Monday @ 330 -
subject: 10 yr old boy, good athlete- plays all sports
mental theme: spend the hour (1x a week) trying to convince the kid to play more tennis. He has potential so I am constantly giving him lectures on commitment and patience.
actions: punishments, jokes, hitting balls at him intentionally
430-630
subject: group of 12 teenagers all average to moderately advanced.
mental theme: spend majority of the time trying to come across as cool but still strict. Work ethic and commitment are the two themes of just about every practice.
conflicts: not trying, late arrival.
actions: punishments (whole group always), metaphor lectures, comedy routines.
630- 730
subject: Vice Principal at one of the toughest schools in Ontario (Rexdale). Blonde married w/children.
mental theme: quiet often shows up mentally distraught from her day or social life. Spend majority of the time complimenting her (subconsciously) with the over all objective of making her feel successful.
actions: compliments, easy drills, tough love (she can be a strong person)
730-830
subject: a high up sales rep at RIM
mental theme: she is a masochist who hates everyone and everything. Spend the hour just hitting (her weaker stroke) she will find excuses for why life is horrible in everything from ball bounce to water temperature. Spend the hour trying to project positive energy, or at times, agreeing with her horrible outlooks. Agreeing makes her feel better.
actions: silence, laughter, eye rolls.
Coaching tactics
promotion - commitment! keep the young kid interested and keen on tennis
authority - try to inject discipline and motivation into 'too cool' teenagers lives.
confidence building - make the VP feel like she truly is special
all ears and relating - a shoulder to cry on.
Personal assessment: I have commitment issues, I'm so worried about looking cool it effects my life, I need confidence building, and I have no shoulder to cry on.
The coach's life is a hypocrisy
Tennis balls are hit as well.........but rarely is anything really improving.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
A 10
10 out of 10
there is a sacred aura about them. Just seeing one is exciting and intriguing. perfect in everyway (at first meeting)
side effects: little birdies flying over your head. Complete speechlessness, silence, tunnel vision, post 10 spotting depression
You do not see 10s everyday.
Unicorns.
BEWARE! Just because you're with a 10 doesn't mean you wouldn't want to get down with an 8 everynow and then.
there is a sacred aura about them. Just seeing one is exciting and intriguing. perfect in everyway (at first meeting)
side effects: little birdies flying over your head. Complete speechlessness, silence, tunnel vision, post 10 spotting depression
You do not see 10s everyday.
Unicorns.
BEWARE! Just because you're with a 10 doesn't mean you wouldn't want to get down with an 8 everynow and then.
Clarity in the dark zone: 7 and 8 analysis
8: really hot, sexy, cute, 'there's something about her', awesome, wicked* - notice personality starts being suggested through adjectives but again a true find. Physically marriable if personality is awesome.
7: pretty, cute, really fun!, smart, kinda hot - creativety in adjectives is lost. No one ever wrote a poem about a 7. (practice girl)
Note: The drop off between an 8 and a 7 is the biggest of all drop offs. All men agree that an 8 is 'sexable' but the line begins to blur with a 7 and quite often the debate can get very heated as some men take a stance on why the 7 is hot and the others think she's 'nothing special'. The discussion of whether a girl is a 7 or 8 can dominate an entire conversation between men, can lead to men emoting their true feelings and philosophies and women, and can also usually tell you more about the guy than the girl.
****Quantum leaps: a 1.5 point increase for being awesome. If a 7 has amazing style, incredbily talented and confident they can actually be a 8.5!. Quatum leaps can happen backwards as well.
THE ETERNAL 7/8 CONTRAVERSY
POVs:
Men who underscore girls (call 8s 7s)
Men who say they won't hook up with a 7 are insecure liars. They are more concerned about their ego. By saying they won't have sex with a 7, as well as constantly under scoring girls (calling obvious 8s 7s), they are trying to project to their buddies that they only have sex with really hot women. The whole compensation theory. This quite often leads to a discussion about that man being arrogant or 'full of shit' and in turn his buddies will forever think he's 'full of it'.
Men who over score (call 7s 8s)
Men who over score women are usually really nice guys. But at the end of the day, if you really grill them, they will conceed that maybe the girl they said was an 8 is more like a 7ish. They tend to have things figured out and appear confident and diplomatic. Glass half full. When single, they might hook up with a 7, but would never date one or call them back. Truly know the art of 'practice' (sounds like Michael was in this category when he was single of course)
* Again awesome factor can turn any 7 into a unagruable 8
7: pretty, cute, really fun!, smart, kinda hot - creativety in adjectives is lost. No one ever wrote a poem about a 7. (practice girl)
Note: The drop off between an 8 and a 7 is the biggest of all drop offs. All men agree that an 8 is 'sexable' but the line begins to blur with a 7 and quite often the debate can get very heated as some men take a stance on why the 7 is hot and the others think she's 'nothing special'. The discussion of whether a girl is a 7 or 8 can dominate an entire conversation between men, can lead to men emoting their true feelings and philosophies and women, and can also usually tell you more about the guy than the girl.
****Quantum leaps: a 1.5 point increase for being awesome. If a 7 has amazing style, incredbily talented and confident they can actually be a 8.5!. Quatum leaps can happen backwards as well.
THE ETERNAL 7/8 CONTRAVERSY
POVs:
Men who underscore girls (call 8s 7s)
Men who say they won't hook up with a 7 are insecure liars. They are more concerned about their ego. By saying they won't have sex with a 7, as well as constantly under scoring girls (calling obvious 8s 7s), they are trying to project to their buddies that they only have sex with really hot women. The whole compensation theory. This quite often leads to a discussion about that man being arrogant or 'full of shit' and in turn his buddies will forever think he's 'full of it'.
Men who over score (call 7s 8s)
Men who over score women are usually really nice guys. But at the end of the day, if you really grill them, they will conceed that maybe the girl they said was an 8 is more like a 7ish. They tend to have things figured out and appear confident and diplomatic. Glass half full. When single, they might hook up with a 7, but would never date one or call them back. Truly know the art of 'practice' (sounds like Michael was in this category when he was single of course)
* Again awesome factor can turn any 7 into a unagruable 8
Thursday, February 12, 2009
GIRL RATING
girl's #/10: adjective/description - reality
10: perfect, 10/10, disgustingly perfect, fucking (insert creative adjective here), flawless, dream girl, delicious, 'depressing how hot she is'- guys will never try to hook up other guys with 10s because it is an insult to even suggest to them that they have trouble finding men.
9: stunning, goregous, super hot, awesome, exotic, banging, smoking - again rarely have trouble with guys. If they do they would never agree to a blind date.
8: really hot, sexy, cute, 'there's something about her', awesome, wicked* - notice personality starts being suggested through adjectives but again a true find. Physically marriable if personality is awesome.
7: pretty, cute, really fun!, smart, kinda hot - creativety in adjectives is lost. No one ever wrote a poem about a 7. (practice girl)
6.5: 'cleans up nice'
6: bangable, kinda cute, "I could see how someone would", petite - very industrial description (goverment workers)
5: average, nice smile, really smart- under the radar, but the greatest people you'd ever meet.
4: homely, great - not only unattractive physically, but bitter and angry as well
3: dirty - drug addict, teeth missing, overweight, and angry- completely self destructive
2: unfortunate- maybe doesn't have all her limbs, diseases, has a serious physical ailement.
1: gross, unfortunate, not her fault - stays indoors
10: perfect, 10/10, disgustingly perfect, fucking (insert creative adjective here), flawless, dream girl, delicious, 'depressing how hot she is'- guys will never try to hook up other guys with 10s because it is an insult to even suggest to them that they have trouble finding men.
9: stunning, goregous, super hot, awesome, exotic, banging, smoking - again rarely have trouble with guys. If they do they would never agree to a blind date.
8: really hot, sexy, cute, 'there's something about her', awesome, wicked* - notice personality starts being suggested through adjectives but again a true find. Physically marriable if personality is awesome.
7: pretty, cute, really fun!, smart, kinda hot - creativety in adjectives is lost. No one ever wrote a poem about a 7. (practice girl)
6.5: 'cleans up nice'
6: bangable, kinda cute, "I could see how someone would", petite - very industrial description (goverment workers)
5: average, nice smile, really smart- under the radar, but the greatest people you'd ever meet.
4: homely, great - not only unattractive physically, but bitter and angry as well
3: dirty - drug addict, teeth missing, overweight, and angry- completely self destructive
2: unfortunate- maybe doesn't have all her limbs, diseases, has a serious physical ailement.
1: gross, unfortunate, not her fault - stays indoors
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
short story
Fred G lost his ability to sit cross legged after a serious groin injury during tether ball.
He went through 3 months of rehab and physio and is now finally able to cross his left leg over his right. However, from the doctor's assesment it looks like he will never be able to cross right leg over left ever again.
His injury has not affected his tether ball whatsoever.
so no excuse there Fred G.
He went through 3 months of rehab and physio and is now finally able to cross his left leg over his right. However, from the doctor's assesment it looks like he will never be able to cross right leg over left ever again.
His injury has not affected his tether ball whatsoever.
so no excuse there Fred G.
If a black fan cheers for the only black hockey player on the ice for no reason other than because he is black, is that racist?
If a Rotti place refuses to make their rottis as spicy for white people as they do for black people, is that racist?
It's not racist to call an Australian an 'Aussie', or a british person a 'Brit' , but it is racist to call an aboriginal an 'abo'....why?
If a Rotti place refuses to make their rottis as spicy for white people as they do for black people, is that racist?
It's not racist to call an Australian an 'Aussie', or a british person a 'Brit' , but it is racist to call an aboriginal an 'abo'....why?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Mandarin
Conor and Tony walk the buffet lines at Mandarin filling their plates.
All of a sudden a stream of Chinese servers emerge from the kitchen lead by one with a slice of cake and a sparkling sparkler. They trail off into a back area clapping and singing happy birthday.
Conor looks at Tony.
Conor: Another person's birthday. How does that make you feel?
Tony: There's always someone else at the restaurant celebrating their birthday on the same day as mine. I'm used to it.
Just then another 'birthday line' leaves the kitchen. And another and another. All shooting off into other directions. Happy birthday songs fills the restaurant. Clapping, singing, sparkling, and laughter fill the air.
Tony: (speaking up) Now I feel like a loser.
Conor: Happy birthday man.
They head back to thier table as another 'birthday line' shoots out of the kitchen and almost bumps into them.
All of a sudden a stream of Chinese servers emerge from the kitchen lead by one with a slice of cake and a sparkling sparkler. They trail off into a back area clapping and singing happy birthday.
Conor looks at Tony.
Conor: Another person's birthday. How does that make you feel?
Tony: There's always someone else at the restaurant celebrating their birthday on the same day as mine. I'm used to it.
Just then another 'birthday line' leaves the kitchen. And another and another. All shooting off into other directions. Happy birthday songs fills the restaurant. Clapping, singing, sparkling, and laughter fill the air.
Tony: (speaking up) Now I feel like a loser.
Conor: Happy birthday man.
They head back to thier table as another 'birthday line' shoots out of the kitchen and almost bumps into them.
Dog walk
Sash walks in front of his dog MAGGIE. Maggie stops to sniff the ground and drops into a squat. She relieves herself #2.
Sash searches his pockets and pulls out a small napkin. He rejectfully puts it back in his pocket. He thinks.
Sash moves snow from around the 'waste pile' and packs it around it like an igloo. Eventually the pile is covered in snow. He then picks up the whole snow/waste pile and lightly shapes it into a large snow ball.
He keeps walking with giant snowball in hand.
Sash searches his pockets and pulls out a small napkin. He rejectfully puts it back in his pocket. He thinks.
Sash moves snow from around the 'waste pile' and packs it around it like an igloo. Eventually the pile is covered in snow. He then picks up the whole snow/waste pile and lightly shapes it into a large snow ball.
He keeps walking with giant snowball in hand.
Friday, February 6, 2009
short stories
I have swollen wisdom teeth
they ache so I take Tylenol 3s
The cracking sound from when they were pushed out of my mouth still
resonates through my head.
It sounds like an apple is being crunched inside my face.
I start to hum so as to drowned out the sound.
I pop 5 more T3s.
My head starts to vibrate.
I turn on the tv.
Food network.
the volume is so low that I all I can hear is the steady tone of the
female chefs pleasant voice. Her voice is a steady humm...
I turn the lights off.
The TV has a fuzzy glow as my eyes try to adapt to it
Everything buzzes....
they ache so I take Tylenol 3s
The cracking sound from when they were pushed out of my mouth still
resonates through my head.
It sounds like an apple is being crunched inside my face.
I start to hum so as to drowned out the sound.
I pop 5 more T3s.
My head starts to vibrate.
I turn on the tv.
Food network.
the volume is so low that I all I can hear is the steady tone of the
female chefs pleasant voice. Her voice is a steady humm...
I turn the lights off.
The TV has a fuzzy glow as my eyes try to adapt to it
Everything buzzes....
Roommate
Conor sits on the couch at home watching basketball and eating take out. Ryan, Conor's new roommate, approaches.
Ryan: Hey what time did Dillon have the coffee maker set for?
Conor: I don't think he did.
Ryan: I'm gonna set it for 9:45 am.
Conor: Oh, so what you actually can just wake up and the coffee will be brewed for you for 9:45?
Ryan: (laughs) yep.
Conor: (laughing and intrigued) that's awesome. And you know how to set it up, what, you just get it all ready the night before?
Ryan: Pretty much. What time do you wake up?
Conor: I would say by the time I walk down the stairs in the morning it's 8:15.
Ryan: 8:15 it is. I'll set it for you.
Conor: That's amazing man. Thanks.
Ryan: No worries man.
Ryan exits to the kitchen. Conor cleans up his mess, walks to the coat rack and starts to put on his coat. Conor looks at his dog Maggie passed out.
Conor: Maggie hasn't been out yet has she?
Maggie's ears light up
Ryan: I'll take her later.
Conor: Really, cause I could just take her right now before I go out.
Ryan: Whatever, I can take her later, or you could just take her right now.
Conor: Yeah, OK, take her later than, sounds good. She looks comfortable right now.
Maggie is passed out cold. Conor puts down the leash and then puts his coat fully on.
Conor: Ok, well I'm going out I'll see you later. Gotta go see Andrea.
Ryan: No doubt man. Good luck with that.
Conor: Peace brother. Hey do you have any condoms?
Ryan: I have a whole box. Top drawer of the cabinet with the lamp on it. My room. I can't stand condoms so take what you need.
Conor: Wow. Amazing.
Ryan: Rather just roll the dice.
Conor: Why not. K, I'm gone. Peace man
Ryan: Easy bro.
Conor: You can get me on my cell.
Ryan: no doubt.
Conor exits.
Ryan: Hey what time did Dillon have the coffee maker set for?
Conor: I don't think he did.
Ryan: I'm gonna set it for 9:45 am.
Conor: Oh, so what you actually can just wake up and the coffee will be brewed for you for 9:45?
Ryan: (laughs) yep.
Conor: (laughing and intrigued) that's awesome. And you know how to set it up, what, you just get it all ready the night before?
Ryan: Pretty much. What time do you wake up?
Conor: I would say by the time I walk down the stairs in the morning it's 8:15.
Ryan: 8:15 it is. I'll set it for you.
Conor: That's amazing man. Thanks.
Ryan: No worries man.
Ryan exits to the kitchen. Conor cleans up his mess, walks to the coat rack and starts to put on his coat. Conor looks at his dog Maggie passed out.
Conor: Maggie hasn't been out yet has she?
Maggie's ears light up
Ryan: I'll take her later.
Conor: Really, cause I could just take her right now before I go out.
Ryan: Whatever, I can take her later, or you could just take her right now.
Conor: Yeah, OK, take her later than, sounds good. She looks comfortable right now.
Maggie is passed out cold. Conor puts down the leash and then puts his coat fully on.
Conor: Ok, well I'm going out I'll see you later. Gotta go see Andrea.
Ryan: No doubt man. Good luck with that.
Conor: Peace brother. Hey do you have any condoms?
Ryan: I have a whole box. Top drawer of the cabinet with the lamp on it. My room. I can't stand condoms so take what you need.
Conor: Wow. Amazing.
Ryan: Rather just roll the dice.
Conor: Why not. K, I'm gone. Peace man
Ryan: Easy bro.
Conor: You can get me on my cell.
Ryan: no doubt.
Conor exits.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Sash in North York
Sash sits in his running car outside a HUGE apartment building. He looks inside and can vaguely see a girl sitting with her back to the enterance window. She glances back a few times and then finally stands up and look out at SASH. They lock suspicious glances.
INT. Studio Apartment. -- 5th floor of 32.
Sash walks behind AMANDA's into her studio apartment. Her cat immediately approaches SASH through the empty space and blanket covered furniture.
Amanda: Marcus!
Sash: Marcus huh? Nice cat.
They share a moment.
Amanda: yeah I just got him. He is crazy so I apologize in advance.
Sash: no problem. Cute kitten. Nice place, all yours.
Amanda: Oh yeah, it's good. I really like it for now.
Sash: Yeah. It's has a very grand-mother-esque-ish-ness...
Amanda: It's a lot of hand me down stuff from my mother and my grandmother. I love my grandmother...
Sash: un-hun...
Sash uncomfortably pushes down on the old sofa about to sit down.
Amanda: like that couch was hers and she used to sit on it all day.
Sash immediately stands up in light of this news.
Amanda: Do you want a drink. I'm gonna have some red.
Sash: uh. Ya know what I actually don't drink right now. Doing a whole mental thing. See what the brain is like after 3 months of soberity. More for me than anything, ya know...
Amanda: Right. Sounds creative.
Sash: I live in the West end. So yeah, I guess.
Amanda: What do you even do again?
Sash: I'm a freelance everything creative really. I will do advertising gigs, posters, poems, novels, what ever you want I'll just add my sort of creative juices to it...
Amanda: Right. (kinda laughs but mostly grimce.)
Sash: I am a chef also. At a mediterranian restaurant. Do you want to smoke a joint?
Sash pulls out a joint.
Amanda: Well. Hahahah. I can't actually answer that question, and you have to leave right now.
Sash: What?
Amanda: I work for CESA national security and don't want to be in this situation.
Sash: What is that?
Amanda: I basically don't want to be around narcotics seeing as I might be being investigated by my company right now.
Sash: YOu guys investigate each other?
Amanda: It's Canada. Look, you have to go.
Sash: Ok. By Marcus.
Sash leaves happily. He gets in the elevator going down and stares at him self in the mirror baffled.
INT. Studio Apartment. -- 5th floor of 32.
Sash walks behind AMANDA's into her studio apartment. Her cat immediately approaches SASH through the empty space and blanket covered furniture.
Amanda: Marcus!
Sash: Marcus huh? Nice cat.
They share a moment.
Amanda: yeah I just got him. He is crazy so I apologize in advance.
Sash: no problem. Cute kitten. Nice place, all yours.
Amanda: Oh yeah, it's good. I really like it for now.
Sash: Yeah. It's has a very grand-mother-esque-ish-ness...
Amanda: It's a lot of hand me down stuff from my mother and my grandmother. I love my grandmother...
Sash: un-hun...
Sash uncomfortably pushes down on the old sofa about to sit down.
Amanda: like that couch was hers and she used to sit on it all day.
Sash immediately stands up in light of this news.
Amanda: Do you want a drink. I'm gonna have some red.
Sash: uh. Ya know what I actually don't drink right now. Doing a whole mental thing. See what the brain is like after 3 months of soberity. More for me than anything, ya know...
Amanda: Right. Sounds creative.
Sash: I live in the West end. So yeah, I guess.
Amanda: What do you even do again?
Sash: I'm a freelance everything creative really. I will do advertising gigs, posters, poems, novels, what ever you want I'll just add my sort of creative juices to it...
Amanda: Right. (kinda laughs but mostly grimce.)
Sash: I am a chef also. At a mediterranian restaurant. Do you want to smoke a joint?
Sash pulls out a joint.
Amanda: Well. Hahahah. I can't actually answer that question, and you have to leave right now.
Sash: What?
Amanda: I work for CESA national security and don't want to be in this situation.
Sash: What is that?
Amanda: I basically don't want to be around narcotics seeing as I might be being investigated by my company right now.
Sash: YOu guys investigate each other?
Amanda: It's Canada. Look, you have to go.
Sash: Ok. By Marcus.
Sash leaves happily. He gets in the elevator going down and stares at him self in the mirror baffled.
Sash's notes
Sash -- lady whisperer journal,
I am sitting at my desk with a half hour to kill. I find myself searching facebook profiles of my three favorite ladies. I have nothing to do with these girls in the sense that we don't hang out or communicate regularly. But we do have history and memories. I find they are consistently my first three views every time I log in to simply kill time. They all represent something different.
First I look at the profile of a girl that I remember from a near past. She is much younger than me (6 yrs) and when I knew her she was physically perfect. Like a Banana that just turned yellow. Great body and incredibly innocent perkiness which she was completely oblivious to. I like to check in on her to remind myself that gravity exists and observe the maturation process and its effect on pure beauty.
I then bring up the profile of the girl of my dreams. I have looked at her pictures a million times before, but today I really examine them. I look for imperfections and when I find them, I justify them. I tell myself that her out of place tooth is what I love about her and makes her special. Her disregard for Oral B, and yet completely white teeth and confident smile, boggles my mind. A picture where she looks awkward, I blame on poor lighting. Sidenote: She is completely immune to my whisperings in real life.
I then look at her sisters profile and do the same thing.
The I scroll through my phone and look at the names of the girls that are actually in my life right now. I compare characteristics between them and the girls I just crept on facebook.
half hour is up--- back to work
Sash
I am sitting at my desk with a half hour to kill. I find myself searching facebook profiles of my three favorite ladies. I have nothing to do with these girls in the sense that we don't hang out or communicate regularly. But we do have history and memories. I find they are consistently my first three views every time I log in to simply kill time. They all represent something different.
First I look at the profile of a girl that I remember from a near past. She is much younger than me (6 yrs) and when I knew her she was physically perfect. Like a Banana that just turned yellow. Great body and incredibly innocent perkiness which she was completely oblivious to. I like to check in on her to remind myself that gravity exists and observe the maturation process and its effect on pure beauty.
I then bring up the profile of the girl of my dreams. I have looked at her pictures a million times before, but today I really examine them. I look for imperfections and when I find them, I justify them. I tell myself that her out of place tooth is what I love about her and makes her special. Her disregard for Oral B, and yet completely white teeth and confident smile, boggles my mind. A picture where she looks awkward, I blame on poor lighting. Sidenote: She is completely immune to my whisperings in real life.
I then look at her sisters profile and do the same thing.
The I scroll through my phone and look at the names of the girls that are actually in my life right now. I compare characteristics between them and the girls I just crept on facebook.
half hour is up--- back to work
Sash
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Current Phase
top 5 words to associate with my life right now.
Korean food
'Foreigner' the band
Dog Whisperer
beautiful women
pc muscle exercises
Korean food
'Foreigner' the band
Dog Whisperer
beautiful women
pc muscle exercises
Cillian 'Sash' Rollner: lady whisperer character breakdowns
This is the first entry by me, Sash Rollners the lady whisperer, into my diary.
I am dating 5 women and it is 100% a full time job. I am into each one of them in some way and I am always incredibly honest and up front with them. The good news is none of them have ever asked if I am seeing anyone else right now so I have been 100% honest with them. Honesty and positive energy projection is the key to my success thus far. Today I begin to keep a diary of my progressions with ladies from this point on. I will share my tips, interactions, failures and successes with you diary...because
I am
The Lady whisperer
I have also listed how I communicate with them and the frequency in order to keep them interested and keen; or whispered.
Let me just clarify one thing. A lady is considered whispered if you can hook up with them (not necessarily sex but intimacy for sure) on a regular basis.
So here is the list of my current 5 ladies:
Lannie (allana) Tropue : she is a french girl that I had an incredible encounter with. We kinda knew each other from high school, and hadn't seen each other in 7 years. We both confessed admiration and attraction to our past selves, and this was a big enough ice breaker that we ended up having sex. We continued to a few more times, until she moved away. The passion wasn't extinguished, but merely thrown in a Tupperware container and tossed in the ice box. Freshness was lost, but never stale. She moved back now, which is almost a year later. We bumped into each other at a mutual party and almost went home together. I invited her home, she agreed, then declined based on other sleeping arrangements she had already made with a buddy. I acknowledged and threw a positive energy blast of 'I understanding' and 'excitement for having been able to see her again' at her. I then proceeds to leave the party, and half way down the street I got a text; "Change my mind. Coming over."
Communication method: Email and BBM messages. Majority incoming.
Frequency of communication: 1 time a week.
See each other: 1 every few months. maybe sex maybe pass out beside each other.
Larisa Dullen: We dated a long time ago. She now lives in my neighbourhood and was quick to notify me of her move. She's very cute and has incredible fashion sense. We share dog's same names in that both of us have dogs named Mindy. I guess we feel this is a huge enough connection that we should be close. We do have an attraction for each other but we keep our distance mainly because we can't stand each other. We hook up every now and then and play 'run the bases' but there are no RBIs or Dingers. I don't even know why I keep her in the rotation.
Communication method: occasional text.
Frequency: 1 a week.
See each other: 1 a month. Sex or a fight.
Carla Tembner : A sexy bartender that I met because she actually had heard of me and wanted to meet me. ? . She is an 11 out of 10 and kind of goth. Maybe the sexiest girl alive. We just met a few days ago and she actually called me first. I have a date with her this weekend and am looking forward to it immensely. We spoke on the phone once and there was more chemistry than a Bunsen burner convention.
Communication method: Out going and incoming call. Also texts.
Frequency: have just set up our first date.
See each other: tbd.
Molly Sullivan: Ole reliable. We met at a party and she was intrigued by the fact that I am creative and she isn't (at least that's what she thinks). Surprisingly Larrisa is like this. A very straight forward and to the point girl. Sporty and Independent. Sidenote "Many girls believe they are truly not creative, and thus pursue, 'creative men' because of the intrigue and mystery behind the ability to create. 'Maybe the creative types are able to apply that creativity to romance?' is what they ponder. Anyway, she is cute, likes to hang out and enjoys space. .
Communication method: phone, text.
frequency: daily.
See each other: weekly (2-3)
Rebecca Carver: incredibly sexy and another perfect 10. Barbie doll. She is much younger than me but surprisingly confident and awesome. She has definitely been pursued at large by guys since the day she turned 9 as physically she is every man's dream. Stunning beauty and a killer personality. Her only problem is her weakness to men. She loves them and therefore is not able to be monogamous. I can't decide if this is a shame or just incredibly sexy. Either way we have an incredible attraction for each other, but also have a mutual friend who is obsessed with her. Therefore, according to guy code, I cannot go further than a make out session with her, until he is done with his obsession. He needs to listen to Foreigner. Everyone does.
Communication: bbm and facebook.
Frequency: Daily.
See each other: once a week. On a hiatus now (not allowed to hang out)
Today's events
morning: incoming text from Carla
afternoon: text back Carla
evening: talk to Carla (30 mins), Rebecca (25 mins), Molly (15 mins)
Stay tuned diary,
Sash
I am dating 5 women and it is 100% a full time job. I am into each one of them in some way and I am always incredibly honest and up front with them. The good news is none of them have ever asked if I am seeing anyone else right now so I have been 100% honest with them. Honesty and positive energy projection is the key to my success thus far. Today I begin to keep a diary of my progressions with ladies from this point on. I will share my tips, interactions, failures and successes with you diary...because
I am
The Lady whisperer
I have also listed how I communicate with them and the frequency in order to keep them interested and keen; or whispered.
Let me just clarify one thing. A lady is considered whispered if you can hook up with them (not necessarily sex but intimacy for sure) on a regular basis.
So here is the list of my current 5 ladies:
Lannie (allana) Tropue : she is a french girl that I had an incredible encounter with. We kinda knew each other from high school, and hadn't seen each other in 7 years. We both confessed admiration and attraction to our past selves, and this was a big enough ice breaker that we ended up having sex. We continued to a few more times, until she moved away. The passion wasn't extinguished, but merely thrown in a Tupperware container and tossed in the ice box. Freshness was lost, but never stale. She moved back now, which is almost a year later. We bumped into each other at a mutual party and almost went home together. I invited her home, she agreed, then declined based on other sleeping arrangements she had already made with a buddy. I acknowledged and threw a positive energy blast of 'I understanding' and 'excitement for having been able to see her again' at her. I then proceeds to leave the party, and half way down the street I got a text; "Change my mind. Coming over."
Communication method: Email and BBM messages. Majority incoming.
Frequency of communication: 1 time a week.
See each other: 1 every few months. maybe sex maybe pass out beside each other.
Larisa Dullen: We dated a long time ago. She now lives in my neighbourhood and was quick to notify me of her move. She's very cute and has incredible fashion sense. We share dog's same names in that both of us have dogs named Mindy. I guess we feel this is a huge enough connection that we should be close. We do have an attraction for each other but we keep our distance mainly because we can't stand each other. We hook up every now and then and play 'run the bases' but there are no RBIs or Dingers. I don't even know why I keep her in the rotation.
Communication method: occasional text.
Frequency: 1 a week.
See each other: 1 a month. Sex or a fight.
Carla Tembner : A sexy bartender that I met because she actually had heard of me and wanted to meet me. ? . She is an 11 out of 10 and kind of goth. Maybe the sexiest girl alive. We just met a few days ago and she actually called me first. I have a date with her this weekend and am looking forward to it immensely. We spoke on the phone once and there was more chemistry than a Bunsen burner convention.
Communication method: Out going and incoming call. Also texts.
Frequency: have just set up our first date.
See each other: tbd.
Molly Sullivan: Ole reliable. We met at a party and she was intrigued by the fact that I am creative and she isn't (at least that's what she thinks). Surprisingly Larrisa is like this. A very straight forward and to the point girl. Sporty and Independent. Sidenote "Many girls believe they are truly not creative, and thus pursue, 'creative men' because of the intrigue and mystery behind the ability to create. 'Maybe the creative types are able to apply that creativity to romance?' is what they ponder. Anyway, she is cute, likes to hang out and enjoys space. .
Communication method: phone, text.
frequency: daily.
See each other: weekly (2-3)
Rebecca Carver: incredibly sexy and another perfect 10. Barbie doll. She is much younger than me but surprisingly confident and awesome. She has definitely been pursued at large by guys since the day she turned 9 as physically she is every man's dream. Stunning beauty and a killer personality. Her only problem is her weakness to men. She loves them and therefore is not able to be monogamous. I can't decide if this is a shame or just incredibly sexy. Either way we have an incredible attraction for each other, but also have a mutual friend who is obsessed with her. Therefore, according to guy code, I cannot go further than a make out session with her, until he is done with his obsession. He needs to listen to Foreigner. Everyone does.
Communication: bbm and facebook.
Frequency: Daily.
See each other: once a week. On a hiatus now (not allowed to hang out)
Today's events
morning: incoming text from Carla
afternoon: text back Carla
evening: talk to Carla (30 mins), Rebecca (25 mins), Molly (15 mins)
Stay tuned diary,
Sash
Monday, February 2, 2009
40 types of snow
The Inuits have 40 different names for snow. Living in Toronto and traveling to snowy areas, I believe there are 40 different types of snow.
I will be investigating these different types and start to come up with funny, clever metaphors.
Using the blog more as a work sheet right now, as it is clear that I am out of whack at the moment.
fluffy, icy, black, white, brown, packing, icey crust, flaky, powdery, glistening slippery,
to continue---
I will be investigating these different types and start to come up with funny, clever metaphors.
Using the blog more as a work sheet right now, as it is clear that I am out of whack at the moment.
fluffy, icy, black, white, brown, packing, icey crust, flaky, powdery, glistening slippery,
to continue---
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Greg: I'm sorry if I made you mad.
Harold: you're sorry 'if'?
Greg: Yeah.
Harold: As in if you made me mad, which you did, then you're sorry.
Greg: No sorry if I made you mad, because I don't think I did.
Harold: Well you did, so regardless of how 'sorry if' you are, you made me mad.
Greg: OK! Sorry!
Harold: Now, that's not a sorry tone.
Harold: you're sorry 'if'?
Greg: Yeah.
Harold: As in if you made me mad, which you did, then you're sorry.
Greg: No sorry if I made you mad, because I don't think I did.
Harold: Well you did, so regardless of how 'sorry if' you are, you made me mad.
Greg: OK! Sorry!
Harold: Now, that's not a sorry tone.
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