LATE CHECK IN FROM YESTERDAY
THE PHOENIX PROJECT WEEK 33
SAT 23/07/2022
ACTIONS
(1) Dating: 10 Cold Approaches / Online Dating Process (FAIL, went 1 for 2 in cold approach, and did the online process and got like 15 matches. I came here 4 days ago with 70 matches from London. All of whom never responded. I am at 130 matches in Budapest right now)
(2) Body: Core / Stretch (FAIL)
(3) Content: Growth Process / Product Development (FAIL)
Writeup:
I got in from the club and the night with the 19year olds at 2am and slept badly, woke up low motivation and felt a bit shitty. But it does not matter 1 iota. It’s time to hustle and this is what champions are made of. Most on the field of battle are prey. Most are making up the numbers.
“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle.
Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.”
—Heraclitus
Every day is an opportunity to be the one. Life is relentless. It will challenge you in your weakest moments and just when you think you have climbed everest, it will tell you, NOT TODAY MOTHERFUCKER, and cast you aall the way back down into the dungeon
Get up, see Paw and E. E got in super late from a night on the lash but he is feeling just fine. Dem viking genetics!!!
We chat for a bit. Debrief about our nights. I tell the tale of these 2 girls, how one seemed to like me, but how her friend could control her through hand signals. It was a strange tale and E made some funny associations to gladiators in the colosseum getting the thumbs down.
We then go for a 90 minute Thai massage. It hits the spot!
We then eat lunch. I am doing OMAD out here.
Then, we run over to meet Paw’s friends at Pride festival. It’s a great vibe, and very fun to be there. We hang out, have a laugh, drink a beer, It’s fun. Some weird guy did try to cause some homopbobic drama at ne point by asking if Paw is from England, and claimed English people are bringing the gaty over. We just turned around it was weird. But otherwise it was super chill, great vibes.
We are both quite sleep deprived and tired we end up sat glued to a bench for a while. Paw says we need to apprroach. He does 1. I do 1.
I get into a 10 min convo with the first girl I approach and we exchange Igs. Its great. I’m like damn I’ve got the @arcade_fire ratio out here.
I approach another very gorgeous chick but she is trying to find her friends.
Paw met up with a chick he fucked from day gaye 48hrs before, we hung out for a bit, then Paw went to her hotel to smash and I walked back for my date at 830.
I shower, rest for a bit.
There is one chick messaging me who I asking if Im going to the pride afterparty, which is an open air festival. I cant be bothered with that. So I focus on my date. She is a gorgeous girl so I am down as fuck
So I get a message from the chick, and she says she’s only just got back home. She wil need another hour. I’m like cool, text me when you’ve left. She does so, and I wait a further 20 mins then leave.
DATE 3 IN BUDAPEST – MEETING 3 CHICKS IN 4 DAYS: MAC PULLS BUT CHICK CRIES!
Arrive at the bar. Chick is super cute, pretty little blonde girl. We hang out, chat, and vibe. I get her opening up, she’s funny, interesting, has actual depth, and the date is super fun.
We’re hanging for about 40 mins and sip a wine. I then ask her if she wants a drink at my place, and she’s down.
She does mention she is going through a lot and has had a stressful day.
Her whole energy and vibe on the date is great, this girl is smart, pretty, funny, and we’re enjoying each other a lot. I am touching her arms, her legs, and it’s no probem.
For Holden , who likes his horse riders, she was a national horse riding champion!
Then...the pull.
WHERE IT ALL CHANGED!
So as soon as we start walking back to mine, which is only 5 mins away, she shifts. All of a sudden, she is a detective. She starts her quizzing by asking me if I am going to kill her, if I’m a serial killer who likes to rip guts out. I laugh it off and am like nah I got bored of that I don’t do it anymore. She laughs her ass off.
We’re walking back to mine. She is getting edgier and edgier and gets onto increasing high alert and the questions don’t stop flying.
As soon as she’s in our place, she is quizzing me deeeply and it’s honestly annoying.
She seens Paw’s supplements on the counter, and notices one is a powder.
“Is this cocaine?” and she’s really inspecting it.
I laugh it off and am like no it’s a supplement. It turns out it’s NAC powder. A great supplement.
We vibe for a bit, I make her a friend, and then go into my room.
She is seriously paranoid about serial killers. And geuss what?
She sees I have taped bin bags to my windows, to create blackout blinds in effect, because there is a light outside the window. SHE GETS TRIGGERED!
“That is seriously weird and it’s something serial killers do. Is this a kill scene? Have you seen Dexter”
She’s so on edge I have to explain it. This is uncomfortable man.
Her questions go on. Why is there a bike in here? What kind of person keeps a bike in their room?
Her serial killer paranoia goes into EXTREME ALERT when she looks at my bedside counter and sees the book I’m reading.
CONFESSIONS OF A PERSUASION HITMAN
“You’re reading a book about a hitman?! Do you kill people? Are you learning how to kill people?!”
I whip the book open and show her how it’s about sales. This is getting uncomfotable and tiring man.
She is so neurotic, and despite her pretty head, big beautiful eyes, and girly energy, whatever is going on inside her head is quite sick.
She is still better than 99.99999999% of the girls in England btw LOL. I would still take her over the absolute treacherous, superficial beasts you get in the British isles. The thought of going back and having to deal with those hallow, empty, vicious creatures is truly sad. Anyway……
We sit down for a while, I’m draped over her, she’s cool with it. I give her a neck massage as shes tense. She lets me kiss her neck lightly and lovingly.
I pick her up and she gets super weird about it. She’s like WTF. And asks me why I did that, etc.
JHEEZE
We put music on and chill. The music is getting her in her feels.
I change the song. It’s not enough.
Our convo is deep, she is telling me a bit about her life.
So this chick is a gorgeous 24 year old, who was previously married to a fat, gross slob looking guy who was 20 years older than her and had previous kids from another marriage.
She told me how she has seen a lot of shit in her life, been around drug issues, alcohol issues, the lot.
And right now, she is going through a lot of family stuff.
So she takes a seat at the desk near my laptop. I give her a neck massage, and kiss her tell her everything is gonna be OK. I’m thinking how THE FUCK am I gonna turn this into a romantic and wholesome evening?
………...then…….she breaks down crying.
“I’m so sorry, I’m just going through a lot right now. Can I go home?”
I am super comforting, compassionate, and am like yeah of course. I’ll walk you back to the pub.
She’s grateful and sweet and she says she wants to see me again.
I drop her at the spot, and then get texting another girl off tinder who is here until Mon and said she said she’d be game to meet before she leaves. I try to get her out. I text her every 30 mins just pinging. She is just laughing and isnt really game. I go for the nuclear: do you wanna meet tonight? If not its cool, just lmk. She says she needs sleep.
I say cool no worries, see me tomorrow. Put the phone on airplane mode and go to bed. It’s 2am.
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER HUSTLE
MAC