Feeling Good

•10/12/2015 • 1 Comment

My posts are going to be boring here for a while until I get into the swing of things (and then they’ll be slightly less boring):


Fairly tired today.  Managed to play nearly 4 hours of beach volleyball over the weekend before working multiple gigs.  I was ill and my aerobic ability has been severely hampered but I finished my medicine and was feeling much better, although definitely not 100%.  I thought I might’ve overdone it, but I think I stopped in time to let my body recover.  My last gig was actually really easy, got paid for 4 hours and only worked about an hour and a half, plus we got fed a gourmet meal and I got a couple cocktails.


I felt decent enough to go meet up with some friends, dance with the girls, and have a cold beer.  Then I went home and got some decent sleep last night after falling asleep on the couch while watching a recording of the latest Donald Trump rally.  Not because he bores me, quite the opposite, but I was just totally relaxed and tired which was a recipe for passing out.  This morning after a righteous shit I jumped on my longboard and cruised over to get a hot coffee in my travel mug (cheap “refills” when you bring your own mug) and some breakfast to go.


Got into the office early and worked on my planning for a future dive competition.  Really excited for that as it’ll be a big challenge to even land any significant number of fish.  I don’t have much of a shot at doing well in the competition, but it’ll be great experience and I really think my teammates are going to be fun to dive with.  It’ll also cement my requirements for joining the dive club so by next voting session I’ll have a solid chance to get in.  I’m a little concerned about being in shape enough for the competition since we won’t be able to use a boat, but I should be healthy enough by then and I’m going to do my best to maximize my sleep in the time before the competition so I’m fully rested before I’m in the water toughing it out.


Oh, and when I went and danced with the girls, one of them is back in town visiting after having moved away.  I saw her at the bar ordering a drink when I first walked in, so I rolled up next to her in my work outfit (definitely dressy and I know I look sharp and overdressed for this place) and bumped her shoulder.  She turned, looked at me and then did a double take realizing she knew me and you could just about see the moment she became incredibly turned on.  Even the hot female bartenders were stealing glances at me.  This girl was just astonished at how good I looked (I’d seen her over the weekend at the beach covered in hat/sunglasses and heavy sunscreen and she barely recognized me then).  All the girls were loving how I looked (it felt pretty good I have to say) but this girl from out of town was practically ready to rape me and then backed off saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know you have a girlfriend.”


Pretty entertaining, had a good time dancing.  I need to get in good shape and update my wardrobe some more so that this is more of a regular occurrence.  Even if I do have a gf, there’s no reason to not have her know full well how much in demand I am (or can be).


How was your guy’s weekend?

New Speargun

•10/09/2015 • Leave a Comment

So a while back I won a pretty nice speargun that’s longer and thus better for me to shoot pelagic fish with.  I figured out I really should exchange it for a slightly longer model so that I can use it dual-purpose for small/middle size pelagics and also for bigger game fish when I work my way up to those, so I can grow into the gun.  Also, I could use a slip tip type setup and a reel so I talked to someone I know who helps run the company and she arranged for me to exchange the gun and only pay the difference between this speargun and the longer one.  I also got the gun setup with appropriate slip tip and rigging and got it all at a heavy discount from retail, paying no labor for the setup.  Got to check out the manufacturing facilities and meet the attractive receptionist too.  She was digging me too which is always nice.


Also recently I was able to borrow a kayak for an upcoming competition and went to a local dive shop to get my shortest gun setup with new bands/hardware so I can be better prepared for the competition.  I know I won’t have really any chance at placing, but I’ll be able to dive with good divers and it will be invaluable experience as well as checking something off my list.  I can’t wait for the competition and to get my new gun in the water.


I want to dive more, swim more, and get into a routine of hitting the weights every week.  I’ve got some serious body fat going right now and I need to strengthen my core, it’s so weak right now.  Girlfriend is going okay, but I need to improve other areas of my life and take a trip with her, I’ve been neglecting her a bit and I think it’s gonna affect things negatively soon if I don’t get on top of my game.

Cougar City

•06/01/2015 • 6 Comments

Recently I went out to meet up with an older lady who was visiting before and is now back in town after a long absence.  My other buddy had some older ladies with him and was trying to play the pimp as he usually does (he usually fails).  An older lady friend of mine comes over to join the group rather late so I tease her and have a good time hanging out eating some food and having a beer.

She teases me back and asks me when she can get another shoulder massage and that immediately reminded me that when I did give her a massage I made her get me a beer for it.  I tossed that fact back her way and she said she was totally down so with a fresh free beer on the table in front of me on the patio I worked on her shoulders and neck/upper back.

Like this except she had a bikini top under an open shoulder shirt and was sitting:


Almost immediately I had the drunkies at the table ooh’ing and joking about what I was doing to her as some of it could look wrong or be misinterpreted.  I laughed them off and continued.  The comments turned from lighthearted/joking to requests to be next in line.  I countered that they’d need to buy me a drink first, my hands aren’t free.  Her friend kept telling people “oh wow, can you imagine how he could make you feel inside?  Can you imagine what he’d be like in bed?” before grabbing onto my arms.

This led to a bunch of naughty joking with the cougars my buddy had invited and eventually the one cougar practically offering up her college age daughter to me.  The same daughter that when I’d met them both prior she told me to keep away from her daughter.  Now that she saw my mastery she actually encouraged me.  Very strange.

If the things with Salty Spice weren’t still going damn well, I’d have taken her up on her offer.  The daughter is smoking hot/in shape, smart, and younger to boot.

I rather enjoyed my “free drinks” and being “the man” within that patio/restaurant/bar.

Valentine’s Day

•02/11/2015 • Leave a Comment

So a question was posed that I think some of you are also wondering about:

How do successful players who are juggling multiple girls deal with Valentines day?

My response:


“Sorry, but I’ve already got plans with the best valentine, she asks me every year and I say yes.”

“What, who? Huh?” they invariably ask.

“My momma”

Hey, it’s cheesy, but it works, and it’s the truth.

If I’m in a relationship with a girl, then I’m totally fine celebrating Valentine’s Day on a small scale, as long as she’s willing to celebrate the male valentine’s day, Steak and a BJ Day on March 14th.

So what are my plans for V-Day?  Since I’ve been dating Salty Spice exclusively for a while now and because she continues to treat me well I’m doing this:

1. Celebrating mostly on the night before.

2. Told her we’re having dinner late and going out elsewhere beforehand.  She should wear a nice dress, she doesn’t know what I’m wearing but I’ll be suited up.

3. Both of us out of work early, meet up, then I’ll drive her to a gorgeous resort overlooking the coast.  I may borrow my friend’s car that I’ve been wanting to test drive as it’s possible I may buy it.  It’s much nicer outside/inside than my car.  We’ll walk into the restaurant/bar area.  It’s very expensive there, so probably 1-2 drinks as we walk outside the resort overlooking the ocean at sunset.

4. Drive over to a high end mall that’s up the coast where if it’s too early for our late dinner reservation at a fine steakhouse/wine bar then we’ll walk around and do some window shopping or grab some wine at the restaurant.  Oh, did I mention at the restaurant I have a large gift card that should cover the majority of our tab?  A gift received from doing what I considered a minor favor but that saved a friend’s ass.  So all in all I’ll be spending very little money for a very nice night out/

5. Then home to have another drink in the hot tub or just straight to the bedroom for fun and sleep (not too late unless we’re really having fun).  Start Saturday refreshed, maybe go for a bike ride along the coast or have a nice beach day.  At some point I’ll leave to have a meal or some activity with my mom, or maybe just invite her down.

Past V-Day posts with some simple examples of what I’ve done on Valentine’s Day:



The one that almost got away

•01/06/2015 • 4 Comments

This is kind of long and about freediving/spearfishing. It may not be particularly interesting to many of you but I felt like writing it up. TLDR at the bottom of the post:

My buddy had plans to dive an area kind of far away from me and while I could’ve spent time with the girl having a more lazy weekend, I went to bed early (despite my buddies wanting to hang and drink beer) and got my ass up in the early morning to drive to my buddy’s place. Ate a healthy ass breakfast he made, then got our gear sorted/loaded, and drove up the coast where we met with a completely new diver who was very eager to have his first spearfishing dive. The dude had thrown down and bought all the gear necessary (including some extras) and had been asking around the community to see if someone would take him, so I thought I’d help him out.

The conditions were excellent. No wind, very clear visibility, and warm (for here) water. I talked to him about the dive trying to mentally prepare him and taught him how to properly gear up and get in the water. Despite having some significant trouble with my new mask (compounded by not shaving cleanly enough) I decided to grin and bear it instead of going to get my old mask so that I didn’t have to leave the new guy in the water with only my buddy (who is not as experienced as I am and a bit overeager at times). Got the new guy acclimated and showed him all around the varying terrain and taught him as much as I could.

He was a good student and took in almost everything save for a couple things that didn’t stick so I got him to start shooting his speargun at some smaller fish in a shallow enough area that he could get to them easily. He missed a number of times and I watched him from some distance. I kicked over to him after he looked like he was struggling getting his gun back together. He told me how he’d shot a fish, but that it had torn off the shaft/line and had disappeared. I told him not to be discouraged and now he’d shot a fish (which most people don’t do on their first hunt, he just needs to aim a little better as a shot too high or low will make this happen nearly every time.

I continued diving with him, but at one point when he ended up on the other side of some kelp I decided to shoot one of the larger fish within my sight (a smaller species, but a larger example of that species) so that I could bring it over to him as an example of what a (hopefully) better shot is and to have him learn how to remove it from the shaft and string it. As I stalked a small school of my desired fish I selected the largest as it separated from the pack and started swimming away from me at a good pace. I kicked hard to follow it and just as my shot was lined up and I was about to squeeze the trigger I noticed a small fish (just beyond my target fish) with it’s outline against the surface with an unmistakeable section of torn flesh.

Instinctually I kicked away from my original target and set my sights on the wounded fish. It would die anyway if I didn’t finish it off, and the story of his first shot fish wouldn’t be one of complete failure. As I got closer to the fish it started picking up it’s pace and the carbon dioxide buildup in my lungs signalled my body that the deadline to surface was rapidly approaching. As I took aim and used a little extra effort in my last three kicks to close the gap (the larger muscles in my legs sucking the last of the oxygen in my lungs) there was no mistaking that this was the same fish the new diver had lost.

The fish was facing directly away from me so I had no shot. I had to surface and it was now or never. An opportunity like this wouldn’t return. At the last moment the fish turned EVER so slightly to one side. I squeezed the trigger and immediately started my short ascent without seeing exactly where I’d hit the fish, but knowing from the constant pull of my line that my shaft had penetrated solidly. I cleared my snorkel on the surface expelling the CO2 in my lungs and inhaling sweet fresh air followed by a few more breaths before dipping my mask back in the water and pulling the shaft up by the line.

The resistance was constant, the small fish wasn’t fighting and was curved to one side. I got the fish closer to me and could tell it was either stunned or stoned (dead). As I pulled the shaft and fish up to me I could see why it was curved to one side and that it was most definitely dead. The shaft had entered slightly above the spine but had exited evenly between the fish’s eyes traveling directly through it’s brain. It must not have felt a thing, clean kill. I called the new diver over to show him the fish. He got really excited and said “that’s the fish! That’s the one I lost! How’d you find it? Wow what a shot!” and I laughed and laughed and laughed at his excitement and wonder. A deep, hearty, healthy laugh.

I showed him the technique for removing the shaft while holding the fish without getting stabbed by the spines, but made him do the actual shaft removal (it took a while). Then I passed my stringer through it’s gills and left it hanging from behind me and encouraged him to keep diving as he’d eventually stone a fish like that and then much larger as he improved. We dove until he got tired. He continued to try to get other fish but didn’t succeed. I continued to have a rough time with my new mask leaking/fogging, but towards the end of the dive I spotted a bass that definitely looked over the legal size minimum and proceeded to pursue it.

This type of bass is notoriously skittish, often times you get no more than one glance at them before they spook into the depths. The bass flitted into and out of the ample cover between the kelp and the various rock structure/overhangs/holes. We went slowly in a wide circle around one spire at least 3 times and I made a number of dives trying unsuccessfully to line up a shot before having to surface to get some air. I had to constantly be kicking on the surface, stalking the bass from the surface as it moved in and out of various hiding spots on the bottom, so I couldn’t ever really catch my breath. My heart was pounding but I was willing to try my best to not let this bass escape.

My mask was fogging/leaking and I knew at any moment the bass might bolt far away out of my sight and I’d never find his new hiding spot so I dove one more time with just enough breath to reach the latest hiding spot and take a shot despite the rocks surrounding the bass. I descended to the spot quickly as the bass had settled in a fairly shallow location and as I got near he casually started swimming out the other end of the hole. He spotted me and turned just enough for me to close the gap, squint through the fogging mask, and fire. The shaft struck towards the back of it’s head, traveled through the body, above the spine and out it’s mouth but the catch didn’t release. I kicked to the surface caught my breath and slowly brought him up, got the catch released (so he couldn’t wriggle off the shaft) as he violently tried to escape, and released my knife from it’s holster around my ankle and drove it through the bass’ brain, it’s life leaving as it’s body writhed/stiffened like it’d been hit by a lightning bolt.

Later I finished our dive as the new guy felt cramping coming on and I realized I’d been in the water for the better part of 3 hours. Exhilarating and exhausting.

As we parted ways I offered the new diver the fish he’d originally wounded and he told me “no it’s your fish, you killed it” but I insisted he take it so he could bring it home to his girl instead of empty handed. Besides, I considered it his as he spotted it, found it, and shot it with next to no experience. It just got free and I happened upon it by chance and then was fortunate to be able to end it’s suffering and recapture it for the new diver. He’s been very grateful and I plan to take him up on his offer of dinner and beer on our next meeting.

I still chuckle that I happened upon that fish again just writing this and I will chuckle more tonight as the tasty bass fills my belly. Now, to address that mask…


TLDR: Took an eager guy out spearfishing for the first time.  Taught him as much as I could remember while team-diving with him.  He missed a few fish but struck one.  That fish broke free as he shot too near the edge of it’s body and the shaft/line ripped out as the fish struggled.  Later I happened upon the fish by total luck and managed to sink a shaft through it’s brain.  Showed him to his complete amazement.  Later shot a nice bass to eat for dinner and gifted the smaller fish to the new diver as I consider it his.  He was very grateful.  Dove for 3 hours, great, great experience.

Why society doesn’t want to associate with “feminists”

•11/17/2014 • Leave a Comment

Great Article:


Working out is such a great physical reminder

•10/23/2014 • Leave a Comment

The constant ache of my belly after the gym two nights ago reminds me that I’ve missed the gym for too long.  It also reminds me that I need to feed myself healthily so that my body can recover faster and become stronger.

It reminds me that I have things to do outside of work and pleasure.  Self-improvement in other areas.  It reminds me of hunger in a way.  I must satisfy my hungers instead of constantly starving or just barely maintained.

I didn’t get much sleep last night after working the main job and a side gig.  Today I must do better, the gym, the food, the organization, the financial planning.

I almost bought breakfast this morning reasoning that I had the money in my pocket and could buy something nutritious and fast (and because I’d be later than I should be), but instead turned at the last moment and walked back to my house, threw some things together and got on the road.

On a side note, I went by my girl’s place and she has pretty much made my costume from scratch.  I’ve only gone to the store to pick out materials.  It ended up being a couple’s costume in a way.  She a sex symbol character, me her alpha male sex symbol.  She continues to prove her worth in my life.  Just realized we’re very close to a year since we started dating.


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