<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:41:26.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of P.i.m.p.</title><subtitle type='html'>My Field Reports, missions and my ramblings about lifestyle, pickup and self improvement.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-115729890522222232</id><published>2006-09-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:08:56.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you have a lemon, make lemonade.</title><content type='html'>Last friday I went to the club wearing a new white Hillfiger-shirt I had bought that day. Some drunk moron bumped into me and I spilled my red whine over my shirt. The big stain made me feel selfconcious and I was thinking, how can I pickup chicks when I have a big red stain on my shirt?!&lt;br /&gt;But then I remembered the saying: 'If you have a lemon, make lemonade.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use the stain to my advantage. So instead of feeling down because my shirt was ruined, for the remainder of the evening I used my shirt as an opener:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey guys, I need some female advice. Some drunk guy just bumped into me and spilled red whine over my shirt. Do you think I will be able to get my shirt clean again?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I got the stain out of my shirt after putting some bleach on it, but this opener worked so well I'm considering wearing a stained shirt on purpose the next time I go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, you can turn every negative experience around and have it work in your advantage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-115729890522222232?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/115729890522222232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/115729890522222232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-you-have-lemon-make-lemonade.html' title='If you have a lemon, make lemonade.'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114650899934592536</id><published>2006-05-01T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:10:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LR: Tha Milf-Lord strikes back! Part 2</title><content type='html'>Part 1 of this Lay Report can be read here: &lt;a href="http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/04/lr-tha-milf-lord-strikes-back-part-1.html"&gt;Click here for Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked this chick up from the club. We got or coats and went outside.&lt;br /&gt;We took a cab to her home, on her cost. Kissing in the cab. &lt;br /&gt;We entered her house, and more kissing ensued. &lt;br /&gt;We lied down on her couch and took of each others clothes piece for piece. &lt;br /&gt;It was easy up to this point, but then she started to object a little:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: oh man, what are we doing. &lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, we are so bad. We can never let anybody know about this (sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She I normally never do this.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, usually it’s not this easy to pick me up either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: I can’t sleep with you. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I also can’t sleep with you. I hardly know you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: I really can’t sleep with you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: We won’t. We’re just gonna kiss and make out a little. &lt;br /&gt;(while I said all this I simply continued with kissing her all over her body and taking of our clothes.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we both only had our underwear on. Then her couch suddenly fell apart, so we moved to her bedroom. There I just continued doing my thing until we were both fully undressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was executing Pimps Lick Method©, when all of a sudden I noticed a tiny white cord in front of my nose. Turns out she was on her period. As long as she isn’t bloody I don’t care about that, but she didn’t want to remove it. It was her LMR Secret Weapon.&lt;br /&gt;So I just continued to make out for then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I thought: fuck it! I’m not leaving before I lay this chick. So I pushed my finger inside her, all the way around her tampon, so that I could massage her G-spot.&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of doing this and more making out, I finally got her so horny that she said: "I’ll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;She went to the bathroom to take that tampon out and take a shower. When she returned we had sex. After that we fell asleep and I woke up at eleven because she was licking me ear. Well, I thought it was her, but when I looked up it turned out to be one of her cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after she woke up we had sex again. She told me she was going to visit her mother later that day, so I gave her a big fat hickey in her neck. &lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the morning we stayed in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: You should let me know the next time you come to club Escape.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool, I will think about that.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Or we should exchange numbers, or I will never see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon she brought me to the train station, but not before we went to eat at my favourite restaurant: Burger King. Afterwards we exchanged numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, you should give me your number, or I won’t be able to stalk you.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Yeah, you should give me your number as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I waved her goodbye as my train took off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114650899934592536?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114650899934592536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114650899934592536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/05/lr-tha-milf-lord-strikes-back-part-2.html' title='LR: Tha Milf-Lord strikes back! Part 2'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114608035110509082</id><published>2006-04-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:50:15.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LR: Tha Milf-Lord strikes back! Part 1</title><content type='html'>Last week on Sunday I was on the guest list of Club Escape in Amsterdam thanks to one of my wings, Release. We went there together with two of his friends. After chilling on the dance floor for half an hour I said: "I’m gonna check out the rest of club. I’ll be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking through the club when suddenly I ran into a hot girl. We started to dance and grind and after a while we started kissing. We didn’t actually say something for the first 10/15 minutes. The first thing I said to her was:&lt;br /&gt;“You love to tease, don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;She: “No, you. I think you are bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 minutes or so, we went upstairs to smoke a cig and get something to drink. We took a seat on a couch. Here are a couple of highlights from the conversation we had there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who are you here with?&lt;br /&gt;She: I am alone&lt;br /&gt;ME: Really? Respect. That’s awesome.&lt;br /&gt;She: Yeah, I think it’s much more fun, when I go out by myself. I can do whatever I want and I meet a lot of great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;She: 25&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m 24, but last Wednesday I was still 23. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;She: 36&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really, you can hardly tell. (then I start kissing her again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I bet you are going to brag tomorrow to your girlfriends about how you scored this 12 year younger guy in a club.&lt;br /&gt;She: Yeah of course, aren’t you gonna brag to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, I just did. When I went to the toilet I send out a text message to tell them I´ve broken my age-record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I actually did send out that sms, and my oldest woman before this one was ´only´ 10 years older than me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the dance floor. I noticed she was a very good dancer, so I commented on that. Appeared that she worked in clubs as a stage dancer when she was younger, and she also used to dance in a couple of house music videos that aired on international tv. Nowadays she is a clothing stylist and she also makes S and M suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dancing for an hour or so we went back upstairs, because we had to take a piss.&lt;br /&gt;She: I have to go to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, me too&lt;br /&gt;She: Too bad, I can’t come with you&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, okay, I will make an exception for you. You can come for this one time.&lt;br /&gt;She: Yeah, I want to, but they are very strict on it in this club. They check who goes into what toilet the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later my wing Release came by to tell me that he was going home. So I said to my chick: “Hold on, I’ll be right back. I have to say something to my friends”&lt;br /&gt;When I came back I told her that my friends were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: “Aren’t you going with them?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “No, I’m still having too much fun. Its too early for me to leave.”&lt;br /&gt;She: “But how will you get home”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Alone, by train” (puppydog face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: me and my friends came to the club by car and if I took the train home it would take me at least an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued dancing together while till the party was suddenly over.&lt;br /&gt;When the music stopped and the lights went on, we went to get our coats and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the club:&lt;br /&gt;She: So what will you do now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I could go home. All alone. With the train. In the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;But… I don´t feel that at all, so I guess I´ll just stay at your place instead.&lt;br /&gt;She: Allright!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are such a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;She: Why&lt;br /&gt;Me: Picking up 12 year younger boys from the club. That´s bad!&lt;br /&gt;She: No way, you picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the second half of my layreport,&lt;br /&gt;where I conquer what is probably the longest Last Minute Resistance ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do some homework now, but I will post it probably tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114608035110509082?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114608035110509082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114608035110509082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/04/lr-tha-milf-lord-strikes-back-part-1.html' title='LR: Tha Milf-Lord strikes back! Part 1'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114592225876948266</id><published>2006-04-24T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T16:44:18.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay Report!</title><content type='html'>Last week I had my very first real one night stand! Before that I always went on a date first or was involved in longtermrelationships. A new high has been reached and it just keeps getting beter! Anyway, I´m still working on the lay report, but it´s almost finished. So keep an eye on my blog this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pimpin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114592225876948266?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114592225876948266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114592225876948266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/04/lay-report.html' title='Lay Report!'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114501218209186339</id><published>2006-04-14T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:03:38.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate game for KJ´s</title><content type='html'>I just found the ultimate game for KJ´s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.axe-effect.com/axelips/"&gt;"The Game"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114501218209186339?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114501218209186339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114501218209186339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/04/ultimate-game-for-kjs.html' title='The ultimate game for KJ´s'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114487414714754237</id><published>2006-04-12T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:54:31.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Why you SHOULD bring sand to the beach!</title><content type='html'>I noticed there´s a big difference between going out with male friends or with female friends. David D. recommends making friends with 5 girls just to hang out with. As I always have had more female than male friends I can say he's absolutely right. For example, when other girls see you come in the club together with females they will instantly fire ioi´s towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday I went to the club with 2 female friends of mine. When we came inside we immediately hit the dancefloor. Thanks to the girls I was automatically social proofed. Many girls came dancing near us. There was a HB9 walking by a couple of time and we had some intense eyecontact. So when a salsasong came up, i just stretched my hand out to her, and we started dancing. After the dance I went back to my friends, because I wanted to open some more sets. They were High5-ing me, and saying "good job man!", which lifted my state even more.&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the night I was basically on fire. I must have done 12 shortsets that night. (if you want to know more about shortsetmethod, search the td archive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I´m going to sarge a lot more with girls, and less with (community-)guys, because I want to fieldtest this some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114487414714754237?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114487414714754237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114487414714754237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/04/fr-why-you-should-bring-sand-to-beach.html' title='FR: Why you SHOULD bring sand to the beach!'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114461592973469059</id><published>2006-04-09T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:14:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atom feeds</title><content type='html'>I just turned on the atom-feeds. This means that you can now receive my posts in your newsreader. Click the following link to subscribe to my feed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114461592973469059?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114461592973469059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114461592973469059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/04/atom-feeds.html' title='Atom feeds'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114446052167380344</id><published>2006-04-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T05:59:44.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Strauss shows Project Hollywood</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=advofpimp-20&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;path=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%2Fref%3Dbr_ss_hs%3Fplatform%3Dgurupa%26url%3Dindex%253Dblended%26keywords%3Dneil%2Bstrauss%26Go.x%3D0%26Go.y%3D0%26Go%3DGo"&gt;Neil Strauss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=advofpimp-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt; on Swedish TV. He gives us a tour of Project Hollywood. Very interesting for people who've read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=advofpimp-20&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;path=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fproduct%2F0060554738%2Fsr%3D8-1%2Fqid%3D1145105677%2Fref%3Dpd_bbs_1%3F%255Fencoding%3DUTF8"&gt;The Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=advofpimp-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;. To download the video visit the link below. Click away the popupbanner to see the direct download link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LOHQELGX"&gt;Neil Strauss shows Project Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114446052167380344?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114446052167380344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114446052167380344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/04/neil-strauss-shows-project-hollywood.html' title='Neil Strauss shows Project Hollywood'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114341544297349448</id><published>2006-03-26T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T05:58:19.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.i.m.p. meets Neil Strauss and Badboy Part 2</title><content type='html'>Remember how I told you guys about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=advofpimp-20&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;path=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fsearch%2Fref%3Dbr_ss_hs%3Fplatform%3Dgurupa%26url%3Dindex%253Dblended%26keywords%3Dneil%2Bstrauss%26Go.x%3D0%26Go.y%3D0%26Go%3DGo"&gt;Neil Strauss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=advofpimp-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;' book presentation I attended in Amsterdam? It turns out my good friend Yoshinet recorded the whole presentation and Q&amp;A with his voicerecorder. It can be downloaded from his website for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quintushegie.com/neilstrauss.html"&gt;Yoshinet's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114341544297349448?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114341544297349448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114341544297349448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/pimp-meets-neil-strauss-and-badboy_26.html' title='P.i.m.p. meets Neil Strauss and Badboy Part 2'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114297926318590677</id><published>2006-03-21T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:04:15.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: This is how you pass a shittest!</title><content type='html'>Today I had an interesting emailconversation with a girl. I wanted to share it with you guys, because it shows you how easy it is to pass a shittest as long as you understand the basic dynamics. I hope you can learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a girl that I dated for a short time about six months ago. It never resulted in a lay. Last week she called me, and it was the first time I talked to her in six months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note:I translated it from dutch to english, and I changed our names for privacy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From :  HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 12:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;To :  P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;Subject : Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;How is school. Could you tell me some schoolstories?&lt;br /&gt;Studentlife must be so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From: P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 1:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I have to do some work at school know, so Im busy. We should meet up for a drink soon. Then I can tell you some stories. But I'll call you later today, or tomorrow.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From :  HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 1:44 PM&lt;br /&gt;To :  P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;Subject : RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't call, but mail me. My phone is broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way P.i.m.p., there is a guy I like, but he doesn't seem to be over his ex. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a shittest, because by saying this she tries to make me jealous to see if I will give her an AFC-response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From: P.i.m.p. &lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 1:53 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think I am, dr Phill? &lt;br /&gt;BTW. Do you have instant messenger over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From :  HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 1:53 PM&lt;br /&gt;To :  P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;Subject : RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, March 21, 2006 1:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would go for him. He sounds like the ideal man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the shittest because its a cocky and funny reply and a nonlogical answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From :  HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 1:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;To :  P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;Subject : RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okey I get it. You are saying he's no good. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From: P.i.m.p. &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, March 21, 2006 2:04 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are really sure he is mister right, you should go for him. Besides, most girls that I like have a boyfriend, so I feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;But if you need some tips, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be dr phill, but I'm a very good Hitch.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the opposite from what she's expecting. Instead of getting jealous, I tried to help her date the other guy. I make it worse by calling him Mr Right, because there is no way the guy could live up to the image she has in her mind of her ideal Mr Right, which automatically disqualifies him. And because I don't get jealous, she get's insecure, because she thinks I'm not attracted to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From :  HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 2:07 PM&lt;br /&gt;To :  P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;Subject : RE: Hey P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're cool a guy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realized the shittest failed and she has no power over me, so her attraction to me grows. That is why she gave me an IOI. I didn't reply immediately, because I was busy, so she sends me another email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From :  HBindian&lt;br /&gt;Sent :  Tuesday, March 21, 2006 2:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;To :  P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll just forget him. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she called me around 9 pm today and after some talking she said: "I am curious about your new house, when will you invite me."&lt;br /&gt;I said: "I invited you last week, but you flaked." &lt;br /&gt;Then we made a new appointment for next week. She's obviously into me so I will keep you guys updated on how this is going to unfold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114297926318590677?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114297926318590677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114297926318590677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/fr-this-is-how-you-pass-shittest.html' title='FR: This is how you pass a shittest!'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114286220612997196</id><published>2006-03-20T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:26:58.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDEO: Neil Strauss on Dutch TV</title><content type='html'>Neil Strauss, who was in Holland last week to promote his book The Game, made a guest appearance on a Dutch TV show. The great news is somebody recorded it and put it on the internet for us. And for you non-dutch speakers: the interview is in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download the 100mb file here: &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=UZ9CNBHM"&gt;Neill Strauss on TMF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114286220612997196?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114286220612997196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114286220612997196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/video-neil-strauss-on-dutch-tv.html' title='VIDEO: Neil Strauss on Dutch TV'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114280045480242519</id><published>2006-03-19T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:02:52.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.i.m.p.s Mailbag Volume 1</title><content type='html'>I occasionnally get questions by mail, and I decided to answer the interesting ones on my blog from now on, so other people can benefit from it as well. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey, &lt;br /&gt;I was just reading your blog. It's a very interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what the "hetero/homo opener" is? I live in New York City and&lt;br /&gt;there's so many pick-up artists most of the good openers have already been worn&lt;br /&gt;out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually open sets with a teenage mutant ninja turtle pez dispenser, but I find&lt;br /&gt;I often run out of pez halfway through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I might be visiting Hamburg in a couple of months. Is it worth it to learn&lt;br /&gt;some German(I only speak English and Spanish)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do most people speak some english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;John (name changed for privacy)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heey John,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only use improvisation lately during my sets instead of routines, so I might aswell (finally) tell you guys the homo hetro opener. It goes like this(translated from dutch):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homo/Hetro opener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, I need a female opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I was just standing near the bar,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly I guy came up to me &lt;br /&gt;and he asked me if he could order me a drink.&lt;br /&gt;So I got a little worried,&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys think I look hetro or gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This opener has never let me down. Allthough I advise you to only use it if you´re sure you don´t look gay, or it might backfire on you. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer your second question:&lt;br /&gt;You won´t have to learn german, or any other language for that matter, if you come to Europe as long as you can speak english. Almost everybody speaks english as a second language, especially the youth. And if you come do come to Europe, don´t forget to drop by Amsterdam, because that´s where it is really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.i.m.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If someone else has a question, feel free to drop me an e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114280045480242519?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114280045480242519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114280045480242519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/pimps-mailbag-volume-1.html' title='P.i.m.p.s Mailbag Volume 1'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114251808318592090</id><published>2006-03-16T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:01:06.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.i.m.p. meets Neil Strauss and Badboy</title><content type='html'>Last night Neil Strauss was in Amsterdam to promote his book The Game. Badboy was also there as a guestspeaker. I got Style to sign my copy of the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To P.I.M.P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarge on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Strauss aka Style&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more detailled field report of last night is coming later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114251808318592090?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114251808318592090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114251808318592090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/pimp-meets-neil-strauss-and-badboy.html' title='P.i.m.p. meets Neil Strauss and Badboy'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114191294191189425</id><published>2006-03-09T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:05:53.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video: Fear of the Approach</title><content type='html'>Here's a video that I found of Mystery on aproach fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2725060005961519123&amp;q=%22mystery+method%22"&gt;Fear of The Approach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114191294191189425?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114191294191189425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114191294191189425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/video-fear-of-approach.html' title='Video: Fear of the Approach'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114185746758498689</id><published>2006-03-08T14:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:35:53.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: P.i.m.p., Ceesss and Heisenberg go Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>I went to Amsterdam with Ceesss and Heisenberg last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;The first place we went to was Cooldown Café.&lt;br /&gt;Before Ceesss and me could blink with our eyes Heisenberg had disappeared into a 2set.&lt;br /&gt;Ceesss also opened a set after a few minutes. Even though they both opened 2sets and I could open their cockblock, I was to proud and wanted to open a set of my own.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to.., but I just couldn’t think of anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;My mind went completely blank for about twenty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, walking to the club.&lt;br /&gt;Some chicks were making I contact with me,&lt;br /&gt;but this was all that I was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;“I’m already standing here alone too long,&lt;br /&gt;it’s to late too approach now.&lt;br /&gt;I going to the other side of the club.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile Heisenberg and Ceesss&lt;br /&gt;were both involved in entirely different&lt;br /&gt;sets than the ones they opened in the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;and I still hadn’t opened a single girl.&lt;br /&gt;The longer I waited the more fucked up I felt.&lt;br /&gt;I needed some fresh air, so I said to my wings,&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get a burger.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside, feeling entirely stressed out and&lt;br /&gt;got something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting at the Burger King I was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;“apparently this is just not my night. I´m leaving.”&lt;br /&gt;I went back to meet Heissie and Ceesss in the club to tell them I was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they wouldn’t let me. And looking back, I thank them.&lt;br /&gt;Because had I left, I would have missed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Ceesss had picked up a girl while I was gone,&lt;br /&gt;and when I told them I was leaving Heisenberg said to Ceesss:&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going streetsarging with P.i.m.p.”&lt;br /&gt;Ceesss was going to stay the night with the girl so he didn’t come with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got outside Heisenberg and me talked a lot about game.&lt;br /&gt;“How could it be that my game is actually worse than six months ago?” I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;Then, with the help of Heisenberg, it dawned on me:&lt;br /&gt;six months ago my game was entirely improvisational.&lt;br /&gt;I would open with anything,&lt;br /&gt;and then based on her reaction I would decide on the spot what to say next.&lt;br /&gt;But lately I was depending almost entirely on routines (homohetro-opener etc.).&lt;br /&gt;By reciting the same routines over and over again gaming girls becomes incredibly repetitive and boring.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I had absolutely zero motivation lately to open girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of that realization (and a kick under the butt from Heisenberg) I&lt;br /&gt;started opening girls improv-style immediately.&lt;br /&gt;The sets I did weren’t exactly what you would call “smooth”,&lt;br /&gt;but it was definitely a lot more fun than routine-based gaming,&lt;br /&gt;and besides, because I wasn’t using any routines it was actually me who was gaming&lt;br /&gt;and not somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I will continue to work on my improv-game as much as possible,&lt;br /&gt;because I still need a lot of improvement (as you can hear in my recordings below),&lt;br /&gt;but I can feel I am definitely on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special bonus for the Dutch: I recorded some sets with my voicerecorder,&lt;br /&gt;and if I can find some time this weekend I will put them on my blog as mp3´s&lt;br /&gt;later this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.i.m.p.&lt;br /&gt;http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114185746758498689?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114185746758498689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114185746758498689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/fr-pimp-ceesss-and-heisenberg-go.html' title='FR: P.i.m.p., Ceesss and Heisenberg go Amsterdam'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114159090357291853</id><published>2006-03-05T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:48:54.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quick observations about my game</title><content type='html'>I have been relying to much on routines lately. I realized that when talking to Heisenberg last weekend. Relying too much on routines makes pickup surprisingly boring, and because of that I had almost zero motivation to open girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To overcome this I will work on my improvisational skills from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I´ll just open with ´hi´ and then just go with whatever the fuck happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also catch myself talking way too fast when I get nervous, so the keywords for the next few weeks are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMPROVISE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELAX&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don´t forget to check back in a few days, because I´m working on new field report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114159090357291853?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114159090357291853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114159090357291853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-quick-observations-about-my-game.html' title='Some quick observations about my game'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114120507563184930</id><published>2006-03-01T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:41:48.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick up videos</title><content type='html'>I found another site with pick up videos.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.shewantsme.com.au"&gt;She wants me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out this commercial: &lt;a href="http://www.axe.nl/acties/clickmore/commercial/Axe_Click_60_met_Logo.mpg"&gt;Gangster of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s the best commercial ever! &lt;a href="http://www.axe.nl/acties/clickmore/commercial/Axe_Click_60_met_Logo.mpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114120507563184930?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114120507563184930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114120507563184930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/03/pick-up-videos.html' title='Pick up videos'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114113753820825004</id><published>2006-02-28T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:42:47.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PUA Guide To The Hague 1.1</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Not for KJ´s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of the (cheap) clubs that are open during weekdays in my city, The Hague.&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning to visit The Hague anytime soon, you now know exactly where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Pianos  (open till 3 am) (5 euro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;Mellow Moods in One Four (2 euro)&lt;br /&gt;Mellow Moods afterparty in Cocoon&lt;br /&gt;La luna (open till 7 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;La luna (open till 7 am)&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Pianos  (open till 3 am) (5 euro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;Paap&lt;br /&gt;Sillys&lt;br /&gt;Asta&lt;br /&gt;Paard&lt;br /&gt;Paardcafe&lt;br /&gt;Tahiti Club Scheveningen&lt;br /&gt;La Luna (open till 7 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;Paardcafe&lt;br /&gt;Danzig&lt;br /&gt;Havanna&lt;br /&gt;Coccoon&lt;br /&gt;Tahiti Club Scheveningen&lt;br /&gt;La Luna (open till 9 am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;Paardcafe&lt;br /&gt;Danzig&lt;br /&gt;Havanna&lt;br /&gt;Coccoon&lt;br /&gt;Tahiti Club Scheveningen (free entrance before 11 pm)&lt;br /&gt;La Luna (open till 9:30 am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;One four (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;La Luna (open till 7 am)&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Pianos  (open till 3 am) (5 euro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nllounge.nl/lounge"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114113753820825004?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114113753820825004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114113753820825004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/pua-guide-to-hague-11.html' title='The PUA Guide To The Hague 1.1'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114081183296495164</id><published>2006-02-24T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:38:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Date Interrupted by her boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Last night it was time to go clubbing again. Unfortunately, it didn’t go exactly as I planned.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I wasn’t going with the Lair guys, but with a girl I know from school. We had agreed earlier to have some drinks at my place first. Minor problem is that she has a boyfriend, who she lives with. I’m not really a big fan of stealing chicks from their boyfriends, so I decided I would just take her along for fun and as a pivot.&lt;br /&gt;I was under the shower when my doorbell rang. She was a little bit earlier than expected. I quickly put on some clothes so I could open the door for her. When I opened the door I was amazed. She looked superhot! I’m talking HB10-hot! I immediately thought: fuck her boyfriend, I’m going for it! I had changed the interior of my house a little since the last time she was here. As soon as a chick enters my crib I have instant social proof now: the walls are full of pictures of me with different chicks.&lt;br /&gt;I put on the TV for her and went back to the shower. She was calling with some of her girlfriends while I was in there, but I couldn’t hear what she was talking about, because she was speaking Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;A little while later the two of us were sitting on my couch drinking wine. It was the perfect time to pull out THE ULTIMATE WEAPON:&lt;br /&gt;(The ultimate weapon: when I was a baby, my parents filmed me with a camera every once in a while. The result is that I now own a DVD of me growing up from being a baby to 8 year old kid. Every single girl I show it to M-E-L-T-S!)&lt;br /&gt;It worked just as well this time.&lt;br /&gt;While we were watching it she kept telling me how cute I was. Somewhere in one of our conversations she slipped she had a bit of an argument with her boyfriend, just before she left their home.&lt;br /&gt;While we sitting on my couch drinking wine, her phone rang. But she didn’t take the call. I said: aren’t you going to answer that? She said: no, I don’t want to speak to him now. (hmm) I thought: wow, this is going great!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for us to hit the city. Everything was working in my favour: 1. The Lair guys were going to come to the same club as well, so I was going to have a lot of social proof. 2. She was very in to me, and her boyfriend wasn’t going to show up before 2 o clock to pick her up. As soon as we were going to arrive in the club I was going to unleash my dancefloorskills on her. It would be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward: We got out of the bus in the city, and she has to get some cash from the ATM. She gets the money, we turn around, and guess who’s there…&lt;br /&gt;It´s her fucking boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Damnnn. Of all people! Me and the girl were stunned! He said: wow, that’s a coincidence, I also have to get some money! We: uuuuh yeah! Great.&lt;br /&gt;I pretended I was happy to see him. To my surprise, his girlfriend also wasn’t very happy to see him. The girl and I eyecoded eachother. The same thing girls do to each other when they blow you out. As soon as he turned his back to take money from the ATM machine, she whispered to me: what the fuck is he doing here? We think he was probably looking for us.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said to him: “can’t you come back later? We had an appointment that you were going to pick me up at two o’clock. You broke our appointment!” “So you guys don’t want I come with you?” he asked. Then he looked at me, but I held my hands up saying: “It’s your girlfriend dude, ask her, not me.”&lt;br /&gt;He had to find a place to park his scooter. Me and the girl went to the club without waiting for him. He would follow though. In the club I introduced her to my wing Ceesss, who was LORDING over the club as well. Later many of the other Lair guys also joined us.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of playing her in front of her boyfriend, I decided to proceed with my regular club game. About an hour later, I walked through the club looking for the girl I came with. I saw her plummet down in a corner with her boyfriend. She didn’t look to happy. “Tired already?” “Yes”, she said, “my boyfriend makes me tired.” (in a my ear so he couldn’t hear it) Basically, he was doing all the work for me. All I had to do was pretending to stick up for him by reframing it as insecure nice guy behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night another funny thing happened. Warmonger had seen me talking to the boyfriend a couple of times, so he assumed the boyfriend was a PUA. They started talking and Warmonger said to him: I´m going to venue change now. The boyfriend looked at him like WTF does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;He thought I was fooling him, when I explained we have a secret language that we use when we pick up chicks. Little does he know. For the rest of the night I kept practicing short set method, which was going allright.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I finally had the honour of meeting the guy that made up the HomoHetro opener. That guy should get a monument. The only problem with that opener is that it’s so good that everybody in my lair is using it right now, so it’s getting way overused.&lt;br /&gt;Score at the end of the night: nada!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114081183296495164?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114081183296495164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114081183296495164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/fr-date-interrupted-by-her-boyfriend.html' title='FR: Date Interrupted by her boyfriend!'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114064559473040330</id><published>2006-02-22T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:04:25.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: The Hague Lair Meeting 18 February 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Last saturday it was time for another Lair meeting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met up at The Hague Central station. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited some pubs, but soon we splitted up in smaller groups. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Warmonger and Erwinnn went to Paardcafe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a great set there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I opened two girls with the HetroHomo routine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of their friends joined the conversation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spouting some material at them,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one asked for my name (big IOI).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;After the opener, I improvised some new routines, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I will now be calling the BachelorParty routine, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the MILF routine and the KaraokeTaxi routine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will field test these routines some more, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I am going to spill them to you guys. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I didn´t #close any of them, because they were a little bit too old.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this set we joined up with the other guys again and &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all went to a club called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Danzig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Somehow I was feeling a little bit sick that night, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I left very early.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Score at the end of the night: nada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;P.i.m.p.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114064559473040330?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114064559473040330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114064559473040330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/fr-hague-lair-meeting-18-february-2006.html' title='FR: The Hague Lair Meeting 18 February 2006'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114043198827530673</id><published>2006-02-20T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T14:47:24.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Beernight with an AFC</title><content type='html'>Thursday means Student Night in The Hague.&lt;br /&gt;This means free club entrance, cheap drinks and a lot of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the club I opened two girls in the bus, by myself.&lt;br /&gt;This is actually quite a breakthrough,&lt;br /&gt;since it had been quite a while that I opened sets all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I only had the balls to do it when I had a wing or friend with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to club Asta with an extremely AFC guy from school. Just to drink beer and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Later also Release, CeesZB and CeesZB´s nephew joined us,&lt;br /&gt;members of the The Hague Lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn´t plan to do sets,&lt;br /&gt;I can´t go to a club without doing some.&lt;br /&gt;Sarging (lording) is really addictive!&lt;br /&gt;I did some sets, but somehow they all bombed.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I used exactly the same openers as the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow beer always fucks up my game in a way that wine does not.&lt;br /&gt;I decided beer and PU just don’t go together,&lt;br /&gt;so I didn´t drink for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;For most of the night I was just partying with the AFC guy on the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was almost time to go home,&lt;br /&gt;I started to get my balls back,&lt;br /&gt;because I had stopped drinking beer for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I started doing some sets again, and after a while&lt;br /&gt;I managed to #close a girl that I vaguely know from my college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score at the end of the night: 1 #close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes to self:&lt;br /&gt;- Stop hanging out with AFC´s&lt;br /&gt;- No more beer (this time for real)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114043198827530673?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114043198827530673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114043198827530673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/fr-beernight-with-afc.html' title='FR: Beernight with an AFC'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114043187017235519</id><published>2006-02-20T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:06:04.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR+: Wednesday Night Student Party (with photo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Last wednesday my college organized a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; party for all students in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Hague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PUA capital of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Me and my wing CeesZB arrived there around twelve o´clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my class was already inside, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when I came in I was greeted by a lot of people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gave me instant social proof. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;After talking to my class for a couple of minutes, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CeesZB and I started to explore the club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I quickly lost my wing to some girl, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was more or less on my own now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I went to the club with a different objective. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going out to pick up girls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went out to fieldtest my routines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that this slight alteration in my motives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;made me have a lot less approach anxiety than I normally have. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I was approaching girl after girl and no matter what opener I used, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every set opened!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At one time I opened a girl in front of all my classmates, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly a girlfriend of the girl joined the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It surprised me a bit, because it was an ex-colleague of mine, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who used to have a crush on me 2 years ago. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off course after some talking I numberclosed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When it was around 3 o´clock CeesZB, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who had been playing some girls from my class in the meantime, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I went to the dancefloor and before I knew it I was grinding with a girl. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened. No techniques used. That´s how easy it can be.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway, after I was dancing with her for a while, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobes and after that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started a heavy make out session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teasing her with my hands by rubbing her everywhere except her x-rated zones. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell I was making her crazy since she answered my teasing &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by pinching my nipples and rubbing my dick from outside my pants in the middle of the dancefloor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then suddenly all lights went on because the party was finished. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sametime my wing CeesZB came by with a drink. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CeesZB and I decided to get or jackets and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Later I was thinking I could probably have fuckclosed her the same night, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at that time I was just too drunk too realize that. (idiot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Someone made a photo of me grinding with the chick from the second floor of the club.&lt;br /&gt;I´m the guy with the purple shirt in the lower middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4295/2261/1600/pimps.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4295/2261/400/pimps.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Score at the end of the night: 1 *close and 1 #close&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114043187017235519?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114043187017235519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114043187017235519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/fr-wednesday-night-student-party-with.html' title='FR+: Wednesday Night Student Party (with photo)'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114003742963860830</id><published>2006-02-15T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:12:50.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 2 update</title><content type='html'>Anyone seen the new Axe Click commercial with Ben Affleck? That is actually exactly what my day was like  today when I went to school. Chicks were trying to get eyecontact from me left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not sure if it is because I stopped wanking or just because everybody was just happy because the sun was shinning for the first time in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I read somewhere that when you stop wanking for a while, your testosterone levels grow, and you automatically take on the right bodylanguage and behaviours that attract women. I wonder how this is going to end. I stopped wanking for 9 or 10 days now. If this continues on this pace, i will probably get date raped next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you can check out that Axe commercial here: http://www.clickmore.nl . Then click on ´Ben Affleck´ (the text, not the photo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114003742963860830?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114003742963860830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114003742963860830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/mission-2-update.html' title='Mission 2 update'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-114003680008178971</id><published>2006-02-15T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:53:20.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 1 Day 3: Expecting success.</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. I felt confident all day up to now.  The technique I used today was:&lt;br /&gt;Visualizing success.  (Especially in social situations.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of worrying how I come across, or thinking what might happen if I say this or that, I just visualized how everybody thinks I am the greatest guy they have ever met and how they are going to laugh at my jokes and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain doesnt know the differences between real or imagined images. So if I make myself see negative images, it affects your emotions, even tough it never ever really happened. If  you have negative thoughts you will feel tense, stressed, nervous, depressed etc. And guess who is doing that to you...   &lt;br /&gt;You do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... It´s just a habbit. Nobody is born a negative person. You just learned to think this way because of some experiences you had in the past. Any habbit you learned, you can dislearn. And, you can always learn, new habbits.&lt;br /&gt;Like...  Thinking positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really noticed it before, but since i am consciously paying attention to my thoughts the last three days, i actually noticed how many times i talk negatively to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so important to always think positive. It will make you feel really good. And because you feel so good, it will affect your reality and and everything that you visualized will actually come true in real life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-114003680008178971?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114003680008178971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/114003680008178971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/mission-1-day-3-expecting-success.html' title='Mission 1 Day 3: Expecting success.'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-113995691134222850</id><published>2006-02-14T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:41:51.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 1 Day 2: Turn off your inner voice</title><content type='html'>DAY 2: TURN OFF YOUR INNER VOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is basically just asking yourself questions all the time.  I learned a bit about toughtloops in a Tyler Durden audio seminar. Here´s an example of a tought loop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I feel pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;Because this and this happened&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I feel pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Many times I find myself getting caught in such a tought loop. It doesn´t help you one bit to get caught in tought loops. It´s only a waste of energy. If I´m caught in such a loop long enough it really tires me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of interupting the loop with better affirmations, which I usually do, today I just try to turn my internal voice of completely. I think this is exactly what the zen monks are doing when they are meditating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did this I became relaxed immediately. In the beginning, it feels a little bit awkward. Especially if you are used to having conversations with yourself all the time, like me. But I´m sure if I practice this long enough, it will become a habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-113995691134222850?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113995691134222850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113995691134222850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/mission-1-day-2-turn-off-your-inner.html' title='Mission 1 Day 2: Turn off your inner voice'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-113986825371904877</id><published>2006-02-13T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:39:51.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission 1 Day 1: Live one day at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Verdana,Times New Roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, the first day went already better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I will start using a new technique every day, on top of the techniques of the days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the technique I used today:  Live one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read in a Dale Carnegie book the following quote which inspired me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today well lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past has already happened. You cant change it anymore. So thinking about the past all the time is just a waste.&lt;br /&gt;You are also not a fortune teller. You can´t predict the future. So why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just focus on today. Its the only day that you can have an immediate effect on. Living one day at a time will make the rest of your life a lot easier. Try to make today your best day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-113986825371904877?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113986825371904877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113986825371904877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/mission-1-day-1-live-one-day-at-time.html' title='Mission 1 Day 1: Live one day at a time'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-113977638498938792</id><published>2006-02-12T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:39:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp mission 2: ´Pimp My Sex Drive´</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Verdana,Times New Roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This will be an experiment to test my willpower and I want to see if it affects my inner game, pick up skills, and motivation to &lt;a onmouseover="showmenu(event,26)" onmouseout="delayhidemenu()"&gt;&lt;span class="ac"&gt;sarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The mission is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wank off for at least a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I wanked was one week ago, so right now the counter is already at 7 days. I am already starting to feel withdrawal symptoms actually, so there are some tough times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-113977638498938792?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113977638498938792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113977638498938792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/pimp-mission-2-pimp-my-sex-drive.html' title='Pimp mission 2: ´Pimp My Sex Drive´'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-113977630093145168</id><published>2006-02-12T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:38:19.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp mission 1: ´Pimp My Inner Game´ in 21 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Verdana,Times New Roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the next 21 days, starting 13 february, as soon as I catch my self thinking negatively, I will immediately counter it with positive affirmations and visualizing myself succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want positive thinking to become a habit of me, because I believe it´s the most important skill to succes at any subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep a log daily, both on masf and on my weblog so I can reflect back after 21 days to see how much I have improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-113977630093145168?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113977630093145168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113977630093145168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/pimp-mission-1-pimp-my-inner-game-in.html' title='Pimp mission 1: ´Pimp My Inner Game´ in 21 days'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-113957720809150519</id><published>2006-02-10T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:15:06.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hague Lair meeting 09-Februari-2006</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first edition of (the soon to be legendary) weekly The Hague Lair Meetings.  I met up with my wing CeesZB in front of a pub called Zenix. All the other guys were already inside. There were some new members there that I had never seen before, so for the first 30 minutes I was just talking about PU with the others, while some guys were involved in sets. One guy, Warmonger told me about some of his favourite openers, which included a few that i never used before, so we agreed that we were going to try them out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Zenix the whole group of 8 guys went to Het Paard, which is the best club of the Hague.&lt;br /&gt;In The Paard we started sarging in small groups and solo. CeesZB started doing his usual stuff, which is opening every girl that enters his sight. Warmonger and I were standing near a lounge area were many girls passed by so we could test some openers. The openers worked well offcourse. By now its clear to me that it really doesnt matter what you open with. The most important thing is how you react to her answer and what you follow up with after your opener.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls that I opened, was actually a girl that Warmonger had just opened 3 minutes before with the very same opener. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I kept stalling after the openers, but i didnt really care, because i was getting such a rush from opening anyway.  After that I went looking for CeesZB and his nephew again. Ofcouse he was talking to a girl, but this time the girl was in my class at college. So I started to assist him by busting her a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually help my wings to steal her frame by saying stuff to her target like:&lt;br /&gt;"Stop bothering my friend" or "why are you stalking my friend". An other thing I do is I say to my wing very loud and obvious so the girl can hear it: "Hey WING, do you need to be resqued?!" It will guarantee you a DDB from the girl. Besides... it´s funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I started walking trough the club again looking for some asian girls. Suddenly I noticed I didnt see any of my wings for a while so I started looking for them instead without any result. So I checked my phone, and notice 3 new messages from three different guys saying: "eej dude, i´m leavin. Have a nice evening." Turned out I was the only one left. So i decided to call it a night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned tonight:&lt;br /&gt;- The Homo-Hetro Opener (courtesy of Warmonger so I can´t tell yet)&lt;br /&gt;- Some of the basics of Breakdancing (courtesy of Warmonger as well)&lt;br /&gt;- If you feel fear of approaching, but you do it anyway, it will give you a rush for the rest of the night, comparable to the rush you get from bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to work on next time&lt;br /&gt;- Open more girls&lt;br /&gt;- Have some material ready to follow up the opener&lt;br /&gt;- Try some new dancing moves&lt;br /&gt;- Dont drink alchohol&lt;br /&gt;- Spend less money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-113957720809150519?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113957720809150519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113957720809150519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/hague-lair-meeting-09-februari-2006.html' title='The Hague Lair meeting 09-Februari-2006'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22244688.post-113957422371626553</id><published>2006-02-10T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T05:23:03.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Report Bonanza</title><content type='html'>Get ready for the adventure of a lifetime! From now on I will write all my Field Reports in English and I will post them both here and on Masf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.i.m.p.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22244688-113957422371626553?l=adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113957422371626553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22244688/posts/default/113957422371626553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofpimp.blogspot.com/2006/02/field-report-bonanza.html' title='Field Report Bonanza'/><author><name>P.i.m.p.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04602040889107378174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
