Habit
10-02-2007, 12:11 AM
Hey there! I'm Habit, a long time lurker and aspiring PUA, and first time poster.
A bit about me: I'm 18, and a senior in High School. My luck with women has always been pretty good, but after a breakup my confidence and abilities with women took a huge nosedive. I got into the game about eight months ago, and have been progressing at a pretty good pace since. I now have a hell of a lot more confidence and enough tools at my disposal to have pretty good success with women (steady f-closes, 2 threesomes, a good MLTR situation going on...life's been good :D ).
Overall, I've been doing pretty well for myself since I've gotten into the community. But why talk about that with my first post? Instead, I introduce a story that even the most beta of AFC's would be slapping their head at. Dearest community, I give you:
The Habit Fuckup Report
I called my boss at 9:30 pm from the pouring rain outside the Hilton Hotel where my friends had rented out two rooms for my friend's birthday. My week suspension was up (don't ask :rolleyes: ) and I needed to know when I was working next. I wasn't expecting the answer I got.
"Why don't you come in now?"
"Eh?"
She repeated the question. The restraunt had been closed for half an hour at that point.
"Michelle... it's 9:30..."
"I know."
"You guys are closed..."
"I know."
Oh. I was to be fired...
Oh well, I hated the job and was looking for a new one anyway. We agreed that I could come in the next day.
As I walked through the door the next day, I saw a cute HB8 that I had trained with but never worked with.
"HB8!" I said, with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
HB8: Oh my god, I finally get to work with you!
Habit: Uh...
I proceed to tell her of last night's conversation.
HB8: I'm sure you'll be fine...she probably just wants you to come in to make up your schedule.
Twenty minutes later, I'm sitting in the corner booth with a big smile on my face and my last paycheck in my hand, ready to walk out the door. High on the fact that I will never have to wear that stupid uniform again, I skip halfway to the door before I hear my name.
"Habit!" says HB8, "Did you get fired?"
I show her my last paycheck ($13.08, by the way...) with a gleeful "Yep!"
"Oh no, now I'll never get to see you again!"
Sweet, you say. IOI, you say. Habit, she's interested, you say. I say I really had to go to the bathroom and was very distracted with the fact that I could put the short shorts in the closet forever.
"Probably not!"
"You're right, I really wanted to hang out!"
"I know, it would have been so much fun!" I say as I eyeball the bathroom across the bar.
She flashes me an annoyed look. "I'll never...get...to see you...again"
"Well, I'm sure I'll be fine with my $13.08!" I joke playfully.
She turns around and walks back to the kitchen angrily. I wonder why and make it halfway to my car before it hits me.
"DAMNIT!" I scream to a shopping cart. I turn around to go get her number and make it to the door before I smell endless tortilla soup and tiki tenders.
I'm sorry, but there was no way I could go back in there, even for HB8 :D
A bit about me: I'm 18, and a senior in High School. My luck with women has always been pretty good, but after a breakup my confidence and abilities with women took a huge nosedive. I got into the game about eight months ago, and have been progressing at a pretty good pace since. I now have a hell of a lot more confidence and enough tools at my disposal to have pretty good success with women (steady f-closes, 2 threesomes, a good MLTR situation going on...life's been good :D ).
Overall, I've been doing pretty well for myself since I've gotten into the community. But why talk about that with my first post? Instead, I introduce a story that even the most beta of AFC's would be slapping their head at. Dearest community, I give you:
The Habit Fuckup Report
I called my boss at 9:30 pm from the pouring rain outside the Hilton Hotel where my friends had rented out two rooms for my friend's birthday. My week suspension was up (don't ask :rolleyes: ) and I needed to know when I was working next. I wasn't expecting the answer I got.
"Why don't you come in now?"
"Eh?"
She repeated the question. The restraunt had been closed for half an hour at that point.
"Michelle... it's 9:30..."
"I know."
"You guys are closed..."
"I know."
Oh. I was to be fired...
Oh well, I hated the job and was looking for a new one anyway. We agreed that I could come in the next day.
As I walked through the door the next day, I saw a cute HB8 that I had trained with but never worked with.
"HB8!" I said, with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
HB8: Oh my god, I finally get to work with you!
Habit: Uh...
I proceed to tell her of last night's conversation.
HB8: I'm sure you'll be fine...she probably just wants you to come in to make up your schedule.
Twenty minutes later, I'm sitting in the corner booth with a big smile on my face and my last paycheck in my hand, ready to walk out the door. High on the fact that I will never have to wear that stupid uniform again, I skip halfway to the door before I hear my name.
"Habit!" says HB8, "Did you get fired?"
I show her my last paycheck ($13.08, by the way...) with a gleeful "Yep!"
"Oh no, now I'll never get to see you again!"
Sweet, you say. IOI, you say. Habit, she's interested, you say. I say I really had to go to the bathroom and was very distracted with the fact that I could put the short shorts in the closet forever.
"Probably not!"
"You're right, I really wanted to hang out!"
"I know, it would have been so much fun!" I say as I eyeball the bathroom across the bar.
She flashes me an annoyed look. "I'll never...get...to see you...again"
"Well, I'm sure I'll be fine with my $13.08!" I joke playfully.
She turns around and walks back to the kitchen angrily. I wonder why and make it halfway to my car before it hits me.
"DAMNIT!" I scream to a shopping cart. I turn around to go get her number and make it to the door before I smell endless tortilla soup and tiki tenders.
I'm sorry, but there was no way I could go back in there, even for HB8 :D