A Galahadian Travel Extravaganza

Had a shitty day yesterday. So I took a short road trip.

Soundtrack song #1 — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJVkIgps_6o

Now, the plan was to go a town:

12.6 mi – about 29 mins

away

Pretty easy drive, just to chill.

Ever drive down the road and see those off-the-beaten path roads?

Imagine rolling down these dark Jersey roads in a convertible…top down armed with $10 in your pocket, a full tank of gas and one homeboy who’s inches from life-change….does it get better? Nope.

Right, so it’s supposed to be 20 minutes away. Two and a half hours later, we’ve managed to see the following:

• Wild West City
• The Land of Make Believe
• Waterloo Village
• A town called “Great Meadows” that’s about 3 blocks long, with no traffic lights
• We were on a major county road and saw no streetlights OR cops for 1 hour and forty minutes

What did we find?

A magical Dairy Queen staffed by hot girls, in a town that Google Maps isn’t helping me find. It was like a 20 minute oasis of confectionary delight.

Our total trip (one way) — 2 hours 29 minutes. Commence stats!

# of counties visited – 2

# of deer seen (and marked by screaming “DEER!”) – 9

# of attractive women found – 3 (all at Dairy Queen)

# of cows seen – 16

# of black cows seen (fight the power!) – 5

# of bats seen – 3

# number of cop cars seen – 4

# of times “Spartaaa!” was screamed while in “Sparta NJ” – 24

# of attractive women seen applying Vagisil while driving in Route 80 traffic jam – 1

# of giant stone tunnels driven through -3

# of times we opted to take the less-lit and less-travelled path – 15

# of guys with mullets seen – 1 (SCARY!)

# of epiphanies had by people in the car – 1 (LIVE YOUR VALUES)

# of times Jim urinated near plants or trees – 3

Sometimes, the best times aren’t the planned times.

The Rules Of A Closet Holocaust

As I trim the fat off me, I realize that I have a ton of clothes that don’t fit me. I’m about a 38 waist for the moment, and I’ve got way too many pants that start with a 4- on the tag. While I do have a wide array of belts (and suspenders, holla), I can’t keep over-belting myself in the same tents and call it clothing.

Time to purge.

Now, because I love hyperbole, I took the concept of “spring cleaning” and renamed it “closet holocaust”. You can replace closet with wherever you store your clothes. But “piles on the floor holocaust” doesn’t have that nice ring to it.

There are some steps to it, because what you’re about to engage requires discipline. So, here are the UNFLEXIBLE rules:

1. If you haven’t worn it in 8 months, IT GOES AWAY

2. If you can’t conceivably wear it to go out to a club/bar/restaurant/grocery store, IT GOES AWAY.

3. If something displeases you about it, IT GOES AWAY.

4. If you can find at least one alternate to replace it, IT GOES AWAY.

5. If it doesn’t fit (either big or small), IT GOES AWAY

You stick to those 5 CORE rules, and you’ll be golden. Here are 2 semi-flexible rules:

A. If you’re looking to upgrade it, IT GOES AWAY SO THAT YOU HAVE SPACE RESERVED FOR IT.

B. If the total number of the same item exceeds 3, THE REST GO AWAY. You don’t really need 11 white t-shirts. 3 is fine. Do you need 12 pairs of grey jeans? Nope. You only have 2 legs and can only wear one pair at a time. 3 works.

Get these rules into your head. Now, go get some trashbags. Yes, I said trashbags. Note the finality.

Here’s the system: Once an item is in the bag, it stays in the bag. No exceptions. No mercy. You’re about to go all Cobra Kai on your shit.

To the clothes we go. Dig right in. Commence merciless Nazi mode. Good clothes stay in place (or I like to make a new pile on the bed), and things that do not pass inspection GO DIRECTLY INTO THE BAG.

Every item gets one inspection. Be thorough. This isn’t a race. Check it for holes, wear and tear, stains, etc. Oh, and empty the pockets. You’ll find a lot of old shit there.

You can totally comingle items in bags. Let that cranberry velour shirt that the dryer burnt to a crisp meet that pair of jeans that your Aunt Estelle got you. Yes, the pair with the butterfly embroidered on. Oh, and bring in that size 22 collar shirt. It’s going bye bye.

Once you fill a bag, tie it off and move the full bag OUT OF YOUR ROOM. Then start a new bag.

If you’re doing this right, a voice in your head is screaming, “BUT WE HAVE NO CLOTHES!! WE NEED THESE ITEMS!” And your response should be a resounding, “Sorry voice-in-head, we’re getting our life in order. Shut the fuck up or you’re next.”

To date, I’ve purged 16 bags of clothing from closet and bureau. SIXTEEN bags of fat guy pants, jeans and shirts. Things that shrunk, things that I allege shrunk as I got fatter, things that aren’t in style, things that I’ve always wanted to get rid of….ALL GONE.

An empty closet is not an open indicator that you need to refill it. That’s the hard part here. You don’t need to replace your old shit with new shit, not right away. First we need to dispose of the bags.

Load them into your favorite vehicle and head over to those bins for the homeless or war veterans (or if you’re in my town, the one set of bins that do both). Dump your bags in there with the zeal of mafia goombas. Once the bags are gone, smile, because you’re one step closer to your life in order.

PS Donate your clothes, seriously. Recycle the jeans if possible. Do your part. It’s cool.

The ToolBox: How to build up or increase Intent

Welcome to the first in a series of how-to posts that will help to demystify and explain some of the material that often gets underplayed and under-explained.

In Today’s Toolbox, we’re talking Intent. We’ll discuss what it is, how to deal with an alleged lack of it and what you can do to increase your Intent.

What is Intent?

Intent is one-half of the core elements to natural pickup, the other being “Woo!” (which we’ll describe later) You can check out Tim’s videoblog (http://flawlessnaturalvideoblog.com) and his regular blog (http://naturaltim.com) for the basics. Go read them now if you haven’t.

All caught up? Rock on.

So we know that Intent is that internal set of feelings and desires that you want act on. They’re the need you must satisfy.

So, the question facing us today is: What if that need doesn’t seem so large? What if our Intent seems a little low?

Too Little Intent?

Unless you’ve been chemically castrated, lobotomized or hideously drugged and disfigured, chances are that you’ve still got some part of your body and mind that get aroused and attracted to other humans.  Something(s) inside you still gets you thinking in that most animal of ways, where you want to do just amazingly naughty things to another being on the planet. It’s undeniable. Humans want to reproduce. Genes WANT to be passed on.

So why then do some people feel less intent about it? Why do some people not got involved in any of this?

Real simple answer. Fear and perspective.

As with so much in life, fear can really limit you. Fear can stop you before you even begin. That fear doesn’t even have to be rational.

Oh I can’t do X, because…..(insert bizarre irrelevant statement here). Are you honestly telling me that you can’t (for example) talk to that girl because there’s a hole in your sock?  Well okay then.

You can stay gripped in fear for as long as you want. It’s a conscious choice to let the fear go and resolve it. No, just identifying the fear isn’t enough. Until you take direct action to disprove the source of the fear, consider yourself afraid.

Intent limited by fear is an attempt to downplay your own animalistic, masculine urges. You’ll tell yourself that you’re not tall enough, good enough, rich enough, sexually able or talented enough to deserve her. And by extension this also means you’re not _______ (fill in the blank) enough to deserve to feel attracted. You’re muting your own vibe. Why? Because of an irrational and utterly senseless concern that you can (and should) address.

To test your fear:

1. State your fear. Verbalize it. Give it words and an explanation. “I am afraid that she will reject me.”

2. State what you can do to immediately test this fear. “I can go talk to her to see if that is true or not.”

3. Test the fear “Hi, I’m John, awesome to meet you.”

4. Keep an open mind. Remember this is just a test of the fear. Is the fear coming true? “Hey, she’s not rejecting me. Fear GONE.”

If for some reason the fear tests positive, re-test under different circumstances. Always double-check.

Perspective is another muting of Intent. Let’s go with an analogy:

You and I are standing on a beach. You want to see what the ocean feels like. I can either throw you into the crashing surf, or spill a bucket on you.

Which way is going to give you a more accurate understanding?

Now, back to real life. You want to know what Intent feels like. I can either throw you in a mass of women or we can talk about it intellectually and dryly.

This isn’t “vague feel-good nonsense” (hey there haters!). This is a concept that is individual and unique to you and every interaction you ever get into.

Sometimes the hot girl arouses you sexually. Sometimes she intrigues you intellectually. Sometimes she just….looks good. In any event you have to go meet her. IT FEELS RIGHT.

You can choose to narrowly limit your exposure (possibly out of fear) or you can take all the filters off and jump right in. By not limiting perspective, you’re giving yourself access to the widest breadth of experience possible.

Remember, more experience = more results. Never a bad thing.

How can I get more?

Developing more intent isn’t so much about adding things to you, it’s about taking away things. Remove those fears, especially the irrational ones. Remove those insecurities and doubts, you’re going to test them. Remove those worries about other people’s opinions, you’re acting for yourself. Strip away all the things that limit you, and give yourself a breath of freedom and fresh air.

Don’t deny who you are, what you feel or what you believe. (We’re going to get WAY more into that, I assure you.

For now, don’t hide your Intent, revel in it. Life’s a party. Intent is your invitation.

Quick Update

Just a quick hit-and-run for now, more coming later.

Engage bullet points:

• “Hey baby, do you like my eyeballs?” is going to take the world by storm.
• Funnel cake on a cheat day == Awesome Supreme
• There will be an audio blog update this week. Probably on Wednesday.
• There may be a video update this week, possibly on Friday.
• Spicy sushi? Championship.

More later.

Lifestyle Supreme, Questing Part 2

So if you’ve made it this far, you’re up-to-date on what we’re on.

No longer just pickup, not just a hobby. This is the Hero’s Quest. And glory awaits those who reach the prize.

So what’s your prize?

You’ll find the goal to be variable, because at different stages in your life, you’re after different things. Sometimes you want a woman, sometimes you want to party. If the goal is variable, then what’s so great about the Quest?

The Journey.

It is the journey of the hero, with all the success and all the struggles which makes us want to cheer for him to win. We celebrate when Luke blows up the Death Star, we mourn when Spiderman kills Gwen Stacy.

In developing this lifestyle, in living the way you want, it is paramount that you make the journey feasible.  You don’t always have to make it super-easy, but you have to make it possible. Stagnation, even under the best intentions, turns even the best life to trash.

Check out any of the Rocky sequels where he gets a little complacent. He always needs that killer training montage to get him back in the fight. Complacency, resting on your laurels, is SO tempting. You get some success, or even celebrity and you can easily listen to your ego seep back into your life, polluting your beautiful quest, taking you off your path.

Don’t. If you do, you’ll regret it. You got on this path for a reason, and you’re accountable to yourself to see it through. Such is the way of the man.

(Note: The Way of John is coming…..stay tuned…but back to topic)

I don’t know why people do it, but they do it. They make life so difficult for themselves. I’m exceptionally guilty of it. One of my favorite questions was, “It can’t really be that easy, can it?” I loved to make mountains out of molehills. I loved to amp up the difficulty and complicate things. Partially because I loved attention and drama. Partially because I was an idiot.

Maybe we do it out of fear. Maybe we do it because we don’t want to change. Maybe we do it because we expect adversity.

We didn’t always expect adversity. We didn’t always fear change.

Children didn’t strain themselves with heart conditions and poor living habits because the monkey bars were supposed to be tough. They just climbed up on them and had fun. They never ate poorly, mismanaged their sleep schedules and strained their souls because they weren’t getting satisfied during art class. No, they just picked up some paint and drew.

The beauty of this lifestyle is the elemental simplicity. We’re going to be spending some time on this topic in the next few posts (possibly in video, stay tuned), so right now, let’s just lay down the basics for those of us on this Quest.

1. Our Quest is our own. There are many like it, but this one is ours. We don’t concern ourselves with what the guy to our left is doing. This isn’t a race or competition. Because we live in abundance and not scarcity, we don’t need to put ourselves or anyone else on an unequal pedestal. We all have Journeys to take. We respect them all, even if we don’t understand them.

2. We strive for simplicity, honesty and authenticity. We strive for these things in others, because we live them ourselves. No pretend horseshit. No illusions about who we are. No lies. No manipulation. We might not be perfect, but we’re working towards it. Simplicity, Honesty and Authenticity are some of our cornerstones. We never deviate from them, for they are parts of the great Attraction machine.

3. In whatever we do, we go full throttle, no brakes. We might not have all the answers, but we’ll get them. We might not know how the story ends, but we’re not living in fear waiting to see how it turns out. We’re making things happen.

4. We hold each other accountable. In this Fraternity  (which is a future post), we tell our friends, our brothers, the honest truth, even if it’s not what they WANT to hear. It is said because it NEEDS to be heard. We’re stand-up guys. No one person better than another. No one person immune to feedback or support.

5. This is fun. If you can’t laugh at life, laugh at yourself and understand that not everything is do-or-die, oh-my-god-or-else, then you’ve signed up for the wrong ticket. Lighten up Francis, you’re going to see that life is a hoot when you’re living on your own terms.

Those five basics are designed to point people towards a more natural, more personable way of living. Give it a try. Take up the Quest. Live better.

More tomorrow, where we’ll talk about fun doing awkward things (with a new game to play!), living without an “off” switch, and accurate goal creation.

A brief glimpse into my head

I’ve been asked, “What exactly do you think about when you’re “in set”?” So here, in a big pile of notes is a sample of my thought process.

Ooh, who’s that? She’s attractive. Time for a chat……hey, I wonder if the bar will give me an extra cherry in my next drink. …She has nice teeth…I wonder if that toothpaste I saw advertise actually foams up the way it suggests…..wait hang on, time for a hug. Oh, no….she’s a shit hugger….well let’s at least enjoy the chat….oh, wait, wait, she’s looking for me to buy her a drink….hey, was that a dude wearing a cowboy hat, how cute….I wonder if I can get a street vendor pretzel at this hour…Oh, she’s licking her lips….I remember this one time, it was pouring rain and I ran outside just for a pretzel. And that homeless guy accused me of breaking his bottle….wow, that was years ago….what’s she talking about? Oh, ha ha, that’s dull….time to POOF….hey who’s that?

It’s not a series of steps. It’s not about ticking off a checklist of “Meet, Escalate, Isolate” now those terms are consequences of just speaking and being. By not keeping it a checklist, and keeping all my options open and myself free to enjoy the moment, I can completely lead without fear and act with passion.

Check the Nation later for thoughts on Questing.

John At The Gym

There is blood dripping onto my leg. The blood is from my lip, I know this because 2 seconds ago a fist just met my face.

I should back up and explain.

When I started Charlie Kilo, I did 2 days of research into the “best” exercises. You know what I found out? Everyone has the best exercises. Everybody has the magic pill, the quick fix and the absolute best fitness plan available. You know what else I found? Way too many dudes claim to be Marines or ex-Special Forces guys in order to ask you for $49.95 when you lift weights.

So I did more reading. Checked out some diet and exercise plans. And here’s what I concluded:

The best diet and exercise plan is the most natural, most doable one.

It’s not about doing “mad reps to get a sick burn”,  it’s about working the body in all aspects to get results.

So, let’s go work the whole body. By getting into a fight.

Now, I took quite a few martial arts. I’ve studied quite a few schools of various weapons, and despite not being graced with a body hewn of stone (yet), I consider myself totally capable of fighting hardcore. So I call up a body of mine, who makes his living training cagefighters and wrestlers.

We meet at the gym, and he gives me three things, telling me they’re all I need.

1. Goggles.

2. Gloves

3. Mouthguard

I am not a dumb man. When another man (who is six inches taller, and outweighs you by 40 pounds) hands you these items one thing is clear:

You’re going to get a little battered and bruised.

We start off in the boxing ring, breaking out the old ba gua stretches. Feels quite good actually to work those knots out of the middle of my spine. All stretched, we gear up and go.

Fight time.

We start swatting each other, calling each other “Nancy” and “Doris”, and then it happens. I kick him square in the stomach. I feel the ball of my foot drive into his abs.

I’ve never been attacked by a bear or wolverine, but I imagine that it’s not unlike what happened next. Arms flying, knees moving, a full out beatdown assault.

This wasn’t a “hey we’re two dudes working out” oh no….this is “protect your life by any means necessary” fight (I call them Malcolm X fights).

I believe the body is hard-wired to respond in it’s more energetic and primal self in times of stress. Some people can lift cars off their children. Some people can survive falls.

Me? I turn into fucking Jason Bourne.

Elbows, Muay Thai blocks, some judo, some kempo, some aikido. This fight is on, and neither of us are slowing down.

I’m past winded. I’m not even sure what’s keeping me moving. My arms are sore, he’s joint-locked me a few times. He’s favoring his right knee, because I keep kicking it out.

For a moment, I give myself a chance to back up.

And then the punch comes.

I feel my lip split against my teeth. I feel the blood, warm and wet mix into my beard and down my chin. The shirt will soak a lot of it up.

Fight’s back on. No more coddling. High gear.

Rising knees to his face. I don’t know many locks, but I can damn sure wrench and snap shit. Full fight mode deluxe.

By the time it’s over, four trainers are standing ringside, clapping and nodding. I feel like 2 steamrollers Eiffel-Towered me.

I want to do it again.

Bloody, sore and sweaty, I climb back into the car, and watch blood drip onto my leg.

Awesome.

I’d say that was quite a workout.

I think tonight I’ll just walk around the block once or twice. Tomorrow, when I’m taking the day off, eating what I want and fucking a woman, I’m going to be sore, and I’ll be quite bruised.

But I know I’m alive. Glorious.

This isn’t just about ripped abs anymore.

Self-Amuse Day!

I hereby declare today is International Self-Amuse Day.

On this day, you must do 3 things:

1. Enjoy yourself in everything you do.

2. If you find yourself having to work, or deal with something that requires responsibility or maturity, find a way to make the time bearable. I suggest dancing in your seat to music only you can hear.

3. Live life like a 5 year old.

Today, I’m going to be practicing my nerdiness, also I’m working on a Heath-Ledger-as-Joker laugh. I am THIS close.

Making it Your Way

Gather around kids, pour yourself some chocolate milk and let’s chat.

When people ask you “How was your day?” they usually ask this while the day is still going on, yet we all answer as if the day is done.

“How was your day.”
“The day was good.”

Why past tense? Isn’t there still time left today to do a lot of things? As I write this it’s just past five in the evening, I still have eight hours or so of things to do. Some of those things involve women.

Is there really anything more in the moment than the verb “is”? It’s current, it describes what is going on at that very second. It doesn’t care about 3 seconds ago, or what happens a minute from now. Is is a powerful word.

My day IS good.

So this always leads into a question, “Why so good?” and from there flows conversation about the particular external things that happened. Maybe you found a penny on the floor, or an extra five in your jacket pocket. Maybe that girl who you thought would flake left you a voice mail.

How often though do you answer “Why so good?” with something really empowering?

“Why so good?”
“Because I make it that way.”

It leaves no doubt. No external action is required. No pressed-on logic. No over-intense application of thought.

What makes the day good? YOU do. Your positivity, your perspective, your actions.

It’s not about waiting for good things to magically befall you. Nor is it about getting stars to align in just the right way so you have a chance.

Fuck stars and fuck chances. You want something done, go do it. You don’t know how to do it? Learn, then do it.

Watch how easily this applies.

“So, did you get your soul crushed a little by mainstream society today?“
“Nope, had a good day.”
“Really, why?“
“Because I made it that way.”

This is your life. So why not live it? You have the fundamental tools. Reframe. Reinforce the positive. Get a goal and plow towards without stopping. You’re a hurricane.

What goals do you have? I want to get laid. GO MAKE IT HAPPEN. I want to get a better job. GO MAKE IT HAPPEN. I want to move to the city and become pimp of the planet earth.

You know what to do.

Go make it happen.

So the next time someone asks you, “How was your day?” Be ready.

“My day IS great. BECAUSE I MAKE IT THAT WAY.“

I’m going to go make spaghetti, and it will be glorious.

A Throwback from the Past

It is Sunday morning. My home needs a good cleaning. The bedroom is littered with clothes. The kitchen counter is littered with things, and everything that was on the counter, is now on the floor after a sexcapade.

If it was on the walls in the bathroom, it’s on the floor. I don’t even remember the sex in the bathroom, but it must have been ferocious.

It will take me the better part of today to clean everything. I should probably mop the kitchen floor, just to pick up however many tablespoons of me are dotting the stones.

Why do I do this? Why do I consistently let such a maelstrom into my home, spending effectively half of my weekend repairing the damage, only to do it again? (And this week, I’m doing it 4 more times? Madness.)

Oh right, the reason is still in my bed. She’s managed to find the dead center of the mattress and use all the blankets. If she were not the person she is, she’d have been out the door at 11.

I have, over the past few weeks, laid bare my brain to offer value. Observation. Listening. Social Circle (the threads are all on page 2 I think). I have done all this, not to brag. Bragging is the furthest thing from my mind, despite accusations to the contrary. I could care very little as to what the internet thinks of me. The people who know me, who have met me, and who stay in contact with me, they know I am one for the spotlight. But I am getting off topic.

As I so frequently do, I go back to how I was a year ago, because 12 months ago, I was still in the throes of chode. That holiday season, if I recall correctly, I was miserable. I was no longer horrifically large, but I was still a bit hefty, and still thought very poorly of myself. I did my best to listen to society in the hopes that magically, women would appear at my door.

Oh, how times have changed.

This holiday season, my home is filled with the sounds of happiness. There is laughter, pleasure and fun to be had here. Even the same simple tasks I did as a chode take on great new zeal. I used to hate mopping the kitchen floor. Now I enjoy the work, occasionally whistling Disney tunes while I clean up semen splatters.

People have asked me, “How can I be as good as you?” and I really had to give this great thought. And even last night, as I was cock-deep in someone, this was on my mind. (My mind wanders at odd times.) And I concluded that I’m not good at pickup.

I’ll repeat that: I’m not good at pickup.

Why do I say this? Haven’t I pulled people into restaurants ten minutes after meeting them? Haven’t I had multiple threesomes in the same night? Haven’t I fucked a girl in the ass in her kitchen while she was on the phone with her mother? Yes, I’ve done all these things. But that does not make me good.

I am proud of the person I am. I have a great deal of love and compassion for everyone. But I do not take pride, nor disgust at my actions. They are the consequence of living well, not of pickup.

My life is honest. My life is simple. I meet people, I talk with them. I share my endless love for all things with them. I bring them to my home. Intimacy occurs. I wake up in the morning and work out, and then repeat the whole cycle.

I do not own pickup clothes. I barely peacock. I believe in the power of self over routines. Most importantly, I believe in myself. I have, over the last 9 months, come to discover that I am in fact, more than what I set out to be. My goal at the start was to be a pimp. What I have become has exceeded that. I am a good man now. This is more than I could have ever asked for. A year ago I thought this was impossible. Of course a year ago, I also thought I was not going to get kissed ever again. Life changes.

People ask me, “So, your game is perfect? You have no sticking points?” And I laugh. My game is imperfect, because I do not see it as anything external I do. I do not act out of my natural way when I game. It’s breathing, talking and moving. The same things I did before I knew about it. I encounter a problem, I come back to it later. I do my best to not let the problem persist and flare up in my mind in that moment. I have sticking points, but I have come to find them not based on game theory. My sticking points are fluid, based entirely on circumstances and are often solved with, “That’s the way some people are, John.”

I keep things very simple. I live without many delusions anymore. I love everyone, even the people who think poorly of me, or those who idolize me for reasons I can never fathom. It gets taken for sarcasm, but it’s my expression of compassion. If I had to codify the specifics at the core of my game (stripping away the theory) I would say:

1. Love life.
2. Live for the challenges.
3. Love yourself. And others.
4. Do not stop yourself.
5. Laugh more.

Such is my life. It is full of adventure, wonder and zeal. I have never been happier or more satisfied. I eagerly await 2008 to see how much better it gets and how much deeper the rabbit hole goes.

PS If you were at my house on Friday or Saturday, and you’re missing a Blackberry, let me know. I found it on the couch, next to a thong which smells lovely. I may or may not have had sex on it. I’m pretty sure I did. My bad, yo.

These are some of things life has taught me:

I am always intrigued by the choices people make. Not that I always disagree with them, but their thought processes, and their understanding (or lack thereof) of consequences and reactions never cease to amaze me.

Why must people tell their friends and family that they are members of the community? Why can they not just demonstrate the skills and accomplishments they have earned or developed and leave it at that? If people are curious, then by all means give them direction. But starting off “Hey, I’m learning on the internet how to meet women and fuck them.” is not really going to fly well with a parent. However, a parent would be greatly impressed if suddenly their little boy left the basement and the safety of his Guild Wars clan and met (gasp!) a girl.

Why use terms? Terms do not give power, they serve only to identify things after the fact. You cannot be in the moment and consciously using terms. We know this. Once you assign a label of jargon, you cease being in the interaction and start breaking down the interaction. Save that for later. The moment is not the best time to track IOIs by calling them IOIs. Just enjoy.

Oh, and the owner of the Blackberry did pick it up, and yes I did have sex on it. He shouldn’t have left it near where my penis goes.