<?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-1932780639034231613</id><updated>2012-01-21T03:44:05.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finesse</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm the mutha flippin'.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-640710432614340044</id><published>2008-07-29T02:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:39:15.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Taboos</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention, you can use social taboos to elicit particular frames. Mainly action frames, or at very least, thinking frames.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-640710432614340044?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/640710432614340044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=640710432614340044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/640710432614340044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/640710432614340044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/07/social-taboos.html' title='Social Taboos'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932780639034231613.post-1581182241027495522</id><published>2008-07-29T01:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:29:19.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Basic Picture Frame Theory</title><content type='html'>http://youtube.com/watch?v=5wYAQRzJS6w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, I tried to break this down as well as I could for you so that way you can see this in action, and relate it to interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this clip, Mimi is trying to pick up Roger. Notice it's all done with framing mainly. Those of you who have heard me talk about my picture frame theory or who have read about it this is a good example of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is building several types of frames throughout this interaction. This is what would be called a beginner PU in that she is building these frames mostly one after the other instead of all together. Notice: the original frame she wants is the relationship with him.  Thats her end goal, but she has to go through the motions with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraction, comfort, sexual attraction, seduction, I may have missed a few things in here, but for the most part that is whats happening in the video. Read my notes in parenthesis () actions are in brackets [] and the text is regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! I'll be breaking down more videos here sometime soon. If any of you have any in-field videos I'd be happy to break down those in terms of frames as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger was toast from the beginning in this video anyway. Just pointing that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets relate Picture Frame Theory shall we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oklahomalair.com/Finesse/PFT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.oklahomalair.com/Finesse/PFT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a person can get what they want they have to make sure they can get the other person to agree to it. I.E. they have to make sure that their frames are set the way the person who is trying to get something needs them to be set.  Mimi wanted the relationship (white box) but before she can get that she has to make sure attraction is there (red box), she has to qualify him(grey box) build comfort (black box), and build the sexual frame (blue box) and elicit emotional frame(green box) to get her relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Framing via Rent – Light my candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you forget? (Control Frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI enters, holding a candle and looking for a match;]&lt;br /&gt;[her electricity is down, too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a light? (Control frame, establishing attraction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you? -- You're --&lt;br /&gt;You're shivering (weak frame on his part but he is battling her for the control here, trying not to lay his cards on the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing&lt;br /&gt;They turned off my heat (she places a side of the frame, red box , im helpless, youre a man help me, playing on a social taboo to help build a frame)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just a little&lt;br /&gt;Weak on my feet (another side of the frame, red box, im helpless frame again, social taboo to turn her down)&lt;br /&gt;Would you light my candle? (forced action frame after she set the frame another side, red box, turned off the heat, weak and helpless, enforcing the taboo)&lt;br /&gt;What are you staring at? (Bait for attraction frame, she knows what he’s looking at, first side of blue box, first comfort, black box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Your hair in the moonlight (He has fallen into her attraction frame already, he just enforced the last side of the red box,)&lt;br /&gt;You look familiar (semi reframe on his part, he places the first side of the green box)&lt;br /&gt;[He lights her candle. MIMI starts to leave, but stumbles.]&lt;br /&gt;Can you make it? (She reframed with an internal action frame and ignored his attempt since he was trying to take over the attraction frame (red box), by stumbling, makes him ask if she’s ok, second side to black box, comfort)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just haven't eaten much today (reinforcing her frame attraction, red box)&lt;br /&gt;At least the room stopped spinning. (more reinforcement, she’s baiting him to chase her social taboo)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Your smile reminded me of – (he bought the chase frame, second side of green box, first side of sexual frame, blue box )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always remind people of -- who is she? (third side of green box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died. Her name was April (fourth side, and he just reinforced the emotional side, third comfort side, black box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI discreetly blows out the candle.] (frame was going somewhere (emotionally) she didn’t want it to go, so she re-directs to her original frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's out again (redirect bringing the emotion back up to good karma)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about your friend (being socially acceptable but then immediately moves on, down playing it to a friend role, not a relationship since that’s what she is looking for notice the tonality change to the next line (Shafts sub personalities post from ET’s blog))&lt;br /&gt;Would you light my candle? (restating the original frame that’s already been established)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER lights the candle. They linger, awkwardly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Ow! (creating the tension, and then breaking it, rapport break, starting to really get into the creating chemistry between the two of them here )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the wax -- it's --  (he bought further into her frame here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dripping! I like it -- between my – (first boundary of sexual frame, creating the tension, notice tonality (you can actually talk to both sub personalities with practice) she comes on a little to strong with her body language here, second side to blue box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers. I figured... (the same as ASD here on his part, he’s not at buying temperature yet)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI exits. ROGER heads back toward his guitar on the table.] (she play indifference and walks away)&lt;br /&gt;[There is another knock, which he answers.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blew out again? (reverting back to the frame that was previously established since that is now their basis of rapport sorta challenging it at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No -- I think that I dropped my stash (disqualifying, deferring value now, places more value in something else instead of him, taking his mind off the frame since he is trying to destroy that original frame, trying to build more comfort, black box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've seen you out and about (he’s trying to push his frame)&lt;br /&gt;When I used to go out&lt;br /&gt;Your candle's out (using her frame to try and keep commonalities and keep talking to her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm illin' --&lt;br /&gt;I had it when I walked in the door&lt;br /&gt;It was pure --&lt;br /&gt;Is it on the floor?( after he has re-confirmed the original frame the right way, changing the subject, the first frame being the first wall of the relationship frame she really wanted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor? (buying into the new boundary of the original frame she wanted) (second wall of relationship she really wanted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI gets down on all fours and starts searching]&lt;br /&gt;[the floor for her stash. She lookss back at ROGER,]&lt;br /&gt;[who is staring at her again.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I have the best ass below 14th street&lt;br /&gt;Is it true? (forced sexual frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? (a disqualify frame, not strong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're staring again.(forced sexual frame again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;I mean you do -- have a nice -- (bought into the sexual frame, he is getting close to reaching BT)&lt;br /&gt;I mean -- You look familiar (trying to brake the frame, he’s testing it to see how strong it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your dead girlfriend? (punishing him for trying to test her frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when you smile. (he tests it again)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? (buys into his frame, and baits him (since he kept bring that frame into it, she just flipped it and went with it with a bait, proper use of baiting))&lt;br /&gt;That's where I work - I dance - help me look (re-directing the frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;They used to tie you up --  (hook, line, and sinker, bit the bait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a living(disqualifying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI douses the flame again.] (bringing back the original relationship frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't recognize you&lt;br /&gt;Without the handcuffs (shit test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could light the candle (framing it in his mind to include her in his thoughts now)&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you light the candle? (bringing back the original relationship frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER lights it again.] (creating a semi yes chain by making him keep relighting it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you forget that stuff ( shit test)&lt;br /&gt;You look like you're sixteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nineteen -- but I'm old for my age (qualifying to him)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just born to be bad (re-frame to sexual with tonality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once was born to be bad (LMR/ASD)&lt;br /&gt;I used to shiver like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no heat -- I told you (re-frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to sweat (shit test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cold (re-frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a junkie (shit test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now and then I like to – (buying into his frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel good (sexual framing with tonality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it -- um – (buys into her frame and projects one of his own, he has reached buying temp so he’s shit testing her here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER stoops and picks up a small object: MIMI's stash.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? (making him re-inforce her frame he just bought into)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a candy bar wrapper (shit test/disqualify, flirting more and more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER puts it behind his back and into his pocket.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could light the candle (re frame, and re-direct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER discreetly blows out the candle.] (re-directing to divert attention flirting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'd you do with my candle? (shit test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my last match (let the seduction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes'll adjust, thank God for the moon (reframe lays her cards out after she knows hes at BT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not the moon at all&lt;br /&gt;I hear Spike Lee's shooting down the street (LMR/shit test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah humbug ... Bah humbug (freeze out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI places her hand under his, pretending to do it by accident.] (Escalation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold hands (seduction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours too. (energy shift and changing the pace, bring him out of state she owns his nuts at this point)&lt;br /&gt;Big. Like my father's&lt;br /&gt;You wanna dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you? (flirting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No -- with my father (flirting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROGER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Roger (caved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me (she won)&lt;br /&gt;They call me Mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They come extremely close to a kiss.] (walks away, she owns his nuts now)&lt;br /&gt;[MIMI reaches into his pocket, nabs the stash,]&lt;br /&gt;[waves it in front of his face, and makes a sexy exit.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-1581182241027495522?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1581182241027495522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=1581182241027495522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/1581182241027495522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/1581182241027495522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/07/basic-picture-frame-theory.html' title='Basic Picture Frame Theory'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-2703034095119593009</id><published>2008-06-18T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:35:15.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 - Picture Frame Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2 – Picture Frame Theory at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Framing someone into something can be calibrated with a simple cause and effect type set up. For instance, if one is sitting on the couch and his buddy walks by, the person on the couch asks his buddy to toss him the pillow on the floor as he walks by: chances are he will since he is walking by. Take that same guy on the couch and let’s instead say that he wants something out of the way for the guy that’s walking by. Let’s say he wants something to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, several things HAVE to be considered when implementing a frame…. For one, does that other person live there? Are they a guest or a host? If they are a host are they a good host? Are they in a good mood? Do they even like you (guy who is sitting on the couch)?  These are all questions that have to be answered before a controlled frame can even be implemented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ALL of these, though, are answered before you even bat an eyelash. This is the reason momentum and social proof are so very important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You are sitting on the couch, and the person that walks in is the host, if they are generous they don’t even care that you are just sitting there, they may wonder why the pillow is on the ground, but regardless. Obviously they somewhat like you since they are being a host, and if they are the generous type host then they are “socially” obligated to treat you better then they would their family…. Sorta (there is a line). You ask them to throw you the pillow on the ground, he will because 1) its his pillow and he doesn’t like his shit on the ground because he takes care of his stuff, 2) he’s the generous host and 3) its on his way through. The picture frame for that person to do something is already established thus picking up the pillow is no big deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;However, say that person on the couch wanted a drink of water, but didn’t want to get up… the kitchen is NOT on the way. Well we are still in luck, the fact that the host is of the generous kind plays to our lazy man’s plan. All he would have to do then was ask “Hey do you know if we have any ice?” Since it’s not his place its acceptable for him to ask such a question, and chances are the host would then go into the kitchen. Making a glass of water “on the way”. The host will probably ask “Do you want something to drink?” or “Yeah we have a little, why do you ask?” (in which you say “Yes, that would be lovely.” Or  “I was thinking about getting something to drink.” (to which he would probably respond “what do you want, ill get it for you.” )) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Picture frame theory is about creating and acknowledging the frame around any given conversation to apply in the way you want, in hopes, for the outcome you wish for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Take a girl giving her number out. There are a number of reasons women give their numbers out…. They’re drunk, horny, lonely, want to get rid of you and then will never answer or ask who’s this, they really like you, they want to hit on your friend, etc.. the list can go on.  Regardless, you want the number…. But you want to get it under the right contexts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Preferably the, lonely, horny, really like you frame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How do you establish this? Well getting her to like you is simple… just follow any of the countless community ways of building attraction. The hard part is in the setting the other stages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Think of frames as a play on stage. There are countless sets that are designed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Your goals, and what you look for in women are the sets for your frames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As you go through this play, you will need to set up each picture frame for whatever it is you are trying to accomplish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;By the above example, the lonely and horny parts can be achieved by establishing the life frame or in other words her “Internal Psychological Frame”. How do you do that you might ask… You use your external thinking frames and internal action frames to influence her internal thinking frame and internal action frame. Sound like greek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lemme break down the meanings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;These definitions are to be viewed as if in first person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Thinking Frames – Are frames inside your mind that you are consciously thinking about at any given moment about any given event, thing, person, etc… (i.e. “It’s on! She’s totally digging me” or “I’m the baddest mofo in here.”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Thinking Frames – Are phrases you say to make another person consciously think of something (i.e. Don’t think of a black cat.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Action Frames – Are frames that are a call to action of yourself (i.e. the 3 second rule, put your hand on her leg, etc…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Action Frames – are frames that are a call to action of another person (i.e. pick up that pillow, come here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Physchological Frames – are subconscious beliefs that you currently have in regards to life (inner game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Physhological Frames – are subconscious beliefs that another person has in regards to life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When you relate to someone these frames battle each other. For instance if I am talking to you, then my internal thinking frame is your external thinking frame, my internal action frame is your external action frame, and vice versa. What I mean by battling is that “alpha” means that you are in control, your internal frames should NEVER be sacrificed for her or anyone else for that matter unless YOU decide they can be. People will always challenge your internal frames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So lets read that again: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;By the above example, the lonely and horny parts can be achieved by establishing what her “Internal Psychological Frame” is. How do you do that you might ask… You use your external thinking frames and internal action frames to influence her internal thinking frame and internal action frame. Still sound like greek? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Framing takes so many things into consideration; this is why framing has only, up until recently, been taught in person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That’s all for now, check back soon for part 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-2703034095119593009?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2703034095119593009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=2703034095119593009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2703034095119593009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2703034095119593009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-2-picture-frame-theory.html' title='Part 2 - Picture Frame Theory'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-9093854213061051742</id><published>2008-06-03T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:24:26.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sorry fathers for I have sinned, it has been almost 2 months since my last confession...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have been quite busy actually, developing some new frame work stuff that I don't think I have seen anywhere, there may be people who know it, but I don't think they are aware that they actually know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What I am talking about is a break up of 6 different types of frames (at least), there may be more, however I have not found them as of yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Thinking Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Thinking Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Action Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Action Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Physchological Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Physhological Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Each one plays an important role in ANY interaction. You have heard El Topo, Sinn, and CJ talk about how frames are the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://the-red-mole.blogspot.com/2007/11/frames.html"&gt;bounderies of how a social situation is conducted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;", and I agree, however I also purpose, is a "picture frame theory" in which applies to the overall picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Each person has an all encompassing frame in which their entire LIFE is based. This is where all thier thoughts on ANY subject are formed, thoughts on things from sex before marriage, to abortion, to polotics and who they think should win the election and why, why they eat the foods they do, and why they act a certain way. You see a frame does define the boundry of the social interaction, however to say that one frame is the only thing that does would require one to acknowledge the fact that there are different types of frames as a whole. You can't have an atom unless you have a nucleus and protons/electrons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Same concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I call this picture frame theory, and this is my best explanation of it thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oklahomalair.com/Finesse/PFT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.oklahomalair.com/Finesse/PFT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Each color box is representative of a certain pre-existing frame or "internal frame" that someone has in regards to ANYTHING already within their life.  The grey is their internal life frame, the other colors could represent anything really however for this example we will consider the white picture frame their "sex frame". Each of the other frames that have to do with "sex" are now tied into this persons reason to or not to have sex. "The reasons are numerous, however, thanks to society and advertising, most women have a pretty standard view of sex and when they will and wont have it. I won't get into the brass tacks here since CJ has covered it pretty well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://captainjackpua.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuck-buddy-rules.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.  He has also covered other aspects of boyfriend frames vs. FB frames check his blog out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Going back to the model lets say the black frame represents her desire to be wanted in life by others.... standard woman desire, it's bred into them, however, they also want to be considered a "strong, intelligent woman" represented by the red frame, and of course, as CJ has pin pointed they don't want to be judged, represented here by the green frame, and the ability for her to keep it a secret, represented by the blue frame.  Everything is taken into acount in whether or not she will or wont have sex with you (white frame) and you have to make sure you cover as many social norms as possible in regards to what frames she has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Again, CJ has done an excellent job of pointing out the rules for gaining a fuck buddy, HOWEVER these rules apply to everything, not just fuck buddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ever met someone who could talk themselves into free shit, or out of a jam? They utilize picture frame theory in regards to peoples generosity, these people are also border line con artists if not full fledged con artists.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The above is the basis to understand my 6 frames;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Thinking Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Thinking Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Action Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Action Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Internal Physchological Frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;External Physhological Frames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ponder on that for a little bit and check back, I will release the meaning behind these 6 frames soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-9093854213061051742?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/9093854213061051742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=9093854213061051742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9093854213061051742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9093854213061051742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-long.html' title='After a long.....'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-292069400678012156</id><published>2008-04-10T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:14:42.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Framing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I sit here shitting, and typing on my laptop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Let me guess.... you just pictured a guy shitting.... and typing.... chances are, you pictured yourself as that guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lesson 1: CJ has said this before... whatever youre talking about, is happening in their mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;All game is, is framing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The act of constantly being sexual, so that way when you are that way to her, you aren't weird. And yes that includes being sexual with your buddies too you sick bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Being alpha also means not giving in to homosexual jokes and nipple tweaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Setting the right frames helps tremendously. Being able to read body language helps to set the right frames from the get go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;These are all just random thoughts at the moment.... I must wipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-292069400678012156?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/292069400678012156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=292069400678012156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/292069400678012156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/292069400678012156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-on-framing.html' title='More on Framing.'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-584712665650889707</id><published>2008-03-06T00:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:10:21.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Video Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Video Post... Test run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEgT7YjOGkg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jEgT7YjOGkg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-584712665650889707?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/584712665650889707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=584712665650889707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/584712665650889707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/584712665650889707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-video-blog.html' title='First Video Blog'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932780639034231613.post-8793693688995411644</id><published>2008-02-28T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:25:53.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Scrubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Av7m_Pgt1S8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Av7m_Pgt1S8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;No Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly&lt;br /&gt;And is also known as a buster (busta, busta...)&lt;br /&gt;Always talkin' about what he wants&lt;br /&gt;And just sits on his broke ass&lt;br /&gt;So (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your number (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give you mine and (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to meet you nowhere (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want none of your time and (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend's ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no scrub&lt;br /&gt;A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Of his best friend's ride&lt;br /&gt;Trying to holler at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a scrub checkin' me&lt;br /&gt;But his game is kinda weak&lt;br /&gt;And i know that he cannot approach me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash&lt;br /&gt;Can't get wit' no deadbeat ass&lt;br /&gt;So (no) (yea, yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your number (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give you mine and (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to meet you nowhere (no)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want none of your time (no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a car and you're walking&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes son i'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;If you live at home wit' your momma&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes son i'm talking to you (baby)&lt;br /&gt;If you have a shorty that you don't show love&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes son i'm talking to you (yea yea yea yea...)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get with me with no money&lt;br /&gt;Oh no i don't want no (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no scrub, no love)&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no no) (no scrub, no love)&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no no no no no)&lt;br /&gt;No scrub (no no)&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left eye:&lt;br /&gt;See, if you can't spatially expand my horizon&lt;br /&gt;Then that leaves you in a class with scrubs never risin'&lt;br /&gt;I don't find it surprisin'&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the g's&lt;br /&gt;To please me and bounce from here to the coast of overseas&lt;br /&gt;So, let me give you somethin' to think about&lt;br /&gt;Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me&lt;br /&gt;You as clear as dvd on digital tv screen&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy my appetite with something spectacular&lt;br /&gt;Check your vernacular&lt;br /&gt;And then i get back to ya&lt;br /&gt;With diamond like precision&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable is what i envision&lt;br /&gt;Can't detect acquisition&lt;br /&gt;From your friend's expedition&lt;br /&gt;Mr. big willy if you really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Ask chilli, could i be a silly ho&lt;br /&gt;Not really, t-boz and all my senoritas&lt;br /&gt;Is steppin' on your filas&lt;br /&gt;But you don't hear me though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-8793693688995411644?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8793693688995411644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=8793693688995411644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8793693688995411644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8793693688995411644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-scrubs_28.html' title='No Scrubs'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-5117727156771938084</id><published>2008-02-21T17:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:10:56.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KKK &lt;3's Obama!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailysquib.co.uk/?c=117&amp;amp;a=1227"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.dailysquib.co.uk/?c=117&amp;amp;a=1227&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KENTUCKY - USA - Imperial Wizard, Ronald Edwards has stated that, "anything is better than Hillary Clinton."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Christian Supremacist group the Ku Klux Klan has endorsed Barack Obama to be the next President of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from his Kentucky office in Dawson Springs, the Imperial Wizard exclaimed that anything or anyone is better than having that "crazy ass bitch" as President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in Klan history that any member of the KKK has ever publicly supported an African American candidate for the presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKK lodges all over America have been gathering and holding rallies supporting the black presidential candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Turk Cletus Monroe has also been very vocal about the election and has donated thousands of dollars to Obama's election fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The boy's gonna do it. My Klan group has donated up to $250,000 to the Obama fund. Anything is better than Hillary Clinton. Hell I'll even adopt a black kid from Africa before I vote for Hillary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few years back we were lynching negroes. Now we're gonna vote for one to be president of the US of motherfu**ing A, damn it! Anyone or anything is better than Hillary Clinton - anything!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placards for Barack Obama have been put up around the Klan's Headquarters and the KKK have announced a television ad campaign to support the African American candidate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-5117727156771938084?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5117727156771938084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=5117727156771938084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5117727156771938084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5117727156771938084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/kkk-3s-obama.html' title='KKK &lt;3&apos;s Obama!?'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-3317635381991293438</id><published>2008-02-19T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:36:22.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes of Game ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;.... And David Deida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iSlPoQm2XY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iSlPoQm2XY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to create a frame for her of a feminine frame, I then want to take the masculine frame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;FRAME HER INTO FEMININE. Think of ways to frame her into feminine after I open and create attraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you knew that you would be dead in 3 days, what would you want to accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ground my masculine frame and make it deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Create a masculine goal and change emotions in her while leading towards the goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don’t ask questions. Instead lead, the frames are fluid as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes on David Deida. Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Current Society = Neutrality between masculine and feminine&lt;br /&gt;Masculine and feminine make up the poles for sexual polarity.&lt;br /&gt;1st Stage of Masculine – Macho Jerks (Feminine = Housewives) Rigidness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd Stage of Masculine – Free Spirits (Feminine = More dominant) Neutrality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;3rd Stage of Masculine – Neutrality to choose and acknowledge when to use it from both parts.&lt;br /&gt;Masculine Mastery balance is master of the 2 polar opposites.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Polarity is created between the 2 polar opposites.&lt;br /&gt;1st stage – Selfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd stage – Making the world better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;3rd stage – Transcends a lifetime S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;uperficial Desires – If you live on the basis of superficial desires then you start living by feelings, such as fears. Such as fears of not making enough money, not finding someone to love, being alone, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Live instead, on your deepest love. Your deepest purpose. Stop doing, start feeling.&lt;br /&gt;As you feel the source of every thought, it creates an impulse.&lt;br /&gt;Follow the impulses that are created in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;What would you need to become before you die, so that you can die complete?&lt;br /&gt;Set up my life so that I may earn a living and die complete.&lt;br /&gt;Give and let go. It doesn’t matter what happens You give an let go. Love, passion, emotion. Do not get attached.&lt;br /&gt;Getting attached is feminine, and maintaining rigidness is masculine, that is the balance of both. Give and forget.&lt;br /&gt;How do you stay on track?&lt;br /&gt;Trusting your own mind and body is a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Growing from dependence to independence, (moving from 2nd to 3rd stage)&lt;br /&gt;If I keep changing my mind, without accomplishing the goal, it creates distrust.&lt;br /&gt;Ground my masculine to create trust. Am I willing to constantly feel the feminine without hoping to end anything?&lt;br /&gt;Feminine is always changing, the mind is always changing, it will never stop. So defining a point to focus on is impossible with the feminine. (Hence the dancing butterfly)&lt;br /&gt;Masculine is the rigidness to stay focused, and embrace the feminine and love it while staying focused. (Hence lead with the masculine goal in mind, and use some chick crack interspersed.)&lt;br /&gt;Do not voice that in with has been sourced in the feminine, instead my goals should be rooted in the masculine.&lt;br /&gt;Feel motivation. Motivation is the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;When a woman is in the feminine her mind changes, feminine emotions change.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bother to ask “What are you feeling?” Questions change the flow of feminine frame.&lt;br /&gt;Instead just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;Masculine grows through challenge and criticism.Feminine grows through praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-3317635381991293438?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3317635381991293438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=3317635381991293438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/3317635381991293438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/3317635381991293438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/notes-of-game.html' title='Notes of Game ..'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-2887886143358386933</id><published>2008-02-15T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:32:56.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: VDay Blowout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was literally nothing out last night, what a dissapointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I open with "Happy Valentines".... Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask them if cupid missed them too. HBred was a little reluctant to open. But she eventually did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all I think this was one of the most boring sets I have ever been in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fenix winged and kept them going, if it wern't for him I'd surely have just said fuck it, (excellent job mate) and Vector and his company pulled back-up duty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really was bored out of my mind in this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Myspace closed the target, and #closed the OB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll see what happens, altough I don't think it'll be much. I'm not really interested in HBred.  She doesn't like sports (e.g. football) and that's a big turnoff for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-2887886143358386933?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2887886143358386933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=2887886143358386933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2887886143358386933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2887886143358386933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/fr-vday-blowout.html' title='FR: VDay Blowout'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-1283834683082946462</id><published>2008-02-14T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:01:11.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to share a text battle I had with a girl just a moment ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: (I used GS's V-day closing from the Austin Society) Happy unimaginative, consumerist, entirely arbitrary, manipulative and shallow interpretation of a romance day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Ooh. Someone is a little bitter about St. Valentines day. Do you not have a date or something? It's alright, you're still hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Where's your date missy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Haha I broke up with the guy I was seeing about a week ago. it happens, I should have planned it better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Haha u should have. Ill tell you what. Ill pick u up and I promise ull have the worst vday ever. Ill even let you buy dinner. Sound like fun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Greaaaaaat. Love it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Great. Pick you up at 8 then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Hahaha. Nah. I'm high maintenence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Awesome! Then you can look at yourself in the mirror as im hittin it from behind. Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Ha! Youre not endearing yourself to me. I'm actually going to go out with some girlfriends I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Way to waste all this awesome flirting we've had going on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Haha Well I don't know. High maintence girls just like being chased I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: What are you talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: I'm just teasing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: If youre gonna tease me... U have to follow through. And I dont think you have it in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: I doubt I would fuck you if that's what youre saying. I don't see you putting in the kind of effort it would take. I don't do one night stands No matter hot the guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Whoa! Slow down pumkin. I need comfort and trust before I can do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her:Lol you're cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;______________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Questions, comments, critique. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-1283834683082946462?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1283834683082946462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=1283834683082946462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/1283834683082946462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/1283834683082946462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wanted-to-share-text-battle-i-had.html' title='Text Battle'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-8453562073309748457</id><published>2008-02-11T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:35:57.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Framing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of you know I have been studying frames more recently. This is just a post of my observations thus far, it may or may not be revolutionary, but I dont care. This is just what I have noticed about frames as of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;El Topo's post on Frames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-red-mole.blogspot.com/2007/11/frames.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://the-red-mole.blogspot.com/2007/11/frames.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been following ET and CJ's takes on frames more recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;FRAMES are CRUCIAL to any PUA's game. Any PUA who can master frames and frame games and such, has a very good chance of blowing the door wide open when it comes to their limits in game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've noticed, frames are used everyday, in every conversation, glance, and look. Every body position tells a story and anything that a person does sets a frame. I am curious..... Is there a way to set an "approachable" frame. Like if a girl is extremely attracted to you, and she's giving you the "fuck me" eyes, can you frame her, from a distance to approach you instead using body language and eye contact? Is this why some guys seem "more approachable" than others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, I'm curious about how far the frame should go when dealing with the cockblocks. Where exactly is that line that you must draw in order for you to successfully bounce or "steal" your target, when using frames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A list of the frames I have observed over the past 2 days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Customer frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Employee frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seducer frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seducee frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Party guy frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caring guy frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attraction frame (including here, sexual attraction, friendship attraction, aquintance attraction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Going into more detail about these frames, they go in stages, Aquintance first, meaning that they like you enough to continue to talk to you for a little but not enough to give the number, friendship attraction frame means you arent going sexual with your attraction material, and the sexual attraction frame means you are.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Authority frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Subordinate frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playful submissive frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playful dominent frame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each frame can actually have multiple frames inlayed into them inherently thus making a frame that much more transparent from what I can tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From what I gather, if you take a frame down to the basics, it all comes down to a give/take type relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For instance the simple command, "Get me a glass of water while you're up." Could have multiple types of inlayed frames, due to tonality, voice inflection, and body language. (This is the reason texting is so hard to do sometimes, understanding framing will help with your text game a ton.) So lets add this to that phrase, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your mom is bed ridden and you are taking care of her, you are in her room talking to her and you get up to go get some grapes.... she says it in a very subordinate frame that implies "taking pity" on her. It's not authoritative and thus puts you in control. Although you are likely to get her a glass of water regardless of what tone she uses or whether or not she uses an authoritative framing position, the fact that she conveys a "take pity on me" atitude and tonality puts her in control, because she is subconsiously pulling at your soft spot and you don't notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take that same line, "Get me a glass of water while you're up" and apply it to a bar scenario, you and the dudes are chillaxin, sippin on some, and you are tired of beer, you want some water, but you pinned in.... a buddy is gonna go to the bathroom.... you say in a very subordinate frame "get me some water" and they are likely to respond favorably since you arent taking an authoritative stance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course this all goes down to how you grew up. Some people have grown up being very submissive (like myself) and have had to break the cycle. Of course you have to be able to recognize that in which you intend to break. Constantly being in a subordinate, submissive frame is what is typically called, "Being Beta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as being in a authoritative, dominate frame makes you alpha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think, I haven't tested yet, that it doesn't matter what type of frame it is as long as it is the dominant version of it. I think every frame has an authoritative side, and a subordinant side as a fundamental law to negative/positive theories. For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction.... Just some are beta moves and some are alpha. Which ones are you exhibiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-8453562073309748457?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8453562073309748457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=8453562073309748457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8453562073309748457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8453562073309748457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/framing.html' title='Framing'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-9062326458011438952</id><published>2008-02-06T06:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:00:34.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milton_model"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milton_model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been studying frames and framing as well as more inner game stuff as of late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Framing is oddly intriguing, and I feel I don't fully grasp the concepts behind it. Or maybe I do grasp the basics... just not the advanced stuff.... I always try and get ahead of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll post more about my observations later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-9062326458011438952?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/9062326458011438952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=9062326458011438952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9062326458011438952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9062326458011438952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/httpen.html' title='Frames'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-2402299247917640787</id><published>2008-02-06T06:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:10:25.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cj's posts are the shiznit.... check out his stealth frames.... he's on the right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-2402299247917640787?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2402299247917640787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=2402299247917640787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2402299247917640787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2402299247917640787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/cj.html' title='CJ'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-310426389151423995</id><published>2008-02-06T02:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:46:12.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Update***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;FClosed HBSister last night. That was a freakin, weird ordeal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole night we are vibing sexually and flirting back and forth. Kissing, making out, and so on... Later that night we get back to her place, get into bed and things start to heat up. We start touching I get hard, and pull out the Kung Fu penis, she responds by sucking my finger and dry humping me, then she rolls over and starts to watch the movie again. I know you guys don't want to hear this but for this stories sake, deal with it. By this point I of course have a wood thats about to bust out of the boxers, and she just stopped. Ok thats fine, she beat me to the punch that time, no worries, right? Wrong. I lose the tent Im pitchin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We start making out again, I'm poking her in the ass, rubbing her pussy through her shorts, and sucking on her titty...... she stops again.... no tensing, no warning ... just puts the breaks on. Rolls over and..... continues to watch the movie..... I again... lose erection. God damnit I am closing this one tonight if I have to die trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as quickly as she turns it off, she turned it BACK ON, rolled over on top of me and begins to dry hump again.... Originally I would speculate that shes maybe a virgin... but she has a kid. I get wood, and say fuck it... caveman this shit. I flip her off me, and get on top of her, she likes it. She likes me getting forceful.. I think awesome I finally get to play, "Just the tip, just for a little to see how it feels." ..... WRONG! She clams up, watches the movie and I AGAIN lose erection.... Ok.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;One more time, by this point Im getting fed up. By this point we have dry humped for about 2 hours.... Im to the point where I am almost rubbed raw.... this shit sucks... Im thinkin possibly a BJ at this point, not likely though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, she rolls back ontop of me, and starts going at it.... Shirt is off. Houston we have nipple suction. And once again, we have lift off. Things are going swimmingly.. Pants come off, since Im getting rubbed raw, both hers and mine. and just as quickly as it started... it ends... shes off, watching the movie, and I once again..... lose the erection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOW I am COMPLETELY turned off. I could care less...I have it in my mind that I am not gonna hit it tonight. At this point I didn't think Jessica Alba and Jessica Simpson making out could make me pop wood. Im sore as shit, completely turned off despite the bitchin body on top of me, and I am rapidly developing a case of blue balls. She initiates once again, I dont respond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I watch the movie, she tries harder, still no response. After about 30 more minutes of no response she starts biting me.... it fucking hurts.... I hate biting. So I pull her hair. MIKEY LIKES! She totally responds to that. Holy hell.... bitch if I would have known you were kinky then I would have skipped the pleasantries and just stuck it in your ass. .... Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I pull hair, and actually semi get turned on because of this.... normally this IS the creme de la creme of my sexual wishes.... I love pulling hair, smackin asses, and being rough and I am pretty good at filtering the girls sexual style through questions ive asked before, but she didnt let anything be known to me beforehand. What a whore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To this point I have gotten and lost my erection 6+ times within 3 hours. I dont know about you guys, but after 2 hours it is extremely hard for me to continue to function if I have maintained sexual activity with no break. This is fucking pushing it... Finally.... the tip goes in. Great. Shes on top and riding it. I flip her over and hit it missionary style.... she pushes me off and gets on her knees.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT before she does that she does something weird, like touching herself or something....??? I lose my focus... I start picking up ambient noise in the background... the part of the movie was I now pronounce you chuck and larry, and the part was when the guy was stuck in the chimney thing... and they were fighting.... HILARIOUS.... but not good for maintaining wood as your hitting it from behind.... I have to stop I cant fucking concentrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fellas.... not my finest moment.... but god damit with what I had to go through for this one, Im counting this one as a close, fuck what ya'll say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HBmagiceye and I have a day 2 set up. Awesome. I didn't think anything was working out really, so I pushed her off. She came back. Weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/***Update***&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lessons.... fuck what they want... I should lead and they should tell me as I am getting what I want, what they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Theres a reason they say "In the event that the oxygen masks drop, put yours on first." Even before children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-310426389151423995?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/310426389151423995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=310426389151423995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/310426389151423995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/310426389151423995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-8385272124026593587</id><published>2008-02-06T02:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:37:23.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>70 Sets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to keep track of my next 70 sets for three reasons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.I need to start evaluating my previous sets better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I need to start keeping track of things in general. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. 70 is a requirement to get into the Austin thingy. Here are my first 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Per the stylelife challenge, I had to geniunly compliment 4 women. Style said I could use people I know.... but wheres the fun in that. I consider this all 1 because it was a SLA thing and really I didnt do anything but fullfill the mission. I had a lazy day. First girl, Anna, had gorgeous green eyes.... absolutely stunning. I wish I would have "sarged" her..... hindsight. Second girl had a pretty artistic flare. Didn't get her name, but she had green eye shadow and green accessories to match. I normally dont like the grunged out hair look, number 3 had it. She wore it well, a little young but whatever. Girl 4, had a pretty eclectic sense of style, Totally mismatched, which was oddly cool. I realized I only remembered 1 of their names. I must work on that and continue to push all interactions. All but 1 of these was day game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Set number 2 bombed horribly. I used a direct opener for the first time in a mixed 3 set. I met up with Persian Prince at Northpark and after lunch I noticed a cute blonde, HB7. I noticed as she walked over to her group after getting her food. While she was placing her order I actually had opened her in the line I had told her and another girl I was going to cut in front of them to grab a refill right quick. Hindsight is I should have sarged her there instead. BUT, I decided I wanted to use my direct opener, AND Persian Prince brought up a GRAND idea. Going direct on a group to just your target..... That'll be a toughy, but I'm down. Upon first glance I think it's three ladies but as I approach I notice 1 is a dude with really long hair. I didn't plan for this, but whatever. Im a PUA right? Fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: "ex-excuse me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Oh Hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;More stuttering and I finally get my opener out... I FTC WAY too soon, My transitions were sloppy, and I totally ignored everyone else, didnt make enough eye contact, looked away. I immediately get, " I have a boyfriend." I went in with an agenda. I came out with nothing. Note to self .... dont have an agenda next time. Halfway through the interaction I forget about sarging and actually listen to Andrew. I forgot the 2 female names... but Andrew wants to sky dive naked..... disturbing. This was embarrassing I thought. I was seated though and we all had a conversation, but this one, I thought, reminded of me when I first started..... This was a day set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; I am only counting real sets. There was someone with me that had asked me about framing so I showed them what I knew on a couple of sets. But this next set I am really proud of. HB8ish Is that what you'd give her, Afterlife? She was wearing blue pants. Nice ass from what I could tell. I am still on my direct opener kick. I get this one almost perfect. Still needs some work. I fudge a couple of lines, and I found out I am not prepared. It seems that this opener has had the same effect on both the sets I have used it on thus far. They stutter and cant come up with anything intresting because they are caught off gaurd. They have both blushed, so I need to rethink the type of transition I use. After a slight delay, I get things going again. Her brother is an attorney, and she loves fashion. She has a boyfriend too, so she wont give me her number out of respect to him, but she will give me her email. Hindsight, I only spent about 2 or 3 minutes in set so I definately needed more comfort before I try and get the number. I FTC at the right point, but again it needs a little more comfort next time around, and quite possibly a heart melter or other form of DHV. This was a day set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Night starts off a little earlier than normal. Decide to meet up with Ca$h and Professor at Sherlocks earlier in the day. Vector texts me and says he and his little lady are rollin out too. Awesome! Haven't seen them in a while and she seems to be mad at me for some reason I still lub her though. I roll in alone, and REALLY have to piss. I live like about 40 minutes away and the Red Bull and water that I downed earlier is kicking in. (Red Bull is better than crack.... seriously.) As I hold my member, Professor texts, "Here, where you is?" I text back, "Holding myself and thinking of you."..... ok that last part is a lie, BUT I thought about it... youre lucky Professor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Find him, grab beer, the place is kinda dead, get an important call that I take ... 20 minutes later, I do some short sets, as we are waiting for Ca$h. Mostly sausage, so I assertively start my dominance routines, and Professor and I chat a bit about AI's we were getting. Most alpha guy there... Check. (Besides my wings of course, they kick ass, too. I like goin out with them, it always takes the pressure off.) I've wanted to analyze AI's a little bit more thouroughly as of recently, from what I can tell, is you have approximately 10 seconds to approach before they'll leave, if youre just standing there. If you don't approach before then, kiss that set good bye. They will also pivot their bodies alot. So if you are having a hard time identifying an AI then you have to look for pivoting. They pivot because they want to make sure that you are at least semi looking at them, could be other reasons, that was my first actual observation of AI's, as I never really thought about them before. The more you are in set, the more AI's you get, and those AI's will stay around. Place picks up a bit and I open my first girlie set of the night. Mixed 5 set 3 guys, 2 girls. Ask the "more alpha" guy if he knows that guys name from Datelines, To catch a predator... Chris something or other... The girls immediately offer their opinions. "It's on the tip of your tongue." some more banter, I decide I see a better 4 set approaching, 4 lovely ladies, I then.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Open them... Me: "HEY! You know it! I know you do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Know what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me:(Point to everyone I was just talking to including Professor who was coming back) We were trying to figure out what that guys last name from to catch a predator is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HBChris Hanson: Why are you one of those sexual predators? (They all chime in) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: YES I am. Come here you. (HUG) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Them: (laughing) Me: no bet seriously I NEED to know this it's important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Hanson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HBChris Hanson: I'm chris hanson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: You look like em. (stick tongue out.) Professor comes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Hanson... Chris Hanson (hands me a beer)(thanks buddy) Oh hey bro thanks, Guys this is Professor, Professor.... Um... I dont know who they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls: They intorduce themselves. (Except chris hanson.... she affirms her alter ego) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I turn and re engage the previous set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Hey its hanson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Them: some more talk. the girls: YES Hanson! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Not the band *shake my head* Girls *laugh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I turn back around. Prof then skillfully picks up the other 2 I wasnt really intrested in. A little banter back and forth between the 4 of us. As me and the other 2 girls were talking the other 2 try and leave, and TRY to pull them away, but I keep re-engaging because I saw that they were blowing their friends off for me... lol instant gratification. I then shoo them along as my wing is back and we have "grown up" things to talk about. 2 AI's. It's amazing, make the group laugh and get rises, that is the true AI magnet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want AI's you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) naturually be good looking, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) make em laugh. All of them, guys included. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Ca$h texts me, "Here"........."Cool at the pool tables." We wait a bit.... talk.. wait..20 minutes later Im tired of waiting... seriously Ca$h did they have to frisk you at the door or something? Did they see that big honker of a thing you call a penis and just feel like they HAD to see it? WTH. Prof and I walk upstairs and finally see Ca$h walk in... He didn't see us and goes left... Damnit... Im not chasin em. Open up some more men sets in that area, that will later be used to assert more alphaness amounst that area. I think my opener for these 2 sets was.... "Dude, what the hell is that? (pointing at their drinks) One convo went like this. It was a miller lite..... piss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Thats like piss man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beta 1: It's what he got me man (pointing at his friend), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: It's ok man we can't all be perfect.... Where' your ladies I wanna hit on em? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beta 1 and 2: Haha just us bro.... Me: Oh... damn... lol can I hit on you instead (start walking away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beta1: (pointing to Beta 2) him maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Righhht, ill catch up with ya'll later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Them: Later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I leave I see a 2 set eyeing me from the corner of my eyes..... Hindsight... I should have opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Find Prof because they have a habit of walking in front of me... and I have a habit of opening sets as I am walking... so They keep walking and I get into sets.... this occurs pretty often. Prof leanrs to wlk behind me though lol .... Ca$h on the other hand never learned.... I will lose him throughout the rest of the night. Sorry buddy. Run into Ca$h and he takes a piss... then we push him into a set. He does extremly well, considering he's practically still a PU virgin.... We'll bust that cherry of yours soon man. It's getting crowded now.... and I LOVE when it gets crowded... It gives a very effective open like this validity... however this one could be used in general. (Misex 6 set 3 girls, 3 guys) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: hey man, did you just grab my ass? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brother: Nah man, lol what the hell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: no dude Im serious, you gotta watch these fuckers round here.. I just had my ass grabbed. (Ladies listening intently) and it wasn't like a faminine grab, it was like a firm grab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HBSister: Like this *grabs my ass* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: no, nothing like that... (in her ear) hold out you hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HBSister: (complies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: (smack her hand) (in her ear) next ones on your ass if you do that again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HBSister: (grabs my ass again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Thats its, bend over She then thrusts her ass into my crotch and I spank it.... Everyone looks haha. Some hugs in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brother: Hey man thats my sister.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Haha you didnt beat her up enough when you were younger then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brother: AHH haha its cool man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Hey We totally love each other (hugs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I figure now would be a good time to figure out how the rest of the group is related. lol that was close.  After I find that out I get a text from Vector. Theyre there... I decide to eject at a high point, go meet up with them since I havent seen his sexy ass in a while, another beer, and try... notice I said try to assist with Ca$h's set.... (I ended up #closing and day 2ing HBSister later that night. As well as Isolating, kclosing and parading her.) I find him but he's already out of set, and standing next to Chris Hanson and company. I re-open by kicking Chris Hansons ass. Me, Ca$h and Prof are in set with them. I get some hugs in somewhere... I get the green light from the other 2 OB's that were trying to pull them away earlier. I do so with the intent of re-opening them later to close HBChris Hanson..... little do I know I never get the chance. By this point: Social Proof.... Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; The last set I don't remember too much about.... by this time Vector is pretty toasty, and I see a walking Magic Eye puzzle. I point it out. it was a 3 set of ladies. We get into set and I know that my wing(s) wingmanship shined in that interaction.... I totally had isolation right there WITHOUT having to move. What more could I ask for? I had about 20 minutes with HBMagic Eye. I do remember that during the conversation she said that she liked my Magic Eye pick up line but she's heard them all... I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Baby, thats not a pick up line, and you havent heard this one. "Are your a parking ticket?" Her:.... um no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Cause baby youve got fine written all over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: hahaha never heard that one (she hugs me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I know uh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I end up #closing her as they leave. .... Not a strong close I think, but we'll see what happens. Lessons for the night....... Focus on comfort material and transitioning more. My comfort was decent, but it needs to be better, and my transitioning needs to be flawless...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Opening, Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Attraction.. Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way .... I have a bet with... I think Afterlife or Fenix..... I am supposed to get a lay by my 7th set. I think, I may have accomplished that with the 7th set..... Too soon to tell. Ill keep you posted on the day 2. I totally didn't mean for it to happen that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; HBBTstripper was #closed at cowboys. While being a wallflower, I actually made an observation. I had noticed this actually several times before this night and this was actually the first time I had verbalized anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The observation was that you can always tell whether a girl is a stripper, was a stripper, or wants to be one, by the way she dances to rock songs. Rock if a girl can shake that ass to led zepplin, van halen, aerosmith, or (insert favorite rock group here) then you can damn well bet she's got something to do with taking clothes off for money, or at very least has thought about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;With that observation I state to the fellas, and then point out all the girls dancing. Most of them danced like white guys normally dance..... except HBBTstripper. She was shakin it with the best of 'em. I had to therefore ask, you know, to prove myself correct in my assumptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: So what club do you dance at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: You heard me, dont play coy.... what club? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Are you calling me a stripper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: If you perfer to be called that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: *shocked look* *hits me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I'll take that as a yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: *hits me* I turn around and walk off. I later #close her, I actually had to be pushed to close.....go figure. Thanks guys for that. Day 2 is pending. This is a weekday day 2 girl since she dances and works at a bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Later that same night PicturePerfect gets opened by a Calista Flockhart look-a-like. Her ensuing friend leaves for a bit, but then comes back... followed by some guy. I wing. This is a rare occurance.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Usually I don't think I "wing" on a regular basis. So I play the "next shiney object" game. and I keep it up for about 20 to 30 min. I go "dance" with the girl OB .... the guy follows and stands there and watches as I dance with his girl, and just to clarify... I dont dance. As a matter of fact I play "lets run into as many people on the dance floor as possible". Thats my idea of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we do that.... of course, its near closing time and there are only about 8 couples dancing.... I dont think its obvious we are criss-crossing the dance floor just to run into someone new. Its fun, we both have fun and she gives me several IOI's... although I don't know what they are... I forgot. The next shiney game is not to be played if you plan on insta-dating, or bouncing.... If you are winging you also really need to have good solid game throughout to truly be beneficial to your wing, should he decide to bounce and whatnot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I #close her, thinking we weren't bouncing and really had no intention of continuing conversation..... But then we bounce... The rest of the night didn't go to well. my target was on her phone the entire time. Extremely hard for me to do much. I didn't pre-empt a whole hell of alot, and therefor fucked up a very good shot at an SNL.... if thats what we wanted. They turn out to be under 21.... and a little weird. PP and I both noticed it, but couldn't really pin-point anything. He thinks it's because they had never experienced anything like us.... he may be right... may be right indeed. I've talked to her several times since that night.... shes still crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; I am going to school to become a parallegal. Well, i contacted the president of the parallegal club. Just as luck would have it, most parallegals are women. Thats awesome, I definately wanna be in this club then..... if they're hot. I call her up. Ring ring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Hello? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: well hello there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: haha hi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Hi, im Finesse and I was calling bout the parallegal club. blah blah blah. her: why do you want to join? Me: Im all about networking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: me too, i swear by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: thats awesome... You know... I dont really tell people this... BUT I am actually a member of a super secret undergroup lair of seduction artists that specialize in enhancing skills to be able to network...... and seduce women. Are you seduced yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Doooo What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Its true. I swear it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: hahahahahah OMG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: I like Michael Jackson, do you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: Love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me: Thats good... cause Ive totally been on this 80's music kick. Just so ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;blah blah blah ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;that bout rounds up the attraction material. I build a little comfort as well in there and just shortly after the michael jackson schpill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just things Ive "noticed" about her and things about me. Of course I already have her number. but she myspace closes me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-8385272124026593587?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8385272124026593587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=8385272124026593587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8385272124026593587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8385272124026593587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/02/70-sets.html' title='70 Sets'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-5303919016139324806</id><published>2008-01-04T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:41:32.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oneitus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oneitus&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt;   a person that has consumed your thoughts. A person that has become one of the things you think about on a continuous basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How does a person actually get to the point where all they can think about is someone else?  I can't stop thinking about her.  She is amazing in every way. I have yet to find something I don't like about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's weird.  We both want each other, but she just got out of a relationship and doesnt want to be exclusive with anyone yet. I guess I need to go game other people. . . . . and not be entirely excessible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny how that works.... to keep them you have to push them away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God certainly is a comedian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-5303919016139324806?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5303919016139324806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=5303919016139324806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5303919016139324806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5303919016139324806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2008/01/oneitus.html' title='Oneitus'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-8095756008418456879</id><published>2007-12-16T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:06:43.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Theatre Kino</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was originally posted on &lt;a href="http://www.stylelife.com/"&gt;stylelife.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before the movie I usually like to engage in a pre-movie thumb wrestle.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right before the first preview (as you see the lights dimming) I say "Oh, check it out (as if i am about to tell her something)... (grab her knee and face her, looking into her eyes about the time the "This preview has been approved for general audiences..." is going away) and then when you hear the first sound effect turn towards the screen, with your hand still on her leg.... then face her and say "Nevermind ill tell you later" ( pat her thigh and remove hand from leg and lean away in your chair) At the movies thats what I will do the first time im with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those 2 things raise her compliance threshhold for the rest of the interaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is an extremely fast escalation, the thumb wrestling just introduces her to the fact that you'll be touching her, and the knee is sorta the same as touching her elbow, with the exception that its more intimate. If you want, instead of leaving your hand on her knee while you talk, you can sorta pat it like this, (Grab knee) Oh (release) check it (grab) out (release)... Today I saw(grab) this midget(release)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is also equally as effective or has been for me in raising the threshhold.After that it shouldnt be to hard to transition to hand holding or her leaning on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I usually dont put my arm around the girl unless several of things are met... 1) the theatre has the chairs that let you lift the armrest, 2) we are already hold hands, 3) she is leaning into me.You want her leaning into you. So when you do the rapid fire kino you lean away(takeaway), then as the preview starts to end i'll lean back and whisper something cliche like "That looks good", or "I want to see that.", "Sucks." Whatever it is you want to say.... Don't look at her while you do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once that happens I just stay there, leaning to her a little bit, as the movie progresses I still make comments but I make them softer and I lean away more and more to where eventually she's leaning towards me. After I notice whether shes leaning my way or not I just grab her hand if she is, continue with the comments if shes not. As far as escalating after your holding her hand, I favor the matching your fingers up to hers and looking at your hands (creates an intimate connection), and the hand kiss.... (the hand kiss usually leads to a movie theatre kiss, then kiss session, then make out.... depending on the girl. You should know how to calibrate that though.Obviously a movie theatre is a REALLY bad place to try and escalate since you cant talk to 1) build comfort and 2) distract her from what youre actually doing. The story can be ANY DHV story that you currently have or an interesting opener, or as you have said you could always just have "forgotten". But usually what happens is I start my story like for instance.... "Oh check it out, today I saw the funniest thing, this midget....(trail off and watch preview)"It's best and more believable if you can get halfway or into the story before you stop... plus as you are telling this, its all happening when people are getting quiet to watch the movie so its perfect to lean in a little or quite a bit to talk into her ear while your hand is still on the knee. The story actually has an ending, and the ending is "This midget was, I guess in the process of, walking this massive beast that looked like a great dane, and appearantly (s)he lost the leash so (s)he was chasing this gigantic dog down the side of the road, have you ever seen a midget run? Oh dear... It kinda reminded me of you."HB: What? Why?PUA: Well the midget was (insert ethnicity of HB here). (Smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-8095756008418456879?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8095756008418456879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=8095756008418456879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8095756008418456879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8095756008418456879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/12/movie-theatre-kino.html' title='Movie Theatre Kino'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932780639034231613.post-3028360853532619485</id><published>2007-11-20T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:17:49.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shits makin sense now. Praise fuckin Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I buy whips on the regular.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Push em' off push em' off me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-3028360853532619485?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/3028360853532619485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=3028360853532619485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/3028360853532619485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/3028360853532619485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-level.html' title='New Level'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-6182267421192749654</id><published>2007-11-04T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:34:43.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT: If you ever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you ever get a girl pregnant and you don't want a child, ask for an abortion.... if she wont do it then ask her to put it up for adoption, if she wont do that then take her RIGHT THEN and relinquish your rights with an attorney and get her to sign it.  If she wont do that then punch that bitch in the stomach over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck them, fuck all you gold diggers, I hope ya'll burn in hell and on earth you cunts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I raise a big fucking middle finger to all those fucking bitches, and to the guys that say the system is fair, YOU are fucking idiots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace, love and death bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-6182267421192749654?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6182267421192749654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=6182267421192749654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/6182267421192749654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/6182267421192749654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/11/rant-if-you-ever.html' title='RANT: If you ever....'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-7940850214835607325</id><published>2007-09-23T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:33:58.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine Stack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to develope a routine stack. That is my next goal. I will have the "boring", "record-style" things that I say all the time. I will find out how this game is structured, and once I do, the world is mine, Pinky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once I figure out what needs to be in a stack.... I will begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-7940850214835607325?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7940850214835607325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=7940850214835607325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7940850214835607325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7940850214835607325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/09/routine-stack.html' title='Routine Stack'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-4588043320343662469</id><published>2007-09-23T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:33:20.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Temple of Poon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty, so last night I went to a stripclub. First time sarging a strip joint. Of course.....extenuating circumstances prevented me from going when it would have been easier/better to do so. All those damn whores runnin' around makin that cheddah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wit a pretty large group ya dig. See it was my boys bachelor party. So we roll in spot a table and proceed to oogle the females, and the fight that is on la tele. Everyone is drinking except me..... fucking hell. But that is cool. That just means thats ill remember the titties that were shoved in my face the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being there for about 30 minutes the girlies start to come over and (if you have you legs crossed) push your leg down and sit on our laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because they go on rotation around the group until the think they get a bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, seemed to be getting a different type, and group of girls on my lap. They girls would sit for what I would later verify to be around 30 minutes..... I never once paid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get them to leave, but they wouldn’t, and I don't know why. I told them how I admired their sales skills, and that I thought their girl friends running around were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always asked why I said that..... well.... for one... their sales skills are awesome. For instance, I observed a girl dancing on a guy.... giving him a regular lap dance, no happy ending. But every time she noticed another guy staring at them her dance would get more provocative, WHILE she continued to hold eye contact with the guy that she wasn’t dancing on that noticed her. Then without fail, she would walk AWAY, then walk past, and 90% of the time the guy that observed originally then became a customer.... fucking genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the friends being funny….. they just are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told one stripper her ass was to big, but the rest her was bangin, but that if she wanted to hang with me she needed to sit on the arm rest, she proceeded to bounce up and down…. So I pinched her ass. Hard like too, in a non i-want-to-fuck-you kinda way too. Then I told her I admired the fact shes a strong independent woman, and I asked her how her boyfriends deal with her being a stripper cause most guys get jealous….. yadda yadda. As I am talking I pat the arm rest as if I am telling her to move over there. She complies, and I then tell her to skidattle, go make some money or her boss will be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these girls return later in the night. Neither actually hold me attention, nor interest me, so I don’t pursue passed the warm ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT ON STAGE ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl (hbperkytits), damn she was hot. Tight body, and surprisingly no one went up there. I ended up catching her on the last side stage. I had been watching her out of my peripheral. I went up to the stage towards the end of the song as she was getting off stage. I grabbed her hand and said follow me. We headed to the VIP room. She took me to her favorite chair, and did the customary sit in your lap to build rapport, then she starts trying to dance….. I tell her not this song, cause it sucks, and she holds off, and sits in my lap some more. Blah blah blah, stories, blah blah blah. She gets up to dance, and then I get up to leave…. She asks where I’m going and I tell her I’m going back to my boys. Obviously, she’s pissed, and so she tells me I owe her for 3 songs, so it’ll be $90. I tell her I never received a dance, and that I just wanted some place quieter to talk to her, I wink. I leave and after she goes into the back for a little bit, I’m assuming to get de-sweaty, she immediately comes and sits in my lap. She tells me that I have some balls, and that if she wants she could have me thrown out. I am intrigued so I ask how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me that she was in there for 3 songs, blah blah blah….. I say yeah but you never danced, so I don’t owe you anything, smile and then smack the side of her leg side she is sitting in my lap now. I tell her she should skit and go make some money so that she doesn’t piss her boss off, yadda yadda…. She leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent with me so far: ~30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is still in the area, I grab the next girl I see and buy a dance from her. Hbperkytits is slighty in front of me, still in view and is giving a dance to a fellow there. While she is dancing on him she notices the girl dancing on me. She then climbs on his lap so that she can look over his shoulder un-obstructed at me. I smile at her and then a boob falls into my mouth as if it were magic. Praise Allah! And Halleluiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I didn’t have to do much to apparently invoke jealousy into the mix. Right as my girl finished she walked right over to me again and sat back in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Missed me that much uh?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Why did you have her dance on you I was right here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don’t buy dances from girls that I’m into.&lt;br /&gt;You: So you’re into me uh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, it would prolly never work though&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yeah Im a stripper, so youd be to controlling.&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeauhh no. Make your money girl. If I had titties I would be a stripper too.&lt;br /&gt;Her: So why wouldn’t we work?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause we would fight too much over me wanting to have sex all the time, I mean don’t get me wrong, we would be ok for a little while but then my nymph side would kick in, and I don’t think you would be able to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;Her: You don’t know me very well do you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope and I already have you naked and on top of me….. damn I’m good.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I’ll be right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All positive reactions, some fake from her sales training, and most real, I kept looking at her eyes, not her body, my hand was on her thigh…. Cause well… that was the most comfortable place for it.)&lt;br /&gt;Total Time: 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go up to the stage a few more times, and get a semi decent stage dance. Can’t beat it for 2 bucks. I go sit down and HBperkytits comes by and grabs my hand…. Off to the VIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find a place, and sit there for a little while before she starts trying to dance. I tell her no, but she does it anyway. I tell her she’s clever for dancing so that way she can then have the upper hand and say she did dance. I call touché. She keeps dancing, nibbling my ear, kissing my neck, making out with me, sticking her hand down my pants, more making out, more fondling, I’m touching the cooter. She is of course all nude from the get go and is grinding on my leg. She dances for 2 songs, dry humps me for 6. We sit in there for another 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you’re keeping tabs, if you’re counting the songs then I am supposed to owe her&lt;br /&gt;$330. If you are counting dances then I owe her, $240 dollars. The dances in VIP are $30 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are sitting there in the VIP though, we are talking and she laughs, and taunts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: haha I got you (she sticks her tongue out)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Touche.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Now you owe me.&lt;br /&gt;Me: alrighy then, what do you want for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Her: no you have to pay me&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Smile) I know uh? How much do I owe you now?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Give me $60.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok, miss naked girl on top of me….(she starts to kiss me) that is going to kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Her: (Smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: You’re not married are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, and I have 3 kids.&lt;br /&gt;Her: (Jaw drops)&lt;br /&gt;Me: No actually, I’m not getting married ever.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because no hot girls can ever cook…. :-/&lt;br /&gt;Her: (Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asks me which pocket me phone is in, I say left, and then ask her if shes going to mug me, she laughs and reaches into my pocket gets my phone, puts her number in and calls her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think I did ok, I know I should have done better, and I know a few things I could have improved. My first hired gun game. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-4588043320343662469?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/4588043320343662469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=4588043320343662469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/4588043320343662469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/4588043320343662469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/09/fr-temple-of-poon.html' title='FR: Temple of Poon'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-2114782357490694901</id><published>2007-09-13T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:44:17.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know. I was thinking about this very thing the other day, and I have a theory about this. And that theory is what I like to call the "Theory of Confidence". Its funny I found this because I was actually writing a blog about this to post later that includes all my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;See when women are in the phase that they "don't know" what they want, it basically stems from a lack of being real. The way this world is now is completely different. Women grow up watching shows like "Sex in the City" and reading cosmo. So they become programmed to be fake. "Fake it til you make it", They are programmed to be social elitests.&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 groups, the social elitests and nerds. Nerds are real but lack social understanding, Social elitests are most often fake but contain some real people (nerds that have become socially aware). The percentage is 85% fake to 15% real.&lt;br /&gt;Being real means you understand truth. You understand that what you say is truth and you believe what you believe above all. Truth is confidence. And everyone, including men eventually, at some point come to understand and it clicks. Which is why a 30 year most often seems to have their afairs in order more so than a 20 something.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the basic theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-2114782357490694901?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/2114782357490694901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=2114782357490694901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2114782357490694901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/2114782357490694901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/09/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-8196781667687737291</id><published>2007-09-04T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:20:03.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright in my every growing quest to figure out the downfall of man, I recently created a "woman profile" on a popular dating site.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;For all inclusive purposes I intend to figure out what dumb fucked up things guys tell girls on a normal, regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So far I have had the profile for 15 minutes and 15 guys have already tried to hit on me.  So it looks like as long as youre decent looking, at least from the females side, since I didnt put a super models pic up or anything,  you'll get hits.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 1 so far is.  "How are u doing?"    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To which I respond.... "Im fucking bored."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So if youve gotten that response lately.....  Youre gay and didnt know it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also there are alot of lonely GI's out there....that dont seem to be getting laid.  I need to start a help the GI's get laid charity or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-8196781667687737291?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8196781667687737291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=8196781667687737291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8196781667687737291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8196781667687737291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/09/testing.html' title='Testing....'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-6926396453385480544</id><published>2007-08-31T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:14:11.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Riddle me this..&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call them wisdom teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had all 4 of mine taken out. GLORY GLORY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be unable to do much of anything for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will please excuse me whilst I go wipe saliva from my numb lip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-6926396453385480544?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/6926396453385480544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=6926396453385480544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/6926396453385480544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/6926396453385480544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/08/wisdom-teeth.html' title='Wisdom Teeth'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-7595071288577741078</id><published>2007-08-28T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:24:51.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, this has been a while back yet, I just never wrote about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I originally went to this place because this guy had asked me about the basics of pick up.  I don't think I have a big problem with the basics its just when it comes to the basics involving 9's and 10's, that's where I usually fall short.  None the less he asked for pointers and I was going to try my damndest to give him some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We decided to meet at X Bar, in Dallas.  It was a Wednesday and it was relatively slow.  I had started a mixed 6 set (5 males, 1 female) right before he got there. He called, I told him to come find me.   I did this for 2 reasons, 1. if he couldnt identify me either he needs to read the groups more effiecently, or 2. I did damn well locking in. I think it was a combination of both.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We both order some drinks and then we go to the patio to talk and I want to try and get some more information about what he wants to try and accomplish.  We start talking, he wants to get over AA.  Thats easy. Next subject. Build attraction. I tell him, he doesnt really understand so I decide to show him.  At this point the one girl from the previous 6 set comes out with one of the other guys.  They were going to sit on the other side of the patio, I instrust her to come sit over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tell him I am about to show him what I am talking about. HB6 and myself start talking I am ramping attraction she wants to kiss (hindsight is 20/20) I should have.  She's looking for reasons to hold my hands. and get closer to me.  I tell her shes trouble then move on the opposite side of the table with one of her other friends that had come out to our table.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the guy that is supposed to be watching all of this gets up and leaves........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had no intention of leaving with them, until he left....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am talking to HB6's friend for like 3 minutes... she gets up and comes over and starts giving me a massage.  Then grabs a chair and sits back next to me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sad part in this whole thing is that im not really attracted to her.  She's cute and all, but it isnt like I would bend her over right  there and give it to her.  She asks me to come back to her place with her and her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We go back to her place.  She drives.  We get back to her place, and they pull out the gunja. I dont smoke, so I am just drinking. Big Red (OB) is my only competition.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Either this guy has had it so bad in his life that he has had to constantly cockblock everyone he has ever met, or he just knows no other way.  Cause his game just isnt that good.  I found out that I am not that great at destroying a cockblock..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So alas that night I am cockblocked by Big Red.  Damn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-7595071288577741078?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7595071288577741078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=7595071288577741078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7595071288577741078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7595071288577741078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/08/fr-just-for-fun.html' title='FR: Just for fun'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-769655511064533550</id><published>2007-08-28T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:59:31.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The 2 weeks I had taken off to study and get my grades back up went great.  I ended upwith a 4.0.  Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-769655511064533550?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/769655511064533550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=769655511064533550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/769655511064533550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/769655511064533550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-news.html' title='Good news'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-7505753404999499257</id><published>2007-08-28T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:01:01.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad news, I have an absessed wisdom tooth. Great news uh? Well friday I am getting all of them taken care of and yanked that day. This has been going on for a little while yet, like 2 weeks, so needless to say I havent been sarging very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get my wisom teeth yanked out, I am going to get them whitened. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-7505753404999499257?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7505753404999499257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=7505753404999499257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7505753404999499257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7505753404999499257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-1051839233028788045</id><published>2007-07-26T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:33:59.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Liberty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing one has to do is evaluate the life currently being lead, and compare that to the goal in mind. If the goal is no where near met then a lot of changes are probably going to be mandatory. If they are semi-close or around halfway there then few changes need be made, only tweaked. The way one evaluates their goals is simple. Create a list, of all the things desired on one side of a sheet of paper indicating what is necessary to obtain them, draw a line down the middle and on the opposite side list all the objectives currently met. For each objective, there will be a thing needed to accomplish it, and focusing on control in life means identifying your goals and cutting out the fluff around so that it does not interfere with meeting those goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Without goals, and the plans to achieve them you are like a ship that has set sail with no destination.” - Fitzhugh Dodson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-1051839233028788045?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/1051839233028788045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=1051839233028788045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/1051839233028788045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/1051839233028788045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-liberty-and-pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Life, Liberty...'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-9005809586043333312</id><published>2007-07-22T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:58:15.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a short break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;:( :(  :( :(  :( :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortantely since I have the inablity to juggle 5 things at once, I have to take a break in sarging for about 2 weeks.  I have let my homework, workwork, and overall health go.  I have no time to work out, or manage my business plans and they have started suffereing because of it.  If anyone still has questions feel free to ask, just know that I may not be on point at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-9005809586043333312?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/9005809586043333312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=9005809586043333312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9005809586043333312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9005809586043333312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/taking-short-break.html' title='Taking a short break'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-137302992037413762</id><published>2007-07-20T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:01:16.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmo #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vol. 243, No.2, August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pg 130,  &lt;/strong&gt;There is a letter that was written in that says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm seeing this guy who doeasn't make any fun plans.  A night with him consists of dinner and a movie or chilling on his sofa.  I want him to make more of an effort, but we just started dating, and I don't want to chase him off.  What do I do?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The idea I had behind this one was:  "Hey guys, ya'll seem like level headed and open minded people, let me ask you this,  If a there is this guy that you really really like,  Right? But the only problem is he is a homebody and doesnt go out much, How would you get him to be more exciting and get out some?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-137302992037413762?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/137302992037413762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=137302992037413762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/137302992037413762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/137302992037413762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/cosmo-2.html' title='Cosmo #2'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-5055480235394521646</id><published>2007-07-20T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:36:24.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seal of Approval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jmef5DFoe84/RqEOf73s6OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hYKxMbUgZZo/s1600-h/Soasmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089364995715426530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jmef5DFoe84/RqEOf73s6OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hYKxMbUgZZo/s320/Soasmall.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls. Peoples of all shapes, sizes and colors.... Today is a great day in history. I am releasing my Official Seal of Approval. It shall mark things that I am in agreement with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-5055480235394521646?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5055480235394521646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=5055480235394521646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5055480235394521646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5055480235394521646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/seal-of-approval.html' title='Seal of Approval'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jmef5DFoe84/RqEOf73s6OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hYKxMbUgZZo/s72-c/Soasmall.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932780639034231613.post-9197389330751146678</id><published>2007-07-15T14:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:59:54.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Constitution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq . Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it has worked for over 200 years, and we're not using it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-9197389330751146678?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/9197389330751146678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=9197389330751146678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9197389330751146678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/9197389330751146678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/constitution.html' title='The Constitution'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-941345029829563094</id><published>2007-07-14T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:02:56.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I read Cosmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I read Cosmo so you don’t have too #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, we all know that Cosmo Mag has a wealth of information on possible threads that could be used when talking to woman. Well, for those of you too manly to pick up the mag (you pussies, haha), or those who are just too lazy who like to read things and will probably never get out of the house to actually use it, this is for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly it’s for the guys who actually want to find different areas for discussion and thread ideas and will actually use it. As always, I’d love feedback, feel free to ask questions. So check me out daily for updates, I will try and post a new one every couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further a due… a topic I found while skimming through Cosmo, Issue, and page numbers included. None of this has been field tested, but serves just as things you can try out in field. If you have results using one of these feel absolutely free to post your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vol. 243, No.2, August 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pg. 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;, This is an ad for Absolut Vodka, where it has a picture of a male and a female. The female is holding and glass of vodka, and the male is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption read, “In an absolut world.” Insinuating in a perfect world men would carry the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thread/opener/qualifier. This could also be a good way to screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, I saw this ad the other day. It was a picture of this guy and girl and the guy had this big stomach like he was pregnant. So naturally I was really intrigued right? The caption read, “In an absolut world.” Saying that in a perfect world men would carry the babies. Do women actually wish that men would carry the children?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey guys, do you think that most women who have had kids at some point wish that the man had to have carried the child instead of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“blah blah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I ask is….”mention the ad”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should then be able to find out whether she has children from this point or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Update***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Field tested and Finesse Approved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jmef5DFoe84/RqEU0L3s6PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xHljUioNx3Q/s1600-h/Soasmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089371940677544178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jmef5DFoe84/RqEU0L3s6PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xHljUioNx3Q/s320/Soasmall.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-941345029829563094?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/941345029829563094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=941345029829563094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/941345029829563094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/941345029829563094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-read-cosmo.html' title='I read Cosmo...'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jmef5DFoe84/RqEU0L3s6PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xHljUioNx3Q/s72-c/Soasmall.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932780639034231613.post-5671892548806432175</id><published>2007-07-14T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:01:15.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LR: Update</title><content type='html'>*****Update To LR: &lt;a href="http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/lrlady-in-water.html"&gt;Lady in the Water &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. assuming you guys have read the above &lt;a href="http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/lrlady-in-water.html"&gt;LR&lt;/a&gt;, I will continue this story as if you know the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB8 and I were scheduled for a 7pm meeting to grab some alcohol and then head to the lake for a fun filled night of drunken lake sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small hitch. Turns out HB8 has a boyfriend and they are currently in a fight. I do not hear from HB in a timely manner so I start to make other arrangements. I first text HB7. She responds with, "Hey what are you doing tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "I have work from 8-2:30 then i'll work out."&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Do you want to do something tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Depends, are you going to sleep with me again and not call? Cause that's just not nice." [i](the joke being is she got kicked out of her house, lost her charger, and broke up with her boyfriend, and her car broke down the same night and following day after we had had sex, so she had no phone until she charged hers)[/i]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:I wanted to but my phone was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I mean I don't think its too much to ask... I mean I cook and clean... and pleasure you... for what?&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'll make it up to you I promise!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You'd better, bitch or we are over! and I have the prenump. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Why are you so mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;Me:[i]ignore[/i] Hey better yet. What are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Something with you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: K ill pick you up @ 7.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after this I get a message from HB8. "Hey is HB7 coming with us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Her: HB7 is coming over here, she is mine, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why would she want you, when I have the magic stick?&lt;br /&gt;Her: No you don't .&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure you can come... I don't back out on my plans. That would be rude of me.&lt;br /&gt;Her: K see you at 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Background....) In some of my previous texts with HB8, I told her that I wanted her to wear some lake relaxing clothes and just be laxed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward..... I pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When I picked HB8 up... no make-up, some ... I-don't-know-what-to-think jeans and her hair was kinda disheveled.) She has now been downgraded 2 points HB8=Obstacle now.... off the charts only redeeming factor is her body. HB7 is as cute as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am a little disappointed. but I still had HB7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go get alcohol, and keeping with my standard “shortest person behind me” rule for when people ride in my car, I make HB7 hop in behind me…. I proceed to go all the way back until she is cramped. She didn’t say a word. I went all the way back to my gangsta lean position and she didn’t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s mine whenever, from this point on. No if’s , and’s or but’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I “realize what happened, and say “Why didn’t you say something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: “I wanted you to be comfortable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-adjust my seat for her to get comfortable too. We go get a bottle of….. my favorite liquors Bacardi 151 and SoCo. With Monster, Rockstar and Coke mixers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Disclaimer*** The following action isn’t condoned by myself. You should never Drink and Drive.  I'm a bad, bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB7 in the back starts mixing us the drinks. She starts on the coke and 151 gives the Obstacle the Monster and 151, and I take a shot of SoCo, and then take the rockstar and 151.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we get to the lake they are getting fucking stupid ass drunk…… at this point I take the juice bottle from them. They consumed a quarter bottle of 151 by them selves apiece. Obstacle and HB7 then have to go to the restroom. They go…. I already know we aren’t going swimming…. Neither can walk straight, and OB can barely stand. I am not going to have a drowning victim on my record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stay at the lake…. OB on my left arm… HB7 on my right. OB bites my neck… they fight over me, then we decide on a threesome. OB starts kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kisses like shit. Kinda like fish breathing. No tongue, mouth is dry. I stop it. HB7 gets pissed. Calls a “friend” to come get her, (the friend is the guy she is trying to hook up with boyfriend wise.) He comes to the lake… I ask how he knows HB7 and OB. He proudly announces he is “talking” to HB7. The girls are off by their lonesome…. And I want to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So how does HB7 kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Him: She’s alright… I’m gonna have to show her how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no shit? Haha, is she at least good in the sack?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I don’t know bout that yet… I’ll find out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: well shit man… have fun. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;Him: What?&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha just fucking with you… I’m going after OB.&lt;br /&gt;Him: haha I was about to say.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well shit man lets go get our drunk women….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grab them… He is trying to kiss HB7 … she is resisting. OB passes straight the fuck out in my arms…. Standing up, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get her to throw up, then load her in the car and take her his house. HB7 and myself take her into the bathroom undress her and put her in the tub…. HB7 uses this time to keep him away from her long enough to kiss me a little while we are “babysitting”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB7 bathes the OB…. Which is hot…. Even though she was passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean while…. HB7’s ex hears about what happened, and shows up to her “new guy’s” house. They dance around each other still questing after HB7, saying real AFC things like “is she going to be ok?” (The reason it’s AFC in my book is because they aren’t taking control of the situation) ( I had previously called my cousin, who’s girlfriend is a nurse who told me what to do, I would have been the first to hall ass to the hospital if anything would have been wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: As long as we keep her head tilted forward and not back she’ll be ok ….. shes just drunk, her pulse is around 80 bpm, and she doesn’t have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;Them: (in unison) Oh ok, (head nods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get her dressed again and go outside. With the alchy in tow. Load her into my car while the two guys are bs’ing each other, and then go grab a hotel. HB7 rides with her new boyfriend prospect, and the ex goes home disappointed, with blue balls. Poor bastard. OB in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the hotel room, negotiating with the clerk….the fucker tried to charge me $75 for half of a night……. Ok normally I would say that $75 a night for a hotel room wasn’t bad. But I KNEW this one was regularly $45 a night. Not $75 because I used to take my ex there for a no strings barred sex filled night with lots of fun and no worries clean up. (I know… not cool…. I know a few people who work in the hotel industry…. So if ya’ll could just forget that last part that would be great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him straight up “Bullshit”. “They don’t pay you enough, here or something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: “Excuse me?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: Man I can go to the Comfort Inn for $55, and they’re not only cleaner but the are newer too. I came here because I used to come here all the time and I know ya’ll only charge $45 a night. So don’t bullshit me.&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: You’re right. Let me take care of this for you. Your room is xxx.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks man. We’ll just keep all this on the DL…. Make your money man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Seeing as this is 4 pages now. I will wrap it up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OB is now walking again on her own accord but is really sleepy and I “take” the bed with her since I know the other guy is going to leave soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB7 and the guy have some fun. (I later found out she didn’t sleep with him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems sleeping next to a girl all cuddly like because I get to hot and want to kick her off the bed, so the fact that OB keeps scooting up to me is kinda aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy leaves, and I hop bed’s. HB7 is playing on her phone, its making all sorts of noises and I seriously just wanted to go to sleep at this point. I say “It’s 3 am…. Go to fucking bed already.” She says she sorry and then snuggles up to me. I push her off the bed. “I’m hot”. I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: I know you are.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m tired.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I’m awake and horny.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I’m sleepy, so go get in bed with OB and handle your bidness&lt;br /&gt;Her: Good night&lt;br /&gt;Me: Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I wake up to morning wake up head from HB7 with the OB sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless her little heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-5671892548806432175?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5671892548806432175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=5671892548806432175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5671892548806432175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5671892548806432175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/lr-update_14.html' title='LR: Update'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-7423834514440777270</id><published>2007-07-13T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:45:47.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone/IM/Text Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was asked recently about the game I use on the phone, text, or IM. And to tell you the truth it is alomst identical to playing the actual game. But lets start with some tips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Dont&lt;/strong&gt; rush to respond. Alot of guys (especially if its a fclose prospect) will be over eager to respond and carry on this conversation. The girl WILL pick up on this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- DO&lt;/strong&gt; insert pauses in your conversation (like if she replies, and you could respond right now, just wait like 15-30 minutes before you do). The reason you want to do this is because most likely she will be driving around and doing other things, and so 1) it will create what I like to call a "false false time bridge" , You arent actually with her but as she is doing the things she normally does throughout the day you will be more on her mind likewise creating the deeper connection. and 2) it shows that you are a busy person and you aren't just waiting for her responses. Lame! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Dont&lt;/strong&gt; apologize for not getting back to her quicker.... (I have heard and seen alot of people do this.) two words for you....... "You pussy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- DO&lt;/strong&gt; try and spell things out.... unless shes the annoying type who does the "abbrv txt type crp." If she is doing that, then you are permitted to follow .... however chances are she can't spell... so if you're not looking for brains... GameOn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those are just a few... Feel free to ask me questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-7423834514440777270?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/7423834514440777270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=7423834514440777270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7423834514440777270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/7423834514440777270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/phoneimtext-game.html' title='Phone/IM/Text Game'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-5152820221761669125</id><published>2007-07-10T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:10:46.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible new class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in the process of setting up a class seminar with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dallaspua.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dallas PUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; that would be over Pick Up Basics. Keep checking the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dallaspua.com/forum/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;boards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;  for updates It will be a 3 day event spanning 3 weeks with a 2 hour meeting a week. So Three (2)Hour long seminars over the course of 3 weeks, (1)meeting a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-5152820221761669125?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5152820221761669125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=5152820221761669125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5152820221761669125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5152820221761669125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/possible-new-class.html' title='Possible new class'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-8608077368106898666</id><published>2007-07-10T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:41:32.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LR:Lady in the Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, so basically let me give you the back ground. This particular girl I went to a church camp with. We were both consulers at the time. There was a strong connection then, but I was with someone and so was she so it didn't work. Basically what happened at camp was we(her and I) played chicken with everyone else and were undefeated. (thats right bitches, undefeated, so step up, haha). And there was a little more flirting in the water, but not too much... after all it was a church camp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright.... fast foward a year. I am out of my LTR and so is she. We finally start talking again. I will dub her hb7 from this point.... sometimes a HB8 depending on when she's all dolled up. We have been texting back and forth with not to much to say, hit or miss, I say im doing this, she says she cant make it, then she says she's doing this, I say I cant make it... until finally tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I meet up with HB7 and her friend HB8. HB8 has a killer body, sexy hips with the low cut jeans, (yummy), but not my target. We all get out of the car, and she introduces me to HB8, I shake her hand and she starts giving me the eyes.... not the puppy dog bowl eyes.... but like 4 steps above them. We hold each others gaze for a while, and then we pile into my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right before I met them a friend of mine had called, We'll call her the Pivot. The Pivot is one of the girls that I actually go out with on a regular basis. Pivot called and said she wanted to meet up. I told her cool, but I was meeting to others as well. She was down so we all met. We all had decided to go play some pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well... if anyone has ever been to this place I like to call Bum fucked egypt, then they know that there is very LITTLE to do down here. So after I make a right at the second pyramid, we pull up to the place that serves drinks and allows its patrons to play pool. We order some drinks and start playing. Seeing as I am the only fucker in there with teeth, and three women, I start getting stares from rednecks 2 and 3. Mind you, I am completely sober at this point.... not where I would like to be, and with 3 women, 1 of which I would like nothing more than to bend over to pool table and have at it. But I restrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't flirt with HB8 at all.... well I lie. Maybe a little. But only enough to peak me targets BT. I do some innocent little flirting with the pool stick (like when she shoots I push the stick from behind, or tickle her, or push the knee that is locked and cause her to kinda fall down a little woth HB7) I sort of ignore HB8 and with very lite... I repeat very lite pepper negs to throw HB7 off. In between shooting, HB8 starts texting, I proceed to tell her its not nice to have conversations with others unless I of course get to have a conversation with her, via text. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I give her my number and she texts me. I tell HB8 a various array of things, iuncluding (Now that you have my number youre not going to call me like a billion times a day are you? Cause if you do, there'll be consequences) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We continue to have a conversation throught the game and night(and as I write this at 2:42a). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;HB8 says she has to go so HB7 must leave. And since they rode with me.... I have to leave too. No problem. I number closed HB8 already with the text messages and as she was leaving she told me to call her tomorrow.... which I probably will(you'll see why in a little bit...... hold your horses). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After I leave, and drop them off Pivot, says "Lets go get some beer, im driving." Im loving that idea so we go. 10 minutes later HB7 says she hated to leave us so soon and that she wants to hang out again.... I tell her "The nights still young, and you are relatively young so come back out." She agrees, but has to pick up 2 more friends in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;On our way back from getting beer, Pivot and I down 9 out of 12 from a 12 pack.... She beat me.... 5 to 4... Im so embarrassed, HB7 says she is on her way to meet us... Pivot gets a booty call and decides to bail. So, since we are in her car... she drops me off(no hard feelings) and she jets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I am walking to my car(which is parked at, of all places, Whataburger) HB7 and her 2 friends, HBBabyFat and HBPowerlifter pull up. HBPowerLifter is a solid 9 and HBBabyFat is the one you want to pinch her cheeks..... So I did...She put her hand out to shake hands when we were introduced.... and I pinched her cheeks. She laughed then gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Conversation... yadda yadda.... Idea.... It's 11:30 and the beer store is still open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;**Side note** While all of this is going on I am still having a text conversation with original HB8 .... and a phone convo with WF, (WF I promise I will finish what I was telling you man.... just call me tomorrow because I'm going to be really freaking tired) While all of this was happening, I was qualifying HB8, she wears boycut undies, and likes it rough... she likes her ass smacked, and hair pulled. She likes to be thrown up against the wall, and likes having sex in naughty places(whata kawinky-dink.... so do I). Not only that... she was telling me what she would do to me if I would come over..... (i had to decline as i was working on HB7 and a sticking point mind you). We played phone truth or dare... I used the "show me your titties" line (thank you so very much dubya, that works so very well) 5 minutes later.... I get a tittie shot. Very nice.... I cant wait to suck on them. She tells me she has been looking for commitment...I tell her I can do all but... she agrees... and we set up a day 2, to go to the lake) I'll post a FR about that later afterwards once it happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the main story.... HBPowerLifter HBBabyFat and HB7 and I all pile into HB7's car... which sounds like it is going to fall apart....:-/ and then head to the beer store.....they buy it, and start drinking. I bring up going swimming.... they want to but dont know where to go... I point them in the direction of the lake. Off we go. HB7 starts texting me. Tell me about her BF and all the BS he is doing yadda yadda.... I ignore most of it.. and plow through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We get to the lake. HB7 and I start ripping our clothes off... HB7 has a thong on..."Very Nice" I comment. HB PowerLifter and HB Babyfat decide to stay dry..... Scene is set. HB7 and I make it into the 72 degree water... It is cold... My nipples can cut glass.... her nipples almost cut me. We come together to keep our bodies warm.... immediately we start kissing. I push her away .... she swims back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Push, pull, push, pull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Starts making out more..... and voila..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not going to continue, because other than that, it is a basic lay, except we did it in the water in front of her friends.... which it was also dark, so I dont know how much they saw if anything. I may have to deal with a little Buyers remorse.... so I'll update you on that. I know there are alot of typos... but I'm lazy and almost drunk, so I probably wont fix them... But maybe I will.... duhn duhn DUHN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Update***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I am now sober, I am remembering a few more details that I didn't write about. After HB7 and I got done swimming we all got in the car to leave... well... HBPowerLifter started driving througha freaking mud hole.... "Gawd I swear... all brawn and no brains" I say. She punches me.... I grimace but laugh. (It hurt so screw all ya'll, haha). We almost get stuck, so thats when I tell all the ladies that if we get stuck then they can get out to help push.... and ill be the wheelman.... they laugh and HBBabyfat punshes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-8608077368106898666?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/8608077368106898666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=8608077368106898666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8608077368106898666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/8608077368106898666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/lrlady-in-water.html' title='LR:Lady in the Water'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-5818968493431937799</id><published>2007-07-08T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:00:20.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things</title><content type='html'>TEN THINGS TO PONDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Life is sexually transmitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Good health is merely the slowest rate at which one can die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Some people are like a slinky... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospital dying of nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars, and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 In the 60's, people took LSD to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1: We know exactly where one cow with mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in America, but we haven't a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-5818968493431937799?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5818968493431937799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=5818968493431937799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5818968493431937799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5818968493431937799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-things.html' title='10 Things'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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-1932780639034231613.post-5788743815369981596</id><published>2007-07-08T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:43:46.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone alot smarter than I, once said, "Action is the foundational key to all success." I try and practice that, but mostly I'm just lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I guess something needs to change uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1932780639034231613-5788743815369981596?l=finessed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/feeds/5788743815369981596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1932780639034231613&amp;postID=5788743815369981596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5788743815369981596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1932780639034231613/posts/default/5788743815369981596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finessed.blogspot.com/2007/07/observation.html' title='An Observation'/><author><name>Finesse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00924386564182495587</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>
