I don’t suppose anyone remembers the Financial Planner? He was Man #7, has a sailboat but doesn’t swim, told me he likes curvy women, kissed me on the first date. Remember? Well, he asked me out again. He invited me to come to his sailboat to have lunch yesterday.
Yesterday was a beautiful day in Seattle, and it would have been a great time to be on a sailboat. However, I didn’t want to put myself in a situation I might not be able to get out of. Next to the Italian Non-Stallion, the Financial Planner had been the most aggressive about kissing me after the first date, and I was afraid his intentions might be to make me his lunch.
Not only that, but he has yet to take me on a proper date, which makes me suspect that he thinks he can score an easy piece of ass. I told him I had a lot of work to do in the afternoon and would need to get back quickly after lunch, so I asked him if we could meet somewhere near Greenlake instead of on his sailboat. I was hoping he would suggest a restaurant, but instead he suggested that we meet and walk around the lake. This just reinforced my suspicions that he wanted to get me on his sailboat so he could stick his tongue down my throat and then some.
That’s fine. I need my exercise.
Little did the Financial Planner know that I rarely go to Greenlake without Thor. Yep, I took my cock block. I figure a man would have to be truly insane to try to mount me with my pit bull by my side. Thor is a friendly dog, but he’s powerful and he’s not going to stand for anything bad happening to me. Basically, he’s the perfect accessory for a date where you’re afraid a man might not have the noblest of intentions in mind.
The Financial Planner was a gentleman. We had a good conversation, and he gave me a kiss to say goodbye after I put Thor in the car, and that was that. If he calls again, I think I need to tell him I’m not interested in a relationship, and by that I mean, I’m not interested in getting horizontal with him.
‘Nough said.
On another recent development, I will just say that the universe works in perverse ways. I was finally notified by the Seattle Public Library that “The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists![""](http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=&l=as2&o=1&a=0060554738&camp=217145&creative=399349")
Anyway, I owe The Scorekeeper an ice cream. He logged it into his accounts receivable when I had the audacity to call him on April 18th of this year to ask him a tax question.
As far as The Game goes…I haven’t read a single word yet, but all I can say is that I don’t think this book is meant to fall into the hands of a woman. If it’s “packaging” is any indication, men must take this very seriously. It looks, smells, and feels like a Bible. It has a black leather cover, red ribbon bookmark, and the pages are edged in gold. Creepy.
I had it in my purse last night when I went to the Michael Jackson vs. Prince Sing-Along Showdown at Central Cinema. I couldn’t resist showing the book to my girlfriends. I wanted to get their reactions, and they all said it seemed a little creepy. I told them I was a little embarrassed checking it out at the library. Instead of using the self-serve checkout, I had to go to this little old lady to pay some of my fines, and I wondered what she might think of me checking out such a book. If ask, my answer is simple.
Research.
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love, Mom
I’m not sure what the best way to say this is, but fuck that book — don’t read it! What do you expect to get out of reading it… seriously? If you want your life to change, you have to change what you’re feeding it!
Good point, Micah. I still haven’t cracked it open. I checked it out because a couple of people told me that, because of my blog, I “HAVE” to read it. I anticipate that I’ll start skimming it, get pissed off, and send it back to the library.
You know, I’ve changed my mind a little. Maybe you should read it, but with a beginners mind… from the perspective of “Oh, that’s interesting, I didn’t know some guys think this way.” I’m sure there’s some good in the book (what book doesn’t have *some* good in it?). I would just hate to see you get emotionally distraught or take to heart what’s in there. I believe that our minds are always learning whether we realize it or not — garbage in, garbage out. It sounds like you’ve got yourself on path to success … keep the good things going you know. ~M
Micah, I definitely agree with you regarding garbage in, garbage out. My intention is to approach The Game as a “critical” reading exercise. I have to say I was pretty impressed with the lecture Neil Strauss gave for his new book, Everyone Loves You When You’re Dead.
I love that you took Thor as your cock block. 😉 You can tell a lot about a person’s character by their reaction to your pet(s).
One can always read a book.. Take what you wish from it and toss the rest so to speak… Probably doesn’t hurt to know how “pickup artists” think…. makes one aware.
I could have just lent you the book…
I would think that, as a woman, you would 1) want to know what guys are being told to do so you can recognize it, and 2) reflect for yourself whether you would fall for any of the gambits if you were unaware that they were gambits. You might find it an interesting read.
I think I will find it interesting for exactly those reasons. I may still need to borrow your copy. With all of the homework I have right now, I don’t have time to read the library’s copy. If my fines get too high, I’ll need your book.