Vinegar Strokes

After dealing with bullshit from women, you need a home base where you can say whatever and do whatever the fuck you want. Well that place is called Vinegar Strokes. With only four people in it right now, it is the mecca of trust and is sealed as tight as Jay Z and his connections to the Illuminati. Connected by cell phone numbers, we use this program to vent, talk shit, and tell our relationship problems if we have any. I've known 2 out of 3 for about 3 years and this other person is a trusted friend to both of them. You got my boy Snow, who I stole as a friend from an old ex. And my girl Rose, who I share with an ex, but she will come to the dark side eventually and love me more. Tati is my chocolate princess who I think I will have to teach how to do the swirl someday when she's in the Vegas area (Got to help the women improve their game too!)

Snow and I are a lot alike. We give the same advice but we don't follow it when it comes to our own relationships. I wanted to slap him across the head when I heard he quit his job to hang out with his girlfriend more often, but it seems it worked out because when he dumped the bitch, he got offered a better one, though he claims working at a liquor store you can grab food and shit on the way out. No, buddy you are doing better now, fuck the Cheetos and Mt. Dew, you can start paying for those now you stud. This guy is just awesome, I saw it from day one, and I knew it would last longer than the bitch we were connected from. I trust him the most, and only he knows some of the diabolical plans I put out there, but he also understands how I think and how vulnerable I really am. If I was truly an evil person, he wouldn't keep me in his company, so he understands the neccessary evils that I come with.

Rose, I wasn't sure about her because she used to be friends with my other ex first, then myself. She did tell on me a couple times to her and it did make me wary of what I told her. But now that the mutual ex is well, no longer a factor and with us, I believe I can trust her once again since she's down to earth and knows I'm the real deal compared to the fleeting company which passes by. Don't worry Rose, you'll learn I'm more of a friend than Cholita will ever be.

Tati is just adorable. If I had a black little sister, she would be it. A little gullible at times, I am so ready to transform her into a Man Killer. A Blank canvas is something you can work with to help create the most awesome picture. I think we can turn her into one.

Pretty Poison you're in my veins, go away, go away

Another roller coaster day on the interwebz. I did the stupid thing of messaging my ex to see how her daughter was doing, whom out of the two find her to be the adorable one. Maybe I'm in denial and need to cut the little girl off along with her mother, but shees so cuteee! Well anyways, almost instantly as she responded, she puts up a pic of her playing this video game I used to play religiously. Not sure if she wanted to impress me or piss me off, since she wanted nothing to do with it when she was with me, and now with her new bf who also plays is now taking an active role in it.

So how did I respond. Like a fucking player. "Oh that's awesome, don't give up and don't get discouraged. You'll be a pro in no time." What I really wanted to say was, "Yeah I know I didn't have the patience to teach you and this new man of yours is going to get you up to speed real nicely before you two break up. Maybe then the next dude will find a gem out of you." I'm a fucking dick, but indifference is the way to ice an ex with her shit tests. You see at once I tried to teach her, but she sucked and refused to take my advice. Then she just stalked me on the game to see what I was up to, so I just removed her from my friends and told her it was a glitch.

I was like Billy Mays that night, because just when I iced her, I paused and had a "But wait there's more!" moment. I told her I was happy for her that she found somebody to connect with, and I hope she finds what she is looking for. I told her I didn't have any resentment or ill feelings towards her. That's when she had a small melt down, "Why would you resent me, if anyone would be resenting someone it would be me." I got a mouthful about what I did that was the nail in the coffin, which is a old replay of why we broke up. "Look, all of that was bullshit, and I know the coffin is nailed shut. So let's just move forward because it's done and over with." She finally agreed with me. Before I would have asked what was to become of us, but this time my presence was different. I know shit happened and its over, but fucking move forward and don't worry about spilled milk. Needless to say, I didn't ask her what was to become of us, just that her stubborn Leo ass should keep in touch with me and that I'm taking the coffin back with me. She laughed, and I knew that I had a happy woman there now, and  that is where you want them  for all situations (Friendship, Manipulation, Revenge), though honestly I don't know what path I am going to take with this one. As soon as I had that rapport going, I let her go and turned my attention to my phone. It was Liza, laying in her bed being all snuggly with me.

You see Liza is a good girl. But she laughs too fucking much and gets so annoying. Even when she tries to get intimate with me, she giggles and laughs that it makes me shake my head more than anything, and were not talking my dickhead. Well this time she wanted to return the favor from the last time I gave her an orgasm. She fires up her toy and gets to work. She sounds pretty fucking hot for the first few minutes or two. Unfortunately shit goes south from there. I have never heard a woman moan so loud and shrill that it sounded like horses swimming in a lava pit. I mean I had to stop what I was doing and hold the phone away from my mouth because I started to laugh so fucking hard while she was climaxing  over the phone. It was fucking horrific and funny at the same time and when she finished, I had to get my shit under control and fake I was tired so I can laugh in the privacy of my own domain. I hate to say it, but Liza has the sexual prowless of a 12 year old boy, and I will probably never be imtimate or be in a relationship with her.

Trip home

Since the game is changing and the shit I see around me becomes more obvious, it seems like a whole new world out there for the taking. Locked inside a prison all these years, it's finally dawned on me that it's not hard to find somebody out there and just talk to them. The way a woman looks at you, the way they smile, how they start talking to you.. There is so many women who want some loving, that even they will throw out some lines to get your attention, you just have to notice it and take the bait. So this past weekend I went home to California to visit the family. That right there was what the doctor  ordered.. Unconditional love is the best love you can have, because no matter what, they will always be there waiting for you, helping you out whenever you can. It's more secure than say an Ex who doesn't want anything to do with you anymore because her thighs no longer drip from the sound of your voice.

So I got home finally and caught up with the family as my stepdad and uncle basically installed a stereo system in my car (I helped a bit..). I tried to get a female family friend to come down, but I was rather sporatic with the timing as it was last minute, maybe next time, actually Christmas. Keeping my schedule in sync with family values, I didn't try to reconnect with old girlfriends or look for new ones, but I did get a text from a woman I was talking to online for quite some time. Her name was Lisa, and she has a thing for me. Lucky for her my libido is too strong to turn her down. Its Saturday night now and everyone is asleep in the house except for me. I get her on call while watching Sportcenter on the big screen. Yada yada yada. We give each other shit like two bitter siblings until I give her the low blow. "Whatcha ya wearing?" She giggles, "A white tank top and some gym shorts." I shake my  head, "Ok Kobe." Not sure what happened in between but she challenges me, "You think you are so smooth.." See girls who like you make this mistake, putting up a front when you already know you  are in. "Oh am I, tell you what...I want you to stick your hand down your shorts." "Oh my god, what?!" I kept my cool, her anti slut defense was no match for me as I lowered my voice and spoke slower to her, "Take your hand and put it down your shorts, and rub your clit slowly for me." It got quiet before the moaning started. I filled her head with images during the whole process, making her believe it was my hand while I stared into her eyes, taunting her. I realized at that point that I phone sex too much but I was going to try that on a college girl the next time she comes over to the house. She came violently and instantly fell asleep on the phone. I hung up and started watching some shit on my football team and the legal troubles they were going through.

This weekend was good for the soul. Except for that fucking twin air mattress bed and the small blankets that came with it..

Prequel to the most awesome period ever?

I was pissed, hurt, and throwing up. My pathetic existence lingered throughout the house as my soon to be Ex was out seeking the attention of other guys. I loved her and wanted to make shit work no matter the cost of my dignity. She was an inconsiderate bitch, and I became a jealous fuck who got too involved in the relationship. This would be my life for a good week  until depression started to fade little by little before I could start functioning again. The weight loss was awesome though, I had plateaued in the gym and this was the magic bullet I needed to continue down the road to complete physical attractiveness, so something good did come out of this other than the obvious lesson.  Riddled with bullshit and pain, I searched for answers to heal on google. Yes I am that guy who googles every god damn thing I am not sure of. First I was searching for "Getting your ex back", but that would eventually lead me down a spiral of wisdom to where people who had their shit together would point you to "Fucking forget about her and move on." The only fuckers who were interested in getting their ex back were at the same stage as me, pleading for advice, for a magic bullet. 

Somehow through all this searching, I ended up on a PUA site, which stands for Pick up artists. The info on this shit is great, not just for picking up women, but how to deal with their bullshit and games. You see I somehow snatch a girl with ease, but then I make a few cardinal mistakes when I get too deep, causing the attraction to slow die months after we hook up. Was that the sole reason we didn't work? Probably not, I didn't like her stupid fucking hobbies which was the drama mill on a chat program called IMVU, and I damn sure didn't like her friends who really treated friendship like it was truly just a 10 letter word. Plus I always had a feeling she had a bullpin with a few guys in it, waiting for the chance for me to slip up and get pulled out of the big game. Well that was a correct assumption because I got replaced pretty damn quickly LOL. So if you fast forward through all the sappy shit, my school grades suffered a bit, I lost weight (hurray!), and I went on a binge and bought a new car.

So the why the fuck did I name my blog, "On the road to revenge?" I don't fucking know, I feel like my Ex and I are Cold Warring it up with all the stupid shit we put on our IMVU and Skype accounts. "He makes me smile like no other.",and some other dumb shit about how he is a positive impact on her life. I put shit about how awesome my weekend is, making her wonder who I am fucking, which at the time is nobody. She pulled the friend card on me and only bothered messaging me after she hooked up with some dude, seeing what my reaction was. I just told her how fucking awesome my Christmas tree was and logged out so I could masterbate my emotions into a dirty sock.

After a while you finally put shit into perspective, and turn jealousy into anger to finally indifference, which comes and goes because a piece of you wants what you once had, a foreign voice on skype moaning and cumming for you a couple times, man that shit drove me crazy. But its gone now and she's still stuck in the digital dating world with a guy who just dropped his balls just recently. Have fun with that woman. As for me, I've been taking advantage of going outside and meeting new women. I have a couple girls I'm talking to, K-Closing one (Kissing) and N-closing the other (Getting the number and date). I'm well on my way to F-closing (Do you have to ask?).

The lessons that could be learned from this is just..well to many fucking lessons. If you see too many red flags in a man or woman, do yourself a favor and slowly back away. And masterbating with a sock to catch your load is always a good idea. Oh yeah keep your options open and don't settle for the first girl who likes you, that way you can pick out of the litter which one suits you the best. Just be honest about this shit, most women will respect you and know when to lay the cards down so obviously that you wont be blindsided.

The best revenge I think is coming back with a bang, not really fucking people over though, that's what people who have nothing going for them do to make themselves feel better.