home with her and we make out and get a little groovy.  As I was about to go inside her, she tells me no.  She says it twice so I get off and we just cuddled.  I'm sure we could've had sex that night because we were both so in the mood but I really want our first night to be perfect.  I'm not talking about dinner, candle lights and incense.  I'm talking about a dim light so I can at least see.  I'm talking about spending my time kissing her, licking and eating her than having a great sober but high in chemistry sex.  I would hate for our first time to be a drunk sex although it would've still been great.  that's just how much I like this girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been single for 3 years and have gone on many dates and there is nothing like this.  I have felt this maybe when i was in high school, when I was in love for the first time.  I didn't think it was possible to go through it again.  I have been in great realtionships in the past that lasted for many years and yes, it was wonderful.  Hanging out with Meli has been just 'perfect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was great.  We wake up together and go and get some asian breakfast.  I take her home so she can work for couple hours while I run some errands.  We meet up again and go to the beach.  We just lied around talking about sex and life and she tells me she never had any guy she can open up like this.  I don't get jealous and I am always curious to hear about other people's lives.  We head home, take a nap together and I find a randome little steakhose, a hole in the wall with a piano player.  It was so sweet. The steak was good and we get some wine.  Meli wanted to give her business card to our waitress since Meli was a hair stylist (and a model) and our waitress had a cool hair cut.  Meli gets shy and she decideds not to do it. I tell her,m this is the plan.  I'm going to stike a conversation with her about her tattoo and Meli is going to tell her she has an awesome hair style and that she would love to work on it.  The waitress comes by again and out plan works smoothly.  Something small like that allowed us to sync in a same wave pattern you know what I mean?  She could've not said anything because she was shy but she was a team mmeber and the plan was executed smoothly.  That little event made us a team.   I tease her and tell her she's Robin and I'm Batman and we can be a dynamic duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time, we have fun together because the chemistry and the attraction is equal.  I tease her and she teases back.  Whatever I throw at her, she catches it well and throws it right back.  She can keep up with me and plus more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes me like her the most?  The person I become when I am with her.  I am confident.  I am very social.  I look at life in the most positive way.  I even stopped smoking because she doesn't like it.  I don't like it anymore and really couldn't care for it.  I actually finished a song that she wrote and have a friend who's a music producer who told me he will produce it for me.  I have always wanted to make at least 1 song and have never been inspired to do so and now it's happening.    Did I also mention she is fucking beautiful?  She kinda looks like Kate Beckinsale but sexier.  Shit, I'm a lucky ass bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve it though:)  I am so curious what's going to happen.  I don't know and I don't want to try to make anything happen.  We've been going with the flow and it's been fucking amazing....to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-7813447111894617370?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7813447111894617370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=7813447111894617370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/7813447111894617370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/7813447111894617370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-in-love-or-is-it.html' title='I am in LOVE! or is it?'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-67579334746080139</id><published>2008-07-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:35:25.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This world is too small.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while.  I've been busy with my normal life as a photographer, which is an awesome tool to meet beautiful women.  However, that's not the reason why I'm a photographer, it's just my passion besides learning and understanding beautiful women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this story out.  I went to Guam for a photography gig and went to a strip joint one night by myself just to drink couple beers and go home.  I'm from Guam and haven't been back in 9 years so it was an awesome visit for me.  I got to see families and old friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the strip joint, I noticed a very cute blond working there.  She came over, we talked, always making sure I'm not interested, although obviously us men are always interested.  The waitress came by and asked if I wanted to buy her a drink.  I told her I should donate to her cause and support her so I got her the drink.  We talked, and bonded and let her go.  She went up to dance and I stayed back.  She waved me over to come over so I came over, tipped her and told her I didn't need her to do anything to me, than I walked back.  She came straight back to me after she danced and we hung out some more, got a lap dance and made out with her.  The bouncer was cool enough to close the door and give me more time since he saw what was going on.  One of my skills is my social skills.  I talk to everybody and people generally like to be nice to me since I show my Alpha side but in a friendly and inspirational way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her home with me the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I go back to San Diego and a week later I'm partying up top of the Ivy, VIP access.  I look to my right and I see a blond staring.  I feel a bit uneasy since the stare was pretty damn hard for my taste but I look back and recognize that it was the girl that I met in Guam!  WTF?!  What are the chances.  She was just stopping by before going back home to San Francisco.  We hang out a bit and she went her own ways after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is way too small.  I don't know if I mentioned it but 1 girl found my blog and knew I was talking about her and got mad at me.  She told me I should've asked her but really, could I really ask and get away with it?  So I just deleted that part of my blog.  I hate the fact that I love women so much that I spend time to getting to understand them.  i think it's key to having a lasting relationship which is my ultimate goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-67579334746080139?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/67579334746080139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=67579334746080139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/67579334746080139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/67579334746080139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-world-is-too-small.html' title='This world is too small.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8872377052557987846</id><published>2008-06-08T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:04:43.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in LOVE</title><content type='html'>I finally found one girl that I can see myself getting into a serious relationship with.  This is one girl that I can't play my games with because I lose control and act like a mister nice guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I am naturally a nice guy.  Like most guys, I instinctively do the wrong thing such as buying them small gifts and do things for them more than they do things for us.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard many guys, including myself in the past, say that we give so much but hardly get anything in return.  We naturally want to buy them things, agree with them in many conversations just to be in her good side and basically putting them on a pedestal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women don't care too much about being smothered.  There is a time and place for that and the timing is very important.  For some reason, us guys think that it's a great way to impress her and win her heart.  Who or what made us men so bad at understanding women and not giving them what they really want.  It's not being treated like a princess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: This rule doesn't apply after sex.  After a sexual relationship is established than it becomes a all new ball game.  Smothering and pampering helps with the relationship but at an unexpected time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to summarize it in one sentence.  Women needs their emotions to be pleased!  Some women don't think it but it's true.  They want excitement in their relationships not just a boring, easy, controllable boyfriend.  They need to feel jealous, love, teased, pampered, secured, taken care of, most emotions you can find in the dictionary.  Reason why, as sad as it may sound, is that most beautiful girls are with bad boys who seems to treat them like shit because most other guys kiss ass and is too damn nice and predictable.  Being nice all the time never works so get that out of your head.  Sometimes when the girl is less attractive than your level of attractiveness, let's say she's a 6 and you might consider yourself an 8, being nice can work because she wants you for your looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, I know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my main story.  So I like this girl in a deeper level.  I have talked to her for 7 months, on and off, slowest progression I have ever experienced.  It's so different from all other girls I've met.  It's almost like she's the &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;pick up artist&lt;/a&gt;.  She's so fucking cool.  She knows how to play hard to get and yet still give me this small response to get me to come back.  I can tell she really likes but but still keeps me on the edge.  If I don't reply in couple of weeks, she'll leave a small myspace comment that gets me back.  She can easily find dates and all kinds of guys goes after her.  At clubs for eample, if I leave her alone for a minute, some dude is on her instantly.  You get the idea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I haven't found anything I didn't like about her.  I'm very picky. How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what happened just last two nights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday night and I'm off to meet her (I'm going to call her Cha, which I have also written about her in earlier blog entries) and other friends at the Prospect Club in La Jolla, California.  The girl who is promoting asked me to come and join them at their table so how can I turn down free entry, free drinks and beautiful people.  The club is amazing.  Most of the people were attractive and well dressed.  I surprise Cha and friends by meeting them there without telling them.  Cha tells me she's happy that I'm there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another girl there that is within the circle of friends named Bon. She's an acquaintance with Cha but had slept with her ex couple of weeks ago so they are in this unfriendly battle.  I happen top be friends with both of them and both of them happen to like me as well.  How the hell did I get myself in the middle like this?  However, I really have feelings for Cha but have just a friendly feelings for Bon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon gets all over me, tries to kiss me and hug me and basically cling onto me.  I don't want to participate int hat activity.  I know Bon has become very aggressive since Cha was there and knew what was up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls can be so damn competitive with each other.  That's a hard fact.  I'm sorry to say but I used that to my advantage.  When Cha saw me talking to Bon, she became sour and when Bon saw me talking to Cha, Bon became more aggressive.  It was so entertaining to experience this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our promoter friend, all of us got pretty drunk.  I got a chance to kiss Cha and man it was sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued on to the next night when I went out with Cha and couple of other friends to downtown.  We headed to Stingeree kinda late and the line was super long.  Just as we were about to leave, Bon and her group of girl friends shows up and they had us on the list to get in but still had problems letting the guys in.  Just then our other acquaintance, who happen to have a VIP table walks by and tells me and my other homie to come inside with him.  Let me tell you, that felt pretty damn good to be walking in VIP style in front of all this other people who are stuck at the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition between Cha and Bon was still pretty fierce and I played it to my advantage.  All the guys I was with were pretty impressed to watch couple of hot girls fight for me like that.  Cha, however kept it cool, just the way I like it.  In the end, I just ditched out to more secluded area in the club with Cha alone and hung out with her most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2am so we went to my friends house to crash, since I live in LA now and we were partying in San Diego, but my other groups of friends were in the house just chilling.  We decided to get adventurous and headed out to look for an after party.  Some random promoter on the street gave us this dinky flyer and told us to check it out.  The location was pretty suspicious and they were serving alcohol til 8 in the morning.  It was a rave so we got high, danced til 7am and went home with Cha and had the best massage and conversation I've had in many years with a woman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to crowd this story with the details but it was an amazing weekend.  With friends like this and a place like San Diego, single life can be so damn addictive and great.  You just have to play your cards right.  I have til August to party it up before heading to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guam&lt;/span&gt;, my home town.  I better make the best of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8872377052557987846?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8872377052557987846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8872377052557987846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8872377052557987846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8872377052557987846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/06/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in LOVE'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8779784312956901401</id><published>2008-06-06T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:08:16.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddle Ranch PUA experience</title><content type='html'>I finally got a chance to go to the infamous Saddle Ranch in Los Angeles to see what the hype was all about.  This is the place where &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Mystery&lt;/a&gt; and other &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;pick up artist&lt;/a&gt; do their live seminars at.  My friend and I went in and noticed that there were no dance floors and there is a mechanical bull in the middle of the bar.  It was a Thursday night so I guess it meant that it wasn't too busy.  I was keeping my eyes out for &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;peacocking&lt;/a&gt; guys that were &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;pick up artists&lt;/a&gt; but didn't find any that stood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a phone call from a female friend of mine for a booty call but I tell her I'm already out with my friend and tell her I thought she was so sweet to call me this late for some nastiness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around and decided to drink just one beer for the night.  I wasn't really in the mood to get all crazy tonight but I noticed 2 cute hispanic girls sitting by the bar.  I also noticed 2 cute white girls by the bar as well and noticed them checking us out so we decided that we shouldn't approach them first.  We should have them see us talking to other people before we approach them so that they won't think we're after their jewels:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over the the cute Hispanic girls and asked them where I can find a better bar to go to since the Saddle Ranch was so dead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to approach with confidence and talk slow but firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mystery openers are kinda rough to go with since it's so damn main stream and so many girls have watched the &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;pick up artist&lt;/a&gt; show on VH1.  I already had a handful of girls ask me if I got my approaches from that show which usually ends up me just walking away from the conversation since their guard goes up so damn high.  Don't get me wrong, Mystery's stuff is still top notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the cute one of the left gave me the stink eye and a cold shoulder.  I was still in control since I came in with a cool body language that shows that I'm not really interested and I personally don't get intimidated that easily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: Do you sense something bad from me?  I'm really not trying to get your number or take you home with me.  I really want to know a cool place to hang besides this place.&lt;br /&gt;Cute girl replys:  I'm just cautious of player kinda guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.  I love it when girls tells me I'm a player just from meeting me for the first time.  Doesn't most girl want a player than a shy, boring guy?  What a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her:  You're lucky then because I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on since then.  I get my homie into the conversations and we all have great time.  We're all laughing and joking and teasing.  I never give her a straight answer.  She asks me what nationality I am and I tell her I'm Puerto Rican (I'm Korean).  She teases me and I tease her back.  I tell her I hate her since she's so mean and that we can never date because she'll just make me cry.  She tells me she wants to marry me though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks what kind of bar we want to go to and I said somewhere with a dance floor.  She challenges me to see if I knew how to dance and stands up next to me.  I grab her and give her a little salsa move and she was impressed and possibly tuned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homie was next to her so they start a comfort building conversation and so do I with the cute ones friend.  The friend was cute but not as cute:)  I'd say a 6 and the other one was an 8 but made her a 9 since she was so fun to talk to.  The friend and I exchange names and talk about simple stuff.  My homie gets the cuties number and she says that we all need to go out tomorrow together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over hear my homie telling the cutie my name so I jump in and tell him not tell her.  She asks me why.  I say 'because I don't like you'.  She does a motion of her heart breaking and I take it, throw it on the floor and stomp on it.  She's shocked.  I than pretend to pick up the heart and tell her I want to put it back inside her.  She teases me by  thrusting her chest at me all sexually.  I pull away and tell her I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my homie got the number it is understood between us that whoever opens the set has the choice.  I love it when my homie gets the number cause it makes me harder to get and the girl knows I can still be reached but far enough that it's still a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go since the our parking meter was only for an hour.  The cutie asks me if I really hate her.  I think she was serious so I lean close to her ear and say yes I really hate you and pull away.  I then quickly pull up real close to her with her knees on my groin and my arms around her and whisper to her ear what my real name is.  She tells me what her name is and tells me she wants to see me tomorrow night.  We just stared into each others eyes with that nonverbal, sexual communication.  I have built so much sexual tension between us with all the teasing and hating that we could've made out right there but since I really had to go, I give her a kiss on both of the cheeks and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her with a sense of Mystery is big.  We all love the challenge and the mystery of 'what will happen in the future' perspective.  Anyways, I had a great time just talking to the two girls.  We laughed, joked, teased and got a little physical.  Just having a great conversation with the world is amazing to me and so damn fun.  The key is to learn what &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Mystery and David Deangelo&lt;/a&gt; has to teach you and make it your own.  Try not to copy them for word for word.  Understand the concept of being a man and having that confidence and you being the prize is what it takes to meet great and wonderful ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8779784312956901401?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8779784312956901401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8779784312956901401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8779784312956901401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8779784312956901401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/06/saddle-ranch-pua-experience.html' title='Saddle Ranch PUA experience'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-847603073268400352</id><published>2008-05-18T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:54:16.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Yourself.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written in a while and that's because doing the same thing over and over got pretty old real fast.  Saying the same thing felt fake and I didn't feel emotionally satisfied.  After going out so many times and talking to so many girls, you tend to get burnt out a bit.  So I took a break.  I kept going out but didn't have that game mentality.  Also want to mention that I've had a handful of girls tell me I must've read &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;the game&lt;/a&gt; book or watched the &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;pick up artist&lt;/a&gt; tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal is to keep doing it until it becomes you naturally.  Now when I go out, I don't think about openers, negs and any other methods.  Now, I just act like myself and not let them have it so damn easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be honest, most guys will start to act nice and start giving and do anything they can to impress the girl.  The harder you try the less it works and more the girl pushes you away.  Crazy, I know.  Damn girls.  Than again, we do the same thing.  When a girl gives it up easily to me, I tend to lose interest fast unless of course if she is very attractive than her giving it up easily still makes you like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I go out, it's all about having that confidence.  I throw that cocky funny comments from time to time.  There is no sequence I follow.  When I feel like complimenting her, I'm careful not to give it to her that easily and rephrase them.  Instead of saying 'I think you're so beautiful'  I'll say something like 'you are so adorable' then give her a soft pinch on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering why I'm writing after all this months.  I'll tell you why.  Last night I went out to gaslamp downtown and met a damn attractive girl.  I rolled out with a two other homies and 4 home girls.  The night was amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a quick look and I responded quickly by taking her hand and taking her to the dance floor.  I didn't even ask.  I just took her cause I knew what I wanted and showed her exactly that.  I felt instant hard attraction from her. We danced intimately for 10 minutes without saying anything and it was hot.  I finally broke it and asked her name.  We talked in the middle of the dance floor.  I would freak her than back off, spin her than freak her again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of dancing as like fucking.  We have to change it up cause doing one thing can get boring and plus, it's a great time to show the girl what you can do in the bed.  You have to lead all the time.  Be the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'm trying hard not to kiss her than I kissed her.  This kiss was great compared to all other kisses I had when I go out because we had this chemistry.  We were in the same page and kept starting at each others eyes.  She would hold my face and I would grab the back of her neck and we would kiss.  I finally broke it off and offered to get her a drink.  She said no, than I offered her a cup of water and took her hand and headed to the bar.  I stopped half way and introduced her to my crew.  My home girl tells her that she should like me because I'm a great catch.  I love her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet her brother and friend.  The friend tells me he knows me from the movie fast and the furious.  I pat him on the back and tell him he's cool.  He buys me and my new girl shots.  He instantly likes me but her brother was a bit cautious.  I even think he told her I was a player which she tell me that she knows I'm a player.  Really, what does that mean?  I ask her if that intimidates her.  She smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go outside for a smoke and I get her number.  We talk, hold each other, kiss couple times.  I noticed how comfortable real fast.  I tell her she won't be able to handle me.  She tells me I'm too young for her even though she's 3 years younger than me.  I find myself qualifying myself to her but I say it in a way where it shows some value.  I say "how can I be so young for you when I'm older and am a man.  Isn't it being a man about having your my own business and ambitions that's being reached?"  Than I tell her I'll giver her 10 seconds to get over it.  She tells me being 30 is still young.  I tell her I love her for that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to tell girls things like "I love you", "when we get married", "when we have love quarrels" to break the uncomfotable emotional barrier.  It's psychological.  You usually only say this to someone you have know for a while or to a girlfriend so it brings back ease emotions making you two feel closer than usual real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me I'm a player and rushes away from me to go back inside.  I hold back.  Than I'm missing her already so I go inside to look for her.  The place is crowded and dark and couldn't find her for 10 minutes.  I go back outside and luckily I have her number so I call her.  Se picks up but i can't hear her because of the loud music. She comes outside and tells me she's been searching for me.  I tell her the same thing.  The place closes so she says bye and walks away.  I grab her by hand, pull her back and kiss her one last time.  She whispers in my ear that I'll make a great fuck.  Damn.  I have never had a great compliment like that on the first night of meeting a girl.  When you look at her, she is super hot, thin tight body and has an innocent look and to hear her talk like that blew my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one.  The chemistry was electrifying.  It does suck that I live in LA now and she's in San Diego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-847603073268400352?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/847603073268400352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=847603073268400352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/847603073268400352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/847603073268400352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/05/being-yourself.html' title='Being Yourself.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3925586129842105163</id><published>2008-03-29T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:25:08.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying My Ass Off</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote but I've been going through a lot of transitions.  Yes, I have been doing my thing but nothing out of the ordinary.  I do have to write about last night though.  Ooh was it so damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Stingeree.  We got our own bottle service in a cabana and had over a dozen girl friends come by and party out with us.  I met so many people that I knew including some of the models that were performing that night.  I was such an Alpha Male that even this one cute blond friend of mine 'sar' kissed me on my lips.  I do get alot of lip kissing from alot of girls now a days.  Usually I kiss the girls on the cheeks but the real cute ones with the confidence that dig me kisses me on the lips.  I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I drank so much.  Not only did we get our own drinks from our table, we visited other people that I knew in other tables and they all gave us drinks.  I was faded but in a good way where I can still do my thing.  I just remembered that I got a girls phone number, a tall brunette and I'm not even that interested even though she's cute.  I knew two of the models that were competing tonight and they were all over me making my ass look so damn good in front of others.  I was getting kisses all night.  I even had this one cute as model that jumped in front of me and got so excited to see me.  My boys behind me thought I was legendary after seeing me all night.  I thought I was too.  It was so damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stingeree is a high end club where you have to be looking your best and the girls are the snobbiest if you don't have any game.  I was on top of the world last night!  Tonight is another party night.  I know it's not going to be as great as last night but I always have fun.  I have to get this shit out of my system since I'll be moving back to Guam this August and believe me, there will be no sarging and partying like a wild animal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3925586129842105163?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3925586129842105163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3925586129842105163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3925586129842105163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3925586129842105163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/03/partying-my-ass-off.html' title='Partying My Ass Off'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8562212501245373386</id><published>2008-03-12T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:30:11.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarging at Costa Rica</title><content type='html'>I went to Costa Rica last week for 5 days for business trip and went out few of times at night to do my single thing.  It was amazing.  There were people from all over the world.  I met girls from Argentina, Sweden, Germany, Switzerland, Canada and bunch of state side spring breakers.  I am finding out that it really doesn't matter where they're from and how old they are.  They all act the same.  They'll be bitchy if you approach wrong but be open if you do it right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 'sarging' for half a year now, I am coming to a conclusion that a &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;pick up routine&lt;/a&gt; is just a training wheel to learn how to communicate with girls.  Pick up lines such as openers are a fun way of starting out a conversation.  Neg's are a entertaining way to pick on the cute girls just to bring their ego down a bit.  All this is really unnecessary when you 'pick up' girls at any place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What works is be yourself during conversations.  Don't change to try to please a girl.  Be confident and that can be as simple as acting like you're a rockstar by leaning back, talking slower and not being so into the girl.  Okay, so you can't really be your total self at first, if you're a dork that is:)  Hey, I'm a dork.  Confidence and teasing them in a cocky funny way is the big key to success.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten used to using direct openers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I noticed you earlier and wanted to know who you are.  What's your name?'  Or even simple as 'What's your name?'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this at a rockstar posture and high level of confidence.  I had one hot girl look at me with the look of high defense (disgust) for the first second but after she checked me out up and down, seeing how calm and cool I was, leaning back and talking in a cool tone that she literally opened up right in front of my eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chilled at the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Costa Rican, Tamarindo&lt;/span&gt; beach most of the day.  I approached this cutie with a tight body relaxing in the water and just said what's up, where you from.  We talked a little, shook hands and let her go.  Later, I approached her at the beach and had her rub sun block all over me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clubs, I even used my little brother's line, the natural PUA and said to two cute girls.  Hey, you guys are sitting on my chair but since you two seem cool, you can have it for a while.  They were all apologetic and then asked for my name.  We talked a bit and then I asked them an opener line 'Let me ask you two something.  Do you think it's cheating if your boyfriend was at your home town and you're here but then you get drunk and make out with some random person?'  After I let them go, one of them kept hanging out where I was and the other would make kissing faces at me through the night.  I really wasn't that interested though and I was on chill mode most of the time I was in Costa Rica so I just entertained it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The places to go in Costa Rica, Tamarindo is Monkey Bar Friday night, Pacifico Sunday night and Rey Sol Monday night.  It's a small street on the beach and each club takes turn opening at night so there is only one bar to go to per night.  Email me for more info if you're planning on going there which I highly recommend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the girls, I actually really liked this cute canadian girl, Christina.  We just connected and were in the same radio frequency if you know what I mean.  So damn pretty and cool.  I would've taken it further if it wasn't for a local home boy who was really into her and was trying to date her for the past month.  I really liked the guy, he was cool Costa Rican guy.  He told me how he doesn't have a family because his parents and sister all died of a car accident.  That hit me pretty hard.  His motto and all Costa Rican motto is Pula Vida (pure life).  I couldn't disrespect the guy and we ended becoming friends.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I eject, I always give them kisses on each side of their cheeks and sometimes say 'I'm going to go back to my friends but I want you to know that after talking and getting to know you, you are a sexy girl.'  That's one thing about me that I still haven't mastered.  I can't seem to chill with one girl for too long.  I just eject once I find nothing to talk about or if it's going no where.  Than again, this allows me to talk to many girls and when I do come back to them later, they hug me and we're like friends.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sarged way too much that week and it all kinda went the same.  It's getting a bit repetitive, obviously.  The big reason why routines should be avoided after being comfortable talking to girls.  Don't get me wrong, it's still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 4 guys, part of the business group that I was with, who stood around and complained how girls at the bar were still snobby like the state side.  It's very entertaining to see that having game can make night life so fun and when guys see you talk to all these pretty girls, you instantly become an Alpha male of the group and they'll buy you drinks and want to hang out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction can't be understood.  Out of 15 or so girls I hit on, 1 really stood out.  I don't know why?  They were all very pretty and fun to talk to but Christina, Canadian girl stood out.  Maybe it's a preference that triggers your brain because subconsciously you had a good experience with a girl that looked like her when you were young.   Maybe it's how she gamed you.  Maybe it's the way she smell or the way she talks.  Maybe it's her boob and ass size.  I'll look more into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided after all this experience that I'm going to go back home to Guam end of this year.  Costa Rica reminded me of home with the tropical hot weather and the cool and mellow life style.  I'm going to learn a lot more about girls psychology through out this year and and then settle down back home.  Guam is no place to sarge.  Small population and we know everybody so my sarging days will be over.  Here in San Diego, there are different girls every damn night I go out and it's full of hot ones.  Pretty girls are really common.  I never see the same girl more than twice.  Amazing.  Infinite amount of girl to hit on.  I always feel like it's Christmas and all this wonderful gifts to unwrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week and next week is Spring Break.  Time to mack on college spring breakers:)  Why do we have to like the young pretty ones so much.  It must the young attitude and highly energy.  Maybe because they are the prettiest at that age, 18-23.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8562212501245373386?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8562212501245373386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8562212501245373386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8562212501245373386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8562212501245373386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/03/sarging-at-costa-rica.html' title='Sarging at Costa Rica'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-7274252180223552828</id><published>2008-03-05T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:26:23.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan's PUA technique</title><content type='html'>I'm going to lay out my personal &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;PUA technique&lt;/a&gt;.  You guys may use this routine and let me know how it goes.  Keep in mind that you also must have a 'rockstar' posture.  Speak loud but a bit slower like you're cool.  Lean back.  Don't lean forward to hear her.  Have her lean to you.  Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a way to open up the girl without having her reject you right away.  Best way to do so is with an opinion opener or a direct opener.  Two openers that I really enjoy using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinion Opener: Can I get a your opinion on something?  My friends and I are trying to resolve this issue.  Do you think it's cheating if you kiss someone else when you're drunk? Is it cheating if the girlfriend kisses other girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct Opener: Can I be honest with you?  I really don't know why but I am attracted to you.  What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you throw in a quick time restraint:  I can't stay long, I have to meet up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demonstrating that I have higher value than they do by having them qualify them self to me:  You know what?  You seem really cool.  Do you consider yourself to be adventurous?  What do you do?  What do you want to do when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to then move them, even if it's couple of feet.  It's a psychological sense of going on a quick date:  Let's move over there for a second.  This place is way too loud.  There's something cool I want to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then create attraction by eiter showing them palm reading, cube routine, ring routine and my latest favorite, ancient chinese massage technique: My ex girlfriend was a massage therapist and she showed me this technique she learned from a Chinese guru.  Let me see your hand real quick.  (Hold her hand and massage her outer palm)  If you rub here for 10 minutes or so, your headache will go away and you'll know it's working if you feel a tingle in your leg.  Do you feel it?  (Of course this is bullshit but if she likes you she may say she kinda feels it)  Here if you rub here (as you rub another part of her palm) you can get rid of your headache, you can tell because your chest will start to get a little warmer.  Can you feel that?  Okay, now I showed you a chinese secret, pinky promise that you won't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important that you 'kino' escalate her.  Touching is the best way to create physical attraction but make sure they are light touches only in appropriate spots like elbow, lower back, hands, ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now for the comfort phase.  Build rapport by asking about her personal life and giving out your personal information and such.  You can than get her phone number at this point 99.99% of the time.  Give her your phone so she can put it in herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great way to kiss close this one is the 3 kiss routine.  Tell her to give you a kiss on your one cheek, pointing to it, then the other then point to your lips.  Hooaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-7274252180223552828?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7274252180223552828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=7274252180223552828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/7274252180223552828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/7274252180223552828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/03/logans-pua-technique.html' title='Logan&apos;s PUA technique'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-4026250887950424048</id><published>2008-03-05T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:13:36.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas!</title><content type='html'>I went to Las Vegas for the first time this last weekend!  I went with a group of 18 people so it was a bit tough to pick up girls without having to leave them.  We also shared a 2 bedroom suite between 10 of us, so there was no privacy.  We partied from friday til sunday morning with only 3 hours of sleep with couple of us that didn't sleep at all.  Crazy, I know.  It was the party favor that allowed us to party that long without having to crash out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we headed to the Bank club and two other clubs that I can't recall.  Yes I was fucked up but in a great way.  I had my digital camera so I would go up to cute girls and ask them to be in my pictures and the great thing about it is that they all would say yes with enthusiasm.  They'll pose close to me.  This is a great way to open up a girl or two.  To be honest, I didn't sarge that much out here.  I was there for my friends birthday and she made sure that I don't wonder off with some other girl on her birthday celebration.  I had to be a gentleman and stick around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended at 7 in the morning and we went back to our suite, slept for an hour and a half and headed to the jacuzzi.  I noticed a girl chilling by herself so I walked up to her and basically invited her to party with us.  I gave her my number and told her to call me.  She texts me later saying how hot I was and that she wants me to invite her over and she has some party favors as well.  She comes over, meets my friends and tells me that she can't go party with us because her girlfriend is being lame and wants to stay in for the night.  Must've been bullshit but she told me to call her later so we can hang out alone as she fondles my body.  She wanted some action from me but I just didn't have the time so I just left it at that and partied some more all over Vegas.  Everything felt like a dream and the fun lasted the whole weekend.  I don't have any pick up stories here except that I made small talks with as much cute girls I can.  The girls here were the same with the girls in san diego and LA.  They are all snobby and I saw many guys get blown away.  So it just goes to show now a days, we have to have a tight game to make shit happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed off to Costa Rica this week.  I'll do better and will report back with more info.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-4026250887950424048?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4026250887950424048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=4026250887950424048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4026250887950424048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4026250887950424048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/03/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas!'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-5980401109245982805</id><published>2008-02-26T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:46:12.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Falling in Love&lt;/a&gt;.  No I'm not in love but wouldn't this eventually happen after meeting and dating so many great women?  Once you start the habit of understanding women's psychology, knowing how to talk to them and collecting numbers, beautiful girls will evolve around you.  Other girls can even sense that from you too?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls are so damn attractive that it still becomes difficult to talk without having to be so nervous.  They never stop testing you.  I love to hang out and talk about &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;love and relationships&lt;/a&gt; with my good friend Breezy.  She's exotic (half white and half asian), a massage therapist, an entrepreneur and an exotic dancer who recently was in Hollywood shooting for playboy.  We go out together sometimes and believe me, having a girl like her makes other girls open up easily and their defense goes down instantly.  This makes it easier to get to know a girl, not that I have a problem without her but still, it's different and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky.  I go to her anytime I feel stressed and she will give me a professional massage even if it's midnight on a weekday!  I learn alot from her experiences with men.  She has dated many rich guys, no she's not a gold digger, because of her status.  She recently told me about this one millionaire who bought her a volvo car because he was so into her.  He eventually became a stalker and freaked her out.  Yes, money alone cannot help you get the girl to fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was fun.  I went on a lunch date with my 10 (Mel), 3 dates with 3 different beautiful girls, 1 booty call, and a 2 birthday parties.  One of the girl is 18 years old and the other was 19.  I know,  pretty damn young but they are so damn pretty.  One was a blond with big boobs and the other was a brunette, taller, thinner and with bigger boobs.  Going on a date with a 18 year old is no different than going with a 29 year old.  It's just that the older the girl is, the less games she will play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one was Cha, the one that I like.  I got to meet Cha's parents since I went her mom's birthday party this week.  I don't write the girl's full name, just the first 3 letters.  Her parents were so damn cool and fun.  They loved me.  The father was a entrepreneur and a millionaire and we talked business most of the time.  This topic fascinates me since I too am a entrepreneur.  I have two small business running and have two more being built as we speak. It's easy to start having emotions with your date when you get along so well with their parents.  This emotion is common.  I'm sure you experienced it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a phone number of a cute short haired brunette at my gym.  She kinda resembles Angelina Jolie without that sex appeal and skinnier.  I see her at my gym so I'm not going to push this one.  I'm going to take this for a long slow ride.  I don't want to make going to the gym awkward for anybody.  I simply went up to her and said 'I just wanted to meet you since I keep seeing you around.  What's your name?".  They just want to be talked to.  Girls are more frustrated with guys looking as if they're interested, staring all the time and not saying hi.  She works as a graphic designer at a candle company so I asked her to hook me up with a candle with a smell that sets a relaxing mood since I'm so busy and need something to relax sometimes.  She said she'll hook it up.  After I got dressed, I walked straight to her while she was in the treadmill and with everyone looking and asked for her phone number sp we can coordinate our candle exchange.  She complimented my iPhone and gave me her number.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her later in the week and left a message saying to call me 'because i have something quick that i needed to ask her'.  She never called back and later in the week she told me at the gym that it was essential that I leave my phone number next time so she can call back.  Duh!  I told her I my friends were performing in a band and that I wanted her to come kick it with us.  She said she'll be down whenever there is a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my business is that I'm a photographer for wedding, portraits, models and most recently bands.  I made friends with a local rock producer here in san diego and he's got 20 some bands under him.  He loves my work and uses me to photograph most of his bands.  Being a photographer has it's perks.  Especially with the ladies since so many girls ask me to take sexy photos of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out that one girl I took out couple weeks ago is in porn and the stripper girl I got the phone number from is also another porn actress.  I was so shocked.  2 girls I picked up were in porn!  I kissed close one but didn't bother to follow up on a date because I just didn't feel like it.  Now I feel like it:)  It was a same porn company so I was able to see them both while I was surfing that site.  No, I don't pay for a porn membership.  I'm too cheap for that.  I have a friend who works at that company so he gave me a free membership:)  It is such a turn on to find that out.  I am going to take the one of them out again.  I found out through myspace that the other one is married with a kid so I'll stay away from that.  Yes, I am picky:)  You can too when you have the options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends would always say that the reason that they don't talk to all kinds of girls at bars and parties is that they're picky.  I always tell them that how can you be picky when you don't have the options to be picky from.  It's a self defense mechanism from being rejected.  Have a handful of girls that you date and then you can be picky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I drop the 19 year old off from a dinner date and go to a birthday party to meet with my friends.  I'm thinking maybe later I will take her out again since she loved hanging out with me but this next couple of weeks is going to be busy since I have vegas and Costa Rica for a business trip.  Hotels and plane tickets all paid for.  Fuck, I can't wait to go there and sarge my ass off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two friends got alot to offer but just don't talk to girls.  They want to, they even know 'the game' but still don't have the guts to go say hi.  They even used to be on top of their games when they were younger but now at the age of 30, they have become insecure a bit.  I try to push them but they just stand there and make excuses.  I'll keep pushing.  That's what friends are for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk up to this two girls and simply ask them to come over to have a conversation with us.  They were more than happy to come and say hi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, especially at parties, we are all there to meet people.  Most guys just stand around expecting something to happen.  You don't even have to have an opener at parties.  Guards are usually down since it's at someone's home and everybody is usually a friend or a friend of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asks the girls if they wanted a drink and he took off to get them.  I tell the girls that I don't get girls drinks and that I get the girls to go get me drinks.  I say this in a &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;cocky funny&lt;/a&gt; way.  They both attack me in a flirty pissed way.  I then tell the cuter one that she wouldn't be able to handle a guy like me.  Oh, she loved that challenge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love the challenge.  So quit being so damn pussy whooped and give them what they want, a challenge.  You are the prize.  Understand why you have such high values and you need to qualify women to get your attention.  Don't tell her about your accomplishments and status trying to prove to them.  Share it to them later but until then have them qualify to you why they are good enough to be with you.  Have a strong identity and belief.  During conversation, if you disagree than disagree with confidence.  Don't agree to them just to try to make them feel like you are in the same page.   I know all this because I was in that chump shoe.  I know exactly what most chumps do and the reason why it's so hard to get the girl that you want.  It's good to have scripted lines but it's also great to have a strong frame.  Scripted lines help alot but don't try to rely them for the whole conversation or you'll be stuck.  Have a strong frame, meaning that it's what you make of it.  Small example would be that if you tell a group of people that the party is getting boring and you say it with such believe than they all start to think that.  Same concept when meeting girls.  When you go talk to a girl with a frame that she is the one that's trying to get in your pants and not the other way around and you show that with a strong body language and tone, she will believe that it is true.  'Framing' is the most powerful psychological tool in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After throwing that challenge, the blond was on me all night.  She would even throw glances at me when talking to other guys.  I threw a middle finger at her when she looked.  I thought it was flirty.  She's one of the girl that lived in the house where the party was held.  Later when I told her I was leaving, she throws me a soft punch on my shoulder and gives me a hug bye.  She's cute but I'm seeing people who are hotter and I don't want anymore in my plate right now so I didn't bother with the number.  I'll be seeing her around since we roll out with her new roommate from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blond girl keeps looking across the way.  I overhear them getting ready to leave.  I walk up to the 3 girls and start a conversation.  One of the girl was really fat and unattractive but I treated her exactly the same way with the other two cutie.  Let them understand that you aren't attracted to the cute one just yet.  I cut it short and talk a bit more to the cute one and leave them.  I talk and just walk away many times just to make sure that I don't have the fear of rejection and have the habit to socialize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a date with the 18 year old again this week and I'm off to Las Vegas friday afternoon til sunday evening.  I have never been there.  I am going to talk to every cute girl there and throw all the games that I have.  I can't wait.  I'm also going with a crazy group who loves to party and get down.  One couple loves to fuck in front of us and that's an entertainment on it's own.  I'll keep you guys posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-5980401109245982805?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5980401109245982805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=5980401109245982805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/5980401109245982805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/5980401109245982805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/02/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in Love'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-4210783154976651143</id><published>2008-02-18T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:52:47.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming</title><content type='html'>I am overwhelmed with the amount of girls that I know and talk to and yet still haven't hooked up with most of them.  It's too much to even remember who to call.  I have to slow this down a bit or come up with a method that'll allow me to hook up with them faster.  I'm going to have to start that this week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I got invited to hang with at a private concert party with a group of friends.  I went to dinner with Cha and then went to the concert with the group right after.  All the girls got drunk and I was molested by all the girls through out the night.  Ass being groped, holding me, dancing with me, i was a piece of meat to them and I liked it.  Later that night Bon showed up, the HB I took out last week and it was a bit weird.  They all knew I went out with her and Cha on dates and it felt good that I was a prize like that.  Jealousy is a strong way to create attractions.  I'm thinking I need to quit talking to Bon so I don't create too much drama within the group.  Haha, who am I kidding, I love drama.  I'm going to ask Bon for a second date.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon and her friend leaves and the rest of us head to a different venue.  Cha gets too drunk and vomits everywhere in which I clean up and had her sleep on my lap for an hour as the rest of the crew is just chilling.  It's okay.  I like Cha so I don't mind being a gentlemen and just taking care of her for the rest of the night.  She thanked me for that the next day and told me she'll never forget what I've done for her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I head out to local bar to meet up with some of my friends girl friends.  Damn, out of 5 girls only one was cute so I talked to her and she gets really into the conversation.  My friend's gf tells me she's married so I try to ignore her for the rest of the night.  I don't mind fucking around with a girl that has a boyfriend but a husband is a no go for me.  I have to draw the line somewhere and I find marriages to be very sacred.  My friend's gf tells me later that her friend said this about me 'I'm not into Asian guys but dammmnn'.  Too bad I didn't think she was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I leave the girls and head to a house party.  It was a Mexican singles  party but luckily i see a white girl out of group.  Don't get me wrong, I love latinas but to try to hook up with the hot one in front of all the big ex gang mexican dudes, there was no way I was going to fuck that up.  The white girl was tall with reddish brown hair and has big breasts.  Very attractive.  I say hi to her and tell her I just want to know her name.  I tell her that it's nice to see someone else who's not Mexican and that we should be a team.  I then tell her to have fun and just walk away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so this alot when I go out and I think it works well for me.  As soon as I see a cute girl I approach them and just say hi and that I wanted to know their name and later come back to get into deeper conversation.  My theory is that she has me in the back of her mind and she'll get curious since my approach is very confident then when I come back later, she'll be more open to want to get to know me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I see her sitting down next to a guy but they're not really talking so I approach her and tell her that I want to take her to a different area to have a good conversation.  She comply and follow me out.  A guy cock blocks and keeps talking to us stopping me from talking to the girl (Ann).  I glimpse at Ann for help since the guy kept talking to me most.  I think he's bisexual and is actually hitting on me.  As soon as another guy says what's up to him, I grab Ann and walk away arm in arm.  I tell her she failed at helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am leaning back on a pole talking to Ann.  I ask her personal questions and even throw in the psychological routine.  The guy comes back and he's talking to her like crazy over me.  He must've bene upset I walked away and is now trying to take her away from me.  She tells the guy that she'll talk to him later after she talks to me so he walks away.  Haha.  That shit was so awesome to see and I am just leaning back on the wall the whole time like I don't give a fuck.  I look into her eyes as much as I could but those breasts were so nice and cleavage so damn exposed it was a bit difficult.  She tells me she's only 19 years old.  I tell her she's too young for me.  I get her number anyways and tell her I'll call her from time to time and see how her life's going.  No 19 is not too young for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comes around and I am photographing a hot ass blond girl.  This allows me to learn how to hang out with a 10 all day and not be fazed by her beauty.  I tease her, call her a dork and show interest only for what she does and has accomplished.  She gets comfortable being in her underwear in front of me and I don't show that much interest.  We have plans for dinner for a later time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a date with my 10, Mel, tomorrow.  I'm planning on taking her to dinner and than to a fancy place for dessert and wine.  This girl is on the top of my list so it's fucked my mind up.  I don't want to mess this up.  She is half chamorro (guamanian native) however I have to pull the trigger and that's my plan for tomorrow.  At least a kiss before she gets way to comfortable with me and just want to be friends.  After that I'm sure it'll get alot more comfortable for me.  I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-4210783154976651143?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4210783154976651143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=4210783154976651143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4210783154976651143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4210783154976651143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/02/overwhelming.html' title='Overwhelming'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3949556438889167520</id><published>2008-02-11T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:53:58.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Improving on Dating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Improving on Dating&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a date Friday night with a HB (Hot blonde).  We got some dinner and made a mistake taking her to a club/bar.  For some weird reason, taking a date to a club just doesn't work.  The environment is so different that I couldn't even talk to her and the same from her as well.  So we quickly drank our drink and took off to my place.  We had a glass of wine and I kissed her a bit.  I didn't go any further because she left a tampon wrapper in my bathroom trash can.  I called her on it and I thought it was funny.  I asked her if she wanted to kiss me.  She said maybe.  I said lets find out and I went for it.  She left after hanging out a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was a total failure.  I went out with my homies.  My friend was suppose to meet a girl he was checking out but she text him last minute while we were at the club and said that she wasn't going to make it. I had the mentality of being my boys wingman so it threw me off a bit when they decided not to show.  I just didn't have the want and the energy to do anything else.  However, there was this hot ass 10 that came into the club.  Forget about it.  This girl was a damn 11 and taller.  She even walked around with that snobby look.  I love a challenge.  I went up to her and started talking to her.  She had this snobby reaction and I made it seem like I was going to walk away and the good thing was that she would start a conversation when I stopped stopped talking.  For some weird reason I just didn't like her and not interest and just walked away.  She was phenomenally hot but I got bored.  I just didn't feel like it.  I did this two more times to other girls and with all of them I just walked away without even saying bye and in the middle of a conversation.  I just got bored.  We went and got some burritos and went home.  Oh well.  With attractive girls it's just so much damn game that if you fuck up once than recovering can be a bitch.  I'm exhausted.  I have 2 jobs and run 2 small business on the side.  I'm also trying to balance out my single life on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night I went out with a girl that I picked up last week.  I got her number within 3 minutes and set up a date for Sunday night.  She really wasn't my type but I loved her personality.  She was older, my age, and she was a total nerd like how I am.  We both collected comic books in the past, enjoyed comic con and played video games.  I took her to dinner, took her to my place and than asked her if she wanted to kiss me.  She said yes.  So we made out and I progressed further.  Every time I went a step further she would say no so I would say, 'yeah that's bad' and step back a bit, continue what i was doing and move forward anyways.  This went on all the way until we finally fucked.  She left after.  Weird how I just saw this as a practice.  Sex was definitely fun and enjoyable especially there wasn't too much game that I had to play.  I'm almost numb now.  The girls I actually do like plays it so damn hard to get that I just get fuckin tired and bored of going all the way through.   I think I need a little vacation or maybe, I need to keep the 6's for fast fuck and the 10's as  gaming work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3949556438889167520?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3949556438889167520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3949556438889167520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3949556438889167520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3949556438889167520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/02/improving-on-dating.html' title='Improving on Dating.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-6841013867734504843</id><published>2008-02-05T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:54:37.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence in Body Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Building confident body language to pick up the girls&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that after learning and applying myself out in the field, ultimately, showing that you're confidence can take you further than anything else.  Don't get me wrong, I do believe in properly sequencing emotions to get the girl but it's becoming bad to sticking to a script all the way through.  Especially with PUA becoming so mainstream, we have to be careful not to say to a girl what she's seen on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been probably the best week.  I went back to the strip joint and got the bartender's phone number.  Looked her up in myspace and she is married with a kid.  I think I should stay away from her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, big group of us head to Stingeree.  The blond girl 'Cha'I'm interested in was there with the group so I entertained her for a while.  One of our female friends brings in a short blond 'Bon'and all the guys start talking about how cute she is.  No one was doing anything about it so I stepped in.  Obviously, since she was part of the group there was no need for any openers.  I just said hi and chatted a bit.  I tell her to come over and meet the rest of the crew so I threw her to the guys and I lean back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying hi to everyone, she goes to her girlfriend.  Couple minutes later, I see her looking at me from a distance.  I wave her to come over while I stand there like a rock star all leaning back.  She comes over and we talk.  She's all over me, touching me and really getting into our conversation.  She wanted to find her friend so I tell her I'm going to help and take her hand and lead her to the second floor.  I take her to a quiet place and continue our conversation, away from everybody and away from the girl that I like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing with fire here.  This short blond is close friend who is also a close friend to the girl I like.  The problem is that the girl I like is almost non sexual and she's more of a girlfriend material, super easy going, cool as hell, drama free and has her head straight.  Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the shorty 10 'Mel', that I am attracted to appears out of no where with her friends and surprises me.  She text and tried to call me to say hi while she saw me at the club but I didn't hear my cell.  Yes!  I must've looked so good talking to a cute blond who was all over me while my 10 was watching.  I say hi and let the 10 go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the blond back to the group and take some of the guys to walk around.  I open up a 3 set and tell the black girl 'I would like to be honest with you.  I'm not normally attracted to black women but you are very beautiful'.  She was.  Light skin, hazel brown eyes and very sweet.  You would think that I would get slapped for saying something like that but it's always how you say it and not what you really say.  She response by saying she was thinking the same about me since I was Asian.  My two boys talk to the other two girls and they instantly hit it off.  I get her phone number and urge my friend to get his girl's number which he did. We switched talking to each other's girl and the new girl I was talking to was all over me trying to dance with me.  Since my friend already got her number, I behaved accordingly.  My friends were impressed on how easy I do it.  It's all about that confidence and the sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to my group and back to Cha.  Her little friend asks me real loud in front of Cha where my new friend is and that she saw us holding hands and walking away.  I ignore her comment and whisper to Cha "I'm very concerned that you are on my mind more than I want it to be."  She started showing me more interest by dancing with me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want to tell a girl that you like her, do not ever tell her straight out that you like her.  Always uses clever lines like I just used to show that you are still higher in value.  Once you let the girl know that you really like her than it's game over for your ass.  Straight compliments only work if she already likes you alot or after you guys have fucked.  They have the upper hand at that point.  I don't even like it when a girl tells me that straight out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the short blond two days later and set up a date for Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have have another date Sunday from another girl I got a number from.  Saturday night we went out in Encinitas and a brunette girl was waiting outside by herself for a friend.  I say hi and talk to her and find out that she's a black belt in Kenpo.  I'm a martial artist and have been all my life so this one caught my attention.  She showed me her badass tattoo of a dragon on her right side of her body and a tiger on the other.  Hot.  I ask for her number telling her that we need to continue this discussion at a later time.  She had this pleasant surprise about me asking for the number which made me feel good.  We'll see how this goes Sunday.  Sex can be rough I can imagine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in waiting to call back.  I call back the next day while the memory is still fresh.  You can show them you're still badass without having to wait so many days.  My biggest worry now is do I try and hook up with the short blond Bon knowing it might leak to Cha.  Shit.  Sometimes single life can be dramatic as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-6841013867734504843?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6841013867734504843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=6841013867734504843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/6841013867734504843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/6841013867734504843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/02/confidence-in-body-language.html' title='Confidence in Body Language'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-4607466016616422022</id><published>2008-01-31T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:55:06.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strip Joints.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;Pick up a stripper&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently found Cajun's Keys to the VIP video and I have to tell you, he is the man.  It was perfection.  Check out the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a4uPpMbVhY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a4uPpMbVhY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that Cajun teaches is the whole body approach.  You need to come off like youre a real rockstar.  Head tilted up and bringing it down when talking to a girl and bring it back up.  Talk slower and make it sound more meaningful.  Basically how to be confident from your posture.  I love it.  It has brought my game in another level.  They see the confidence even before opening my mouth.  Let's test it out at a strip club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever once in a while, I'll stop by a strip joint for some hotdog and coke and a little entertainment for lunch.  To day was a good one.  I go inside and get my food and drink and notice that there is a hot short blond bartender.  I gotta say a 9 cute.  Cutest I've seen at a strip club.  I kept my cool and the rockstar attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep a straight face with little emotional reaction.  The whole time a dancer would come up and talk I would mention something away from her dancing and about her.  I chilled a bit and went to the bartender to finish my drink there.  The cute blond and I started talking, building comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got aggressive and straight says's "You're cute. "&lt;br /&gt;I tell her "You're not too bad yourself."&lt;br /&gt;She giggles.  She asks "So, do you work out? You have a nice body."&lt;br /&gt;I say "Were you checking me out and looking at my ass?"&lt;br /&gt;She says she was and tells me she's very visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about the kind of clubs we like to go to.  She was giving me the signs that shows she's attracted.  Starting conversations when I stop talking. The obvious bluntness of her telling me I'm good looking and has a nice body.  Asking me about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her "Your boyfriend must be very lucky."&lt;br /&gt;She says "My boyfriend is very lucky since he gets away with alot of shady shit."&lt;br /&gt;I say "Where can I buy someone like you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continues to ask me about the clubs so this shows me that she is still game although she has a boyfriend.  I sensed it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just than a dancer that kinda has a crush on me that I'm not too interested in comes by and gives me this jealous look and stands between me and the cute blond.  I went there twice total within the last 2 months for lunch and she gave me some hard idea that she's interested in me but I think she's a 6 so I'm passing.  I'm not going to run through hoops so I say bye and head out.   The blond told me she was off on weekends so I'll maybe check her out next week to get her number, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-4607466016616422022?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4607466016616422022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=4607466016616422022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4607466016616422022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4607466016616422022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/01/strip-joints.html' title='Strip Joints.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8177653839736373533</id><published>2008-01-11T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:26:30.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating.</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you what the heck the United States did to us American men and women.  First off, majority of the girls in other countries in Europe, Asia and even the North Pole (santa's elves)  all love American men because we generally put women up in the pedestal.  Women are treated pretty badly compared to America over there.  Guys are more ruthless and some countries, it's legal to beat your wife.  Crazy, I know.  So you will always hear when your friends travel to other countries, girls flock to their presence once they find out that they're Americans.  Of course them wanting to get a visa in some cases don't hurt either.  The way those non American women treat their men is amazing.  They will worship you practically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In America, it's not the girls fault that most of them has to act like a bitch to you.  It's not their fault that they will test you and stop calling you and ignore your phone calls after you fail the test.  It's our fault.  Women have so much power that they are about to become the president of the United States (Hillary Clinton) and rule over us men.  We did this.  Go to a club and sit back and watch what happens.  This is so damn typical.  A guy goes over to the girl and flocks all over them, offers to buy them drinks instantly and tries to hang around them like they got no other life.  It looks pathetic and it's common.  I was there man.  I was that nasty guy.  It's the way our mom's raised us.  Ask a hot girl what they're used to at clubs and bars.  They are used to hundreds of guys doing the same thing to get their attention and all because they are physically attractive.  Hot women are way too experienced in social behavior with male encounter.  So they have to be defensive, they have to be selective and yes, they have to be bitchy just to get the point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within last few months, I've been on many dates (all 9's and 10's) and here is what works best from trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the most important rule of dating.  You have to create your own frame.  You are the one in charge and whatever reality that you want to live is what needs to happen.  Don't ask her, tell her.  Don't wait for permission, give it.  Don't find out what she wants to do, you just pick it and set it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit being so damn whimpy and needy and be a man.  A 'man' can only be defined by a woman and being a 'woman' can only be defined by a man or else the definition will be bias if defined by the same sex.  Woman wants a confident, a bit cocky in a funny way (David Deangleo), higher status, who can give them multiple emotional feelings from jealousy to surprised to sadness to happiness,  who can seduce them and who can be 'normal' around them.   How do we act in front of our homies and sisters.  We tease them.  We are cool with them.  If I call them and they don't pick up it's no big deal.  If i make plans with them and it doesn't fall through, it's no big deal, we'll do it next time.  Notice when you're with a hot girl, you tend to get really nice and submissive and try to impress the girl by making sure you don't offend them and asking them how they feel.  You try to show off how rich you are or the things that you do.  Most guys don't act like themselves.   This will never work if you're looking for the girl that you want to be with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them know that we are hanging out and never mention that we're 'dating'.  Always let them understand that we're hanging out as friends and nothing more.  If something romantic comes out of it than great but I am not expecting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever invite yourself in to the girls home no matter what.  I have female friends who constantly complain about this and the shit they gotta do to try to give them the hint to leave is so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, tell them to meet you at your place.  Invite them inside for a second so you can 'grab your stuff'.  This is so that they become familiar with your home so that maybe later they won't feel so unsure about coming over since they already came over once.  (Deangelo's idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cocky and funny.  Tell them things like, you guys are now married and should plan a trip to an exotic country and shock the beach on goers by you two making out wearing a nun and a priest outfit.  Stories like this implies that you are sexually interested in her but without actually telling her.  It's also funny and girls love this kid of interactions way more than simple questions and answer sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push Pull.  Hold her hands than pull away and let her know she's being way too pushy.  Put your arms around her than slightly push her away when ever you feel that she is getting into it.  Girls are like cats.  You give them a little bit of that string than pull it away and you will see the cat going crazy and want it more and chase that string.  Give her the whole ball of yarn and she'll play with it for a second and walk away.  Put the cat on your lap and she will want to jump away soon but push her away and she will want to come after your lap and affection.  Us guys, we're dogs.  Just give us a bone and we're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to multiple venues so that it's like going on multiple dates.  Take her to a local concert but on the way stop by to get something to munch on real fast.  Get a drink at a local bar first.  Stop by a nice area to walk around, arm in arm and chat for couple of minutes.  She will feel more comfortable with you this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the date, invite her over to your place so you can show her some photos, video, the book you talked about.  However, let her know, you will need to kick her out because you have to wake up early tomorrow for work so she can only stay couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid to touch her.  'Kino escalate', thank you Mystery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my theory.  If you want to keep her as a friend and want to have a friendly relationship with her after the sex is over than don't do anything more than kissing that night.  You need to build strong comfort.  If you want to just fuck than move on and that's a whole different session of education.  Never tell them you want to be with them for the long run if that's not your plan.  Girls will get hurt and it's fucked up to emotionally hurt them like that.  When they finally give in, girls put their emotions into it.  They will be cool with the fact that you're only looking for some fun and not interested in a serious relationship.  Women need sex too you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8177653839736373533?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8177653839736373533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8177653839736373533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8177653839736373533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8177653839736373533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/01/dating.html' title='Dating.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3081201933219854431</id><published>2008-01-07T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:36:05.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Mistake!</title><content type='html'>Hillary was this cutest girl I have met so far.  Black hair with big bright blue eyes and an awesome personality.  I made the biggest mistake with Hillary this week.  So bad that I had to delete her number and completely forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, my roll dogs and friends were all going to downtown and or too busy to go out so I decided to go out by myself.  I went to my favorite place Yogi's.  Awesome as ever again.  I started alone with a drink in hand and just hanging out watching people.  I mingled with couple of people but just to mingle and get my energy started.  Luckily the bouncer was cool with me and eventually and coincidentally met some of my acquaintances so I chilled with them.  I went to the back to smoke and Jare the bouncer was there.  I started a conversation with a brunette by telling her that she was cute and had a really innocent look to her.  She thought I was joking with her but I told her it's how I feel right now.  She complied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, surprisingly, complimenting on the girls look as my approach has been working the best for me.  I think this only works when the girl is physically attracted back.  Gotta narrow this down more on logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and she was all over me.  She was talking to me so close that her body was touching mine.  Than all of a sudden she introduces me to her husband nearby.  I was surprised but i quickly made friends with the husband.  I excused myself and went back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I than see this gorgeous girl.  Hillary.  I see that an acquaintance of mine was taking her group's photo and trying to work himself in but the girls were showing a little resistance.  He than brings me over to introduce them.  I tell them they need to spread out because all the shy guys here are having a hard time approaching them.  I than say hi to Hillary.  She introduces herself and we got to instantly comfort building.  I moved her around the bar hand in hand.  She wanted my phone number and wanted to hang out again already. She buys me a shot.  She even says no to her girlfriends inviting her to party somewhere else so she can stick around the bar.  I was too damn shocked to see it so damn fast we were escalating without me doing hardly anything and i was so damn attracted to her.  You know that feeling when you see someone for the first time and your stomach just drops.  It's psychological.  I than see my female friend Mel and I get pulled away from Hillary for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel is a fucking 10 if not more.  She looks like Kate Beckinsale and is friendly as fuck.  I"m so damn attracted to her and I'm photographing her this week.  I made up my mind I'm going in when I see her, at least 1st base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised to see Mel there, I talked to her for a bit and went back to Hillary.  She really wanted me to hang out with her.  I can just sense that.  Her starting conversations.  Her complying to my touches.  It was on.  It was damn crowded in there.  A guy friend of hers started talking to her and at the same time, the married girl started talking to me.  So we got separated and I see Hillary walking away with the other guy.  She gives me that look like she'll be back.  I go to Mel and hang with her and the guy she's with and the guy tells her he thinks I'm really cool.  Points for me.  Mel tells me that she's single now.  Fuck yes!  I forget the time and try to find Hillary but she's gone.  I was so damn disappointed that I didn't get her number when she suggested us exchanging our number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home and since she told me alot about herself I was able to find her phone number online.  I know this was the wrong thing to do but it was love at first sight.  Big freaken mistake.   I text her the next day and she even responded back saying it was nice to meet me but I can sense that weird barrier from her.  I can't blame her.  I found her number online.  That's creepy.  It's a no no.  I than asked her to have dinner with me and she shoots a nasty text saying she's got a man and that it's not appropriate.  My heart just fell to the floor and man, is it shocking.  It's a great way to move on though.  Clean and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All girls will say they got a man if they're not interested.  Girls that have boyfriends will usually try to hide it from you as long as they can if they are interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.  Hey, at least I got hottest girl I can find in the bar to buy me a drink and walk around with me holding hands.  That's badass in it's own.  Than again this is good for me.  I am not ready to settle down since I have too much going on and can't handle a relationship.  I would've settled with this girl and fuck up my financial goals and personal responsibility.  This is a good thing that happened in my opinion.  I should never date that one girl who has a spell over you and that can make you start a war for her love.  Hillary was that one and I was lucky enough to have lost it this way.  A great experience for me.  It is so damn rare to find that girl that flips your heart like that.  I would've been so damn pussy whooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comes around and I have a date with Tam.  6 feet blond girl.  The date was very pleasant.  Had sushi and soju, went to get a beer at a local bar than hung out at my place smoking bud and laughing our asses off and building heavy comfort.  I like Mel.  She's a very sweet and fragile girl and I love how much taller she is.  Sexy and very independent and strong mind.  Not to mention her body fucking rocks.  I told her that I wasn't going to kiss her because I want to build our friendship before anything happens since we met at a bar and that sounds tacky.  I took her back to her home at 10 pm and now I feel like we have bonded in another level.  I'm going to take her out again and this time I'm going to ravage her but we'll see how it comes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3081201933219854431?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3081201933219854431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3081201933219854431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3081201933219854431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3081201933219854431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/01/huge-mistake.html' title='Huge Mistake!'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-237693523710911309</id><published>2008-01-01T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:27:31.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling.</title><content type='html'>It's been good and it's getting better every week.  From going out and meeting all different kind of women, I am finally starting to get with the same level if not higher with girls I approach now.  Last night was years eve for 2008 and me and my homie Corrida went to Yogis first then to a house party to wind down.  Yogis is the best damn place for me since it has the most beautiful blond girls in one location.  There were so damn much that I literally couldn't decide who to talk to.  It was like a little boy in Disneyland.  I was overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the night by getting my 'Beautiful' alcohol.  I could stand  anywhere and there would been a cute girl to talk to right next to you.  That's how amazing this place is and not to mention there is a more friendly atmosphere unlike loud clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my jacket off and placed it on a speaker right behind a cute brunette.  She moved away and looked at me and I said "I was going to ask you to watch my jacket for me since you were standing there all hard and tough like a bouncer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and told me she'll keep an eye on my jacket for me.  I touched her lower back and told her thank you and gave her a smile.  I could tell she was into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go to the bars a little early so that I can start the small talk and later when things get hectic and people are drunk, those girls are already comfortable with you.  For example, if you go to the dance floor when it's packed and try to creep up on a dancing girl, majority of the time she will move away from you.  If you already made small comfort building conversations earlier and than came by, they would most likely grab you to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the back to smoke and there are 2 girls smoking.  Tall blond and a brunette.  I make friends with the bouncer and I even buy him a shot since he was so cool.  He later gets us in through the back pass the long line.  He remembered me from last time and told me he remembered me since I was hanging out with cute girls last time.  That's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the two girls and say "DO you girls think that because he is a bouncer that girls will find him more attrractive?" Two girls says no.  I then ask them to do me a favor and come with me to say hi to my new bouncer friend.  They comply and follow me and I throw them to the bouncer and move away a bit.  They say hi and come back to me.  Corrida comes by and says what's up to me and asks "how do you all know each other?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Her and I (holding the tall blond by the waist and which she then grabs me also) used to date back in the days but I dumped her since she got obsesses and crazy with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then quickly says "Yeah, that was when I was crazy but now I'm not, so we're cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was opened and than she qualified herself to me.  The brunette starts to touch me and I push her hand away and tell her that I'm not that easy.  She said "Do you have any mexican in you?"  I said no.  Brunette said "Would you like some tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I got thrown a cheesy guy line at me.  Fuck Yes.  The bouncer asks why we're all laughing and I tell her but she interrupts me and tell the bouncer that I fell for the oldest trick in the book.  She than grabs my tie and the blond is behind me grinding and squeezing my chest.  I told them I'm not a piece of meat they can just take advantage of as they are grinding me in the smoking area outside.  What a fucking stud like I must've looked to all the guys outside smoking and looking.  The brunette unties my necktie and put it around my head and unbutton my shirt and the girl behid me grabs my bare chest.  I swear this is sounding like porn.  Haha.  I push both of them away and adjust my clothes and tell them I'm going inside to get more drink.  Brunette tells me that the blond is into Asian guys.  I love hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple days before I photographed a blond girl and she told me her preference of guys has always been white guys.  I hate hearing that.  At the same time, it just means that I have a bigger challenge.  I'll tell you what, after I was done photographing her, she didn't want to leave but I made her finally leave at 10 pm.  She had a boyfriend and I'm really not into fucking around with a girl who has a boyfriend unless she was a 9 or a 10.  She was a 8.5. Haha.  Excuses, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go inside and chit chat and bullshit.  Say hi to another blond friend that I'm interested in, talk a bit and I needed to get out of there to meet with a friend of ours at a small house party.  I then got the blonds phone number and leave the place.  I went to the house party, had fun with some friends and went to home at 1 since I was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I call the blond, Tam and arrange a date for this Thursday.  I tell her that we can hang out, walk around downtown and get some food and get to know each other a bit.  I make her laugh by teasing her about her height.  I tell her she can't wear high heels next time and she says that most guys are intimidated from her height.  I tell her that I'm not intimidated by her height.  Shit, she had me qualify to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tam's a new girl I am talking to now.  Spears is the one blond that made me this socializing, womanizing monster and am trying to get with her.  I got kitty's phone number couple night ago, white/philipino, that I'm trying to holler.  I'm going to be taking photos of a cute blond, Ashley, that I got the phone number from 3 days ago.  Ashley is very cute.  I only talked to her for a second and got her email adress.  She was stunned that I asked for her email and told me that no one ever asked for that before.  I told her, email was more comfortable for me.  I have my girl Candy that I hooked up with last month but I'm still interested in hooking up  and hanging out with her.  She is in Canada for a vacation and won't be back until couple weeks.  I have 5 more beautiful women from 8 to 12 in the rating who have boyfriend but doesn't mind hanging out with me by themselves.  Crazy.   I have some more numbers and emails that I lost interest in.  Yet, I am still alone most nights.  This is the next level I am in training.  I'm a brown belt in the Vensusian Art.  I am working at getting my black belt.  Fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all overwhelming right now but it's like a fast mode of learning and understanding beautiful women.  The more I go out and talk to and hook up, the more natural I become with woman.  I am going to edit my blog one day and make it into a book.  I used to be a island wide Chess champion in middle school.  I was in art club and collected comic books.  The only pussy I ever say was on a penthouse magazine.  I was deprived.  I was the nice guy from the girls most of my growing life.  This is how I developed the passion and the desire to be with beautiful woman, not to mention it's in all of our blood to start out with anyways.  My life just gave me a bigger boost than most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-237693523710911309?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/237693523710911309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=237693523710911309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/237693523710911309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/237693523710911309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2008/01/juggling.html' title='Juggling.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8568738154472859907</id><published>2007-12-28T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T10:49:40.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damage Control</title><content type='html'>I finally feel free.  Middle of 2007, before i knew about &lt;a href="http://www.themysterymethod.com/"&gt;Mystery Method&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.doubleyourdating.com/"&gt;David Deangelo&lt;/a&gt;'s Cocky and funny technique (great &lt;a href="http://www.loganpua.blogspot.com"&gt;pick up artists&lt;/a&gt;), I was a lost chump.  I was too damn nice and didn't realize that there is a heavy psychology behind communications with women.  It all changed with 'Spears'.  Spears was THE blond.  She was a 10, awesome personality and down to earth.  She liked me and was totally interested and I blew it like a chump.  This is embarrassing but I'm going to break it down to you.  I did everything that a chump does.  I called her too much.  I showed too much interest too fast.  Embrace yourself,  I even bought her a tail light bulb for her car since it was broken and dropped it off at her work with a cup of jamba juice.  Isn't life too damn weird?  Wasn't that the nice thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that timing is crucial.  Something like that can be nice but only if you guys are beyond sex.  You never want to buy or do things for her that's out of your way if you haven't had sex with her yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, needless to say, she stopped calling back and responding.  I went into her 'creeper' profile I'm sure.  Spears was THE reason why I got into teaching myself the Venusian Arts and going out to the field and just going all out weekly.  I have to thank her, not personally, for changing my whole frame.  My night life and social personality has improved.  How do you fuck up what was already given to your table?  I had to make changes.  It had to be done.  I am still learning but am now socializing with 10's like they're just dorky friends that i always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday night, after not talking to her for half a year, I asked her to come to see a band with me and as strictly as friends.  I needed her to know, I'm not looking for a girlfriend.  She hesitated but said yes, so I picked her up.  I talked to her like she was my little sister.  Teasing and calling her homie and such.  Some of my friends were at the concert already so I introduced her to all of them.  I was cool to her the whole night.  Not being around her too much.  Having her buy half of the alcohol tab.  I even had her go get me a drink at the bar while I chilled and watched the band with friends.  Couple of guys that I met, who were friend of a friend, were hitting on her after asking her if I was her boyfriend.  I encouraged and pushed her to it.  This two guys were buying her drinks and trying to get with her.  I told Spears, they were her new boyfriend and she should get them to buy me drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frame is pretty awesome.  People generally like to talk to me so Spears saw the social skills that I had.  Made friends with a band producer, bouncer, my friend's friend and I always introduced her to them.  She saw that I didn't need her to have fun.  It was late and was time to go.  She gave me a little hump with her leg wrapped around me before we stepped out of the bar.  I liked it.  We walked to my car and she held my arms the whole way.  We were a little tipsy so she told me about not wanting a boyfriend and opened up a bit.  I told her I can't even think about a girlfriend, which is true.  For a while, I do not want to get a girlfriend.  I have too much shit going on and am planning on fine tuning my sarging methods.  I was at her door for 15 minutes and we kept talking.  She didn't want to leave.  I nudged her and finally made her go home.  I am changing this shit around.  I am going to be pushing her away and she is the one that's going to hang with me.  How?  Not too sure yet but we'll see how it goes from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8568738154472859907?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8568738154472859907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8568738154472859907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8568738154472859907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8568738154472859907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/12/damage-control.html' title='Damage Control'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-1759138486213190023</id><published>2007-12-15T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:20:39.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going out without my wingmen.</title><content type='html'>Friday night.  I had two girls wanting to go watch a movie but I couldn't get ready in time to go with them.  My friend had his brother and 2 other guys visit him and were at downtown and wants me to come to see me do my thing.  The brother and friends are in their 40's and I don't want to be a monkey for them.  That's a No Go.  Breezy asks me come over to celebrate her girlfriends birthday in PB.  Bingo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never went out with Breezy before.  She's my massage therapist and a great friend.  Very entrepreneurial and we trade business informations.  She knows a lot of millionaires. Very cool person and very pretty.  Mixed race, exotic, tall and with green/brown/blue (very unique) eyes.  Just not my type physically.  I am going more towards the white girls, me being Asian and being raised in Guam with no white girls.  I just want something different for a while.  Girls I'm not used to dating.  White girls and yes, especially blonds.  If I want a girl that looks exotic and islander like, my babies mama is on top of the list.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breezy tells me that Sam and his girl is going to pick us up to go down there.  She says he's a great photographer.  Hey, I can network with the guy.  He shows up and I stand to meet the guy.  As soon as I see him, it's Sam that I videographed for his wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, me and my friends had a wedding video business and his wedding was one of them.  I admired his wife.  She was very cool and pretty and had a strong sense of frame and pulled me in.  No, I don't hit on anyone's wife.  A year later, I check up on them and find out they divorced.  Well, long story short, I hooked up with his ex wife and I knew Sam was still in love with her.    I still like her.  Her names Candy which I wrote so much about below.  I was about to leave but Breezy made me stay.  Fuck it.  It'll make a great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to Johnny V's in PB and there are handful of girls in there.  This fucking sucked going out without my wingmen.  Nina's friend got a hotel room nearby which was pimped with $1000 of alcohol.  It was mostly guys and some of their girlfriend in the group luckily one guy was cool.  He was peacocking and we instantly knew where we were coming from. Rest of them were fucking dumb asses.  I'm a pretty cool guy good looking and girls approach me at times just from my looks.  I always make friends with bouncers, managers and promoters and naturally get them to like me and to hook me up with things.  It's all about the strong frame.  Having them in your world and ideas.  Cool people could sense cool people.  Enough tooting my own horn.  However, the guys that showed up for the birthday girl and Breezy were all those losers that stand around with beer in hand and have zero games.  They also have a bland personality and have loser written all over them.  They are so fucking boring, they don't even talk to each other.  I know I'm sounding like an ass but you have seen those guys that we all desperately don't want to become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, I am walking around by myself.  I get my 'beautiful' drink and walk around the dance floor.  This girl that was dancing with a guy started putting her back to me and started rubbing me.  I thought it was cool so I just stood there not even minding it.  Breezy and birthday girl comes by and I tell them I'm making friends with this couple.  Breezy and bday girl walks off having fun.  This was fucking crazy!  The guy dancing with the girl says to me that he likes girls and guys and gave me that look!  What the Fuck.  I was disgusted and complimented as the same time.  Haha.  I walked off instantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so damn uncomfortable just walking around by myself.  I spent too much energy last night.  No excuses bitch.  Just then a big group of girls came by and one of the girl recognized me and said hi and introduced one of the girl.  The one that knows me isn't attractive and she is my neighbor blond's close friend.  My neighbor and her refers to me as the 'Hot Asian Neighbor'.  I wasn't going to hit on any of this girls.  You don't fuck with the girl friends of the girl you're kinda gaming.  Such a shame.  I walk off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a hot blond sitting by herself taking a break from her girl and guy friends from earlier. 5'5", big exposed cleavage,  nice apple bottom ass.  I was attracted to her but my energy isn't there.  Regardless, I go and say hi.  She kinda pulls back and I told her I thought she was cool and just wanted to know her a bit.  After just a minute of blah blah's I excused myself.  I wasn't feeling it and she wasn't feeling me.  I just don't have the energy right now.  I'm in chill mode.  So sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to my group and introduce myself to 2 girls that are single but are below 6 in my rating but what the heck.  I'm not going anywhere so I have to start the engine somehow.  We get shots and after 2 shots and chatting with the 2 girls, my energy is up.  This two girls were into me.  One of them talking to me with her boobs rubbing on my arm.  I love that kino the best.  I say what's up to Sam and his girl and his girl was flirty.  She's touching breezy's ass and bumping me with her own ass.  No, I'm not going to try to take this girl from him which would've been too damn easy.  I'm not that much of an asshole.  I laugh and walk away from the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go outside to smoke and notice the hot blond with her guy and girl friends.  I quickly start conversations with some guys outside.  Now they look like they're my crew.  The blond one needed a smoke so I offer her mine but her girlfriend took it from me.  I told her it wasn't for her but for her friend so I take it back and move away.  Her friend says she's not impressed.  A little later, as they walk pass me to go inside, I whisper to the blond she was way too cute and fun.  She high fives me.  I can tell she was interested since she was holding my hands for a while but her friends were trying to push her in the door.  Oh well.  I missed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was near closing time at this point.  I got my jacket and sit next to some of the birthday crew.  Two cute girls were sitting nearby so I instantly start talking to them.  I ask them why they look like they're not having fun.  Did they met the guy of their dreams.  If they smoke gonja.  They're from San Francisco and one of them loves to smoke and claims to have the real shit compared to San Diego shit.  Just my luck.  I was running low and needed someone for a hook up.  I get her number but I tell her it's strictly for business and no funny business.  She makes me call her so she can have mine.   I give her a hug sn says she's my new best friend and I go out side to wait for the rest of the birthday crew.  The  gonja girl,  Gillian, comes out and asks for a lighter.  Haha, trying to play it cool I see.  The two ask if I was on Yayo.  No I'm not, I'm just natually energized.  I invite them to the hotel 3 blocks away.  I walk arm to arm with Gillian.  The other one was cuter with a tighter body but later I find out Gillian's brother is her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're at the hotel and everybody starts to drink more.  Not me.  I have to drive.  At this point, the girl that was rubbing on my arms with the boobs have remorse against me and push me away since she was watching me the whole night talking to this other two cute girls.  I thought she was cool but never mind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that Gillian's friend was into me and I was so fucking into her.  I ask what would Gillian do if her friend were to kiss a guy at a club because she was too drunk.  Will she tell on her brother?  She says no, that he should be lucky to have a girl like 'Brianna' and that she can get almost any guy that she wants.  Brianna asks me if I think that she can get almost any guy.  I tell her I don't have an opinion and give her a wink.  She loved it.  Gillian kept getting phone calls all night from this pussy whooped guy.  She says that  guy should only call once and if the girl is interested she'll call back.  Note taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security comes and we have to all leave.  No crazy shit happened tonight but it was so damn fun.  I have to leave since Breezy was my ride.  I kiss the girls on the cheek and tap their ass goodbye and Gillian tells me to call her.  She is my new hookup so I will be seeing her for sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside to smoke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-1759138486213190023?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1759138486213190023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=1759138486213190023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/1759138486213190023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/1759138486213190023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-out-without-my-wingmen.html' title='Going out without my wingmen.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-612436637859413604</id><published>2007-12-14T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:17:01.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a mess!</title><content type='html'>Thursday night, Corrida and I headed to Yogis in Encinitas.  This place was swarming with pretty girls left and right.  So bizarre to see any place with more girls and not to mention that most of them were cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we walked in, we headed to the bar and I noticed an acquaintance, Lauren at the bar.  I went up to her and she was surprised to see me.  Now, I never met her in person before.  She found my photography site and have acquired about it.  She is a cute blond.  5'7" tall, blue eyes, nice body and loves to dance.  She taught me the 'lawn mower' dance.  Don't ask how that is cause you don't want to do it on the dance floor unless you want to get noticed in a bad way:)  We quickly hit it off and the chemistry was there. Our conversations were instantly fun without having to play any games with her.  I always made sure I didn't give her easy answers and leaned back so she had to move closer to me to talk to me.  She asked for my number but I didn't ask for hers.  It must've been because girls are now starting to ask for my number and that nice surprise makes me forget that I was gaming her and trying get her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting with her for a while, I excused myself and started to walk around the bar.  I think this might've been bad since the next time I saw her again, she pulled that trick on me.  How do you pull off walking away without looking like a dog in search and yet give her space to let her know I am not 'clingy'.   Tough one. (I messaged her next day that what were the chances that I would see her out and what are the chances that she was so fun and cool.  I told her she was a dork for leaving without saying bye and that she has minus 1 points and then asked for her number so I can maybe text so we can 'accidentally' meet up again.  She gave me her number.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night was such a wreck and fun.  I decided to just say what was on my mind and see what works and what doesn't.  I got my ears full for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told one girl that she pulled off the nerdy look really well with the cute glasses.  She quickly responded by telling me that with that kind of line, I won't be able to pick up chicks. Ouch. Haha.  So no instant neggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl asked if my friend can take there photos for them.  I told them he charges.  "How much?" she asked.  $2.99.  She said she'll take it.  I also busted out my camera and took photos with the three girls also.  Funny how girls love to take photos and act like they are your buddy when taking photos.  Note to self: don't over do the money thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told another girl that she was too tall for me and what can she do to get my attention.  She bent down and asked if that was good enough.  I said it'll do.  Chatted a bit and left her. Cute but way too tall for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside to smoke and two blond girls were hanging out.  I asked for a  light and started talking with them.  I told them that I bet that they're from the east coast on a farm.  They were upset with this line and told me that I was trying too hard to figure things out and that I should listen more.  Wow.  Only 5 minutes into talking and they were talking to me like we're bad couple.  It was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back inside, got another drink and talked to three cute mexican girls.  I told one girl that she wears her ring on her thumb because she is naturally dominant.  The thumb represents Zeus and most War generals and dominating figures usually wear rings on their thumb.  I told her it must've been her idea to come to this bar.  I was right.  She got all excited and told her other friends and than asked for my number.  I gave it to her but stupid me, didn't get her number.   I am juggling a handful right now so I don't need anymore just yet. Numbers are too easy to get.  Only really care about the 10's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thick blond girl caught my eye.  I told Corrida, I wanted her.  It must've been that the first sex I had was from a thick girl.  When I say thick I'm talking more big boned and nice thick ass and great curves, not fat or chunky or sloppy.  He told me to go talk to her.  I went up and asked if she was from Hawaii since she had a flower in her ear.   She said she's never been outside of San Diego.  I told her too bad.  Her friend complemented my tattoo and I quickly make friends with her.  Another guy was chilling with them and I quickly made friends with him.  He even guessed that I was from Guam.  I was amazed.  The blond girl started dancing all over me.  I danced a bit and stopped.  Before they left, I asked for her email and told her I'll write to her sometimes.  She seemed happy about that and gave me her email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting night.  A lot has happened that I haven't even written down but the point is that I talked to as many cute girls that i can without feeling any remorse from the ones that blew me out and just having fun.  Interesting how the cuter they are, the more you should neg them and the less pretty they are, more compliments will flatter them.  Always open with something nice to say.  Lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-612436637859413604?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/612436637859413604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=612436637859413604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/612436637859413604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/612436637859413604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-mess.html' title='What a mess!'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-6255224744329588009</id><published>2007-12-07T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:46:28.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Birthday Celebration!</title><content type='html'>I had to go out on a Tuesday night to celebrate a good friend of mine, Leo's birthday.  A big group of us, mostly girls, went out to eat and headed down to PB Bar and Grill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank so damn much over there.  I approached 3 girl set and said "Do me a favor, it's my boy's birthday over there.  I want you to go up to him and say happy birthday and he'll freak out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girl said it was her 21st birthday and that he should come up to her since she's the girl and say happy birthday.  I said "This is the 20th century.  That old school tradition is out the door."  I walked away and than gave her the sign to do it.  They turned to him and said happy birthday and he chatted with all 3 of them.  Wasn't that just nice of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bar to get him a beer.  The girl to my right tapped my shoulder and asked if I can asked for a water for her.  I gave her a look and said "Why don't you ask one of your boyfriends here to get you the water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped out.  She got all mad and said never mind and started to fuss.  Haha.  I loved it.  I than looked at her over my shoulder and said "Did I offend you?  I didn't mean to ruin your whole night.  I'll make it up to you.  I'm buying my friend a drink right now, I'll buy you a drink.  What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she'll only drink if I take a shot with her.  What the hell, I got two shots and we drank.  I left her there.  15 minutes later I brought my birthday boy over to her and I told her that she should buy my a boy a shot.  She was about to complain so I gave her the 'fuck this' look and started to walk away with my friend.  She quickly grabbed him and asked what he wanted.  There were too many people and the bartender was taking too long to come by so we just walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to girls like this.  It is so damn fun.  It's so damn boring to be so polite and easy.  It is so much better to be a bit of a jerk but still a gentlemen in a way and that helps control the situation.  If I can narrow all this technique down, it's about taking her frame and making it your own.  Using the lines girls usually use and you using them first such as are you going to buy me a drink and negging them.  You took what they normally do to guys and feel helpless and attracted towards you since you took her pussy power away from her.  It's not about being a pick up artist but to be a man and stimulate the women's mind and body in all the way they desire.  You are doing her the favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday night right now and I have a dilemma.  The 10, Melissa, hair stylist I was talking about is my oneitis.  Oneitis is what &lt;a href="http://www.neilstrauss.com"&gt;Styles&lt;/a&gt; calls that one girl who you are so fuckin whooped with.  She has a boyfriend, not to mention he's a buff blond white dude who looks like an abercrombie model.  Regardless, she still gave me her number at the bar and cuts my hair and does an awesome job at it and tries to hide the fact she has a boyfriend from me.  I'm going to be honest, I don't want to fuck her.  I want to keep her in my life as a friend.  She's hot, she's got a great sense of humor and by fucking her it'll be a short fling and it'll be gone.  Not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got my haircut and told her straight up that I am not looking to romanticize her and that I am only seeking a friendship out of this.  I teased her that we're borken up since she's not that cool.  She than opened up and told me she has a boyfriend.  Good.  She's finally being honest and that's a first thing that needs to happen when making friends.  She is so damn pretty that it's mesmerizing to look at her.  She looks like Kate Beckinsale!  AArrgghh, I can't stop thinking about her face.  I even spent a night at another girls house last night and today I am thinking about Melissa.  I am forcing myself not to text her or email her although I did both already today.  I did get a good reply from the texts but come on nigga, you gotta have a tighter game than that.  You know better.  Haha, so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-6255224744329588009?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6255224744329588009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=6255224744329588009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/6255224744329588009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/6255224744329588009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuesday-birthday-celebration.html' title='Tuesday Birthday Celebration!'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-96441297056823558</id><published>2007-11-30T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:48:00.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover Alpha Male</title><content type='html'>This week has been good.  Damn, once the waves come in, they turn into a tsunami.  This week was another badass week.  I started out spending a night at Candy's house and this time, I just suggested we walk around her neighborhood.  We walked and talked about life once again.  I held her hands.  I told her about my goals and she told me about her other date.  She was dating this big ex NFL player and man he was so damn pussy whooped.  He told her he wanted to have kids with her and that she was the best girl he's ever met.  She was turned off by him instantly after only couple of dates.  He even called when I was hanging out with her.  She ignored his phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad that even the biggest 'alpha male' like person can be the biggest pussy?  Understanding women is a whole another level of education us men need to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tell a girl that bullshit.  Do not put her in the highest pedestal please.  Give her a little than take it right away.  Take two steps forward and then one step back.  Don't ever, EVER give in.  If you want to say something like that, immediately include a ball busting comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: 'You are very beautiful but beauty is really common.  What kind of goals do you have?  What values do you have? ect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like that story of Samson in the bible.  The girl would keep asking him what is his week point and Samson would give her a little lie.  The girl would call (with her iPhone) the Palestine's to get Samson and say, "Samson, get up the Palestine's are coming to kill you!"  Samson would wake up and kill the soldiers.  This went on for many days, the girl asking what his weakness was and Samson telling a little lie and ending up killing the soldiers when they came for him.  Finally, Samson gave in and told the girl if she cut all his hair off, he will lose his incredible strength.  Sure enough, she cut his hair and Samson got arrested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is damn obvious and if you don't know it, go slap yourself silly.  Never give in.  Girls will always test you and that's their way of knowing if they can trust you or if you are what they are looking for.  That girl didn't need his weakness.  She would've been with him for a long time I'm sure.  Don't buckle under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Candy. We had a fun time just walking around with me going to Jamba Juice, making jokes and walking around inside a market.  She even called me an undercover Alpha male and told me I had game.  Ain't that the shit.  She said undercover alpha male was a gentleman but beneath it is an dominating man.  I loved it.  I spent the night and left early in the morning.  Great night.  She is so damn smart, fun, attractive and great in bed.  Yes girls have to be great in bed too.  Forget those girls who just lie there like a cold fish.  Don't need em.  My hands can do better than that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next night, my neighbor JJ came over to hang out with me.  She told me she doesn't like big dicks since it hurts her and that she was told that Asian guys would be perfect for her because of the small penises.  Haha.  Such bullshit!  I love it.  Us unlucky Asians.  Haha, we can't win em all.  Luckily we know kung fu and math.  This reminds me of my friend.  He's black and he always busts me saying that I have to have good conversations with girls since my dick can't keep them attached.  Hahaha.  Oh I miss my friend.  Note to self, call the brotha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been negging this girl like crazy and she loves it.  She constantly talks about sexual topics and I get a strong sexual vibe from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teased about how her house is so messy that I got lost walking to her kitchen.  That she was living with her cats and not the other way around.  That too bad she's white and can't dance due to it.  That I bet the second cat pee stain on her couch is her pee after a night of drinking and coming home yelling at her cats "so you think you own this house, fuck you cats!  Take this!" Than she pees on the couch.  I sent her home after having fun conversations and more busting balls.  My next move it to talk to her in a more serious tone and controlling the frame.   Maybe, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to control the outcome and as a man, you should always keep the control.  You wussy guys have to snap out of that mind state and step into your own world and into man hood.  Imagine how women fell in love back in the cavemen days.  Those guys were men.  They took what they wanted and also protected the woman and killed wild animals to feed her.   Even had to kill other guys to keep her but I'm not saying do exactly what they do, just the concept behind it.  I'm sure the cavemen didn't say things like:&lt;br /&gt;"Can I buy you a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, can I ask you a question?"&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like to go out with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the pussiness and start with the manliness.  Change those lines to:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm buying my homie a drink, I might as well get you something since you look so lonely, what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you staring at me so hard?  Do you have a staring problem or is it just with guys like me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to go buy a gift for a friend, come with me and help me decide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-96441297056823558?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/96441297056823558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=96441297056823558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/96441297056823558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/96441297056823558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/undercover-alpha-male.html' title='Undercover Alpha Male'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3244459360576498039</id><published>2007-11-26T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:09:27.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend events.</title><content type='html'>I had a blond over, I'll call her JJ, and we talked for hours about life, religion and dating.  This cutie got an online dating account and went to close to 50 dates and they were all the same.  Dinner, interview like questions, blah blah blah.  No I didn't meet her online.  She's my new neighbor.  JJ's a 7 to me but she was a blond so to me there are in a different category.  Damn blond fetishes.  Damn Asians liking blonds:)   It's sad to see the guys all fucking up and being so damn pussy whooped.  I was there.  I understand the poor bastards.  Then again, if we didn't have so much whooped dudes, it wouldn't be this easy to hook up with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ did meet couple that she hooked up with for a short relationship but didn't work out in the end.  I told her, I'm not looking to get into a relationship and that I have too much going on in my life and there's no room for it.  She came off to me as being too damn innocent but towards the end, as it was getting late, she started throwing lines like "you're too innocent for me" and "Of course I have sexual needs".  Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read every damn profile of what a woman wants, it's the same concept but with different wording.  Many guys would ask them, how can it be possible that you want this but you want that.  I'm going to break it down to you fellas.  Girls wants a gentleman but wants to be mentally stimulated.  They want to feel secured and that we are 'MEN' not wussies.   Our job is to make them laugh, cry, get upset, feel happy and sad plus all the emotions that us humans enjoy.   Whether it's a downer or an upper, we humans are the way we are due to the emotions that we go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of the box.  Don't be afraid to get rejected.  Remember, they are rejecting your approach and the way you represent yourself but not you as a person.  You can always work on improving your persona.  No matter how many times you approach a woman, it will always make you feel nervous.  That will never ever go away.  I have approached many woman within this past 3 months and I still tend to hold back a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to handling your fear to accept that you have the fear and that it's just the way it is so go on and do something about it you damn wuss:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I sent JJ home after we talked.  I'm not trying to fuck her the first night we hang out.  She's sensitive and very emotional so I have to be careful not to create any neighbor drama.  She's fun.  She tickled me, played with me and opened up to me.  We'll be hanging out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday rolls around and me and 3 other boys, including Corrida head to the clubs up in North County.  We have two different groups of friends that'll meet us later at another location, coincidently, all in the same place.  We head to Yogis and see that there are a good number of girls there.  We were just warming up so we just drank 1 drink and headed out to the other club where all our acquaintances were at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I didn't approach any girls at Yogis.  There were alot of cute girls.  Some that I think would be and extraordinary challenges to me.  Maybe because it was too early.  There is no reason, I just felt uncomfortable approaching.  Everybody was just rolling in, everybody was white (we were 1 Asian guy and 3 mexican dudes) and nobody was dancing so the vibe was not that great to begin with.  Excuses.  Lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to our second spot and I head to the bar to get my boys a drink.  A girl was next to me and I said something and she moved back to her boyfriend, which was right behind me. I made small talks with the guy and he was cool.  After all, he was with 3 other girls.  I waited for my bartender for a minute and then asked this other girl next to me if that (pointed across the room) was an extra room or a reflection.  She said it was a reflection and started dancing all silly to show herself in the mirror.  Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always start with small talks to get the engine started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm still waiting for the bartender, across the bar were two decent looking girls.  One of them caught my eyes and it was a staring contest.  She was staring so damn hard but after 10 seconds of solid staring she looked away and I noticed her talking to her friend about me.  Corrida noticed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our drinks and went to chill with our other group.  The second group were my neighbor JJ's group.  JJ came by looking for me and we started chit chatting.  I joked with her, teased her she should learn how to dance and that she needs something to give to the table, kino escalated her, met her friends and then gave her a quick peck on the lips before she went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later told me she was talking about me to her friends, telling them that I was her hot Asian neighbor.  That's how I roll:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I stared down earlier, had her group of friends nearby so we all started talking to them.  They were celebrating this short Asian girls birthday.  The girl I stared down seems to be used to getting attention so I ignored her.  I wasn't in the mood to get her so I backed down.  My friend was hooking me up with a drink and the birthday girl yelled out that she wanted one also.  My friend said that she didn't even have to say anything and that he'll get her one since it's her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I would not buy you a drink that easily."&lt;br /&gt;Asian girl: "Why, you only buy drinks for hot girls?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Beauties got nothing to do with it, it's if we can have a connection.  Give me couple things you do that you are proud about?"&lt;br /&gt;Asian girl: "blah blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend tapped me on my arm and told me that I was really fun.  They got up to dance and the girl I was ignoring and that stared me down grabbed me.  The asian girl grabbed me as well, so I pulled away and tagged along.  We danced a bit and seemed like the asian girl and her friend was battling to get my attention.  This can get uncomfortable between the two girls so I got off the dance floor.   I didn't feel like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night, I never got any of their names.  If you're not going to close them, then getting there name is just a waste of breath to me and boring.  I forget people names instantly as they tell me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our group of friends were leaving, we left the place also and went to Denny's for some late night breakfast.  There was a girl that was at the club that like my friend, Polo, and Polo had liked her for the longest of time but dated her older sister in the past so had to keep it cool.  It was 2am and Polo gets a text message saying, "I made it home safely.  I'm going to sleep.  Good night."  We all sat there wondering what would be a good response instead of the typical, 'you too and good night bullshit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text messaging correctly is important.  I fuckin lost a girl's interest, a 10 by they way, with one damn message!  Now it's going to take extra effort to get that back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrida said to write, "I'll be home soon honey. Haha."  I thought it was clever and cocky.  I'm sure she got a kick out of that one.  Corrida told us that the staring girl asked for his name and after he told her she quickly lost interest.  Lesson learned.  With a boring questions like that, always come up with something cocky and funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson leaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3244459360576498039?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3244459360576498039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3244459360576498039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3244459360576498039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3244459360576498039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend events.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-1374094396254677120</id><published>2007-11-24T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:49:22.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Gaslamp.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to start this post by giving the respects to Mystery, Styles and Deangelo  for educating all the men around the world in how to seduce woman.  We need all the help we can get in psychology of woman.  We don't want to settle for what we can get and we don't want to feel lucky.  For all my life, I thought it had to do with luck and them just liking you for your looks, power and money.  I was wrong.  If you can stimulate woman and give her the psychological excitement, she would be more than willing to be yours.  I have a female friend who went on a date with this young rich and famous author.  She was the one that went after him and she got through to get a date with him.  She's a badass.  Anyways, after the date, the guy took her hand and just placed it on his peepee.  She got quickly turned off and went home.  One fucked up move or word than it's all over.  We have to be so damn fucking smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night at the gaslamp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go out by myself tonight.  All my friends were doing something or just didn't want to go out.  I had one friend tell me his group was going to get a VIP table at Sins, so I thought I'd be better off checking that spot out than being home alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out alone is always unusual since we're not used to it but I have been enjoying it very much.  As soon as I got there, while I was walking by myself to Sins, this dude Jason just started small talks with me as we were both headed to the same club.  He knew the promoters so he got me in for free and met up with some of his crew.  He was a cool cat.  Dressed well and I could see he'd make a good wingman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I always do when I go out myself.  I try to find a group that I can instantly becomes friends with.  I am lucky for the fact that I seem to be very approachable for everybody.  They have been approaching me.  I even took my sister to Chili's and a big group said that we should join there table.  I was told that I draw people in to me.  I'm a social person naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a drink and I chill next to the crew and I notice a blond and a brunette.  I liked the blond so I opened her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why don't you go up to that dance floor and show that asian girl how white girls do it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asian so I can get away with saying things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blond: "No, you go up there. "&lt;br /&gt;Me: "If I go up there, you have to put a dollar on my back pocket."&lt;br /&gt;Blond: "I'll give you five dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a brotha next to me giving the go ahead, I go up there a dance a little and she gave me the 5 bucks and smacked my ass and I quickly got down.   I enjoy dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to her a bit and I tell the guys lets move to another location.  I don't want to stay around the two girls.  I am showing them that I don't care to be around them all the time.  I get another drink and go dance with another girl for a bit.  I than went back and brought the girls to the VIP table that my other friends had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free drinks all night!  I introduced the girls and one of the guy that I kinda know, quickly took the blond.  That's so fucked up.  My first choice quickly gone.  It's alright, he didn't know I was trying to mack on her anyways.  I would hate to have a friend take a girl from me but then again I have done that to my brother in the past.  I know that's bad and I do feel bad about it but he does just as well if not better on communicating with girls so it doesn't bother me too much.  We always try to show off and challenge each other.  I'm a fucking superman when he's with me.  A girl once even told us we should be in a calendar.  Haha.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the brunette was just as cute.  I just prefer blonds.  I teased the brunette.  Told her to go away.  Dance with her all seductive than push her away as she gets really into it.  Told her to quit acting so drink and clumsy or the bouncer will kick her out.  She loved it.  She even asked if I lived nearby.  This girl wanted to go home with me.  Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would kiss me and push me away than kiss me again.  This went on all night.  She finally told me she had a boyfriend and that she's being bad.  I told her that she was the one that's making me do bad things.  I have learned that you can never make a girl feel like she's doing something slutty.  My method was to try to take that guilt away from her and to make me the guilty one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly couldn't care that she had a boyfriend.  Even better.  I don't want to get in a relationship for a while so a girl that will not get attached is the best kind.  I'm playing with fire but it's so damn fun.  This is Southern California where faithfulness is close to zero.  Sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was only going to give her a good conversation and nothing else.  She told me to sit down so she can give me a lap dance.  Fucking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night came to an end and I took off without any number.  It was a good night.  It does suck that I didn't get the blond since she was single and she was digging me from the first place but not apparently hard enough.  So I'm back at the drawing board.  What could I have done to make the outcome the way I want it to be.  The blond was the one that kept pulling me to her to talk to me.  Maybe it was because I was trying to bring the brunette into the conversation or to dance with both of me and the blond.  I didn't want to leave her alone or I thought the brunette will pull the blond from me, which usually happens.    I thought making the blond feel less special might have worked but because I have already went past the seduction phase, she got the wrong impression.  Maybe it's because I kissed the blond way too early.  It was only a little peck on the lips.  This happened when she kept talking to me and pulling me so damn close to her lips.  Maybe it was because I kept leaving her.  Not all girls are the same and one technique will not work on all girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going out with Corrida and some friends tonight to another club in Gaslamp.  We'll see what we have in store for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-1374094396254677120?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1374094396254677120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=1374094396254677120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/1374094396254677120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/1374094396254677120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/san-diego-gaslamp.html' title='San Diego Gaslamp.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3936558997755867779</id><published>2007-11-19T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:48:23.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenal  Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Man this weekend was so damn good.  Friday night I invited Candy over to help her recover a data from her CF card.  This is photography stuff.  I've been wanting this girl for months but I had to make sure I did it right so I was cautious.  I even called Wednesday without leaving a message and she later told me that it wasn't cool to do that.  Note to self, call a lot less frequent (as in once every week and a half) and leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was over and I gave her a glass of wine.  Instead of eating out, we went to the grocery store to buy some salad and sandwich stuff so we can eat in.  We ate and chatted.  I asked her her if she wanted to kiss me.  She hesitated and started mumbling as if trying to figure out what to say.  I just went for it and gave her a kiss.  I like to think that I'm a good kisser.  I always mix it up and am very passionate.  Being a good kisser is so important since they can sense what kind of lover you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy has been putting up this guard against me for so long, thinking I might be like all guys who gets pussy whooped in lightning speed.  All you pussy whooped dudes (which is 90% of the population) are ruining it for all of us but then again, it is also a balance in life.  If there were no whooped dudes to make the girls feel protective than we'll all be fucking easily and have babies like how China have it and cause the government to pay us not to have babies anymore.  China is crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Do things to let the girls know that I don't need them and am not interested in getting attached but do desire their body.  They like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes of making out, I stopped her to tell her what I want out of this.  Just fucking and maintaing our friendship and business relationship but that's it.  I than took her to my room and fucked her for 2 fuckin hours!  I have never fucked so damn good and long before.  She was just so damn into it that I got into it.  I am so damn tired of girls who don't know how to fuck!  Most girls just lie there thinking your dick will get hard by looking at it and that having the pussy in view like that will give us guys a thrill.  Bitch please.  I need to be stimulated too.  Just looking at pussy's just don't do it anymore for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy even stopped me in the middle to make sure there were no camcorders since we were fucking like porno stars.  I put that pussy to sleep and Candy was nice enough to finish me off even though she was tired.  She fucking rocks!  I know I shouldn't have done this but next day, I text messaged her telling her that it was the best fuck I ever because it really was the best fuck I ever had.  She responded with 'thanks for being honest and yes it was phenomenal.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait a week or two before I contact her again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday comes by and my home boy Corrida gets two girls to go out with us so we pick them up at 10pm.  They were 5's, a Columbian and a Mexican.  Luckily for them, they had booty and were really fun from the start.  We negged them all night.  Told one of them they they are having a difficult time coming in my two door accord with that big ol booty.  It went on all night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teasing a girl in a playful way works like magic.  I have a new co worker and I teased her from the start, calling her shorty and telling her I didn't see her most of the day since she was out of my line of sight.  I even said to her 'why are you always around me when I tease you so much.'  She said she didn't know why and probably didn't understand that girls constantly needs to prove that they are worthy.  So to all you guys who compliments girls, STOP!  If you do compliment, immediately throw something in like 'but what more can you offer?' kind of talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt invincible that night.  We went to a Karaoke place first and I sang couple of songs and even closed a phone number from a tall blond. She was a cutie and was with another girl.  They were so into us and wanted to hang with us but we were already with two other girls.  I toldl one of the girl to come up and dance with me and took her by the hand and show her how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always take the girl by the hand.  Never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ask &lt;/span&gt;to dance, act like they already want to dance and you are just going to take them.  Have a mental mind that you are the man and that you know what you want and that all girls wants to be lead.  They want to be taken care of.  Let them know that what they want is you and for you to take charge of there sexual emotion without being upfront about it.  So much damn game to play to get it right but it's worth it.  They are out there wanting to meet guys.  You are only doing what they want.  Charmed, turned on, entertained and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night I get a text from the blond who drives a Mercedes (so I'll call her Mercedes) saying she wants to hang out with me soon.  I was on fire and yes, I was also drunk:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We than went to another dance club near by and spent an hour dancing and mingling around.  Those two girls saw me talk to couple different girls and even saw me get a phone number.  I wanted them to know that we don't need them but there presence is an entertainment to us.  They wanted to hang out longer but I insisted that i drop them off and I go home to sleep.  I had work the next day and I was way too tired from the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was suppose to hang out with the 10 I picked up last couple of weeks ago but she flaked.  She looks like Kate Beckinsale. I told her she was a brat and that she owed me dinner for it.  I'll wait for a whole week before I even text or email her.  Note to self:  Neg the shit out of her.  I checked her out in myspace and she has a boyfriend who's tall, blond, abercrombie model looking dude but she hasn't said anything about him to me.  I'm sure he was all looks and she wanted someone to stimulate her mind and body.  I'm thinking I can do that for her and I couldn't care less if she has a boyfriend.  As long as I don't know him it's all game.  I'm out to look for some fun time.  I don't have time to get into a relationship.  I have 3 small business to run and a full time job.  Girlfriend will only slow me down.  Man, I hope I never meet that one who gets me whooped.  Like Styles said in his book, Game, oneitis.  We'll see how this week goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3936558997755867779?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3936558997755867779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3936558997755867779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3936558997755867779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3936558997755867779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/phenomenal-weekend.html' title='Phenomenal  Weekend.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3496901926077175362</id><published>2007-11-16T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:31:23.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Massage and Thursday night at Karaoke bar.</title><content type='html'>I have a massage therapist who gives me massages in exchange of me helping her with some of her business ideas.  The good thing about this relationship is that we get along so damn well that she actually releases my tension and stress without having to fuck me.  She is beautiful, half white and Philippino and she has a bachelor degree and massage certification.  I get to be butt naked and get an amazing hour massage and sometimes, I even smoke a little bud before the massage and man is it mind blowing.  It's like an hour of orgasm and I get this weekly.  My life is exactly where I want it to be right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night comes around and I am bored at 10pm after working all day and decide to just go down the street to a Karaoke Bar by myself.  I actually got used to rolling out by myself cause there are times when my friends can't or won't go out.  Of course in order to make this work, you will have to be very sociable.  I got into this tiny bar and there were about 10 people in there.  Surprisingly there were some cuties in there.  I got myself a beer and an older woman started small talks with me.  One thing about me, I enjoy talking to people and I don't discriminate at all.  I am open to all people talking to me:0)  I excuse myself and go grab a karaoke book.  They later come by, grab me and have there way with me on the dance floor.  I was molested and although they were 2's and 3's (which I wouldn't fuck) I had fun being treated like a piece of meat.  I sit down and than a 50 year old woman comes to talk to me.  We're just talking and her husband comes by kinda worried since she was drunk and all and was talking too close to me so I quickly make friends with him and try to ignore a little bit but still be nice.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short while later a blond goes up to sing.  She sang really well so I go up to her after and tell her she did an awesome job than I am immediately next to sing.  She was really impressed and we start talking.  Her crew comes and talks to me and now I have made some karaoke friends.  I think she was with one of the guy there but I wasn't sure because the next song she sang she ket on looking at me as if she was singing to me.  I actually liked the guy that she might've been with so I don't even bother with flirting with her and just enjoy the group's company.  I'm not in the mood to sarge hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am next to sing again and this time the girl that's a 3 comes to me and starts getting nasty on me.  The DJ throws a towel at her and one of the blonds friends come to get her off me and than the bartender girl had to come and ask her to scoot back.  Haha, that shit was so funny.  I didn't even miss a beat of the song either.  I felt kinda bad for her so I go up to her and give her a high five and then she tries to kiss me.  I quickly moved my head to the left and then felt a wet sloppy kiss on my cheek.  I really didn't mind what she was doing but apparently people thought she was too nasty for me:) haha.  We go out to smoke and everybody is talking shit about her, except for me.  The 3 comes out and tries to get included in the conversation and the group of cuties are blocking her hard.  The 3 grabs my hand and tries to pull me to the side of the bar, I'm sure to make out but I tug back bit to let her know it ain't happening.  I say bye to everyone and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was fun and I got to practice my karaoke singing.  This weekend is going to be fucking great.  Friday night I have a second date with Candy, Saturday my friend 'Corrida', has a new female friend who wants to hang out and she said she'll be bringing other cute girlfriends and Sunday, I am photographing a 10 and am having dinner with her after.  Ooh, one day I will write about girl that I fucked right after I photographed her and I don't even remember her name.  That was so damn hot.  To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3496901926077175362?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3496901926077175362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3496901926077175362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3496901926077175362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3496901926077175362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuesday-massage-and-thursday-night-at.html' title='Tuesday Massage and Thursday night at Karaoke bar.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-4913898269664641394</id><published>2007-11-12T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:35:28.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week of living my single life.</title><content type='html'>This week was pretty good for me.  I had multiple dates and I think they all went pretty well.  I'll start with Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;My manager likes me so she is trying to hook me up with her daughter which is a major compliment.  I'm going to call her Mill.  I invited her over to hang out with me thursday night.  She ended up coming over at midnight.  Damn it was late.  All we did was just talk and since she loved to dance, I had her dance for me all night.  Man, she knew how to shake that ass.  I was so freaken aroused but I had to keep my cool.  She is my new neighbor.  I can't have sex with someone who are going to be near you at all times too early.  I want to make sure that we are cool with each other before any sex happens.  If you want to maintain friendships after having sex with a girl, you have to make sure you spend enough time with her and build that comfort.  Maybe around 8 hours altogether.  Not in a day but over multiple days.  Anyways, Mill invited me over to her place and we just cuddled.  I got to horny so I excused myself and went home.  Still had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;I got invited to a house party by a blonde girl that I've been somewhat interested in.  I thought she was cute but didn't really know her personally.  This house party was pretty awesome.  There were at least 10 single girls and only couple of single guys.  The rest were couples.  My friend and I were even talking to 2 blond girls who seem down but i couldn't be flirting with other girls when I was there for Shaney so I had to keep my cool.  We drank, we all talked about sex that was as far as it went.  I had two other girls there that were giving me hard signs of interests but I had to behave.  I went home after a fun night out.  There is going to be a actual date later with Shaney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;I had my favorite girl, Candy come hang with me saturday night.  She came over at 8 and I took her to a Korean restaurant.  She is a smart girl not to mention really cute.  Our conversations were so damn good.  We talked about life, religion, relationships and business.  I took her to a local karaoke bar and made her sing a song.  She's a good singer.  I sand my song by UB40 and had some other group of girls scream for me.  That impressed Candy.  We drank my usual drink, Beautiful and headed to my place.  I put on Mission Impossible 3 in HD and cuddled as we watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tip:  when you're watching a movie together and you know you want to get down, make sure you make the moves before the movie is over.  If you haven't done anything and the movie is over, her mentality to fuck will also be over with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I told her that I want to keep my friendly and business relationship with her so we weren't going to have sex but I would love to have her spend the night.  It is so damn freakin difficult to sleep with a hard on but I somewhat managed.  That shit was rough.  I had an awesome time with her and I told her I wanted to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not about sleeping with as much girls as I can.  I am all about enjoying their company and having sex when it's good for both of us.  I don't want to get married but maybe one day I can meet the one that makes me want to.  I don't want a girlfriend since I have so much goals in my life such as my job, and my own businesses but is I can find someone who can support me without slowing me down than I can settle for that.  She also has to be really beautiful in my eyes as well.  We'll see how next week goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-4913898269664641394?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4913898269664641394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=4913898269664641394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4913898269664641394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/4913898269664641394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-week-of-living-my-single-life.html' title='This week of living my single life.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-3755430324644683469</id><published>2007-11-02T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T17:03:50.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night out with the whole crew!</title><content type='html'>Thursday night was the shit!  I was on it like a motha fucka.  4 guys and 4 girls went to downtown to get our drink on.  This tiny hole in the wall in downtown san diego and there must've been only 7 other people hanging out.  We said what the heck and started drinking.  I even smoked a little bud outside with some of them.  I started the night just laughing and making fun of one of our girls on how white she was.  You know how other race imitates white talk and they all have this pitchy voice all exaggerated.  Well I caught this girl talking like that and I was teasing her all night about it.  She loved it.  Within 30 minutes, a huge group of people walked in the bar.  Most of them were asians, like myself and there were two cute 'non asian' girls with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girl was a fuckin 10!  I walked right next to her and said, "how the hell did you end up with all Asians.  You almost don't belong here!"  Of course I said this with a smile and showed her I was just teasing.  She responded well and we talked up a storm.  My friends were all watching and trying to assess the situation.  What can Logan do to make sure he does this right.  I kino escalate by putting my arms around her and telling her I'm going to take her to this cool Guamanian restaurant.  She wanted to go.  She told me she was a hair stylist and I asked if my hair style was okay since I cut them myself.  She said she loved it.  I told her she was going to be my hair stylist but if she messes it up, she's going to get it.  My friend came by to buy a drink by the bar and I introduced her to him and I told him that her and I go way back.  She responded, oh yeah, we go way back.  She gave me her card and I excused myself and went to my friends.  Yo unever want to stay too long.  Remember you have things to do and not just cling onto the hot one.  I went outside and chatted with the asian guys.  They were all cool.  The two 'non asian' girls came out and as a joke I introduced them to the guys (they were all in one group).  I went back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank some more  and joked with all my friends.  One of my girlfriends there had a tattoo of a fis on her thighs.  I told her that I would be scared fucking her and that would that scaly thighs away from me if it shakes.  It was so fun that she even flashed me her titties later that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back outside to smoke.  I didn't notice but my friends were saying that the hot girl kept looking outside at me.  The guys were thinking what should Logan do.  Obviously she is interested.  One of our girlfriend told them I should stay outside so that I can be more of a challenge.  The hot girl, Melissa, comes out with beads and said that her friends told her to give that to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I can't put all that on but if you take one out I can wear that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to pull it apart but it was too tangled so she just threw it in the trash.  I told her that it was my gift and she needs to get it back out.  She responded "You take it out and I'll dance with you."  I told her it doesn't work that way.  She went back inside.  I could tell she is so used to guys all being over her and to have a guy like me looking like i might be interested but not really must've blew her mind:)  Yes, I always have a positive look in situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left and my plan now is to make an appointment to get a haircut.  We'll see where it goes from there.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-3755430324644683469?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3755430324644683469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=3755430324644683469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3755430324644683469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/3755430324644683469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-night-out-with-whole-crew.html' title='Thursday night out with the whole crew!'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8354430461361385858</id><published>2007-10-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:36:01.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday of being the man.</title><content type='html'>I started thursday by shooting a wedding in Los Angeles.  Yes, I also photograph wedding as my side business.  Anyways, I invited Candy to be my assistant for the wedding.  This girl is the bomb.  She is beautiful, smart and have a lot to offer.  We connected really way during the drive to and from Los Angeles.  I don't think I'm going to pursue this one too hard though.  I don't want to ruin a good friendship like this.  At the same time I do want to get with her so I need to figure out a way to make sure I don't lose the friendship if the sex happens and than stops.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I dropped her off, I went to a small, country like karaoke bar with my partner in crime, Mafia.  I thought we were going to just chill, sing and drink some beers but it became an interesting night after all.  As we got our beer and sat down, out of 10 people in the whole bar, I noticed two cute blond girls next to us, and another blond bartender that was off the clock.  I was way too dressed for this place since I came straight from a wedding but it felt good.  One of the girl sang first and I gave her a high five as she came down the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about high fives that works so damn well to get things rolling.  It's a way to create a connection without giving a predator like feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mafia and I went out to smoke and the two blonds came out within seconds so I asked for a lighter.  I have a lighter but its an easy way to start a conversation by asking for one or offering one.  We all talked and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing is the key.  If you can get a girl to laugh, she will drop her defense and open up to you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back in and I went up to sing a song.  I won the girls over with my karaoke skills:) and told them they should throw me their panties next time.  After 10 minutes of bullshitting around the bar, we went back out and made friends with a huge Samoan, Gabe and the blond bartender.  I asked her about her tattoo and she showed us the rest on her chest and her back.  No we didn't see her boobs.  Conversation went well and she even told her friend how I backed her up when a creep was trying to talk to her.  The bartender told us how couple months back, a guy punched her and slapped her friend outside of the bar because she didn't want to give him her number.  Crazy or what?  Mafia than came up with some funny ass jokes.  "Did you go back in the bar and sing 'Hit me baby one more time?" and also "You did fall for him right?"  Mafia was coming out with jokes left and right and we were just laughing hysterically.  We went back in and Mafia and I sang one more song and decided to head out.  I gave the two girl, Brittany and Shelley my Iphone to put their phone numbers in and told them I will contact them the next time we come to the karoke bar.  It was a fun night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8354430461361385858?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8354430461361385858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8354430461361385858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8354430461361385858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8354430461361385858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-of-being-man.html' title='Thursday of being the man.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-7292207959720295256</id><published>2007-10-15T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:53:00.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night out with main man 'Mafia'.</title><content type='html'>Friday night comes along and I want to go out so I call my boy Mafia and wait for him to show up at a little Karaoke spot.  I am used to Asian karaoke joints since us Asians originated this drunk singing but from time to time I have to venture to American karaoke bars just to spice things up. Believe me, it has a total different atmosphere.  As soon as we walk in, a girl walks right up to me and starts dancing with me, grabbing my hands all crazy.  She was drunk and was with 5 other girls and were having good times e so I entertained her, ask her friends to control her (with a smile) and let her go after a minute of dancing.  This is good.  Mafia and I felt out of place a bit, being the only Asians in the bar but felt instantly comfortable thanks to the happy dancing girl.  There were two cute girls within the group and after talking to some of them, found out they were daughters to two different woman in the group.  I thought that was cool to be partying with your moms and the moms weren't that bad either.  We made sure that we talked to everybody and sarge as much as we can.  I think you should always talk to everybody.  It helps keep your energy level consistent.  I had a blond girl eying me so I eyed her back.  When you catch a girls stare, you make sure that you stare at her back and don't look away.  Make sure she looks away and always have a confident expression.  The blond finally came up to my little group (Mafia and I were already talking to a girl) and asked if she can have a cigarette.  She claimed she didn't really smoke but she thought she'll try that night anyways.  A big sign that she was interested.  I don't know why I didn't do anything to really pursue her but I just laid back and talked to her a little bit.  I'm not out there to get all the girls that are interested in me, just the one's that I'm interested in.  We walk back in and Mafia goes to the dancing  girl and dances with her all over the place.  He's been on his A game the whole night and wasn't slowing down.  After a mingling with just about everyone at the bar we left to meet up with a girl that I'm interested in at another bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I met this girl, Bree, at a park when I was playing with my two year old boy.  Yes I am a single father:)  Group of three girls walked by and the cute one smiled at me.  10 minutes later I see them again so this time i said something like 'are you guys following us?'.  We chatted, they loved my little man and than i asked for the cute girls phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the bar scene, we walk in and instantly see one of our friends so that again made me feel comfortable of the new bar that we just entered.  We got ourselves a drink first (beautiful - the name of the drink) and then started walking around.  Just because I am there to meet a girl doesn't mean I am going to go straight to her.  Remember, you're a man and you should act like one, unlike some pussies that I see out there all attached and won't let them go anywhere.  Than again, we men are all like dogs and that's what dog's do.  Fight those urges damn it:)  I cross her path, tell her thanks for inviting me and since she was walking with her girlfriends I told her I'll catch her later.  We go to the back, the smoking area and Mafia opens up a 3 set.  It's an opener that really happened to a friend of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opener:  "Excue me guys?  Can i ask you guys a quick questions.  I need a woman's perspective in this.  My friend recently went on a date and had a great time.  She even told him she was going to call him the next day.  Well, next day she doens't call so he calls her, and leaves a message.  After an hour later he calls again and once again gets the answering message leaving a second message.  Is this a bad sign?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets a great response and one of the girl gives him a huge IOI.  After entertaining the group for 5 minutes, the third girl blurts out that we got all this moves from the pick up artist show from VH1.  We acted like we didn't know what she was talking about.  She even called us a master pick up artist but I didn't like her vibe so I told Mafia that we need to go find our friend so we took off.  We caught up to my girl and she introduced to her friends.  They were four of them and they were all really cute.  They were actually the cutest girls we've seen all night so far.  They were also cool.  I told Bree i was going to buy her a drink since she was empty handed.  Mafia stopped me in front of them and asked why I was buying her a drink, she didn't even prove herself to be even worthy.  Haha, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree's girlfriend: "He's being a gentleman buying her a drink, what's wrong with you!"&lt;br /&gt;Mafia: "I'm just saying I'm looking at my boy's best interests.  He doesn't normally buy anyone drinks.  She needs to show him why she's worth the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there and let them have a friendly argument a bit and proceeded to the bar for that drink.  I don't buy girls drinks, it's just that I told her I was going to get her a drink couple days ago over text messages because she told me how broke she was and she was standing there all cute without a drink.  I gotta give in sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in line, Mafia made her give him 3 qualifications.  Good man.  I gave my girl the drink and walked away for a bit with Mafia.  Mafia had the right mindset the whole night.  His goal was to create his own frame.  The world basically revolved around him and he created whatever he wanted.  It worked great for him the whole night.  We walked around a bit, it was close to closing so we headed back to their girls, danced with them for a bit and kissed her bye as one of their friend was wanting to go home pretty badly.  The night went pretty well.  We talked to so many different kinds of people.  Sarging with Mafia is always fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-7292207959720295256?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7292207959720295256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=7292207959720295256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/7292207959720295256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/7292207959720295256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-night-out-with-main-man-mafia.html' title='Friday night out with main man &apos;Mafia&apos;.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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-1293981811005898458.post-8314856875724312967</id><published>2007-10-08T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:44:27.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about me.</title><content type='html'>My alias name is Logan.  So I'm a dork.  I got that name from Wolverine comic book.  My favorite character only because he don't give a fuck.  Anyways, all my life, I have always been surrounded by girls.  I grew up in a beautiful island of Guam.  For all you people who have no idea what Guam is, it's a US territory located between Japan and Hawaii.  It is small and we all kind of know each other with a population of 150k people.  I'm in San Diego, California now but man do I miss the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my life, I had my first crush when I was 5 and had a girl kiss me when I was 8.  I had female friends til I was in highschool than bam, nerdome struck me so fast as my acne all over  my face causing me to get low self esteem thus pushing all the girls away from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were just hitting puberty and all you wanted to do was fuck?  I would've fucked a old whore from bangkok if I had the money when i was 13.  I felt so envious of my friends who were having sex at such a young age.  I even was in love with a girl name Darcy only because she had big boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke out of comic books and lonely jerks of a life when i met my best friend at the age of 16.  He used a nickname Romeo and he was a cool cat from Japan.  He was a natural.  Being a good looking guy didn't hurt either.  Girls would come around and throw there phone numbers at him.  We both had many things in common such as martial arts (I have two black belts by the way, one in tae kwon do and 1 in tang soo do), partying and especially the love of girls.  He slowly showed me the way to righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in my late twenties and have been through all kinds of girls.  Some have even told me that I can get any girls that I wanted and some have told me that I was a creep. 'Creep' is the term girls use to explain what a guy who are pussy whooped and easy to control.  Don't you find it hard sometimes when a hot girl seems all interested in you and all you want to do is fuck them right away?  Well, that causes me to act like a creep and call them and leaves messages.  Rule number 1.  Don't leave them more than 1 message.  If you send two messages and you don't get any back, don't send another one until they do. If they never do than go with another approach.  Just because they don't message does not mean you don't have a chance with them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had to rely on my looks and charms to get the girls that I want and cross my fingers that they'll sleep with me.  Sometimes it worked but most of the time it failed.  It wasn't until I found the book called Game by Neil Strauss while back.  I was in heaven!  There is an actual psychology behind woman's emotions and Guys like Neil and the amazing Mystery figured them out!  Now I have become a hungry man who have starved over 20 some years and have finally found  food!  I am reading everything and doing everything I can do understand the female psyche so that I have more than couple of options and that I can be the 'Alpha Male' when I go out with friends and do more than just having couple of boring conversations with girls.  Yes 4o years olf females can be called girls also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So follow me through my journey or learning and discovering the whole new world of getting the girl that you want and ultimately getting the sex that we all deserve.  Let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293981811005898458-8314856875724312967?l=loganpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8314856875724312967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293981811005898458&amp;postID=8314856875724312967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8314856875724312967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293981811005898458/posts/default/8314856875724312967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-about-me.html' title='A little about me.'/><author><name>Psychology of love, desire and sex.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15345945489397599550</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>
