Denver's Dandy

Money vs. Health Part 2

2011-03-05T01:33:00.001-07:00

I finally had it after several mornings of hearing the semi truck backing up into the dock below my window. Just like clockwork it always happened at 4AM. Adding this wonderful experience to a room that had no AC during the summer and sleeping on a bed that had no support I could do nothing but make do. The months of restless nights piled up and soon I was experiencing anxiety problems.

You don't need a doctor to tell you something is wrong, and with a month left in my tour of duty as an Engineering Intern I was struggling. My blood pressure was regularly in the high 140's and most days I was ready to pass out anywhere. Being healthy almost all of my life this was a hard lesson that I was learning. It's true when people say that when you're in the middle of a storm you don't see an end. I'm glad that I had the support of a wonderful woman, who is my soulmate to help me see that the way I was living was not healthy.

Looking back at so many of my previous posts based on health and money I realized that this problem was not new. I had been dealing with it most of my life. It took the summer to realize that I created my own stress and anxiety. To some degree I did not need to stay up at all hours of the night to cram for an exam the next day or choose to go out to the bars knowing that I already had a sleep deficit. The fact is that when we're young we think nothing can touch us, the truth is that everything catches up to you.

I'm blessed because I have learned that I need to take better care of myself now and change my habits. Some of us rarely do and those are the people that keep pushing through the sleepless nights and the health problems to make the money. Thankfully again because of a good woman I have learned to live a life where I can be both successful and healthy. All it takes is realizing that 1. you're not immortal, choosing to ignore your body's signals will lead to physical and mental exhaustion 2. there must be time for sleeping, relaxing and taking care of yourself. Most importantly is using the time and money that we have more wisely.

When it comes to money we tend to think of it as a never ending tree bearing fruit. As long as it keeps coming we don't really care about what may happen in the future. This was my way of thinking years ago, as long as money was coming in I didn't care about being prepared for the future. But it's funny that when I held two jobs and was making the most money in my life I seemed to be the poorest. Now that all i have is a part time job it seems that I have more saved up then ever before.

What changed was the reality that my current opportunities are not infinite, they change just like we do. With that in mind why not take full advantage of a job and instead of just spending everything save what we can. An example of saving and I never imagined that I would ever say these words, choosing to shop at ROSS, TJ Maxx and consignment stores rather than Hugo Boss, Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth Avenue, etc.. Don't get me wrong I will always appreciate fine clothing but I finally understand that the clothes do not make the man.

For me the fine expensive clothing was a way to make up for what I felt that I was lacking physically, monetarily, etc..

We all say that if only there was a way to go back in time, we would change some or everything we think was a mistake. Unfortunately we have to live with our choices, my advice to everyone is to reflect on what you want from life and find a balance between your passion as well as your health. Please don't float through life waiting for something good, go and find it. Also, don't ignore when your body is telling you to stop or slow down. Do something about it now because the older we become the harder it will be to change our habits. Stress and anxiety don't kill we ourselves do it steadly by not choosing to listen when there is something wrong.

Boys just want to have Fun

2011-02-18T02:30:00.001-07:00

Tonight I joined my brother Guitar Hero for Hire for a night out. I decided not to make plans and just go wherever whenever. We watched "Jersey Shore" and watched as Ronny continued with his girlfriend issues, drank some Leffe and some Hangar One Lime. We left and headed to Croc's, it was dead my Bro headed to the can and after we headed to some other bar don't remember because it was dead as well. Throughout the night we got to talking about some of the funny things had happened so far. One of those being having some guy at Brooks bothering me alot, the guy stays too long and basically comes off as he's trying to win my approval--weird. Anyway, we made it to Croc's and ordered some Gin & Tonics chilled out and kept on our way. Next we went to "The Tavern" where we enjoyed some Long Island Ice Tea's, it would have been a good night except Guitar Hero For Hire beat me at Foosball. It's ok though, most of it was luck. Later we walked over to the Gin Lounge and we ate some Popcorn. Apparently according to Guitar Hero For Hire two guys in his group spend 80% of the time out checking themselves out. Funniest thing is they stand somewhere spread out their arms and check their clothes, to make sure they are still fresh. I told him next time that happens to approach some girls and tell them that these two guys are studying to become mimes, see what that does for them. We walked over to Lavish where we met Sifu and the Tequila flowed. Guitar Hero for Hire did not finish his shots so I had to pick up his slack. I finally got a chance to catch up with Sifu and will meet up with him later next week. I shared some of my crazy stories with Guitar Hero for Hire and after several drinks we headed out. I needed to take a leak so I went in an alley, Guitar Hero for Hire went further away from me and to our surprise just as I had buttoned up two Security Guards popped up from no where and saw Guitar Hero For Hire mid stream. I casually zipped up and so did Guitar Hero for Hire, thankfully the Security guards did not send us to Detox. Later Guitar Hero and I headed to Chubby's for some Chili cheese fries, I don't remember the ride but do remember the chili cheese fries. Thanks Guitar Hero For Hire I had a blast, the Tequila did me in. Thankfully we didn't end up in Detox.

Breaking Scientific News: Men don't have tear ducts--only the Nice guys do

2011-02-13T00:26:00.004-07:00

For me it began in Middle School, when most guys were dating and experimeting with the opposite sex I became the shoulder to cry on. Yes I was popular with the girls but not for the reasons which I wanted. My status was evident in their Yearbook entries, most of the entries read, "You're such a great person, don't ever change". Yes, it felt good knowing that all of these girls adored me but it was crippling my chances of learning how to play the game. My education came solely from listening to these girls complain about how their boyfriends were cheating or taking advantage of them. And so it happened that because I myself was attracted to these girls I corrolated the behavior of these duech bags as the way I needed to be. Unfortunately I lacked confidence and could not pull such a thing off. The only advantage that I developed during this time was learning to be a good listener.

Being a nice guy impared my skills so much that when I wanted to meet the girls I liked I came off as weird. Most devastating were the times that out of nervousness I would shoot myself in the foot. An example was when leaving a message for a very attractive sorority girl in college I pretended that I was leaving a pizza delivery order on her machine. Desperation makes any man do stupid things. At the time this sorority girl's initial interest in me was so valuable to me that I became clingy.

When the nice guy can't overcome the obstacles to connect with the woman he likes it is best to switch to sensetive caring mode. Aside from the Sorority girl in College the next most attractive girl I met was a German nanny. Her German accent gave my ears orgasms everytime she would say my name, and let's not forget her gymnast physique. Again my attempts to build on the attraction became ackward and just like a slow motion camera I saw her attraction dwindle. Out of survival I switched to sensetive caring mode and lost her attraction.

It's not easy taking criticism when it relates to a physical quality you can do nothing about. Only nice guys have tear ducts. Most of the tears were due to the desperation that there was absolutely nothing I could do about my body. In High school I met a very attractive girl who played on the Volleyball team. I realized she had an interest when I saw her and her girlfriends checking me out on the soccer field one day. With the help of a close friend I got her number and late one night I got the confidence to call her. The discussion was not memorable and again my lack of social awareness made the conversation close to the end ackward. Eventually I discovered that even before I had a chance she had told my close friend that my voice was as bad as clawing a chalkboard. It's hard not taking that type of criticism to heart.

When I joined the Social Artists of Denver I accepted who I am and what I look like. Just like a world class athlete I trained myself by putting myself in situations where people would judge me, and harshly. Eventually I was walking into sets of 10 or more girls and finding pleasure in defunking their stereotypes about me. Yes I looked like a nice guy but I quickly made it clear that I was there to play.

So learn from my experience boys, don't be afraid to want something and don't let the nice guy kill your momentum. There are alot of things that you can not change about who you are, and you are the only one that can choose what to improve. Women think they know what they want, our job as men is to prove them wrong.

Conquering Denver's Ultra HB's

2011-01-29T02:21:00.000-07:00

It was by accident that I discovered this advantage. How does any Pickup Artist or regular guy score the hottest chicks? Let me be more clear by hottest, I mean the models, go go dancers, and overall Ultra HB's.

Working at Brooks Tower I soon realized that the parties were coming to me. These were the people that ran the bars, clubs, and had access to any party downtown. I indulged in some of the invitations and was amazed at the different world that I was exposed to. Imagine walking into any club or bar on a weekend night when there was a long line. Or getting comped drinks as often as I wanted, that was the type of hospitality I was being offered.

The experience was a far cry from the time when I first began frequenting the clubs and bars on my own. Imagine me a fresh 21 year old kid trying to figure out what the nightlife was all about. Back then all I could do was stand by the bar and just enjoy the scene. It was an impossibility to even think of talking to any of the hot girls. In fact I made so many mistakes during my pre-Pickup Artist days that I still laugh at the memories. Exactly what was I thinking the many times that I would reach out and try to grab the hand of a HB10? As if that would get a positive reaction. Or going onto the dance floor and trying to either talk or rub up on the girls. I was a lost man during that time trying in vain to get an HB10 to even acknowledge me.

Eventually I discovered how any man can overcome the obstacles of first impression and more. Here's my advice, if you want that Go-Go dancer get involved with her dance group or the establishment. Doing so will give you the opportunity to build better rapport with her. The advantage is you don't have to be one of the 60 guys that has tried to hit on her during the night while she's working. If you want the Ultra HB get to know the establishment including Bouncers, Promoters, Bartenders, etc.. because having that social credibility will open the door to getting to know her beyond one of the guys trying to hit on her when her Bitch shield is up.

It's always amazed me how some people out of being in the right place at the right time will benefit from experiences most people would never get. A perfect example was a Maintenance guy who ended up hooking up with an HB9. It was one of those situations where the girl was lonely and his invitation to grab a drink turned into a lay. Another was a Parking Attendant reaching 2nd base with an HB9 solely because he was nice to her and she was lonely. As for yours truly several years ago when I was an overnight Front Desk Attendant, having several occasions of HB's invite me up for wink wink drinks. The advantage is finding the opportunity to meet these girls outside of their jobs. That is when you'll have the best chance to show them what you got.

Coming out of the Closet--thanks to Hugo Boss

2011-01-29T01:36:00.001-07:00

Let's be clear that the only thing coming out of the closet are those old, and out of date clothes. During my time as a Salesman for Hugo Boss Denver I learned that a person has the ability to develop his own style without 1)spending alot of money and 2)maintaining their own comfort level.

A while back a good friend of mine asked me to help him with his wardrobe. It wasn't that he didn't know what to wear it was that he did not know how to make the jump from old khakis and faded polos to standout and sharp. It always amazed me that whenever I would meet him to hang out or go sarging he would show up in the most ackward clothes. Imagine standing in line at a posh club and having a friend with you who's wearing old tennis shoes, and faded clothes.

Don't get me wrong and think that I'm putting down every guy that is barely getting by and can't afford nice clothes. The reality is that there are expectations, if you want to meet an HB10 that goes out all of the time then you must understand that there is a level of sophistication that comes with the territory. And maybe extreme changes are not reasonable for you, well let's start with small things. For example, if new clothes are out of the picture focus on what is available to you. That may mean keeping your existing wardrobe clean and presentable, or getting a haircut, or shining your shoes. Whatever gets you in the frame of mind that you are going out looking your best, because when you feel at your best there is nothing you can't accomplish.

There was a time when even yours truly went through a grungy stage. But as all things I learned from it and benefited. So do yourself a favor if you're looking for something more beneficial in your life make the changes to help get you there.

Don't be that guy that goes into a club smelling of B.O. or amazingly has to use a toothpick to tape together his glasses that are falling apart. The only thing you benefit is being laughed at. As an ugly duckling myself that became a pretty boy there is no better feeling than walking into a club and having the room check you out.

How Aveda saved my Life

2011-01-29T01:07:00.000-07:00

Surprisingly there is alot to be said about taking a trip to the Spa. You must understand that the initial thought of doing something like this was as appealing as going to Sunday Mass at 6:00AM. Regardless when I took the plunge and I set up my appointment for a Massage, Haircut, and a Facial I was going with an open mind. So what drove me to do such a thing?

It began with the turtlenecks that I wore on a daily basis to hide the invasion of pimples that developed under my chin. To this day I still cringe at the thought of seeing all of them. Eventually I became desperate and could not handle living a half life, the turtlenecks and the isolation was enough to seek help. Before I walked into the Spa I wondered if it really was worth it and if I belonged there. After all the Spa is the woman's sanctuary. You can call it fortune or luck but I will never forget how that one trip changed my pimple ridden face and my over all health.

My advice to all of those guys out there who are fed up or out of desperation need help dealing with pimples is to go see a specialist. Try a facial at a spa, or see a dermatologist because life is too short to miss out on the opportunities.

The real incentive is the fact that at any spa there is always an overwhelming amount of women. So for all of you aspiring Pickup Artist it is the perfect place to meet the Sorostitute of your dreams.

The King of the One Liners

2011-01-23T03:11:00.000-07:00

Recently I shared some advice with my brother Guitar Hero for Hire (GHFH), it related to Opening sets. It always amazed me that almost all guys who began the journey into becoming pickup artists struggled with one thing--Opening sets. My talent was that I didn't care about the outcome and basically dived in head first. That's what made me good and gave me my social fame. Especially when there were large sets I would get a kick out of walking right into the group of people and going directly for my prize HB8-10.

But gentlemen, opening sets is simply the tip of the iceberg. The real meat of the challenge is in the interaction with the girl when you meet to hang out. It's sad but the reality is that some Social Artists/Pickup Artists can't progress from the opening. As is the case with a still active Pickup Artist who I had the pleasure of meeting in 2006. I was shocked when GHFH told me that this Pickup Artist (MBX) was still out there and from the sound of it was still as struggling. My fault was that I struggled in developing trust, yes I could open but could not go further.

Thus, it should not be enough to open sets. There must be a progression into future meetups with the girl and developing relationships to one's desire. Only then can a Pickup Artist say that he is good at his trade. Simply opening is not enough to build the talents needed to reach your goal. For anyone can blindly go about asking, "Who lies more, men or women" and crown themselves King of the One Liners. But rather why not push yourself further to become the King of Lays or the King of one woman's heart.

She sneezed in my direction, does that mean she likes me?

2011-01-23T02:20:00.000-07:00

There was a time in my life when I had alot of girlfriends. In fact I had a different one most other days. During pre-adolescence it was so easy to have a partner, and I'll always remember sharing my lunch with my girlfriend in the playground or holding hands. Soon with the arrival of social status and both boys and girls developing physically the field of dating became something different.

The playing field and advantage soon went to those that were taller, more muscular, and whose parents had the bigger houses and nicer cars. Unfortunately for me my love life suffered because I did not have those things. Another factor was my unfortunate status with most girls as a "nice guy". All there was to do was watch as the douche bags were parading all of the hot girls. Middle school and High school were basically the same for me, I was a "nice guy" and eventually fell into infatuation with one girl.

From time to time there was always a guy who did not have all of the luxuries but had social talents. They were the one's that made me wonder why I could not have what they did especially when they were at my own playing field. Social talents transcended physical, and financial limitations, and I could not understand why it was so hard for me to learn that. The hardest thing for a guy in Middle School or High School is to approach a woman and get rejected. We all know that soon the news spreads and that rejection becomes like a scarlet letter. The thought of that kept me from asking many girls out, for why should I suffer rejection and go for the next four years reminded of it by my peers.

This may have been the same fear many guys had and thus why the pussyfooting was created. Pussyfooting in terms of figuring out whether a girl likes you enough not to reject you if you should ask her out. So began the speculation that any and every small gesture that a girl made meant something. Guys would spend hours wondering if her sneeze in their direction meant that she liked him. And of course the place an X in this box if you want to go out with me. But gentlemen the Kings were the guys who whether or not had advantages had the confidence to plow through rejections and maintain a strong frame. These guys were the unsung heroes of Middle school and High school.

My advice is to quit the Pussyfooting and go for it. Because if you can't be honest with what you want then you deserve to sit in the back wasting your time wondering if she likes you or not. Even if you get rejected at least you'll be respected enough for having the balls to go up to that HB10. But of course like all things know your limitations. Don't ask the Head cheerleader out if you know she's dating the Quarterback.

Build it and they will come, enforce it and they will leave

2011-01-23T00:23:00.000-07:00

Throughout my life my biggest fear has been being alone. This fear stiffled my growth as a person in most areas of my life. Unfortunately I was one of those kids that would give too much of myself in order to keep friends. Often times these friendships became toxic as they exposed me to many dangerous and somewhat illegal things. Regardless these relationships gave me the ability to grow and learn.

Learning to read people and understanding to some level why they behave as they do. Most importantly doing away with one's own naive expectations will do wonders for your life.

A woman and even a man will say that they can change a person. They will build an image in their mind of that person and in their own naive brain believe that every action the person makes is leading them to that ideal image. This was an activity I performed alot when I was a child, believing in my mind that these toxic friends would someday change into the image that I saw in my mind. It proved to be a waste of time, one lesson that I learned was that if a person themselves chooses not to change there is no reason to believe they will.

That lesson became reality when I became a Manager for Brooks Tower. It was the first time that I was in a leadership role, there would be twelve employees working for me. My dream came true I would finally have the ability to create an Operation based on my own expectations. In the beginning it was a challenge that I did not anticipate, some of those that were employed decided to leave and their replacements proved to be less than supportive.

At that point I realized that I was back in my adolescence, making exceptions for people that did not deserve them in order to keep my Operation running. One of the worst excuses was having a subordinate tell me that the reason why she could not help me in covering extra hours was because she was babysitting her grandmother's dog. What a slap in the face, and of course because I needed her I had to bite my tongue and make due. For the first 3 months of my Managerial position I was afraid that any enforcement on my part would lead to people leaving. Therefore I had the chore of build false trust in people.

Eventually I realized that there truly was nothing stopping me from finding better people and building something good. Yes it took time and alot of sweat and sacrifice but the result of my work created happy employees, grateful residents, a supportive staff. I learned that a person's own realistic expectations and happiness should never be put aside to please others.

Men are always so afraid to loose a good thing that they will suffocate a woman in hopes of not loosing her. Just like I have done in the course of my life we assume that if we spend every waking moment trying to please someone it will guarantee perpetual bliss. In fact this will only lead to disaster and a broken heart. So therefore don't take a woman's initial interest as an invitation to pour yourself out for her. Give in moderation and make sure that she deserves your attention.

If there is one thing that I learned from being a Pickup Artist it was that there must be a mutual respect in order for something good to come from a relationship. If the other person thinks of themselves more highly and they refuse to see you as an equal then there is no reason to continue forward. No matter how hot a woman is a smart man will never let her become his purpose in life.

To have Social talents is not only for picking up Women

2011-01-22T04:16:00.000-07:00

Walking into his office and staring into his face I saw a man who was semi interested. And when his raised hand made brushing movements directed to the person introducing me, I realized that this man was a douche. Regardless if sarging taught me anything it was that this was a shit test. I maintained my frame, raised my voice, exited from my AFC mode and directed my voice at him. I explained that my experience during my previous tour of duty gave me a clearer insight into the types of projects that his group was involved in. So while he continued to fuss with the papers on his desk and give me vague replies we finally left not having made any headway. The total interaction took five minutes.

The interaction left the same sour taste that i had experienced during my Sarging days when approaching HB10's. I had always known that any person having a higher value whether that is in physical, or achievements, or in education behaves in a manner expressed in I'm better so anyone below my status doesn't deserve my attention.

As a pickup artist we learn to transcend limitations. Our epiphany is discovering that the world doesn't limit us it is ourselves.

So the question to myself was, how would I a simple college student trump an Engineering Department Manager? The answer was social validation. Eventhough he would not give me the time of day, I would use my ties to other employees in that office to create a buzz. This way my second visit would no doubt either be received by a more open conversation or a complete rejection. Either way acceptance or refusal is far better than anything in between.

Therefore it is my belief that social talents are not strictly for use in the Clubs, and Bars. There will always be room in any trade requiring social interactions for those who are talented enough to recognize the social landscape.

The New Social Artist

2011-01-11T17:12:00.008-07:00

As the older brother it has always been my duty to pass along all of my knowledge and skills to my younger brother. I would be lying if I said that I shared my experience going from an AFC to a confident social being with my brother. Between working at the BOSS and Brooks I rarely had time to check in on him. I failed him by not being there for him when he faced the same challenges that I was learning to conquer. It wasn't that I didn't care, it was that I was selfish and quite simply out to do my thing.

Eventually after spending time with him on several occasions and coming upon several beautiful ladies I would catch myself watching my brother's reactions. I thought to myself, alright is he going to stare and ogle like most guys or do something. Part of it for him was the lack of comfort of being around me knowing that like all things I was going to judge him. Judge him I did. I remember thinking to myself that at his age let's say 19 I was a master of seduction on the AOL chat rooms.

At 19 years of age I became an artist, but my talent did not come from true inspiration. It came from the flaming desire to bone whatever female I could find. That's what made me a master of seduction on AOL, I knew exactly what to say and what to look for in a woman. I could get a date with a girl in 10 minutes. I blew through the attraction phase and straight into building comfort. That was the hook, it was always getting the women to tell me about themselves and feeling at ease. Once that was done it was time for the meet. Placing pride aside, the most memorable date was a girl I met from Greeley who drove down to Denver to hang out. Like most girls she was simple but pretty, but at my age substance was the last thing on my mind. Eventually after the movie we headed back to her car and made out. Things would have gone further if not for the security guard that kicked us out of the garage for idling for too long. Like all my dates I told her I wasn't looking for anything beyond the date. Thinking about it now I was a DICK.

Eventually meeting girls on AOL lost its appeal and I pursued something more meaningful=Soccer. That is a different story.

So the day came when I sat my brother down and told him all about "The Game". Beautiful women are not as they seem. The worst thing you could do is fall in love with a woman especially one that does not reciprocate. At that moment all of the wisdom pent up in my head came out: Do not buy her anything, do not take her out to dinners, do not shower her with flowers or jewelry. Save all of that stuff for a woman that has been with you and deserves those things. Don't be a fool like most guys and fall in lust and think that by buying a woman everything she wants it will lead to getting into her pants or her heart.

Unfortunately I've been an owner of a broken heart. My story was that the girl was too young to understand the consequences of leading a naive boy on. Things would have turned out better if she would have told me that all she wanted was my dick and that's it. I probably would have gone with it and left it at that. It took me years to get over her and more years to learn all about those hidden signals that she gave me. Damn those hidden signals, if i was smarter I would have survived.

Men are right only after battles do you learn to think for yourself. I still can't help but feel sorry for all of those poor bastards who are fixated on women who don't reciprocate back. Especially those who hold hope in their hearts that maybe all of their attention and wasted energy will make the woman magically fall in love with them. Basically if a woman that you're interested in does not return calls, texts, emails, after several days it's over. Don't waste your time, if a person is interested that's a different story. So what happens when the woman of your dreams is not reciprocating, well gentlemen that's where the Social Artists comes into play.

After sharing my stories with my brother and watching him sitting there patiently listening to me it was a surprise when he told me that he already knew all about the game and in fact he was a part of the Denver Lair. Wow what a surprise, my brother a Pick Up Artist.

So the "Guitar Hero for Hire" would carry on the work I had begun. So onto the New Social Artist goes my knowledge, and now with him the stories must continue....

The Pampered Man?

2011-01-09T04:39:00.004-07:00

Five years have passed since my first post and after reading all of my adventures I wonder if I'm still the same person. My life is different now, things are no longer as they seem. Now responsibility and stability are the closest things to my mind.

So after five years of chasing dreams and taking chances what has come of me. It took one big change in my life and a big sacrifice on my part to get me here. No longer is my life filled with the friendships I had, no longer are Taggart, Sifu, Tadpole and Cash in reach, the lifestyle that I had been chasing seems to have been put to bed.

It has been said that behind a strong man is a good woman. For most of my life I have searched for a good woman, and I can finally say that I have found her. I did not find her in a bar, or a club, or in any of those places where I was looking. I found her in the last place I would expect and if you only knew how hard the choice was in that moment when I could have chosen to pass on the opportunity. It was on a sunny Sunday in July 3 years ago when we had our first date. I did not know what to expect and the experience was so foreign to me because after all of the attempts to pick up women I still lacked the ability to be open about who I am. I remember part of our date while sitting on a bench, listening to her I had a complete blank. I did not know what to talk about, nothing was coming to mind, all of the Pickup talents I had were useless because I was living in that moment. I did not need to dress myself up in all of the ambition I had and of all of the luxurious things I wanted in the future. I just needed to be myself, being a man who had very little but wanted so much more.

I fell in love with her at a Panda Express. While sitting in front of her eating my Orange Chicken I could not take my eyes off of her. Her beauty radiated and it was mesmering to me. I knew then that this woman in front of me was special and I chose to not let her get away.

The 1st year of our relationship was difficult for me because I was in doubt of what I wanted. It was hard to come to the realization of settling down, of not pursuing any other people. I remember when we finally talked about where the relationship would go, I had a choice and I realized that what I saw in her I could not find anywhere else.

Stress, anxiety, lost energy, and lack of sleep were the partners I had found. The road I was on that would lead me to the things I wanted most. The dreams of being wealthy, of having nice things, of traveling to exotic places were only dreams. Now I needed to do the work to earn them.

It's amazingly wonderful living in a dream, closing your eyes and imaginging all of the things you want. Imagining the Condo in New York, flying in a private jet, being loved and admired were so easy to find in my mind. But sooner or later I realized that dreams do not pay the bills, and dreams become stale if no action preceeds them.

So here I am after several years of hard work, anxiety, and sleepless nights. What have I achieved? I'm finally five semesters from graduating with a B.S. in Civil Enigneering. That goal has been a journey in the same scope as "The Oddysey" by Homer. I have been on that path for so long, and struggled so much. It is what I was meant to do. I have the opportunity to be hired after graduation and truly go onto my chosen field.

There is so much more of the story to tell, so much more to be proud of. Finally my story continues no longer as a Pickup Artist but merely of myself.

The Same Ole' Story

2009-09-21T20:37:00.002-06:00

A few years have passed and it seems a waste not to continue my story. The Pickup Artist is retired but the love of the fine life has not.

I've met a wonderful girl, adopted a dog, and have steadily built on my knowledge of money. I ask patience as more of my story will come but not without first enjoying a nice bowl of Chicken Pho Soup.

Thanks for reading, we'll catch up soon.

The End of Gucci?

2007-04-22T21:17:00.001-06:00

I will no longer add any posts on this Blog.

This is the end of this story and the final post?

Prodigal Son

2007-04-22T19:56:00.000-06:00

I'll always remember the bright sunny days. The greatest thing that I have felt is the warm sun on my skin.

It's so surprising to me how a person can try to change so many things about himself and yet there are some qualities about him that will always define him. When I met Zach, Glenn, Greg, and Cash I expected my character to change. I expected to become a great Pick Up Artist, to fornicate with many women, to live in excess and change myself. Funny thing is since that time I have not reached any of those goals.

The only thing I have done during that time is neglected my spiritual growth. My spirituality and love of God is where I have always found comfort, peace, strength, and my purpose in life.

So it came that when I had to confess all of the negligences that I had commited during the past year I had to make a choice. The choice was, continue pursuing the pleasures of the world or walk with the Lord.

And so I choose to live a spiritual life. With that choice I choose to live a life without Strip Clubs, pornography, drinking liquor to the point of intoxication, fornication with random women, and manipulating women.

The truth is the great joy and confidence which you all have criticized me for lacking has not been for the pursuits of the world.

Let my life be a testament to proclaiming your greatness my Lord.

The Blonde in the Red Dress

2007-02-21T22:49:00.000-07:00

Last night I decided to do alittle socializing for Fat Tuesday-Mardi Gras.

But before heading downtown I watched the movie "Crash." Alot of people have recommended the movie and I finally decided to see it. I was really moved by the plot and I was reminded of how blessed I am. Great movie but not as good as "The Protector" now that's a good movie though the beginning is kind of boring.

So after watching "Crash" I headed Downtown to mingle with the people at Brooks. I used the party to get my name out there and get to know the people who live in the building alittle better. Needless to say I was surprised at how much dirt I got from all of the people I spoke with about other certain people in the building. There was even time to trade some hillarious stories like the Fat Naked Hairy Man running in one of the hallways.

Now eventhough alot of the crowd was over 40 it was still enjoyable to hear about their professions and their life experiences, like having spouses who fought in WWII or fleeing the former Yugoslavia when the Civil War began.

Afterwards I headed to Lyme to meet Cash and Zach who were celebrating Zach's supervisor's birthday. I was considering drinking that night but decided not to. I really wasn't going to get wasted and then try and make it to work at 6AM the next day, worst times ever.

Cashie caught me up on the gossip while Zach told me about his misadventures up in the slopes that day. While we were talking I noticed a very attractive blonde standing up to put on her coat. She was tall, slender, classy, arrogant, and proud. I was very smitten by her and I couldn't help but admire the sight of her.

Of course I wasn't the only one checking her out, at least half of the bar was checking her out. What was funny was the fact that I knew that none of those guys had the balls to go up to her and talk to her. Yes, I am known for taking up the most challenging situations and going in to talk to a bombshell anywhere and anytime.

The approach really doesn't affect me much because I don't really have qualms about getting up and performing in front of people. The thought of going over to that blonde and introducing myself was on my mind and I was on the edge of my seat. She is the type of girl I want to marry. I did not go over and talk to her but what happened was that it reignited my desire for the conquest. To once again go up to the hottest girl in the room and charm her like I used too. It never dawned to me that what really excited me about going out a long time ago was the adventure of talking to the hottest girl at the bar or club. The one that every other guy except for the Alpha males would be scared too even look in her direction. I wanted to go over to talk to her more than I can even describe.

I made a promise to Cash that I would go out with the boys this weekend to socialize. I'm excited to go out there again and mix things up.

Best line ever:

You're not going to get too horny if you stand next to me are you?

My Children

2007-02-19T21:53:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday was the first time I had gone back to Church with my family in seven months. I truly needed this and I'm glad that I made the effort to go.

That day I also went for a run, thank God. I felt heavy though which is not normal for me because I love to run. Regardless, I figured my muscles are probably getting used to running again. I loved the run and I always feel free whenever I'm out on the road. For me everything melts away when I'm running, all of the hassles, troubles, and worries seem to disappear as only the path in front of me is important.

I was amazed at how many children there were at Mass that Sunday. I had forgotten how promising the future can be, after all one day i will have children of my own. I truly believe that will be the greatest gift I can give my parents, sometimes I laugh at the thought of my children running around my parents house asking my mother and father for candy or money.

I'm a very blessed person to have parents who have been married for 26 years. And I truly love them eventhough sometimes I can be selfish and closed off from them.

Regarless, after Church my parents and I drove to one of my aunt's for lunch. It had been at least a year since I had visited my aunt's family, and I was shocked to see how big some of my younger cousins had grown. I was happy to see that some of my other cousins that were my age already had young children.

I spent alot of time catching up with all of my family and of course sharing some of my adventures from the year past. That time spent also made me realize why my ambition to be a World Renowned Architect and Entrepeneur is so important. I'm also sad to think that out of all of my cousins I'm the only one who has ever gone to college. Which is why I feel that the promise of my success is so much more important for the many other people in my family. At least they can never say that it is impossible to go to school, earn a degree and have financial wealth.

I think that really sets me apart from alot of my friends. And it also makes it harder for me because as much as I would like to be passive in my approach to my goals I know that I can't fail my family. Someday I will be the man that they will all look up to because I will set the bar for every person coming from my family.

Yes I have big goals to attain and so far what I have achieved has not been matched by anyone else, and I still have so much more to go. I love my family and I'm blessed to have so many people to support me, so as i say why not dream big.

Returning to Joy

2007-02-15T15:34:00.000-07:00

For the last two years I have been missing something, and I've tried to fill it with a great many things.

Ten years ago I could remember being full of joy and love. But ever since that time I have allowed the worries of life to tie me down. If you have ever asked me which animal I identify with the most I would answer the Horse. It is the one animal that I admire and hold deep in my heart. I greatly admire its ability to be free and independent.

Ten years ago I had found the Lord and that was the reason why I choose to follow the path of religion. Ten years ago I would have gladly given up everything to serve God. Whether it would be family, money, freedom, life, friends, or ambition I was ready to trade it all to Serve the community.

But although my desire was true it was not meant to be my calling in life. It was a statement inside that led me to the path of having a family. I'm known to be a romantic and I await the day when I can share my love and life with a woman who will love me for who I am.

Since the last two years I have been away from God exploring the things which I would have once stayed away from, the Strip Clubs, drugs, heavy drinking, debauchery, and a lack of communion. This was my time to grow, to see the worst that the world could offer and realize that even in the multitude of all of those things I could never find happiness and peace.

And although I have enjoyed the many late nights at clubs, bars, Strip Clubs, and After Hours parties I have never truly found any peace. This is the third time that I have stated this and I will state it again, I'm through with the party scene.

Over the last month many people have told me that there is something different about me, I don't emit the same energy that I once used to. The funny thing is that I don't feel any difference in who i am. My theory is that I've grown up and ready to pursue other things like a great career.

And in doing so I have to focus on my goals in life. I'm 28 years old right now I will not be in the same state ten years later I promise you that. If I will ever be the man that I see myself as I must now focus on my dreams.

In ten years I will have:

A successful Engineering/Architecture firm
A home in New York City
A beautiful wife and two children
An abundance of investments in Stocks, Bonds, Foreign Investments, and an increasing Roth IRA
A Red Ferrari
A closet full of Hugo Boss suits, Giorgio Armani shirts, Dolce & Gabbana shirts, Etro suits, Gucci shoes, Just Cavalli shirts, Versace coats and freshly pressed Ralph Lauren polos
A strong knowledge of both written and spoken Spanish, Italian, Japanese, French, German, Portuguese, Arabic, and English
A personal driver
A large office overlooking a busy city view
A Muscular and Slender physique

It is one thing to say these things and a different thing to do them. I'm bored with the way my life has been going lately, I'm ready to pursue the real challenges in life. And who can say what I can or can't achieve?

Quitting the Boss

2007-02-07T22:04:00.000-07:00

Today was the day I resigned from the Boss.

It was not easy coming to this decision. Stay at Brooks or keep the Boss, it was debated for at least a month. Finally, one day I realized that what I want most in life neither job will ever offer me.

What I want is to be an Engineer, my dream is to design building, bridges and roads. My ambition and desire is to own my own Construction Firm. Only by having that will I be happy.

And how can I achieve that? Only by going back to school. At this time in my life Brooks is the best choice for me. It's closer to my home and also closer to campus. The hours are fantastic and the job is not very stressful.

Boss on the other hand would be random hours and no consistent days off. It is farther from my home and campus and I would have to always be on the ball.

Of course working at the Boss would mean more money. But it will not be the best for studying.

I remember talking to Zach about the want of money. I had stated to him that money was my passion, I wanted to make alot of money and have alot of money. This was why I kept two jobs, the love of money. Yet with as much money as I was making I was not smart enough to save it.

Well, kudos to Zach for telling me that the hunger for money is not everything in life. This helped me realize that without a degree in Engineering I would have to work two jobs all of my life to live my posh lifestyle. Which would mean no friends, no family, and no leisure time. Frankly I got to the point where I finally understood that money is not the most important thing in life. And I would gladly trade my two jobs now for one great career.

I can't express my gratitute to the GM at the Boss. Truly one of the few supervisors that's not two faced. I can honestly say that I respect him and admire him for his wisdom. Yes, he made his effort to keep me on and requested that I think about my decision for a few days. But he already knew what my answer would be.

This left me with the curiousity of whether the Supervisor at Brooks would be this curteous with me if I told him that I was going to take a job elsewhere. The whole event made me think of King Solomon's judgement over the two women fighting over what they claimed was their true son. In the end King Solomon's judgement was to cut the child in half, a halve would be given to both women. Of course the true mother gave up the child rather than see it killed. I wonder if this too is like that story, for which of my two bosses would rather see me happy rather than be bitter and hateful if I resigned.

Regardless, I have until Saturday to give my final decision to the Boss at the Boss. If I leave it will be the first time I have left a job where I have truly enjoyed my time. To my friends there and the management and all of the great clients I have ever had. Thank you for the good times, it may be over?

I am grateful to God because I had two great jobs to choose from. Nevertheless this will be the sacrifice I will make to achieve even greater things in the future.

Michaelangelo

First Post of the Rest of My Life

2007-02-04T23:10:00.000-07:00

First,

Forgive me for the long absence, and thank your for the interest in my adventures.

As many of you know lately I've been more focused on working than actually living. But there are stories, believe me and pictures and videos as well.

But for now I'll leave you with this. The gay guy I was hanging out was getting too needy so I told him to back off, if you needed to know I don't like the cock, seriously.

The boys and I headed to Phoenix last weekend to drink and party. I skipped work because frankly I needed the time off. And it was great except for a few misadventures, wink wink Cash having an accident on the plane and Glennifer not bringing dress shoes.

Phoenix was cool, the clubs were bountiful and the women bounciful.

More to come, patience. And I've started an account on Fling.com where I'm already being propositioned for naughty deeds by the ladies.

Money vs. Health

2007-01-14T00:29:00.000-07:00

I'm done, I have reached the point where I can't continue onward.

I'm beginning to feel the physical strains of having two jobs. This has been the reason why I have not been hanging out with my friends as often or even going out.

I don't sleep well anymore, I'm loosing my hair, and I'm beginning to feel a heavyness on my chest. I will not allow this to ruin my future.

I love this life, having money to spend on high quality skin care products, food, and anything I want.

But is it really worth all of the anxiety and strain I'm placing on my body.

But which of the two jobs should I take: Hugo Boss, or Brooks Tower?

The decision, I have left it to the hands of God.

I wish anyone of my two bosses would acknowledge my efforts to maintain the standards which they have placed for me while working two jobs. But alas I have never received that recognition. It's discouraging to think that this is one place where I will probably never be recognized.

Money vs. Experience

2006-12-20T23:09:00.000-07:00

I was offered a management position at Brooks Tower

I was also offered a full time position at Hugo Boss

Lately I have been thinking about my future. It's strange to think that last week I had a dream where I was hanging out with an old friend of mine Obe. We were both in a competition, which one of the two of us could make it to the top of the mountain first. I don't recall what happened during the race, but it's funny how that correlates with what's going on in our lives.

A few weeks ago Obe interviewed for a position with Microsoft, he got the job and will be moving away. During the same time I was offered the management position and the full time job at Hugo Boss.

I wonder what that means?

Seriously, I'm happy for Obe. And I have come to the decision that I will accept the offer to work at Hugo Boss. Up to now I have worked at a cap, not really being able to make more than the hourly wage which I have always worked at. Working at Hugo Boss has really allowed me to break that trend, this will be the first opportunity to base my compensation on my talents.

Today I ran home from Brooks Tower in the snow. It was the best time I have had in a while and i don't think alot of people understand the experience. Nevertheless, I'm proud that I made it home on my own steam.

Merry Christmas All.

The Truth

2006-11-30T23:16:00.000-07:00

So today I talked to my new friend who is gay. I have been putting off telling him that I'm straight since I met him.

But tonight I came clean and told him that I did not want to lead him on but I would love to have him as a friend. I wasn't sure how he was going to react because he had been dropping hints that he really liked me as more than a friend. I was so relieved that he was cool with it and he still wanted to hang out.

By the way this guy is really cool, truly a very mature and well traveled person. He has traveled to such places as Dubai, India, China, Argentina, L.A., New York, London, Venice, Rome, Switzerland, etc..

I have another meeting with my Financial Advisor tomorrow, my chauffer will be picking me up tomorrow morning and I can't wait to enjoy a nice cappuccino and a crisp croissant with marmalade.

Adieu

Success, Prosperity, Happiness, Health, Love, and Ambition

2006-11-27T23:05:00.000-07:00

All for me!

Yes, I admit it I’m selfish. It was a big day for me today, I met with my Financial Advisor. My most important question was how do I become wealthier? I’ve been pondering this for some time now.

Another epiphany I discovered was that I have been steadily making more money at every job I have taken. I’m very ambitious and desire a job that will pay me for my talents and skills not by the amount of hours I work. I hate my job at Brooks, can’t stand it. Regardless, I’m smart enough to wait until I find a better job. That better job is my part time job at Hugo Boss. I love that place and I realized that it has been the only place that has allowed me the opportunity to show my potential, which I have. And I will be making two and a half times more money a year than my last job which I thought at that time was good money.

And I realized that no one in my family has ever made that kind of money, I’m proud to say that I will be the first. And I plan on setting the bar high for all of those that will follow me from my family and my children. I want them to think of me as a man with a strong will and above all ambition.

I brought this up before, I have not been meeting a lot of people with great ambition. There have only been a few people that have really astonished me by their drive for a better lifestyle. For one I thank one of my friends Obe for helping me understand that seeking wealth is not impossible.

I recall an old acquaintance of mine who pressured me into believing that I could not do any better than my current lifestyle. Needless to say I told him to keep his opinions to himself and not be so quick to form stupid perceptions especially about who I am.

What I want and who I am is better than this. Someday I will be a strong, confident, assertive, wise, happy man who will be respected and admired by everyone.

A realization that I found is that I’m beginning to grow tired of the nightlife, I’m so fed up and sick of going to those places. I no longer find any enjoyment there like I used to. Especially when I could use the time for more productive things.

Thus, I’m happy to have the wisdom to understand these things. Thanks to that I know that in the future I will have a big condo in NY, own a Ferrari, own my own Engineering Firm, have my children in Private Schools, and give my wife everything she wants.

Number Closed at the Boss Pt. 2

2006-11-26T21:01:00.000-07:00

Never been to Argentina? We'll we should go sometime.

Another gay man gave me his telephone number at Hugo Boss. But, on a side note I got a huge compliment from a really cute blonde girl at the store.

Today, I was number 1 in sales. The biggest accomplishment for me was not the money, but seeing customers return to the store and shop with me exclusively. Two of my prospective clients came to the store and left a great impression on me, one bought a new suit and the other bought a great winter coat. Mind you one of them is an Avalanche player, great accomplishment on my part being able to say that he is one of my clients.

It seems that often times as a salesman the prospect of making a big sale is more important than actually building a relationship with the customer. I would trade one big sale from one customer for a client who returns many times over the course of the month even if it is to buy a shirt or two. I made some new clients today just by being friendly and not pressuring the sale.

The cute blonde who made a purchase with me gave me a great compliment, although I mentioned that I have not been in the retail business long she complimented my growth and talent. I think I blushed from the compliment and the flirting we were doing.

It's funny how well I can connect with people by just being pleasant and interesting. As soon as the blonde girl walked in the store I busted her the small bags she was carrying. "Not even shopping, what a dissapointment," I told her. She of course got the sarcasm and fired right back at me.

Ever since I started working at the store I have trying to develop my own style, and I think I found it. One, I never approach the customer and start selling. I want to know about them where they have been today, what the weather's like, etc.. By doing this I find that people open up enough to allow me to do my job as a salesman. What can I help you find?

I can't tell all of you what a joy it is for me to work at Hugo Boss. But now that I've been consistently the number one salesman I want to broaden my outlook. My goal is to be one of the Top 25 salespeople in the nation for Hugo Boss.

So, I know you're dying to know about the gay guy who gave me his number. Well I didn't do anything different, I talked to him about traveling, the weather, etc.. He wanted to hang out with me upon his return from L.A. for some drinks.

I've decided to hang out with him, he was a cool guy. We'll see how things go, but don't get the wrong idea I have another goal for myself this week. I will ask out the cute gal who lives at Brooks, the one which I find fascinating and classy.

What just happened?

2006-11-22T23:03:00.000-07:00

It makes me wonder how things like this happen, especially when there is no motive for it.

The big sale at Hugo was over and all of us kicked ass that night. Greg, Cash, and Glenn-Glenn paid me a visit and enjoyed the many delicious adult beverages. I did not notice them until I had a few minutes to catch my breath from so many sales, I went over and they were already drunky pants. Greg was the worst one that night, I could tell he was drunk just looking into his eyes. Well they were bantering and Glenn-Glenn was indulging with both hands.

We were closing the store so I was forced to kick all three of the drunks out of the store. Of course they fought me the whole way, drunks. Nevertheless, I walked them out and promised that i was going to get Blitzed as soon as I left the store. They parted ways and I went back into the store where I began to fold all of the clothes that were left in piles, not fun at all. Everyone else was there and we had leftover booze so we drank, drank, folded clothes, and then one of the girls requested that I serenade her GnR style. How could I resist, the Newcastles which I had drank were kicking in and I had brought my Ipod. I hooked the Ipod into the Hugo Boss system and "Sweet Child O' Mine" soon began playing. I of course serenaded the group an they were loving the fact that I was blowing them away. The girls lid up and the guys were joining in. We must have sang every GnR song in my Ipod, and finally when all of the clothes were folded we sat down on the couch and kicked back for a while. I was already on my fourth Newcastle by this point.

I was feeling great, until I looked at my watch. It was already midnight, so I grabbed the phone and called Glenn-Glenn to see where they were. Glenn and the boys were at Purple Martini and beckoned me to join, that was the plan until one of the girls grabbed my head and introduced me to her private part.
(This is what I remember in my drunken state and the information I received the next day from the people who were present)
I popped a woodie and the girl encouraged the other to come sit on me, I of course kept my composure and did not allow such a vulgar thing to occur.

So, after so many drinks I was dying to join the boys and get blitzed. One of the girls insisted that I go with her, and I of course did not refuse the invitation. She handed me her Jaguar keys and we headed Downtown. I'm not going to lie to you, it was my first time driving the Jaguar XJR. Great car, it handled really well and the acceleration was good too.

So the girl who was buzzed kept insisting on going to Coyote F'Ugly, I was down for that. But first we were going to Brooks to use the bathroom. We got there and went to the bathroom, or at least I was leading her to it. I got her in and was going to wait outside but I got pulled in.

Needless to say these are details I'm not going to post.

So we came out of the bathroom and were going to head to Coyote F'Ugly. We ran into some people whom live in the building, one of them was a hippy who was carrying a big bottle of Jim Beam. We took huge gulps and the girl and I were blitzed, we partied with the people and had a good time.

The girl ended up kicking some guy in the nuts for trying to touch her, hillarious. She finally passed out and I was thinking now what do I do?

I called Zach and he was cool about letting me bring her to his place. I got some help carrying her up three flights of stairs and finally placing her on one of Zach's couches. It was so funny she was completely gone. I was tired and drunk and exhausted so I crashed too.

The next day or should I say that same day in the morning Zach's roomate's alarm clock kept ringing at 7:00AM which sucked. I woke up and the girl was still out.

Mind you this is the same girl who ealier in the month said she hated me. How the hell did I end up partying with her and much more?

It was a great night and I have to party with her again.

P.S. The girl who threw up in the elevator a few weeks ago is still asking me out. And I'm getting more IOI's from the girls at both of my jobs and I think I found a girl that really could be someone I could see myself with, more on that later.

Sorry Glennifer!!

2006-11-14T02:17:00.000-07:00

I bitched out five people today! Most importantly Zach bitched himself out, YES!

I was tired and not even considering going over to Mynt. But I once I left work I stopped by just to say hi. When I arrived Greg and Vladimir were inside enjoying some Mojitos. Zach ignored me so I hung out with Greg and Vladimir, then finally Zach acknolegded me, finally.

I had a Mango Mojito and I met the coolest guy, Jose. He was celebrating his departure from Denver to Atlanta. I must say that we must have been talking for hours, about the Symphony, Ballet, Opera and Andrea Bocelli. He was by far the most classiest and refined man I have ever met. And to top it off he was dressed to impress. We chatted and he told me all about Italy, Brazil, Chile, and other great places. Greg tried to participate in the conversation, and he did well. At the end he picked up the following words:

Papi Chulo

Papitas

Good job Greg. And so after five or maybe more Mojitos Greg gave me his phone and I bitched out Glenn, Cash, Becca, Raquel, and Zach. Zach didnt' even know I was bitching him out, at the end he even participated in his own bitch out. Yes!!

So after so many drinks, Greg and I headed over to Two Fisted Mario's for some late dinner. We played "Centipede" and enjoyed our pizza. I'm so Blitzed right now. Thank you for reading.

Glennifer I love you, fag.

Lance Burton Presents! Partying like a Rock Star at Katie's Birthday

2006-11-04T07:52:00.000-07:00

First and most importantly, Happy Birthday Katie.

What a night, I'm on three hours of sleep after last nights festivities. To begin let me just say that the weirdest thing happened to me at work yesterday or should I say on Thursday night. While working away at Brooks two guys came off the elevator and told me that someone had puked all over the elevator. And they weren't kidding, there was puke on the floor and all over a wall, how repulsive. And of course yours truly had to clean it up since Housekeeping was gone. Yes I was pissed but I will say that I looked great that day, lately I have been looking amazing. So I cleaned up the puke. The next day, Friday, the girl who puked came by and apologized for the mess and gave me her number because she thought I was cute. How odd to get a girls number after such an event.

So Friday was Katie's birthday, we were going to meet at Mynt and have some fun. All the best people showed up, Cashie, Greg, Becca, Raquel, a bunch of Katie's friends and Zach who was working that night. Katie, Raquel and I were the first ones to arrive so we chilled and talked for a while. Later on Cash, and Greg showed up and then all of Katie's friends including Becca. I must say that there were alot of girls and all very attractive. So, we got the party started by singing Happy Birthday to Katie while downing some delicious adult beverages. The mood was awesome and all of the girls were looking great. I still can't figure out why Cash had a picture of Val Kilmer on his crotch, pervert. I chatted up two of Katie's friends who as it turned out were also in the retail business, what luck I thought I can get some pointers. Of course I informed them that I was the #1 Salesman at the Boss which really impressed them. They were cool girls and they were really knowledgeable I was impressed. One of them really gave me some good advice on dealing with women as customers, she was like make sure you compliment them and are very patient. Alright, cool, so I'm looking over and Greg is chatting up two other girls who were Becca's friends. Greggy was totally into the conversation and I could tell that one of them was not really interested by her body language towards him. I bet she was like stop talking to me drunk.

So I had finished my Red Bull & Vodka when the server came by with some champagne. Poor Cashie he missed out because there were not enough glasses, I could not help but bust Cash's balls by telling him that they already cut him off after one drink, his reputation must have preceeded him. So the girls went to dance, and I was already feeling buzzed. And then it hit me, I have an 8:00 meeting at Hugo Boss in the morning. I was debating whether or not to call it an early night, but I say Fuck it I'm going to rock it out and celebrate Katies birthday. Besides, how often am I surrounded by a group of cool girls and my friends. So Cash kindly reminded me that I needed to keep my word and open the Five sets which I promised on my blog. Damnit Cash I thought.

So, I stuck to my word and Cash and I went out to find some sets. I had noticed that Greg was at the bar talking to an incredibly attractive girl. And it so happened that they were talking next to me when I went over to the bar to order a Caprahini, I believe its called. Greggy left and insisted I meet this girl which I did. I'm not going to lie that she was awesome, not only was she attractive but she volunteered for a non profit company. I had a few brain farts while I was talking to her, and I could tell that I could have number closed her. My loss. So, then I headed over to the dance floor with Miss Becca, Greg, Cash and the rest of the girls, we jammed to SexyBack.

Cashie and I then headed to Monarck to open the last remaining sets. There was a small line and the bouncer would not let me in, Cashie told me to tell him that I knew the owner Francois. I was like Cashie the bouncer has probably heard that fifty times tonight. So as it turned out I was wrong because Cash got right in, eventually I got in and met up with some people I know from Brooks. I was already feeling the Caprahini and I was having a blast, I missed going out. I didn't open any sets at Monarck so we headed over to Spill. Here I opened two sets, one of the bartenders who knows me served Cash and I some EasyStreet beers. I ran into more people I knew and then caught Cashie moving in on a set of girls. He just sat down next to them and bantered with them for a while. Eventually we went back to Mynt.

Cashie was leading the way and what was funny was that the bouncer at Mynt would not let him in. Funny I thought, so I roll up and I'm like what's up man. The bouncer is like come right in, so I look back at Cashie who's standing by the side of the street. I tell the guy by the way he's with me, the bouncer calls Cash over and Cashie is like damn Gucci you got the connections. Of course.

So inside we hang out with the girls and then I realize that its already 1:30 AM. The lights come on and we're like After Hours Party.

By the way great ups to Raquel and Becca who are amazing, I love these girls. Becca was like forgive me for missing your Bday and I was like I was dissapointed that you weren't there but you know what its cool. We really connected on alot of stuff which was awesome because she's a cool girl. Raquel is also awesome too.

At the end we talked shit about Glenn and we headed back home. i was wasted by the time Raquel dropped me off. It was 3:30Am by the time I got to bed and I was going to be up at 6:00AM. And here I am fucking tired but after a great night.

Happy Birthday Katie

Who is John Galt?

2006-11-02T23:29:00.000-07:00

Lately I can't seem to put the book "Atlas Shrugged" down. I'm fascinated by Fransisco D'Anconia's desire and confidence.

The book alone has inspired me to be uncover my potential as a person and a man. Lately I have been lazy in many of my dealings which includes meeting women, working at Hugo Boss, and improving my person.

So, as I have told many of you I have made it my goal to be the best Salesman at Hugo Boss and be one of the top sellers in the entire country. I have already shown my potential by being the No. 1 salesman at the store many times, now I must push myself to be the best in my region. So, with a remodel coming up at the end of the year I will be a full time sales associate at Hugo Boss. Therefore, I will use the time I have until then to build my clientele and improve my personal interactions with the clients.

I know in my heart that I can be the best and I will prove it. So, I choose to give myself a deadline for reaching the Top 25 in the Country. The deadline January 5, 2007.

Tonight I stopped by to indulge in a drink at Mynt, Zachary was working and we chatted a bit. Watching him work I realized how easy it is to get over the anxiety of talking to people, I recognized alot of similarities in the way he interacted with people. There was a guy sitting at the bar who introduced himself to me, he was alittle tipsy and I was courteous enough to say hello. Well during our conversation he mentioned that he was getting fed up with watching Zach interact with the fairer sex, he was just plain sick of him.

Mind you, I had watched this same guy go up to a very attractive blonde and tell her that her smile made his day. How sweet I thought, not. His comment made me remember all of the things that I had learned this year from so many sources. The golden rule was never compliment a woman, especially a very attractive one because she has probably heard the same thing many times over the course of the night.

The guy left the bar because he didn't want to be anywhere near Zach. Too bad for him, he could have learned a few things. So there I was on my own at the bar, enjoying my cranberry, vodka and pineapple drink. The drink sounds gay but it wasn't too bad. To be honest I was alittle bored of drinking Mojitos all of the time.

So Zach did his best to bring in some very cute girls by waving his arms at the passerby's outside. A group of very attractive girls came in and later another two beauties came in and sat next to me at the bar. For a second I fell back into the "What shoud I use to open them" state of mind, and to be honest I did not open them. I'm not going to say I should have but yes I had nothing to loose by opening my mouth and saying hi.

This little event made me realize that although I'm not looking for a serious girlfriend I want to meet many different girls and at least build friendships with them. So today I decided that eventhough I don't want to fall into the Game mentality of opening sets it is healthy for me to do so in order to keep myself from becoming too much of a recluse.

I have decided therefore that on the nights that I'm out at a bar or club I will open at minimum FIVE sets. I will also schedule lunches on the weekend to go out and meet women rather than not taking lunch and becoming too involved in my work.

I still can't get over how beautiful some girls can be, I'm glad I went out tonight even if it was for alittle while. It was the kick in the butt that I needed.

Drunken Bitchout for Glenn and Tapping Jared Leto

2006-11-01T00:08:00.000-07:00

First to Glennifer,

You motherfucker, asshole, China shit, I didn't open any set tonight, how many sets did you open, shit head?

Punk head, rainbow haired shit head, dick head, ass, goatee shaving monkey shit.

I love you Glenn, and I miss you. You're so far away from us here but I fucking miss you.

So tonight we tapped Jared Leto, oh wait, no we did not. Taddy and I went down to see Zachary who was working. Taddy made it clear that it would only be one drink, and after one drink and two shots later we were hammered. Damn you Taddy why don't you want to get Blitzed?

So we hung out and watched Zach do his thang, there was a really cute girl right next to me at the bar which I did not speak to. She was slender and had jet black hair, she also kept stomping her red boots on the bar trying to get Zach's attention.

So Taddy and I talked about our families and the expectations we would have for our families. We chilled and drank watching Zach work his magic. Eventually I got my tab and we headed to Two fisted Mario's where we met Raquel who is awesome by the way.

We hung out ate awesome pizza, and talked about tapping jared Leto, Yeah!

Raquel took us home and I'm alittle hammered, can't wait to do this again on Wednesday night with the boys.

Energy Theorem

2006-10-30T23:21:00.000-07:00

So, Sunday night the boys and I not only had a great philosophical discussion but we also got our fill of exotic dancers, to be polite.

Zach made an excellent point about staying positive in every aspect of life in order to draw in success. This really caught my attention because I realized that my success at Hugo Boss is due to my good attitude and friendly rapport.

Today I realized that I miss gorgeous long hair, and I'm torn whether or not to let it grow long again. So for all of you who may not remember my beautiful tresses here's a pic to remind you of the hair that started it all. That's Cashie by the way. Perfect.

Number Closed at the Boss

2006-10-21T23:21:00.000-06:00

I have to say that today I was number closed at Hugo Boss.

A guy who shops often came in today and of course asked if I could help him pick out a few things. Things were cool, the conversation was just like any other one, how's the weather, what did you do this weekend, etc.. Well in the middle of all of it I could tell there was a weird vibe about the way that he was complimenting me on my ring, etc.. So at the register he mentions that it's his birthday today and he's going to have a party. And he wants me to be there, mind you I have only met this person a few weeks ago. He pretty much asks me for my number, I was alittle caught off guard and stuck. I sure was not going to be a dick to the guy.

I told him that I had no phone number, so he did the best next thing and give me his number. Of course this little event was the talk of the day at the Boss. But hey I'm certainly not going to be paranoid, I took it as a compliment. Seems that lately I have been getting alot of attention.

Eye Candy?

2006-10-20T23:10:00.000-06:00

The worst part about being sick is missing the workout routines. This week I put my workouts aside to recover from a cold, and of course the nice ladies that live in the building where I work fed me every night. Regardless, one of the guys who lives in the building gave me some pointers while doing the incline bench press and the flyes.

So, a young lady has been asking me when i'm going to take her out on a date. She's interesting to say the least, and i don't know much about her. My instincts tell me that we have nothing in common, and I can't say that I'm that attracted to her. Her younger sister is much more attractive, regardless I will be going out with her next weekend. What's amusing to me is that I don't think we're going to connect. I doubt she likes the Symphony or is very much into Art. She looks like she will be a demon in bed, not that I'm assuming anything.

This week I also came to an interesting point while I was looking at some of the pictures of this years outings. When I first began going out to the bars and clubs to meet women I was alittle overweight. But now that I'm back on my workout routine I have become more muscular and have dropped some weight. As an example here's a picture of me in the beginning of the year.

I feel better about myself which I think will make a big impact on how I carry myself. I'm considering going back out to the social scene only periodically mind you. So my outing are not dead as you may have thought.

Congratulations to Zach on his new job. Until next time.

How to Serenade your Man Servant

2006-10-15T23:00:00.000-06:00

Best Birthday Ever. My thanks to Cash, Glenn-Glenn, Gregg, Zach, and the ladies.

Friday night, quite possibly the most exciting and drama filled night ever!

The day began with some grocery shopping at Whole Foods. By far the best Orange juice I have ever tasted, excellent. So after groceries I jumped on the bus and headed back home. On a special day like that Friday the buses were running on time and I didn't wait longer than five minutes for each transfer, perfect.

Back home I cleaned up a bit, washed some dishes while jamming to Def Leppard's "Pour some Sugar on Me," best song ever.

So I called up Greggy who wanted to get together for lunch, and while leaving a message I realized I needed a good shave.

Taddy called back and we headed to Mici for some great Italian food. Zach and his girlfriend called me later to sing "Feliz Cumpleanos" actually it was just his girlfriend who sang to me. Zachie was bragging about a new pair of white shoes he had purchased in a fantastic attempt to bring SexyBack.

We met up for lunch at Mici and enjoyed the atmosphere. Zach kept eating everyone's food, or tasting everybody's dish as he put it, liar. I enjoyed a delicious Verdura Panini which I didn't share, ha take that Zach.

Afterwards Greg and I headed over to the Ballet office to purchase tickets for the "Giselle" ballet that night. Glenn-Glenn had beaten us and as any good "Man Servant" had already arranged the seats. I had never been inside the Ballet headquarters, most impressive especially the ticket sale people who were awesome.

We reserved our own Box inside the Ellie Caulkins Opera House, but of course only the best for yours truly, I turned down butler service since I was bringing my "Man Servant."

So finally I had that shave and cleaned myself up. I sported my best for that night, my finely pressed Hugo Boss Super 120 suit, my finest white shirt and a pocket square~~perfect. I headed over to Greg's place were we enjoyed some delicious Anejo Tequila, the best Tequila I have ever tasted. We caught a cab down to Zach's condo with some wine and delcious cheese for the conclusion of the night. Appropriately the cabbie we got was attempting to pull a fast one on us by not turning on the meter and telling Greg and I that its usually $7.00 dollars from where we were to downtown, bs.

Well finally leaving the cab, a great compliment for Greg who was looking fantastic in his best clothing and a great dress shirt by the way. We dropped off the wine and cheese and hung out at Zach's place. Zach's girlfriend was looking fantastic in her dress and her new shoes, impressive. Zach's white shoes were awesome as well, and he cleans up pretty well.

We then headed over to "Acqua" where we met Cash, Glenn, and Cash's lovely companion. The food was fantastic, a big up to Cash for setting up the Oyster tasting and hooking us up with some fantastic samples. It was the first time that I enjoyed an Oyster shooter, tastiest and yet the hardest experience to describe. Did I metion that the food was fantastic? So we all wet our whistles with some flask provided booze, which we kept hiding from the server. By the way "Acqua" has a great establishment, the interior is impressive to say the least.

So we all jammed into Cash's girl's ride and headed to the Opera house. Poor Greg got stuck having to sit in the trunk, Greg's bringing riding in the trunk Back! Cash's girl was by far the best driver, she pretty tore Dowtown Denver up. We were swerving in and out of traffic and cutting in line almost running some lady in Red over all in attempts to get to the Opera in time. And success was in store as we made it, the garage where we parked was packed but having me along proved to be the equalizer as we got in and parked in a "Looks like a parking space."

Cash, his girl and I rushed back out to meet Glenn, Zach, Zach's girlfriend, and Greg who were waiting with 3 minutes before the start of the show.

We sprinted to the Opera house and made. We were two minutes late and the usher was not going to let us in because the overture was already playing, at least that's what she thought. Once I flashed our Privilidge, VIP box tickets she quickly led us in quietly and we sat down.

Ah, best Ballet performance of "Giselle" ever. The Ballet was awesome, of course there were some slow part but the choreography was fantastic. During intermission we wet our whistles once more, Cash's girl bought me a shot of 30/30 Tequila which I enjoyed very much. Glenn Glenn "Underground Koala Trader" was having problems following the Ballet because he didn't turn on his screen in front of his seat and kept asking what was going on. The laughter that ensued when Greg and I broke down the story for him, Cashie's girl brought up the topic of why do the guy dancer's bottom's look so tight. She thought it meant that they are gay. I personally don't know but a few theories arose, my favorite was that the slight clenching gave details of the story and as such a person would require a Butler to explain these things.

So with some booze in us we returned to the performance, and what a Second half. The play began with Giselle's lover bringing flowers to her grave, when surpringly the dreaded Willie's arrived.

That word must have done something because one of our members in the group began snorting in laughter, which caused Cash to start laughing. He tried his best to cover his mouth but you could hear the laughter and giggling. It was to say the least distracting, as the people below us agreed. The people below starting shushing us. Which only made matters worse as the booze was kicking in and the laughter just got even better.

So the snorting continued, and giggles abounded in our box. Luckily we didn't get kicked out but it did make for a hillarious Ballet experience. Cash is bringing boozing at the Ballet Back!

After the ballet we headed back to Zach's place to enjoy the wonderful wine and cheese. I of course was given the honorary Goblet, perfect. We went through two bottles and then the drunken Kareoke began. Sweet serenading was in the air that night and I was not going to pass it up.

I serenaded Glenn with Guns N' Roses "Don't Cry." Best performance ever, I think there is a video of it. John Denver, Tenacious D, more Guns N' Roses and booze and cheese kept the party going. At one point Cash tipped me a dollar while rocking to "Welcome to the Jungle." We had a blast, Cash's girl kept bekoning him to the bathroom for I don't know what. And then Brenner showed up. The party was rockin.

After our third bottle of wine we decided to follow Cash who was reverting to his assertive self to the Goth club. We jumped in a cab and headed to the venue, Cashie kept bitching out the Cabbie for trying to take the long way to the Goth club. Which was funny. But eventually we arrived and being my first time at a Goth Club I was surprised by the sight of the boucer. The guy was tall and thin, but very much like I imagined a Goth person to look like. His black metal armor, jet black hair, FUCK YOU belt, and makeup was awesome. Sadly the place was pretty dead but Cash and his girl stayed.

Glenn, Greg, Zach and I headed back to the normal venues to get our drink on. Greg is bringing beer belly's Back! We got to Jet were we chilled out and enjoyed some strong Vodka and Cranberry libations. We then proceeded to Slim 7 were we shockingly had to wait in line. Once inside we got more booze and we hung out with the Rose who was hanging in the back that night. We then headed over to Two Fisted Mario's to finish off the evening, unfortunately the place was packed so we decided to try a new place. Greg's ex came by to wish me a happy birthday, she joined us at the pizza place.

In my drunkenness, I myself brought Insulting Zach Back! I teased him about many things most of all about his small biceps. I flashed my guns and the bastard almost took me out, I hate you. We had a blast at the pizza place. I don't remember much about what we talked about but I remember all of the laughs and smiles.

Greg's Ex gave us Glenn, Greg and I a ride home. That damn Glenn would not host an afterhours party for Greg and I so we had to go home. I made it home and passed out.

The next day I was hurting, I had never been so hung over and actually had to work. It was worth every bit, the Snorting at the Ballet, Wine and Cheese, Oyster shooters, Drunken Kareoke, Senerading the Man Servant, but most of all spending that day with my best friends.

Thank you guys for the best Birthday ever.

What to do in Denver on a Sunday

2006-10-09T01:08:00.000-06:00

So Tadpole and I headed down to the Pepsi Center to catch the game between the Avalance and the Vancouver Canucks. The Canucks were at Hugo Boss this weekend and the GM had tickets to the game. I was awarded these tickets for my fine work at Hugo Boss.

Tadpole and I headed down and had the chance to catch up. We chatted about Taggart's girlfriend's performance this last weekend which I hear was great.

We arrived at the game at the Third Quarter when the score was: Avs 2: Canucks 2.

The tickets I had were on the 5th row, which is right on the ice, literally you can see the players face. Great seats and huge ups to Ryan for the hookup.

The Avs of course won the game, which was a great way to start my Birthday week, HOLLA. Tyler Arnason who was playing on the Ice that night, and I could honestly say that I had the pleasure of choosing a suit for him.

After the VICTORY, Tadpole and I headed downtown to meet Cashie. Cashie met up with us on California Street rolling up in his fine Velvet Purple Jacket. Great Jacket Cashie. We headed down to Red Square where we had some dill vodka. I muar congratulate Cash for all of his successes up to now, last night he was able to partake not only in the presence of a beautiful young lady's company but also in the taste of many wonderful drinks.

I must thank both Tadpole and Cash for introducing me to the wonderful world of liquor, I have never had the opportunity to taste such a vast array of liquors before. At Red Square we had some wonderful Dill Vodka shots, outstanding. Afterwards we headed to the Champagne Room where I met up with the Bouncer and the Head Bartender at "Jet." Both guys are awesome and wouldn't you know it I also knew the bartender at "Corridor 44." It's great when you walk into a place and people know who you are.

I chatted with the "Jet" people for a while and then joined Tadpole and Cash for some good conversation. The guys next to us got into the topic of Spooning with Guys, gross, which brought memories of Cash and Tadpole spooning inside a Cab on our way to "Front Porch."

We had some drinks and bantered with the bartender, she was cute, I'd show her a good time.

She bought all three of us a big shot of Jack Daniels which we devoured in no time. Afterwards we headed to Spill which was dead and then ended up at "Mynt." The new Sunday hangout for us.

The new Bartendress was really cute, I'd do her. We bantered with her and as it turned out she can pump 150 pushups in 2 minutes, she was in the Navy. Damn, I thought I want her bad.

We had the Hawaiian Mojitos which were alright, I prefer the Coconut or Mango Mojitos. We chatted and I caught up with other bouncers which recognized me from 5 Degrees. It's funny I never realized how many people know who I am. It felt good. Cashie went home because he was wasted and tired. A guy bought Tadpole and I shots and we took those down rather quick. Awesome guy, what's funny is since my Birthday is next Friday all of the bartenders were inviting me to stop by and get drinks.

I already know that I'm going to be hammered that night. Regardless, after Tadpole and I finished our Mojitos we met some alot of cool people and then headed to "Two Fisted Marios" which ROCKS. We had some delicious pizza, and I expressed my Love for Taggart's sister. She's really cute. I bitched out Taggart for not wanting to come out.

Since Taggart was being a pussy, Tadpole and I finished our Pizza while watching "Family Guy." We then caught a cab and headed home. Which is were I am at this time.

I love all of my readers. We knocked on Sifu's door earlier tonight but he wouldn't answer, Bastard. I love him though.

Goodnight Readers, and I hope you feel as good as I do at this moment.

The Tattoo

2006-10-05T23:42:00.000-06:00

So, I've decided to finally get that tatoo that I have been considering for so long.

I will visit the Tattoo Parlor tomorrow.

Oh, but what will my parents think? and my friends? Lord knows.

I'll keep you posted and hopefully have some good pics up.

Can you guess what it will be? Of course not.

Wine, Mojitos, Tequila and More

2006-10-04T03:03:00.000-06:00

Hello,

Last night I hung out with Tadpole, Sifu and his girlfriend. The best wine can be found at Cru, we spent some time there indulging in some wine. Sifu and his gal joined us later and we headed down to Mynt for some Mojitos. Delicious, of course. We got blasted and shared alot of laughs. I bitched out Taggart, and Cash for not being there. Those two bastards, I love them though.

Tadpole and I then headed to Two Fisted Mario's for the best pizza after hours. I love that place. We hung out and then caught a cab back to his place where we held a Tequila tour. I was hammered and I had a blast.

Special thanks to Tadpole for his hospitality and Glennifer and Cash for allowing me to bitch them out. I love you Zach.

Killing the "Chameleon" inside

2006-09-28T22:47:00.000-06:00

I have always held strong men in high esteem, especially those who are strong and confident in their decisions. For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to be a Leader. And though I have alot of talents and traits that would lead me to that role I still lack the most important piece, being Confident in myself.

Being a Chameleon hasn't helped me in that respect. And I'm eternally grateful to Tadpole, and Taggart for helping me see this immense flaw in my character.

As I mentioned before I'm working on being more truthful in my dealings with people, and truthful to myself as well.

Recently I have come to realize that people follow strong leaders, those who do not yield from the decisions they make in life. And those who are not afraid of achieving goals which they want to attain. And are also truthful about things that bother them or call too much of their time.

Recently I have accepted and want to deal with these following areas of my life:

1. Being asked and expected to give my 60% discount at Hugo Boss bothers me. Especially when the humility is lacking from the person, or when an individual I have never met expects me to give him a discount for no other reason other than he knows a person that knows me.

2. Being truthful to my Supervisor and bringing his lack of class and intelligence to his attention, intelligently of course. I despise being called nicknames other than my real name. And I care nothing for being talked down to because of my race or stature. I'm neither a Fucking Servant nor a Slave.

3. Having the balls to allow myself to be attracted to women that find me attractive. And not passing up opportunities to have a relationship with a wonderful woman. The younger girl that finds me attractive is out on a date at this moment, because I did nothing to escalate the attraction between us. All because I was too afraid to show my feelings for her. That's the last time I'm doing that.

In the beginning I was afraid of being that needy guy by expressing my interest in women, but now I know the difference between approaching a woman that is interested in me and the ones that are not. It was the last time I'm allowing this to happen.

4. The night at Coyote F'Ugly and the events that happened thereafter have stregnthen my resolve to never allow myself to be led astray from my real self. I'm not a dick and I will never hang out with people whose values of life and women are not the same as mine. I'm never going to associate myself with people who don't share my values, again.

5. To be more dedicated to my desires in life. Which dedicate myself to my job at Hugo Boss and become a better salesman, to travel to Europe as soon as possible, to learn more about the loves in my life (Opera, Symphony, Ballet, and Theater), to drink more wine, to spend more time with my family, and to take better care of my person by not going out as often anymore.

These are only a few things. My road to becoming a strong man is long but when I reach that point I will always have the satisfaction of many people including my grandchildren finding me the strong role model I have always wanted to be.

Got AI?

2006-09-27T23:25:00.000-06:00

Have you ever experienced a woman passing by who makes eye contact with you and holds it for what seems to be a long time with you? Or maybe even had an attractive young lady stare at your crotch while you're walking down the street?

If there is anything I can thank the Pickup Community for is the knowledge of how to tell if a woman is interested in you.

Lately I have been very blessed with a large amount of AI's at work. Women passing by look over at me and can't seem to look away, or some come by and serve me dinner and even share their passions in life. Yes, some of these women are much older than I am at least 10 years. But beauty is beauty.

One girl has been constantly giving me a strong interest, she's much younger than I am and is a party girl. She's very attractive and I have seen her with alot of guy friends, I think she has a boyfriend. So far I have kept the interaction between us very playful. Today she came by to give me a hard time about an incident I had with her Step Dad. All playfully of course, later on she asked me what my name was. I playfully told her I was dissapointed that she didn't remember. I reintroduced myself and we shook hands ( I should have kissed her hand, but I chickened out) she did hold my hand for a long time.

Regardless, next time I see her I will show my interest in her by casually busting her on her party girl look and tell her that I find her fascinating.

We'll see how it goes, as far as the other two beautiful older ladies I will also build some comfort with them and then see what happens.

The Best Year of my Life!

2006-09-24T21:30:00.000-06:00

This has been the most memorable year in my life. My Birthday is coming up on October 13th, and this year has brought many achievements for me.

1) My new great friends: Sifu, Taggart, Tadpole, Cash, Obe, and MBox

2) Being the #1 Salesman at Hugo Boss, for the 4th time. I was #1 again this week, this is a big achievement for me because it shows my capability to be successful in a completely new venture.

3) Overcoming my fear of meeting attractive women, and after self reflection realizing what traits I am looking for in a partner.

These are only a few of my achievements this year. I want to thank everyone who has been reading my blog and keeping me from loosing my way in a world full of temptations, and unhealthy lifestyles.

Today, I realized that I'm no longer enjoying going out on the weekends to meet women. I have been doing this for Nine Months now and yes, I have learned alot about myself. But, it has become a job that I no longer enjoy.

I met two amazing women today while working at the store, both of these ladies were classy and were well traveled. I connected with both of them on levels that I have never achieved before. It was like time flew by and I did not want the conversations to end. I felt as if I had found the group of people who understood my ambitions in life. We spoke of Art, Traveling all over the world, Fashion designers, Clubbing, Symphony, and Opera.

I did not need to pretend to be anything other than myself, and that attracted them so much to me. I felt like a King and it made me realize that the type of women that I'm looking for are out there. Both were related to each other, one was the mom and the other the daughter. And I saw alot of Attraction Indicators from both of them, alot of eye contact and alot of in depth questions about who I was. I gave the daughter my card and I left the rest to destiny.

Most shocking was that the daughter LOVES partying at SLIM 7~~my second home. It was a good day for me and I will never forget it.

Who Lies More?

2006-09-21T22:48:00.000-06:00

So, Wednesday night rolled around and the boys and I were finally back. Cashie, Tadpole, Taggart and Sifu were on hand for a boys night out. The destination: Hipster Bars on South Broadway, names like "The Hornet," and "Hive Bar" were called out. I joined the boys at Cash's posh Downtown Loft where I was greeted by Sifu himself with a brotherly hug. Along the way I was impressed by Cash's fabulous velvet black shirt, and most of all Taggarts new AWESOME hair do.

I was stunned by the variety of colors, yet so drawn to the stylish blend of whites, reds, blacks, and blondes. Most impressive, I had to touch it. Honestly, if fit Taggart so well and it is a true testament to how much he has grown as a person. So off to the Hipster Bars, we hailed a cab and stuffed ourselves in.

We first arrived to some bar next to the "Hive Bar" I don't really remember the name but once inside I was entreated to the variety of hipster styles. I'm fascinated by the Hipster culture, and I constantly inquire fervently about the look and culture, just ask Taggart. I ordered myself a tall glass of Cranberry juice and delighted in the company of the boys, Cashie was riding his buzz and was inthe mood to meet some of the lovely Hipster ladies. Sifu, Taggart and Tad.... oh wait Tadpole ended up talking to a group of people so it was just Sifu, Taggart and I who were discussing such topics as "The Special Moment when a Man Farts in front of his Girlfriend." Taggart had not graced his lovely Girlfriend with the pleasure of his odious gaseous fragrance, yet, but Sifu was kind enough to share his story. Poor, poor girl I thought. Apparently the very kind Sifu let one fly and covered his girlfriend under the blankets to enjoy the lovely fragrance. Ah, the things to look forward to when I have my girlfriend.

Thus, Cash was still keeping a very lovely set of girls company and we were itching to check out some other bars. We left Cashie after Sifu kindly informed the girls that they were both Ex-Barnum & Bailey Circus Jugglers. At least that's what he said. Cashie of course needed no help so he kindly asked us to depart without him. Taggart, Tadpole, Sifu and I then headed to check out the vast majority of bars along Broadway. Most were not packed and some were asking for a cover. The best one though was a place were we were asked to wait for a pat down. Yes, a pat down.

The Big Black Bouncer asked for our ID's and then proceeded to feel us up (all for the sake of safety, of course) one by one. I think that was the closest I have come to a man touching man experience. So with a good pat down out of the way we went inside only to find out that there was a $5.00 dolla cover, please. But of course we did not go in. But being the gentlemen we are we thanked the bouncer for the feel down.

We made it to "The Hornet" where we were challenged by two gay men to a game of pool, actually it was Tadpole and Sifu who were challenged. Taggart and I played a few games on our own, and I'm not ashamed to say that my "Man Servant" kicked my Ass both times, Damn Taggart. The most hillarious part about the game was overhearing Tadpole who was buzzed taunting the two gay guys, playfully of course.

Cashie finally showed up with the telephone number of one of the lovely ladies he had met at the first bar we were at. And of course after Sifu and Tadpole schooled both of the gay guys, as Tadpole swears. We left and decided to bear the elements to head back Downtown. Along the way two Cabs drove off when we had clearly signaled them over to pick us up, Damn Cabs. Finally after standing in the rain for about 10 minutes we finally got a cab. This time Taggart took shot gun and Sifu, Tadpole, Cash and I shared the back seat. Four men squeezed into the back of a cab, of course there were going to be some schannanigans afoot. Pretty soon Cashie was trying to spoon Tadpole to our delight, pervert. Tadpole of course egged Cashie on even more, but honestly Cash was just trying to reach for his wallet or so he swears.

We got to The Front Porch and headed inside, Marcus the bouncer was working the door and flagged us in VIP style. Once inside Cashie insisted that I go over and ask girls, "Who Lies More, Men or Women?" At first I didn't want to because I wasn't really feeling the athmosphere but I was not going to let Cashie down. He spotted a cute tall blonde and sent me over. I went over and graced her arm and the arm of her friend, when they looked over I asked them, "Ladies, out of curiousity who do you think lies more, men or women?"

First both girls looked at each other and the Blonde's friend said, "Weird." I took it as a bad sign but somehow I did not leave, and it was a good thing because the blonde turned around to me and asked me for more details about the question. Eventually we started to talk about our interest, and I did ask her if she liked the Arts. She told me she moved from Colorado Springs to Denver just so she could see more Operas. The interaction was great, but I of course like always tend to forget the name. I had fun talking to her and she was a very charasmatic girl. Only one thing bothered me and that was the loud music, it was loud enough where I could not hear her. I could have asked her to join me on one of the couches and gotten to know her better but I didn't. My loss. I went back to the boys where Vladimir was also hanging out. Vladimir was one of the first guys to help me when I was hesitant to talk to women.

He was doing well and it looks like Front Porch has become his second home. Regardless, the boys and I left and passed by Slim 7 which was dead. We ended up at Spill where it was packed.

I have heard the stories but never seen Cash in action. And that night I was entreated to witness Cash meeting a very attractive girl who was sitting with three guy friends. He sat down next to her and extracted her from the group of guys. I didn't even know what happened, but what I did witness was the three muscular guys sitting on the couch wondering what happened. There's something about Cash that women find irrisistable, I once heard he was being groped at one club by the hottest women. That story is true, I was not there but if there is one thing I know is Cash doesn't lie, I've seen pictures of his escapades. Including pictures of women writing their phone numbers on his chest.

At one point in the night I was caught off guard by a large guy grabbing me by the shoulders. The look that Taggart had on his face, he was ready to jump in and kick some ass. Luckily the guy was a bouncer whom I had met at DC10, he's a big Hawaiian dude. He's huge, but cool. He came by and we chatted for a bit. There's one thing I know and that is if I ever need a Bodyguard that guy is the first one I'm calling.

Tadpole, Taggart and I called it a night after Cash vanished with the cute girl. We got some awesome pizza at "Two Fisted Marios" where I jammed to their Punk rock jams. Awe, Taggart was surprised by my excellent thumb drumming on his coat while we were waiting in line. I just could not be denied, and Taggart's hair was really the highlight of my night. I know I met a cute blonde, but have you seen Taggart's hair it is incredible. Truly a work of art, eventhough Tadpole says it makes him look gay.

"The Chameleon" & Finding the Girl of my Dreams

2006-09-19T00:20:00.000-06:00

By far one of the most important events in my life. At first I was reluctant to meet with Taggart, and most especially Tadpole last night. I put my pride aside and I headed down to "Mynt" the best place for Mojitos.

Sifu, his girlfriend, Taggart and Tadpole were enjoying some Mojitos. The night was very cold, regardless I was prepared with my Hugo Boss winter jacket. Once inside Sifu came over and gave me a huge hug, so much love with this guy. His girlfriend greeted me and then I made my way to greet Tadpole and Taggart. Taggart was drunk, I could see it in his eyes and Tadpole was right there with him in terms of drinks.

There was tension, and there was only one road. The only one that would lead to an explanation of Tadpole's comment on my last Blog post where he called me out for being a Dick. So without further ado, actually after I took a few sips of my Mango Mojito I asked Tadpole what was up with his comment.

I'm not going to lie to you readers that the conversation between Sifu, Tadpole, and Taggart were emotional and very revealing. Tadpole stated that he was not going to be my friend if my goal was to become a asshole as I had stated on my blogpost. Taggart was concerned that the blogpost was not who I am, and he was disturbed by it. Sifu only having read the blogpost that same day told me it was "Fucked Up."

To be honest, after I wrote the blogpost I had the intent of editing it because yes it was something that I could not identify myself with. I put my pride aside and listened as the guys who I consider more than just great friends called me out on being a Chameleon. That word can perfectly describe who I am, a Chameleon. Easily changing my values, opinions, and beliefs to please those around me. I have done that my whole life, but why?

Lack of good friends have kept me from being honest with people. So yes, when I meet someone I lie and try to behave like the person to keep their friendship. Sadly it is a talent for me to be that guy who can hide who I truly am to avoid being left out.

And last night I had to face the hard decision of opening up the true person that I am. If was either that or ending my friendships with Tadpole, Cash, and Taggart. I had the choice, the two roads were before me, walk out of Mynt and forget about ever knowing those guys or revealing who I am.

So, I opened my self to them and told them that I am the shy, timid guy who wants to become a genuine, classy and respectable guy. I want the love, respect and admiration of all women. I don't want to be one of those assholes. Yes my life can be boring at times, because I find more enjoyment in staying home on a Saturday night watching a movie than being out. But that's who I am, I'm not and will never be like those guys who sleep with different women every night and find pleasure in dominating them. That's not my nature.

I also have a problem because I never say what is on my mind, no matter how much something bothers me. Last night was the first time I actually told the truth about what bothered me about Tadpole, Sifu, Cash, and others. It was the first time that I felt like a person and not a Chameleon.

I can't express how much it meant for me to have these guys help me understand something that I had come to think a part of who I was. I'm not a Chameleon and I can't change that overnight, but I will begin by being honest about what I want and who I am.

I have always desired to be a great man, dealing with that facet of my life is just another step to reaching that goal. Having these guys as friends is one of the greatest blessings I have been given by God.

And with that out of the way, I will challenge myself to change the manner that I interact with people and change the way that I pursue the girl of my dreams. Whoever you are I will find you someday, that day I will no longer see myself as a child but as a man.

The Natural

2006-09-19T00:15:00.000-06:00

Successes were on the board for everyone on Saturday night.

Obe, Ray, Sifu, MBox, Thuwacker, and Saint were all on board. Once again I was the #1 Salesman at Hugo Boss Saturday. The plan from the prior night was to attend the SkyLab 2006 rave. Unfortunately plans changed at the last minute and we decided to head Dtown.

Mbox came by the store and he chauferred me around a bit. The big ass truck was very classy, what made the ride more pleasurable was the Pres1 license plates. We headed over to Whole Foods~~my second home and we had some good pizza. Obe and Ray met up with us and we bantered a bit. Ray was finally in the mood to open sets and the night was going to prove productive for Obe~~opening SEVEN sets. Mbox had the brilliant idea of playing a impov game, each of us threw out some true and made up stories based on words. Ray in attempt to make me look bad gave me the word "Penis," fortunately I had a good True story about a time when I had gone commando and got a woody at a restaurant after meeting a very attractive woman while I was getting my food. What made things worse was the fact that there were people nearby, and they would certainly notice all of my manhood. To make things worse I was wearing pleated pants, which don't hold nothing back. Fortunately after many minutes of thinking about Baseball, Soccer, and Football rules my manhood subsided.

Of course everyone was laughing their asses off. Thanks guys.

So, afterwards we split up. I got chauferred by Mbox in the Pres1 and we headed back to my place to freshen up. I threw on my black Zenga sweater and my new Express leather bike jacket. I love the jacket, except for the heavy leather smell. Regardless, I looked good. Sifu rang and he decided to meet with us down at Jet hotel. The plan was to meet Thuwacker, Saint, Ray, and Obe there. Mbox and I picked up Sifu and we headed to Jet.

I had never been there but it became my new favorite place. The ambiance was mellow, more of a lounge feeling, the music was not blasting and the people were interesting. We all hung out there and watched as "The Natural" (Sifu) opened several sets. Everyone in the group especially us green horns could feel the vibe from this guy, he is certainly the best Social guy in Denver. Ray got things started by opening a two set, and Thuwacker went in to wing him later. I could immediately see the difference in experience level, differentiating having an experienced wing as oppossed to a green horn. The thing I noticed about Ray tonight was his ability to go into any set with confidence and a great attitude, out of anyone I have met I think he has the potential to be a very good PUA (Pick Up Artist). Saint opened some sets as well and I could see his progress from when he first began on his journey of improving his social skills with the opposite sex. At first I was alittle intimidated, but it's hard to let the feelings dwell especially when Thuwacker and Sifu are around. Their energy is really inspiring.

For those who know, I have not progressed beyond my introductions into successful meetings with the opposite sex. For as long as I have been part of the Social community, I still feel like a new member. Regardless, I overcame my pride and asked Thuwacker and Saint for their advice. Apparently they cleared up the area that has been keeping me back. Obe had also brought this up a while back, but I did not really listen.

Screening, has been the missing piece in my social meetings with women. I tend to become infatuated with the beauty of a woman and never really make her work for my attention. That is true, I tend to give beautiful women too much leeway. So with this new knowledge I turned my skills around.

I knew what I needed to do, put my values first before my physical attraction to women. And so, my goal was to meet women that I found attractive and place my interest before anything.

Mbox was encouraging me to go over and meet some girls nearby, but they were not really the type of woman that I wanted to meet. A girl with a sweet accent came over and asked Obe to take a picture of her and her guy friends, Obe of course took the opportunity to banter with her. He said he would charge her $5 dolla for the picture, she of course playfully turned down the fee. Obe of course not denying such a sweet woman's request took the pic, and then asked her to take a pic of all of us. Sifu, Saint, Obe, Mbox and I were all in the pic, actually Mbox was cut out. Apparently she was not into bald men, but she did take another and this time cut me out. No worries though. Saint ended up getting a few kisses from this vixen.

We all decided to move to a different venue, Vynil would be out next stop. But as nature would prove leaving Jet would not be easy. On our way out Ray and Thuwacker were already meeting two other lovely girls. Damn guys, no respect for the rest of us. So we waited a while, and finally we left Jet.

On our way to Vynil Saint got lost so Thuwacker went back to find him. Mbox left to go back to work, so Obe, Ray, Sifu and I were left. Sifu sweet talked us to head to "Front Porch, " Obe of course hates bars so he was very vocal about his opinion. But Sifu quickly turned on the charm, and pretty soon Obe was leading the way to Front Porch.

Another upcoming Socializer Vladimir was also at Front Porch. Sifu was having a blast and Thuwacker, Saint, Ray, and Obe were all not wasting time to socialize. Apparently the boyfriend of a girl who Ray was talking to called him out, he recognized Ray's material as Mystery Method. I was stunned but what can you do. There is no love between Vladimir and Thuwacker, and I could tell that each was not even attempting to look in each of their direction. I found the avoidance very amusing. Sifu being the kind hearted guy he is hung out with Vladimir for a while, Vlad was talking to a three set and was doing very well.

The environment was getting bland so we decided to go somewhere else. Sifu headed home due to his work schedule, before leaving he pinched Obe's nipple, gave Ray the Rock, and as luck would have it I got a big wet one on the forehead. Bastard, right in front of the girls too.

So we headed to Vynil. I already knew that there would be a huge line, and the venue was not going to dissapoint. Amazingly, Obe had a contact who is a photographer for an online magazine who has VIP entrance to Vynil. We met him out front and we all walked in without waiting in line. The first time I have ever gone in without waiting in line and not even paying cover. Talk about VIP, all of the people waiting could do nothing more than look over at us and shake their heads. I of course gave them the pleasure of my smile.

Inside I split up from the group to find a woman that I wanted to meet. I opened three sets that night. The best one was a girl who came over to me after she got tired of dancing in the Techno Room. I had been to Vynil several times, but I have never been to all of the rooms. There are five levels in that place and all of them were packed. I explored the entire place, the room that really took me by surprise was the basement. I have never been in a room with so many Asian people, they were cool but I have never been around so many of them. I caught Ray, and Saint in several sets.

So my goal was to screen the girls. At first I hesitated to talk to her, but I got over it by visualizing myself as a confident man. I looked over at her held my frame and told her:

Gucci: You're not antisocial are you?

Jenn: (She looked over, and smiled) No

Gucci: So what's your story?

Jenn: What you do mean?

Gucci: (I noticed she was dressed in a classy skirt and she certainly was not the type of girl you would find in the Techno room) You don't seem like the type of girl who would be dancing to Techno, especially the way you're dressed.

Jenn: My girlfriends dragged me out. And this really isn't my scene. What about you?

Gucci: (Lying alittle) All of my friends are on the dance floor, and I don't know how to dance to this music. So, tell me if you could do anything right now what would it be?

Jenn: I would be hiking in the mountains. And you?

Gucci: Traveling somewhere in Europe. What's the most exciting thing you've done this weekend?

Jenn: I went hiking. What about you?

Gucci: I was at the symphony, of course. I can't tell you how much I enjoy getting dressed up and enjoying the beautiful music.

Jenn stated that she loved Ballet and we discussed some of performances she had seen. I was very attracted to her, besides her cuteness she enjoyed the arts. But there was a problem, her boyfriend. She dropped the B-bomb on me during our conversation, at first I thought should I eject or stay and find out we have anything else in common. I continued to talk to her without loosing a step after she told me about her boyfriend, after all she's not married.

If there is one thing that I will not do is seduce a married woman, so as long as they are not married I will not be denied the opportunity flirt and attract a beautiful girl.

Eventually one of Jenn's friends came over and interrupted our conversation. Fortunately I was not giving her all of my attention so it was not like the interruption completely left me in the cold. I made sure to keep my body parallel to her during our conversation to not give her the impression that I was completely interested in her.

She told me "Goodbye" and went back to the dance floor. I headed back up and found a very happy Obe, he told me he had met some cute girls. One had been rubbing her chest on his shoulders, I of course turned over to the photographer and asked him if it was true, and he said yes. So, alright Obe. Ray and Thuwacker went to talk to two girls, I was impressed that Ray jumped right in and sat in between them right away. That's very ballsy, and both of Ray and Thuwacker were talking to the girls for quite a while.

Eventually they returned, Ray mentioned that he was not attracted to the girl he was talking to. At least he went over to talk to her. The night concluded and we headed our seperate ways.

Coyote F' Ugly: The Code of the Asshole

2006-09-15T02:38:00.000-06:00

I'll try to describe this night as well as possible. So ten o'clock rolled around and I began to debate whether or not to go home and go to bed or stay out and party.

Sifu and his girlfriend invited me out, but some of the girls in the building where I work also invited me to a house party. So, do I go home, go out with Sifu and his girlfriend, or go to the house party? I was in the mood to meet new people.

So, I went up to the house party and had a F'ing Blast. I drank some wine met some new people and learned a new skill.

Fortunately I had worn my Brazilian Deisel shirt before I went to work so I had it on hand for the twilight activities. I threw it on and headed upstairs. Once I got to the party I immediately found some of the coolest people in the building. The hostess handed me a glass of wine and I did not loose a step in introducing myself to the people. I met some English folk, the two of them were visiting and were new to Denver. I must say that I charmed the young lady because she was looking at me the whole time. Of course I did not number close her but she did tell me some interesting stories about showing up to work completely wasted after a night of partying. Perfect, I thought. What was funny was the fact that she showed up to work so wasted that the room was spinning, I must say I have been there before.

A huge Asian guy was at the party as well, of course the F'cker was a Natural. A very sexy woman was there as well, Mbox had tried to game her when she was signing in earlier that day and failed badly. I could just see her body language as he tried to get to know her, she was really not digging Mbox. She was sitting by her self and I went over to her, she gave me a F'ing hard on but I was not going to let her see me sweat. I went over and told her:

Gucci: So what's your story?

She of course told me all about her career as a housewife, she had a three year old daughter and her husband supported her completely. She was slender, blonde and had long legs. I chatted with her for a while, the hostess kept handing me more wine so I had a good buzz going. In that state I kept thinking to myself, Alright you're f'ing hot and I would bone you right now but what makes you so F'ing unique.

The hostess got some shots of us talking and she commented that on some of them she looked like a bitch. I of course agreed. I could also see her staring at the Asian guy, but I was not about to let that Fucker take away her attention so I kept her occupied. Eventually I got bored because she was not really interesting, so I stood up and talked to someone else. I ended up talking to some English guy. He kept talking and I kept an eye on the blonde and the Asian guy. I could see her playfully humping him, out of the corner of my eye I kept taking notes on what he was doing. He was a big fucker. Two guys that were at the party decided that they were going to head out, and I decided to tag along.

I have seen these guys work their magic, and they are naturals. We decided to go to Coyote F'Ugly. I didn't want to go there because the last few times I have ended up at that place there has been more men than women. The two guys assured me that they were going to show me the tender underside of the establishment. So who are these guys? One of them we'll call "The Pirate" and the other "CockBlock 101." So we jumped on the greasy pole and headed to Coyote F'Ugly. We got there and though I forgot my ID and Credit Card they got me in with no hassle. Once inside they headed over to the bar and the girl bartenders immediately came over to them to shoot the shit.

Some convention was in town so the place was packed, regardless the girls still came over to shoot the shit. They kept drinking and I got every single drink for free. The benefits of being out with guys like this is getting your alcohol for free. Honestly, either one of them did not buy one drink because the girls kept giving us shots for free. In my need to learn their techniques they revealed that the reason why the girls kept giving them free drinks was because of the manner which they stood out from the rest of the other guys. I of course could not ignore the sad loosers trying to get the girls attention by ordering liquor and complementing them on their beauty.

"The Pirate" revealed to me that when he first showed up to Coyote F'Ugly he intentionally acted like a dick. The girls just warmed up to him and he ended up bedding one the first time he met her. "Cockblock 101" had three girls fighting over him and he told me the same thing, when he first met them he treated them like shit and now they love him.

So to keep up with them I intentionally acted like a dick. One girl who was giving body shots came down to shoot the shit with "The Pirate" and "Cockblock 101." I was not introduced but that was not going to keep me from meeting her, I met her and later that night when she came back I intentionally pretended to have met her for the first time. She was offended that she had already met me once and slapped me on the chest for not remembering her name, I of course flipped her off. Shockingly she smiled back at me and winked.

Some skinny f'cker in a blazer jumped into the middle of "Cockblock 101"s and his girls conversation. I was intrigued because I wanted to see how "Cockblock 101" would handle this. I was astonished that he let the little guy stay in there. But I was not going to let the F'cker disrespect "Cockblock 101" so I went over and:

Gucci: Hey, I that's an interesting blazer where's it from?

SkinnyFker: Thanks, I got it at Jos Bank.

Gucci: Really, it kind of looked like something from a thrift store. I work over at Hugo Boss and I have never seen anything like that before.

SkinnyFker: What's up with your collar, it's not the 80's anymore. (SkinnyFker grabbed my collar and put the collar down)

Gucci: Dude, there's like fifty guys in here. Why don't you go suck someone else's dick. I'm not interested.

"Cockblock 101" came over and pulled me back. The SkinnyFker continued talking to "Cockblock 101"s girl and he told me to watch while he Cockblocked him. Eventually "Cockblock 101" called over one of the bartenders which he knew and ordered two shots, one for him and the other for the girl. The bartender served the drinks and "Cockblock 101" pushed the SkinnyFker out from in between to click glasses with his girl. SkinnyFker got the point and left. I had been watching a very hot Coyote F'Ugly girl dancing and told "The Pirate" that I would meet her. He of course challenged me, and I took it. Final call was in effect and I went over to her. She was talking to two guys but I didn't care. I went over to her and told her, I'm dissapointed you never came over to my side of the bar.

BlondeHips: I'm sorry, I couldn't get away.

Gucci: You suck. I want you to know that.

BlondeHips: I promise to make it up to you next time.

Gucci: Where are you from?

BlondeHips: I'm from Hawaii, my name is K.

Gucci: You're bullshitting, I know people from Hawaii and you look nothing like one of them.

BlondeHips: I am, I was born there. Where are you from?

Gucci: I'm from Mexico, see you later.

I left her mid conversation. I was not about to give her my attention especially when every F'ing guy in the place wanted to meet her. F'ck her I have things to do. I'll talk to her next time. "The Pirate" and "Cockblock 101" were impressed, we left and called it a night.

Leason learned for tonight. Being a dick especially to hot women is a must. Tomorrow night is "The Church" with Obe and Ray. Until then, be a Dick if you must.

On being the #1 Salesman at the Boss

2006-09-13T22:59:00.000-06:00

I'm very happy to say that I'm once again the #1 Salesman at Hugo Boss again. Especially now that I'm on a part time basis it is a great honor for me.

I have to say that this is my first job in retail and I'm really finding a calling in the business. I remember when I first applied for the job, I wasn't worried about whether or not I would be successful. It was funny how excited the guys were though when I broke the news that I was hired. Cashie, Taggart, Tadpole and Sifu were already dreaming about the amounts of clothing they would get with my discount.

Nevertheless the journey has been exciting for me, I remember the first sale I had. I sold a pair of socks, I was overjoyed. The sale though was only the beginning for me. Last week I broke a record for the store when I sold the most suits in a week, and as a part time employee that is even more impressive. Did I mention that I sold a suit to an Avalanche player? That's when you know you have talent, now when ever I see the player on TV I will always be able to say that I sold a suit to him. But not just sold a suit to him but also gave him knowledge about what a suit should fit and what benefits he will appreciate over the life of the garment.

I never realized the amount of success that one could have in retail, one of my mentors mentioned the tremendous amount of money a salesman can make. A good salesman can make over $200,000.00 a year. And I believe him. But money is only a part of my drive to be even better. As my friends know I love clothing and fashion.

Lately I have been reading "Style and the Man" by Alan Flusser. The book has given me a tremendous amount of knowledge already.

My goal for the remainder of the year is to learn to be a better salesman, I have begun to learn new techniques on how to help the client to find what he is looking for.

As well as how to distinguish myself from the other salespeople by the manner that I speak, my body language and my knowledge of the clothing. I look forward to a great career in the business.

My fascination with Direct Game

2006-09-09T01:31:00.000-06:00

With Zan's advice from his DVD intact I made it my goal to talk to women tonight in a more genuine way. And of course improve on my Direct Openers.

In case you don't know I love to run. I love the feeling of going fast. So, today I ran to work. I made it downtown and by that time my legs were feeling heavy. I stopped a few times but made up for it by sprinting for a few blocks and then walking. Finally I made it to Brooks and as I was hoping for in the back of my mind some of the residents saw me arrive in my shorts. I'm not going to brag but I have very nice looking legs, so as the day would have it a young lady was waiting outside. She of course took a few peeks at my legs, as I would hear from her later that day. And Cashie will not like it because its a girl that he likes.

So, later that day she came into the lobby with her boyfriend and she complimented me on my calves. I'm not going to lie to you guys, but I blushed. Her boyfriend of course was within ear shot, and after she said this he was not acknowledging me like he usually does. I figured he got alittle jealous.

The building where I work has so many lovely ladies, with some I tend to get alittle more than just casual looks. But honestly I don't know how to approach it. I have been propositioned to have sex with one of them, a while back. I turned her down though. Regardless, I do find myself being charming as expected. Some of the older ladies call me Wayne Newton, what made me laugh about it was that they came in and started pointing and smiling at me. Now when they come into the lobby they call me Wayne. I don't mind being their eye candy. But arrogance aside, I want to be more geniune with what I tell to any person. So with that in mind I want to pursue some of the interest in the building. There are a few girls that I would like to get to know better, and I hope to do so by being casual and expressing my interest without worying about the outcome. After all if they are interested they will say it, and if not I will not worry about it.

So now to the events of the night. Obe, Ray and I went to "The Church" tonight. It was my first time being there on a Friday and from what Obe told me it was going to be a good night. But tonight the place was alittle slow, I suppose most people stayed home due to the weather. Regardless I felt like meeting girls and I did so, I met eight of them. The first one I met was the most interesting one because she was a Goth girl. The Goth girls fascinate me and I didn't waste time talking to her.

I saw her sitting by herself so I decided to go over and talk to her, and it happened like this:

Gucci: Hi my name is Miguel, I was curious if you could tell me about the Goth scene. I have always been fascinated by it but never really pursued it. I know that sound like a weird question, but what is Goth?

CuteGoth: Well, Goth is mostly about the music. I got into Goth when I was around 14 years old, I think. But there is also a darkside to it as well. Listen I'm going to go dance, I'll tell you about it later.

Readers: It's difficult for me to remember the exact conversation, but I will tell you that as soon as she started to mention her childhood I thought I was going to get to know her as a person. I was stumped by her departure to the dance floor. My interest was genuine and I was hoping to talk to her alittle more. The only thing that I thought was maybe one of her friends saw me talking to her and wanted her to get away from me? Whatever the reason I was hesitating talking to her because I was afraid she may tell me to "Fuck Off." After all I'm not a Goth and I wasn't dressed like one. I guess I have always grown up seeing them as very protective, I was glad she didn't turn me away and actually showed interest in telling about the Goth scene.

After that I pursued my interest and stayed in the Goth area which is downstairs inside "The Church." I saw a couple over by the bar, they did not look like Goth's due to their clothing. They were not wearing the common known black clothing and makeup. I went over to both, and gave my attention to the guy more than the girl and asked them, "How do you dance to this music?"

The girl which was cute and blonde grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I was taken by surprise because honestly I was not expecting to dance. But nevertheless there I was on the dance floor dancing to Goth music. Being new I kept trying to tell my hips not to do the sexy dances which I'm used to, it comes from doing Salsa. The girl was really cool because she stayed with me and showed me some moves. She also kept telling me to close my eyes and just feel the music. I did so, periodically opening them to make sure she was still there. So after a while I asked her how long she had been a dancing to Goth, which she responded as four years.

After the song was over I thanked her and joined Obe, and Ray who were watching the whole thing. Obe mentioned that he had seen something like that in a dream he had. Apparently he dreamed that I would be dancing with a girl on the dance floor and then of course failing to accept her interest in me by making out with her. The most important piece was the fact that I was actually dancing with a girl as he had dreamed it.

Well Obe I suppose we're going to have to have you dream alittle bit more about me out with many lovely ladies now wont we.

I mentioned to Ray that there were four girls sitting on a couch next to the dance floor, they were very attractive and I wanted to meet them. By this time Ray was alittle tired altogether and was ready to call it a night. But I talked him into helping me, so with Ray at my side we went over to meet the lovely four set.

At the table I told them, "Ladies, we're new to the Goth scene and you guys looked like a fun group. My friend and I were wondering what this whole scene is about?"

I could tell that one of them was not receptive, in fact she was the one that was mostly dressed in Goth gear. The others were not wearing the official black, in fact one of them was wearing a bright white jacket. Nevertheless, the girls introduced themselves and we introduced each other. Ray talked to the Goth girl and I talked with the girl in the white jacket. The conversation was geniune and I was hoping to banter alittle with them. I told the girls that I would make a bad Goth, I tend to smile too much. I was hoping they would laugh, the girl in the white did laugh, but the Goth did not hear it. I leaned in to tell her and she smiled alittle. And while she was close to me I asked her one last thing, "I'm fascinated by the scene, how can I learn more about it?" She adviced that I should come to "The Church" more often. That was the meat of the conversation, the biggest point that stuck out was my ability to keep the girls interest. I noticed that as soon as the Goth girl was loosing interest in the beginning, I genuinely told her my intentions. That kept her from totally loosing interest.

Though the conversations were short I thanked the girls and both Ray and I left.

Upstairs I spotted a very beautiful girl walking in a pack of three. I told Ray that I'm going to meet her. And so I did, they were out in the patio. I hesitated alittle but I put my fear aside and went over to the girl that I liked and it happened like this:

Gucci: Excuse me, I wanted to come over and (My tonality is alittle slower and deeper now) tell you that You are absolutely Adorable. What is your name?

CuteMomma: My name is Kristin. Thank you.

Gucci: So tell me what are you girls doing out tonight, braving these elements (Outside on the patio it was sprinkling)

CuteMomma: Just hanging out, the rain is really making our hair glow.

I can't remember the entire conversation but CuteMomma was very receptive and told me alittle about herself, she had a three month old daughter at home. The two other girls she was with had brought her out to give her some time away from the baby. CuteMomma was very proud of her figure now that she had gotten her slender shape back. I told her I admired her for sticking with her workout routine.

That was the conversation, I excused myself and went over to find Ray. Obe was really energetic tonight, he opened one set and Ray opened one set as well. We decided to leave "The Church" and head downtown hoping it would be alittle more livelier. But before I forget I did meet one more girl tonight, she was not as attractive. But being the cool guy I am I went over to keep her company for alittle while, she looked bored and we chatted alittle about the venue. It was her first time there and she wasn't sure how to feel about the place. There was no real connection between us but at least I got to meet her.

We then headed Downtown, Ray fell asleep in Obe's car on the way there. So Obe and I were left to do some socializing. We headed to my second home "Slim 7" and it was pretty busy. In fact I couldn't even get a drink because there were so many people at the bar. Obe again stated that he hates the place, and I don't know why. I reminded him that from my experience girls have a better opportunity to show their interest through eye contact. Yes the space is small but this way you get the best of the place without having to go up and down in some big venue.

I chatted with Rosie alittle and Obe and I left. I did not meet anyone new there last night. We woke Ray up and we called it a night. It was a great night for me because I met a Goth girl, danced alittle, and met girls being geniune. I unfortunately did not find the girl that I was looking for. But there will be more nights. My fascination with Direct Game is the ability to tell the girl how you feel and skip the whole will she like me stage? It also is more congruent with my love of romantizing a woman.

My Love of Women

2006-09-07T23:02:00.000-06:00

The best things take time to find.

Most importantly I want to thank Taggart for his kindness in giving me a ride back home from Whole Foods. After my workout this morning I did some much needed shopping.

After Taggart dropped me off I changed and we both met with Sifu to watch one of Zan's DVDs. I must tell you that what he covered on the DVD really clicked with my form of approaching any woman.

There are two major schools of socializing, one called Indirect and the other Direct. Most of my friends focus on Indirect game, which avoids showing interest to a girl that he is attracted to. Direct game is the opposite, you state your interest to the girl and let nature take its course.

I love Direct game due to its ability to allow me to romantizice the girl alittle. I love women, and I'm lucky enough to have a job where I see many of them. Young and Old, they are all beautiful. One thing that I put behind me was my ability to make any woman feel appreciated, I recall many instances where i would compliment a woman on her style, looks, smile, energy without looking for an outcome. Lately I think this has been the missing piece in my socializing with the fairer sex.

As I mentioned to Cash and Taggart, I want to be that guy that the girls think of as the classiest, noblest, and most interesting guy they have come accross. That was the purpose of me kissing each girls hands when I would introduce myself to groups of them and why I would never pick a target. I want to be that dashing gentleman, and in doing so I wanted to have the girls respect, love, admiration and protection.

So, I have decided that next time that I'm out I will change my approaches alittle bit to genuinely compliment only the women that I find fascinating. And therefore let nature take its course. Zan's approach really made sense and I realized that its not about getting laid but being that man that women open up to emotionally and physically.

I'm by no means a player or pickup artist. What I want is the ability to talk to any woman of any age with confidence and determination.

Attempting to Sell a Shoe String

2006-09-05T22:45:00.000-06:00

Today was the first time that I felt like an actual salesman. I started the day by heading off to Hugo Boss. Before catching my second bus I stopped by the Jamba Juice Downtown for an Acai Charger. I was alittle put off by the sanatary conditions at the place, though I thought it's just me. So with my Jamba Juice I caught my second bus, I would have hoped that I could listen to some Guns N' Roses while on the bus but my Ipod was not cooperating. I did notice a very attractive woman sitting in the seat on the other side of the aisle. I was so drawn by her professional attire, she was really put together and I wondered this is probably the type of woman who likes the Opera, drinks wine and enjoys a good book every so often. Cashie, Taggarton, Ray, Tadpole, Sifu, and Obe have crowned me the King of Direct Openers. This however was very intimidating to me, sometimes when I'm in the presence of a woman that is that confident about herself I begin to focus on my own flaws. Which I shouldn't I mean everyone has their faults.

Growing up I lacked alot of confidence in myself, like many kids I was always pushed around and left out. I guess even now that I'm older and have accomplished so much in my life I can't help but fall back into the memories of those past events. So, no I did not talk to the woman. Eventhough in my head I could already see myself looking over at her and introducing myself, complementing her on her style and even asking if I could get to know her better. Nothing hard about that.

So I made it to Hugo Boss, there are a few people who I credit with my skills as a salesman. Jorge and Ryan who really hold alot of my admiration and respect for all of their wisdom. Things were very slow so we decided to send out some letters inviting clients to the store to see our New Fall Collection. I felt that the examples of the letters were very dry, they were lacking any real intrigue. And with all things I felt that we needed to make the letters stand out alittle more. So, in my attempts to write a letter that would both gain interest and do me justice I found myself describing to the client wonderful Fall scenes where the deep colors of our Fall Collection would be essential. The best description came to me when I was thinking about one of our new Orange Label shirts, ex.

Our new light weight shirt evokes the scenes of royal crests printed on a vintage marble canvas~~ Gucci

This was the description that earned me a great sale, a gentleman came in very interested in our Conductor hat. And I worked my magic by describing the shirt above. He loved the description and wanted to see the shirt, fortunately for me he loved the look and the fit. By the time we were done I had not only found some quality items that he wanted to wear but also had him try on our $115 dollar Hugo Boss shoestring. Alittle background, ever since we received the shoestring with a coin dangling from it, no one has even considered wearing it. I was estatic that I had gone further than anyone else at the store, and if the gentleman had bought it I would have truly gotten many praises from all of my fellow salespeople.

So with a good sale I headed to my second job. And God forbid that I would neglect stopping at Whole Foods for some Pizza, and an Acai Naked Juice~~ I adore those. So to my second job. I was feeling the effects of being out late last night but somehow I had enough energy to greet and uplift many of the residents with my trademark smile. Of course everyone complimented me on my new hair. They said I looked much younger, and honestly I feel younger too.

During the night I was presented with two fabulous meals by some of the ladies in the Tower. Not being a greedy person I shared the Salmon with Sifu who had just returned from his Kung Fu class. I told him about the previous night's adventures with Cashie, Taggart and Tadpole, which he missed out on. Of course I had to mention that Taggart was my Man Servant. That is an inside joke between us. So Sifu retired and I encouraged him to get some rest for the Bottle Service/80's night awaiting us tomorrow night.

I'm more than sure that I will be sending out many Classic Drunken Bitch outs to my friends then. The tally for those counting:

Gucci's Drunken Bitchouts

Sifu: 2
Taggart: 0
Cash: 0
Tadpole: 1
MBox: 1
Obe: 0

Learning Humility, above all else

2006-09-04T23:31:00.000-06:00

What a day, I think this was the best Labor Day weekend ever!

To become a true man you need to learn alot about yourself, sometimes this can be difficult because who you think you are may not be who you really are.

Today I was reminded about who I am. A person that I love and respect very much, Tadpole, reminded me that I should not loose my humble nature in pursuit of my dreams. I know it was hard for him to tell me this but I thank him because now I can improve on this aspect of my life and become a better person for it.

And with the talk out of the way we began the day by picking up Taggart and heading down to Larimer Square for some Gelato. Tadpole was still recovering from his ankle injury but said he was getting better. We stopped off at a clothing store first to take a peak at the fine assortments of Deisel shirts and jeans, not bad I thought especially since the store was having a 30% off everything sale.

Gelazzi which is on Larimer square was the destination, I have never been there before and it really impressed me. The music was relaxing and upbeat, the sound of Oldies music filled the air while the sweet smell of waffle cones circulated inside. There were so many flavors and all of them looked delicious, especially the one's with nuts. Taggart and Tadpole choose a small two flavor delight while I went for a Sundae. The Acai gelato and Coconut were outstanding, I fell in love. Cashie soon contacted us and expressed his desire for some Margaritas.

We were hoping that Rio Grande was open but to our despair it was closed. Damnit, I was really looking forward to their Habanero Salsa. We then headed over to Sonoda's hoping they would have a good Sushi Happy hour, and again we struck out. Finally Cashie called again and we all decided to stop at Lime for some Margs.

I almost forgot, after the Gelato we stopped at a Tobacco store and I purchased my first Cigar. I choose the "Playboy" by Don Diego. The Cigar was highly recommended especially for a first time smoker. I was estatic, and couldn't wait to light the bad boy up.

So, we met Cashie at Lime and we enjoyed (I should say Taggart, Tadpole, and Cashie) some Margaritas. I stuck with the Lemonade, the waitress was surprised at my order. I found myself winking at her after I asked her for a Lemonade, the wink is so natural to me. I could tell that she was attracted, because after i winked she held eye contact with me and smiled. And every time she would come by she would look at me before looking at the boys. I of course pussed out and did not do anything. The food was good and the conversation was great, Tadpole insisted on giving Cashie a hard time about the UrbanMonarch business cards. All for fun of course, we laughed and shared stories about the previous night's escapades. Not to mention the stories about the Chili Cheese Dogs from 7-11 at 3:00AM, and a visit from Ms. Jill.

Tadpole left afterwards to rest his ankle and I thanked him again for the "Radical Honesty" he laid upon me. Cashie, Taggart and I then stopped by at Front Porch, the place was empty and we were the only ones inside. We enjoyed some libations and talked about what guys talk about, women, liquor, music, going out, and Cigars. When we were closing out our tabs Cashie stuck up a conversation with a group of people sitting at the bar. One of the girls noticed the Cigar hanging inside Cash's breast pocket and inquired about it. Cashie told the girl that the Cigar was mine, she looked over at me and asked me what it was for. I of course told her that we were celebrating the success of our online magazine "UrbanMonarch.com." I was alittle amazed at her curiosity with the site and the Cigar, she was cute. We did not talk for long before we left Front Porch.

We ran over to catch the "Greasy Pole" and I bantered with Taggart which I call "The Boss." I reminded him about the time when I got him in trouble at Cheetahs by referring him as my Boss and having the dancers harrass him for more money. I'm sorry Taggarton, it was funny though. I would have kept my Samba Room menu but my Man Servant, Taggart as he is also known, would not carry it for me. Damn Man Servant!

We decided to head to Lucky Strike Lanes in the Pavilions for some beers. By this time I was itching to smoke my fine Cigar. So, finally out in the balcony I popped my Cigar out and attempted to light it. And in all honesty I must have gone through six matches before I got one to stay lit long enough to light the Cigar. The wind and the matches were not cooperating, and I was beginning to look less cool with each match blowing out. But finally I got one to stay lit and I enjoyed a few puffs before the Cigar came to life. The Cigar had a spicy taste, Taggart also took some puffs and enjoyed the flavor. Of course a few pictures were taken in attempts to look cool. Cashie enjoyed a good beer and I enjoyed the sight of our cocktail waitress, she was cute. She also had Bugs Bunny teeth, I wanted to mention it to her and banter alittle with her but again I could not get the nerve to do so.

So after Lucky Lanes it was off to Coyote Fugly. Of course the place was empty, there were some guys and a few girls around but nothing to brag about. We found more enjoyment eating the Ghosts on the Mrs. Pacman game and saving the world from the greed of space aliens. The combination of booze and trying to avoid death "Bees" was not a good mix as we found out. But nevertheless we had fun. The bartender challenged the guys to see who could beat her at finishing a beer against her by pouring it into a shot and consuming it until it was all gone. Six guys must have accepted the challenge, of course all six of them lost. It was funny though to see a bunch of guys pouring shots of beer into a shot glass and going nuts trying to beat the bartender.

Afterwards Taggart called it a night and Cashie and I headed back to his place for a quick glass of booze before jouneying to "Diamonds" for some entertainment. We got our drink on and Cashie threw on his svelte Velvet sportscoat. And we were off, to Diamonds. Cashie had some free passes and we got in for free. The place was slow and there were only a few good looking dancers inside. I was already thinking, damnit we could have gone to PT's. Cashie did not stay long before calling it a night. Obe called me while I was inside and told me about his escapades earlier in the day. I think I had more fun talking to Obe than looking at the girls. But anyway, I left alittle later and still had the yearning to hit some clubs before retiring. I was in the middle of two roads, go home and get some sleep or go bar hopping?

I decided to just call it a night, besides Tuesday night will be Sifu's Bday Celebration. And I know that I can have much more fun then. Well I hope everyone had a fun Labor Day weekend and now its back to the "Grind."

Taddy thanks again. And to Taggart, Cashie and Sifu I can't wait until Tuesday night.

Cold Ass Saturday Night

2006-09-03T03:34:00.000-06:00

Last night was cold as hell, but Obe and I pulled through.

The night began with a quick stop at Front Porch, Marcus was working the door last night. The place looked packed but we choose to skip it. We walked to "The Tavern," I had never been there before and from all of the hype Ray and Obe were making I thought I would take a look. We walked quite a way and finally reached it, of course there was a long ass line outside. Obe mentioned that the wait would be worth it. In no time we were inside. The place was pretty packed and it was not as bad as I thought it would be. The music was pretty cool and there were alot of girls there. The only drawback was the tiny bar on the first floor. We must have waited at least 15 min for a drink, Obe ordered some Red Bull and Vodka's and opened a set next to him. I could not hear what the discussion was about but I could tell that one of the girls was caressing his shoulder.

So with the drinks in hand we decided to scope out the place alittle. Before we left the bar I picked up a couple Attraction Indicators from very attractive women, I of course wussed out on the opportunity to talk to them. We headed upstairs where there was an open balcony. Damn it was cold, upstairs we ran into three other guys whom we know including MBox. We chatted for a bit and walked around the balcony looking for some attractive girls. Obe noticed a two set and went over to talk to them, the two were a part of a four set. I of course walked over to the other two who were looking over the railing, my intention was to keep them distracted long enough for Obe to get to know the girls he was interested in. But, as I was heading over he stopped me and asked me, "What day is it today?" The question caught me off guard, and as it turned out the two girls he was talking to were not receptive.

We then headed over to the bar and the Bartender whom I know picked up the tab on two Washington Apple shooters. As soon as we took them down Obe was already tasting the effects. Damn Obe~ I thought you were going to pass out or something by the reaction to the shooter. It was funny though. We then decided to head back downstairs, on the way to the stairs I noticed an attractive two set. I of course went over and introduced myself, I thought of using a different opener than the normal one that I use. It did not go over too well and I lost the edge so I decided to leave. Obe was kind enough to offer some criticism which I will hold on to.

We then headed downstairs where we again waited forever for some water. Obe again opened a lone wolf at the bar, while he was busy talking to her I noticed a very cute blonde dancing with her petite friend. I waited too long and they eventually left. But as luck would have it I saw them once again. And as they were walking by I got the attention of the Blonde and told her,

Gucci: You have the most beautiful smile I have seen tonight (Pause), What is your name?

The blonde kept walking as I said this and I finally got her to stop and come back to me, she gave me her hand and I introduced myself. Nothing came out of it though. But it was not going to be the end of me.

We left "The Tavern" and headed over to my second home "Slim 7." I assured Obe we would have a great time. Along the way we chatted about the performance at "The Tavern." It was not really much to be excited about other than opening some sets.

Slim 7's doors opened up to us and we headed in. Of course I ran into "The Rose" ~ Rosie and greeted him. The place was pretty packed and there were some cute sets inside. A three set kept passing back and forth in front of us, and I could see several Inexperienced men trying to get their attention by casually reaching out and making cat calls to them. The girls of course passed right by without even noticing them. I of course was not going to be put off by the challenge. I expressed to Obe my desire to meet these girls, besides their just women. Yes they were hot, but what the fuck do they have that makes them unique. I was going to find out. So on our way out I saw them again, and I went over to the hot Asian and told her:

Gucci: Every guy here has tried to pick you up tonight, what makes you special?

She of course heard what I said but didn't give me a moment of her attention. I of course was not going to sit there to wait for her response. So I left. Obe gave me some good advice on how I could have broken through her "Bitch Shield." I gave her too much validation the manner that I opened her, but no problem at least now I found the wisdom to look beyond their looks to find something more interesting.

Later on we called it a night. Though the night was not as productive and both Obe and I were not focused we got some good experience. We ended the night with some decent Village Inn food.

Sunday night will be another opportunity to do even better, and this time Ray will be on board. As they say "Threes the Charm." So, stay tuned for an even better report of this Labor Day Sarge Weekend.

Beauties at Slim 7

2006-08-31T10:01:00.000-06:00

So much in life is unexpected, especially when it comes to something that you desire. Last night MBox, Taggart and I stopped by Slim 7. First MBox and I showed up and Taggart joined us later that night.

It's always a pleasure seeing Rosie~the Bouncer at the door. MBox and I stopped by and chatted with him for a while. I decided to wear my Just Cavalli shirt tonight, and again received many compliments. Once inside the place was beginning to fill up, it felt more like the weekend than Wednesday night. Nevertheless, I walked in and headed over to the bar to greet the bartenders and get something to drink. I don't drink on the weekdays, and I choose to stick with Cranberry Juice. Looking around I could already see many beautiful girls streaming by. I could tell it was already going to be a good night. Before long MBox was already talking to many girls. I for one was not looking to socialize much that night.

It was not until Taggart showed up in his green polo that I got more into a socializing mood. Taggart and I later found Bill and thanked him for allowing us to use the Lounge for the our Model Photoshoot. He mentioned he was happy to have been a part of it.

Taggart and I then decided to look for MBox who was MIA. Suddenly, a cute Asian girl thrusted two Budwiser "Selects" in our hands. I was taken by surprise, I wondered Wow I haven't even gotten her name and she's already trying to get me drunk. Taggart wasn't as concerned and quickly took the beer and began to drink it. But, I having been around the block alittle more than Taggart asked the girl, "How do I know there aren't any roofies in here, as far as I know you're probably trying to pick up both of us." Of course she had to laugh and assured me that though she was attracted to us, she was not that type of girl. And with that assurance i drank the beer. Taggart and I then headed over to find MBox, on the way I bumped into some other people I knew and even ran into Rosie. Eventually we found Mbox, you can't miss the guy since he was wearing his hat tonight. To our surprise he was already number closing the same Asian girl who gave Taggart and I drinks earlier.

Damn MBox, he just doesn't let an opportunity get away. Then I saw her, a statuesque slender gorgeous woman. If there was ever an example of the type of girl that I'm most attracted to she would be the perfect choice. I didn't want to tell the guys for fear that they would hold me to the challenge of going over and talking to her. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to meet her. So I told the guys, "There is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I'm going over to talk to her." Taggart gave me some pointers on how to introduce myself, my heart was pounding already and to make things more complicated she was sorrounded by other guys. But as many guys already know, don't doubt what I can do. So with my Budwieser "Select" in my hand I walked past her to the entrance, I gathered my thoughts and then walked back.

Damn there were alot of guys around her, but I was not going to pass the opportunity. I kindly made my way passed the people around her, at this point she was facing away from me. I got to her and gently grazed her forearm to get her attention. She turned around, I looked into her eyes and moved in. Now with my mouth close to her ear I told her, "I wanted to come over and tell you that you are absolutely stunning." She pulled back and gave me the most unexpected response. I honestly was already expecting her to say thank you and turn away from me. But what she did left me stunned, she turned around faced me and gently grazed my shoulder with her arm. I of course, fouled out majorly because I did not stay to find out what would have happened.

It's the area where I need the most improvement. As I have been told I have no fear of approaching women or even directly expressing my interest. Where I mess up is staying in the conversation long enough to find out what will happen. I could say that at least I met the girl of my dreams.

I kept thinking, I should have followed up her attraction to me with questions about herself. I can tell everyone for sure that the next time I run into her or any other woman of her caliber I will not be so rushed to leave.

And that was the night, Taggart and Mbox were stunned at my blowup.

At least MBox number closed a cute Asian girl, the highlight of the night.

Catching Up

2006-08-28T23:08:00.000-06:00

Saturday night wasn't very eventful. I was dissapointed with the venue where Obe, Ray and I ended up at. I heard decent things about "The Shelter" which is next to Vynil. The weather wasn't really cooperating either, but aside from the fact I wish I would have brought my jacket.

Obe and Ray picked me up and we first headed to Slim 7 to begin the night. We all ordered Red Bull and Vodkas and hung out for a while. Again I must emphazise how cool Bill is, I ran into him inside and thanked him again for allowing us to use his club for the photoshoot. He introduced me to some of his friends and we all got a kick from how we met Rosie the bouncer. Rosie is the BEST F****G BOUNCER in Denver, CO PERIOD!!!!! Obe and Ray headed over to the back and I went over to join them, on the way there I picked up a foul smell. I suppose someone farted, God Lord it was aweful. It's worse when you're in an enclosed area and there are people all over the place. Regardless, I pushed my way as far as I could from the smell. Obe and Ray got a kick from my ordeal.

Obe wondered why I liked going to Slim 7, he made it clear that he really wasn't into Bars. And honestly I really enjoy Slim 7 for the following reasons:

1. The motif and decorating is so unlike any other place in Denver. It has an upscale lounge feel which I appreciate.
2. The entrance. The stairs going down allow you to make an entrance.
3. Rosie the Bouncer. BEST F*****G BOUNCER in Denver, CO. If you know him you understand, if you don't it's your loss.
4. The exclusive feel, there are no signs no advertisements. If you know where the place is then you're hooked up. If you don't then you're missing out.
5. The Bartenders which are F*****G cool. Erin is the best one, he can great Vodka Soda.
6. The owner and staff are not pricks. Though the lounge is popular and hot, it did not inherit the attitude and arrogancy of some of the other places.

Obe, Ray and I finished our drinks and headed out. I have never had Red Bull and Vodka before and I can tell you that I'm sticking to Vodka Soda from now on. The Red Bull really messed me up that night. I coudn't even fall asleep when I got home.

The Church called and we answered. We got Valet parking and headed inside. After I payed the $15 dollar cover I headed in. Saturday's are Salsa nights which is cool. But there are a hell of alot of Mexican people, my people to be clear. I can't say that I enjoyed it much, I haven't been practicing my Salsa and I was more inclined to meeting Blonde girls which there were none that night. I did however open a few sets, but really I wasn't that much into the conversations. I really wanted to meet a girl who was passionate about traveling.

We then decided to walk over to "The Shelter." None of us had been there before and we were anxious to find it due to the rain. Along the way a girl was following us, I turned around and brought her in to the conversation by asking her if she had ever been Cubed. According to Obe I did not pause long enough for the question to fulfill its merit. I didn't care, the moment was there so I took it. She wasn't very attractive and was not interested so I didn't hold the conversation.

Finally, we arrived at "The Shelter" which was half full. I was really not impressed, besides being dark it did not have meticulously dressed people inside. I felt like being inside a GAP store, so many jeans and boring shirts. I felt overdressed and honestly I wanted to leave.

Obe and Ray scoped some good sets and went to work. Obe did awesome meeting some girls out in the patio. Unfortunately the one that he liked was married to a cop. The boys came back and we headed inside. Ray then found a four set and went in, I was impressed. He brought us in and introduced us to four lovely British gals, they must have been over 30. Ray was attracted to a very pleasant woman and he certainly got her attention. Obe meanwhile talked with a gal that was sitting next to him. I was left to entertain a not so attractive, and later would find out that she was the "Slut" of the group Britainair. I was not on the ball, and made the conversation too logical. I could tell she was not interested, and I did not care. Eventually Ray requested that I wing him for a while, which I did. And again I just could not hold the girl's attention. I did however hit her with many logical questions, I found her uninterested answers very funny. But I did keep her talking for a long time. Ray finally came out from the VIP area with his girl and I took a deep breath. The rest of the night was really downhill. I did not see any girls I wanted to talk to, and I was cold as hell. Ray had a good night, he got the telephone numbers from the girl he liked and the one I was winging for him. We headed back to "The Church" and waited forever for the car.

The Valets were running back and forth and the driveway out of the Valet area was slow as hell. People kept hanging out inside their cars and blocking the exit. There is one other element I despise, that is being around people who are looking for trouble. As i looked around I could see plenty of guys just waiting to start shit for any reason. I was hoping it wouldn't lead to that, especially since some of the guys around seemed like the type that could pull out a gun.

Those types of idiots always seem to be around "The Church," and Vynil on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. And that's the reason why I don't like venturing out to those places on those days. So, my new objective is never to go on those nights ever again.

I can't really say that this weekend was good, the morning meeting at Hugo Boss and the crappy night on Saturday night was not a good way to start my freedom on the weekends. The photoshoot was outstanding though and hanging out with Drunk Cash, Drunk Taggart, Drunk Tadpole, Drunk and Gassy Bob, Sifu, the girls and several Mojitos on Sunday was very cool.

Next weekend will come soon and I will definately make up for the poor showing.

Successes on Saturday

2006-08-26T21:37:00.000-06:00

This day I met Apollo Ono the speedskater. He came by the Hugo Boss store, I didn't recognize him except for the goatee. He was a really cool guy, and he had an entarouge, some big bling too. Before going to work I headed down to Slim 7 to UrbanMonarch's first Model photoshoot. Unfortunately due to my schedule I was unable to stay for the entire shoot, but the from what I saw things went excellent. Our model was fantastic and the crew did a fantastic job with the lights. I must say that the owner completely hosted us and deserves incredible acknowledgement.

The photos for the shoot will be up in next week, to see them visit UrbanMonarch.com

The day at Hugo Boss was great, I outsold everyone at the store and bought myself some new clothes. I'm sporting a dark pink french cuffed shirt tonight.

I'll post details of the night when I return at 2:30AM.

Until then patience, good stories to come.

Getting Ripped

2006-08-24T23:37:00.000-06:00

Congratulations, I've gotten all my workouts in this week. The 24 Hour Fitness in Cherry Creek has been a blast. But, only one area is giving me problems. My left arm is still lagging behind, I have been dropping down in weight just to do any bicep work. I was alittle dissapointed until I realized that I can still burn the hell out of the muscle with lower weight by doing more reps.

Tonight, after my run home from my job I picked up the dumbbells and went to work on my shoulders, and biceps. My triceps are still sore from the workout on Tuesday. The most difficult thing today was not going out, Sifu and his girlfriend invited me out for a Modeling Party at Purple Martini. And another friend of mine also invited me out. So, it was either run home and get a quick workout or go out and stay out.

Fortunately for me I choose to run home and get a workout. I honestly want to spend more time working out and getting rest. My goal is to give my body the rest, nutrition, and workouts it needs to really get ripped. I have never been this far in my workouts before. A long time ago when I was playing for Metro State College of Denver I had defined abs and huge legs from playing soccer. I despised doing upper body work, I just lacked the passion for it. These days I can't get enough of it.

Friday night I have several invitations lined up, the question is do I go out or stay in get a good nights sleep and go for a long run in the mornings like before. All sound tempting.

So it's settled a long run on Saturday morning it is. I will definately make up for lost time by having several fantastic stories of Saturday night this weekend.

I plan on doing alittle drinking, talking to many women, and partying it up.

No Respect for Fashion

2006-08-24T00:56:00.000-06:00

Today was my third day at my new job. I must say that I despise the cheap polos we have to wear as part of the uniform. The fabric is repulsive, especially for me. But today was my day, I pimped myself out to the max and showed up to work. I of course lied about loosing my polo ; ) Oh yes, well the victory was short lived because I was rewarded with a new polo shirt. At least this one is much better, I guess I can manage wearing this one.

Saturday is the Photoshoot at Slim 7 with our model. I can't wait to see how it will turn out. I have to say that everytime that I deal with the owner of Slim 7 he leaves every interaction with a professionalism and upbeat attitude that I have not seen in years. It truly was a pleasure discussing business with him. Cashie and I will be interviewing the model and I have come up with some good questions for her, my favorites are:

1) Before your time is over, what contribution would you like to leave behind?

2) Thinking of Leonardo's "Mona Lisa, " If an artist was inspired to paint a portrait of you what would it look like?

3) From your experience while out at a bar/club, what has been the most impressive way that a guy has introduced himself to you?

You'll have to pardon my departure but I will be writting more about this soon. In the meantime goodnight.

Save it for the Weekend

2006-08-24T00:33:00.000-06:00

To all my loyal readers, forgive my recent absence. So far I have turned two invitations down this week, MBox called on Monday and wanted to continue the "Strip Club Tour 2006" but I turned it down. Sunday night I joined Taggart, Sifu, Cashie, and Tadpole at Mynt where they enjoyed some libations. This was the first time I turned drinks down, I stuck to my water and cranberry juice all night. Cashie was in the zone drinking wise, he was estatic to see me which is always surprising. Tadpole brought his girlfriend and failed to introduce me to the lovely young lady sitting next to her. No worries, I have been away for some time so I caught up on the gossip and news from the boys. They were all drunk, and Cashie was going to make this my night to remember. He looked over yonder and spotted a nice looking set of ladies standing by a pillar. Of course he pushed me in to meet them, and how could I refuse. I was not really in the mood to talk to women that night, yes even I have my off nights.

I went over to the ladies and graced them with the following;

Gucci: Ladies, how are you doing tonight?

Smiley: Good

Grumpy: Ok (She turns back to Smiley in an uninterested fashion)

Gucci: I hear you're the party girls here, where is a good place to party tonight?

Smiley: I don't know, I don't go out on Sundays

Grumpy: I don't know

Gucci: For party girls you really don't know very much, So what do you do?

Smiley: I go to school, and you?

Grumpy: What did you say? (Talking to me)

The music was awefully loud and apparently she did not hear what I had said. I did not repeat myself but Smiley did. Grumpy was really not attracted to me and she let me know with a bitchy manner. No problem, I continued:

Gucci: (Looking at Grumpy) You must be the bitchy one.

Smiley laughs and looks over at Grumpy who is just standing there with her eyes wide open ready to say something back to me, but she doesn't. At this point a good wing would have been priceless, but since Taggart, Cash, Sifu, and Tadpole were all drunk they all dropped the ball. I didn't feel like talking anymore so I gave each of them UrbanMonarch business cards and left.

We then headed over to Purple Martini where we did Kareoke. Cashie went up first and sung what else but Depeche Mode, he rocked out "I want to be your own personal Jesus." Sifu was reluctant to perform but with a good reminder of his capabilities he was quickly singing "Hotel California.' Taggart then signed himself up and myself as well. Taggart perfoming under his alias "Lance" was up first and performed a George Michael song "Freedom." Then it was I, my Armani Collezioni jacket, Prada shirt, Hugo Boss slacks, and Donald J. Pliner were set to rock Purple Martini with Guns N' Roses' "Paradise City." As soon as the intro came on I felt a rush of energy, I rocked the hell out of that song and the boys joined me on stage to give the crowd a true performance. Sifu caught the performance on tape, and as of today I'm still waiting for him to post it on Youtube.com

Later on Cashie left, Sifu and his girlfriend went home. Taggart and I headed over to DC10 to finish off the night. Once we got there I was shocked to see the amount of people inside. The people were stylish and hip, I felt right at home. It was the first time I have ever seen people dressed in the likes of New York, Las Vegas or any other bigger city. The styles were impressive. Mine was riight up to par, in fact it was so appealing that a few guys tried to hit on me. One came over to the bar where I was standing and began to rub my Armani Collezioni jacket, I didn't think much of it but then he began to bump into me in hopes that I would look over and say something. I ignored the guy and realized that another guy was making faces at me. Good Lord, I'm into women people.

Taggart sure had the balls that night, he approached several girls and number closed a cute Asian girl. He was attempting to have me meet her but I told him she was not my type. He quickly rushed over and had her laughing, and when we left he went over and completely made the guy who was talking to her look like a fool while he number closed her.

It was a good night.

I'm a New Man

2006-08-14T22:54:00.000-06:00

First I want to thank all of my friends (Sifu, Taggart, Cash, Tadpole, and Obe) for their wisdom and encouragement. There are alot of successes that I have achieved this week already. Tonight I worked out with Obe and bench pressed the most weight in my life (145lbs). Thank you Obe for the encouragement and all of the spotting. I also blew my previous high's on the Squat (now 205 lbs), Leg Press (now 405 lbs), and Back Row (now 180 lbs).

Before the end of the month I will start to run in the mornings, can't wait to enjoy the cool mornings again. I have to get back to Triathlon shape. I have also decided not to drink or get drunk anymore, it's fast becoming a waste of my money and making me look like an ass in front of my friends.

I can't wait for the December, I'm planning on taking another trip to Europe. Can't wait to go back to Italy, a friend invited me to Barcelona which I may also consider.

I met a wonderful girl today while eating at Whole Foods. The interaction really helped me realize that eventhough I have met at least a hundred women I'm still afraid to open up and be genuine. Physically she was stunning but it was something else that drew me to her. I made her laugh and left after introducing myself, I should have talked with her longer but left because I just didn't know what to talk to her about.

Now that I will be going out less during the week I will have time to grow and pay more attention to the areas of my life that I have neglected.

I also realized that though I may have an urge to have sex, I honestly would like to find a long term girlfriend. That will be my goal for the rest of my outings. To find a woman that has the same interests as myself.

Preserve your Legacy

2006-08-13T07:05:00.000-06:00

For many men including myself the lure of the diamond is unattractive. The gem however holds a tremendous importance to women. There are only a few times in a man’s life when the importance of knowing about diamonds comes into play, when he is searching for his bride’s ring and when an important anniversary approaches. Otherwise these gems never seem to play an important role in a man’s life. However, what about the story of the diamond?

What if I was to tell you the story of a precious gem in between of a grueling battle? Can you imagine this story? A galley sails through the ocean on a trip back to the security of its kingdom. Along the way an unknown ship approaches, the Captain quickly rushes a mate to the top of the mast to identify it. After identifying the ship the mate climbs down in haste, he informs the Captain that the vessel is a foe. The Captain quickly prepares to protect the ship, the crew, and most importantly the beautiful diamond in his possession. Finally a grueling battle ensues, both ships fire continually seeking to disable each other. The crew of each ship dance a fierce waltz, the lives of many men expire as swords are thrust into struggling bodies and iron balls pierce and destroy vital veins and arteries. At the end the Captain of the ship overcomes the attack and the precious gem is presented to the King & Queen. The regal couple accepts the diamond and thanks the ship’s Captain, the gratitude is hurried, quickly forgetting the lives that the gem has already expired.

But the real story lies in the curse that the diamond seems to bring upon its patrons. Months after its possession the King perishes of unknown causes, the kingdom now falls under the rule of a bastard King.

Centuries later when the diamond is again illuminated by destiny it is found by a cunning elite jeweler. The gem comfortably awaits under bulletproof glass for its story to continue. Then a man enters and decides that the jewel would be perfect for his loving fiancé.

Would you believe the jeweler if he told you the story behind the particular diamond you desired to purchase? Now that you know of the great battles that raged to protect the jewel would it make it more valuable? Take the story of the Hope Diamond for instance. Being passed down by four Kings and then lost during a Revolution only to be found and then sold because of its curse. Now it sits in a museum.

It was after reading the fascinating story of the Hope Diamond that I developed an interest in Diamonds. Now I understand that not all Diamonds are the same, especially those that contain colors. The most rare and valuable Diamonds are those that come in red, purple, green and orange. Due to elements in the earth these rare Diamonds take on colors that are only found in only one out of every 200,000 Diamonds. Due to their small availability and discovery these Diamonds are sold for more than a Million dollars. According to Robb Report a most recent Sotheby’s Sale of a 3.12-carat pear-shaped intense blue Diamond sold for $956,800. A thought comes to mind when such a large amount of money is involved, will the Diamond sit in a security safe in a large estate or will the wife of a successful entrepreneur be bold enough to wear it out?

I once heard that when a man is ready to purchase a Diamond for his bride that the price of the gem should be equivalent to his salary for four months. Diamonds themselves promise eternity, they are the hardest known natural substance. As a man you may wonder why such a large amount of money should be spent on a Diamond. The real investment is the knowledge that the gem will outlive many generations and if it is passed on it will become more than just an object. The many fantastic stories of struggle, joy, pain, and hope will live on and will forever be tied to your legacy. That lure and promise is far more attractive.

When a friend comes through for you! Thank you Taggart

2006-08-12T04:47:00.000-06:00

Last night was a night to certainly write about. I met twelve women, drank six glasses of vodka & soda, called Sifu and Tadpole to bitch them out, and opened an eight set of lovely ladies.

The night began when Taggart called me to invite me out, he was enjoying the company of Ms. Becca and both were headed to The Church. The establishment is not really one of my favorites, on account that I'm not a big clubber. I prefer the bars and lounges. Nevertheless I accepted the invitation and decided to wear my new Hugo Boss paisley tie. The tie has had an exciting adventure, first it was purchased and then returned then when I was ready to buy it someone lost it. But as destiny would judge the tie would come back to me, and it did. The tie is a collection of color and design, the primary pink is coupled with a collection of greens and blues which remind me so much of the Italian designer Etro. I accented the tie by wearing my black Hugo Boss Slacks, my Hugo Boss Selection black shirt, my trademark Dolce & Gabbana belt, and Cole Hann leather sneakers. The sweet scent of the Hugo Boss Selection cologne completed my look.

Taggart and Becca arrived and we drove down to the Church. Of course upon arrial we were met with a line, no problem there is nothing wrong with waiting to get in. A few minutes after we were in line a bouncer came over looked at me and told me, "I can get you and your group up front, (pause) for a fee." Really I thought, and why would I need to pay to get into this place. When in all my months of being out in clubs I have never paid a bouncer to get in anywhere. I kindly told the bouncer, "I'm not interested." What disrespect, but I brushed off the offense and reminded Becca and Taggart that our presence will be known at all nightclub establishments by the end of this year. While in line I also noticed that there were many children, I gathered that it was probably an 18+ night. I would say to be 18 again, but honestly with all due respect I will pass. Five minutes later we were inside the Church. You could just feel the energy coming from the dance floor like a gust of wind. Taggart was kind enough to buy a round of drinks. Prior to going out I had made it my goal to drink only once a week and i was happy that I could once again taste the sweet Vodka & Soda with lime that I enjoy so much.

The excitement of being out with friends made the night even more enjoyable. Taggart and Becca danced while I looked around to find the lovely ladies that I would meet. Soon a lovely young woman came to the bar and I wasted no time to meet her. She was tall and muscular, her hair was in a ponytail and her name was Julianne. I kindly complimented her on her beauty and enquired what made her unique. Her answer, she told me was that she had a good heart. The conversation was short. Soon Becca spotted a lovely lady walking my way, I went over drew her in with my smile, held her close to me to talk to her and complimented her on her style. She was very humble and thanked me for the compliment, I however did not continue with the conversation due to the sound level. Becca excused herself and Taggart and I chatted for only a few minutes before we were off to explore the other rooms in the church.

The last time I was at the Church was a few years ago during their Halloween night. I recall spending most of the time standing in the crowd hoping to meet some of the lovely ladies that were either dancing or enjoying drinks at the bar. There was a point when I was on the dance floor with five other guys all around two lovely girls dancing. The men including myself were so hesitant to dance next to them or even approach them that it was like a game of chess. All of the men looked at one another hoping desperately that none would have the balls to approach them just so they could still feel they had a chance. The thought of approaching them was on the tip of my tongue as you can call it. Every part of my body wanted to take the few steps towards them, reach out and introduce myself. But my fear of rejection and being humbled in front of the other guys kept me at bay. Five minutes passed, ten minutes, fifteen, finally the girls were tired and left the dance floor. The hopeless guys disappeared as quickly as they had gathered around these two lovely creatures. The only saving grace was that one of the girls smiled at me while they were dancing.

Things of course are different now. As I have matured I have outgrown the anxiety of approaching women. Before, the thought of being rejected was so strong that I cannot believe how many opportunities I passed up. Now that I have met so many lovely women and have realized that being genuine can never lead to rejection I'm no longer part of that group of men waiting to make a move. I have the ability to meet any woman I want. This night at the Church I had quietly made a goal, and that goal was to meet every woman I desired and seek revenge for that time that I was too afraid to meet anyone.

While Taggart and I were walking I noticed eight lovely ladies sitting on a sofa. Their feminine laughs were difficult to ignore, and I had promised my younger brother that I would meet the most attractive women in his honor. And well the bell tolled. I kindly excused myself from Taggart and walked over to the ladies. I stood tall and smiled all the way in, I placed my drink on the table and expressed my appreciation of their beauty. One by one I kissed their palms and introduced myself. One of the lovely ladies was getting married and I wished her a happy marriage. I finished with, "We're loosing a very lovely woman, but I'm sure he's a great guy." With that I excused myself and left with plenty of giggling. I figured the girls probably never had such a great looking guy come over and meet them. After this I had three more drinks and then proceeded to call Sifu and Tadpole to bitch them out. I was feeling good at this point, though I'm sure the bitch outs would not be heard because of the music I didn't care. I met an Israeli girl waiting by some railing, she was nice and I took the opportunity to dwell in her sweet accent for a while. Then I found Becca, Taggart was gone so we decided to look for him. With the lovely Becca on hand I went into another set of four ladies and asked them some general question. They were from Longmont partying in Denver.

Becca and I ended up watching the breakdancers for a while, she jumped in and showed off her moves. Bravo I thought, even the breakdancers were impressed. While Becca was dancing I introduced myself to a female breakdancer and told her, "Not only are you a great dancer, but you're beautiful too." Her hand was sweaty so I skipped the kiss. Becca and I departed and found Taggart. I met another wonder girl standing at the bar and we talked for a while before Becca and Taggart informed me that they would be departing. I excused myself and departed with Becca and Taggart. On the way back I could feel the effects of the six Vodka & Sodas, and honestly I was not going to make it home. Becca and Taggart insisted that they would not allow me to leave under the conditions and Taggart allowed me to stay at his place.

Upon entering Taggarts home I passed out and dreamed of green fields and blue skies. I can not express my gratitude enough to Taggart and Becca for allowing me to spend the night and taking care of me in my drunken state. I owe the both of you my life. And with that I learned my limitations with drinking and where I need to improve in order to breakthrough my hesitation of escalating conversations with the lovely women I have met.

My Seduction by a Sexy Shiraz

2006-08-10T00:06:00.000-06:00

What a sweet end to a three day vacation. The last sip of the '02 Australia Canonbah Bridge Shiraz reminded me of Rome all over again. My day started when I received an urgent notice from an Insurance Inspector who was inspecting a possible termite problem in my Condominium building. Though I was not informed of his visit my grandiose home was clean and vibrant. He informed me that I may need to take a short leave in order for reparations to be made on the foundation of the building. Apparently my new wood floors were going to be removed in order to repair the joists. I was feeling a little worried trying not to imagine my pristine home being tore up. I was assured though that the HOA Insurance would cover all expenses. Alright, I figured nothing wrong with being away for a while, but where would I go? I thought about the possibilities of staying with friends or even family. The thought of being away from my sanctuary was something I could fathom. After all there is no other place that can match my comforts.

My elegant sofa, my sound system, my art, hardwood floors, and the peaceful reflection of the moon on my windows make my home what it is. Finally it was time to workout with Obe. I met him at 24 hour fitness but could not find him inside, I knew he had driven by when I was walking to the gym but I could not find him. I finally took one more stroll in the dumbbell area and found him throwing around a barbell 85 lb barbell. He mentioned that he had started to work out because he figured I was not going to show up. Please I thought, me not show up for a kickass arm's session. I quickly got dressed and joined Obe.

I still cannot figure out why my left arm has been so weak, I began to feel strange tingling sensations when we were out in Vegas. I attempt to remember if maybe I hit my arm somewhere but honestly I cannot remember much of that Vegas trip. Regardless with Obe's help I pumped out many sets of bicep and tricep exercises. My left wrist kept giving out but I resisted the urge to listen to it. I kept pumping those weights focusing only on the movement. Obe was a rock star, he was throwing around heavier weights completely blowing out his past records. His success motivated me to do the same, but honestly I had been away for a month and lost a lot of strength. I still kicked ass by blowing away my records.

Part of my motivation to meet Obe to workout is listening to his successes and picking up advice on improving my status. But tonight was all about pretending the weights were the women in our lives. Everytime I would hit exhaustion, Obe would remind me that the weight was the girl I was trying to pick off the ground. To be honest I don't think the women that I'm attracted to weight that much, unless their carrying a little extra baggage. But nevertheless, these were big girls.

So, with plenty of laughter we finished up our workout and headed over to Whole Foods which is my favorite supermarket. As many of my good friends know I will not shop anywhere else, I must shop at Whole Foods period. I ordered the delicious Seafood Tacos and Obe decided to skip dinner. Checking my phone I noticed Vladimir and Tadpole had called me. Tadpole who had just gotten back in town wanted to meet to discuss business. I of course was happy to oblige and told him I would meet him later.

Once I arrived I quickly cleaned myself up and noticed that my hair was looking gorgeous. With this in mind I decided to breakout my Hugo Boss blazer. I met Tadpole and we walked down to Cru which is in Larimer Square. This would be my second time there and I cannot praise the food and most of all the great selection of wines. I have been craving a good wine for weeks now. I chose a Flight of Sexy Shiraz and was presented with three distinct variations. Here are the wines and my ratings in no particular order:

1)Landskroon, Paarl, South Africa '03
Characteristic Smoky flavors and rich fruitiness with bright ruby color. Spicy cherry aromas with lively raspberry flavors, complemented by good subdued oakiness.

My rating: I could definitely taste the fruitiness of the wine, and it had a wonderful light flavor. The scent was wonderful. This is my second pick.

2) Canonbah Bridge, Drought Reserve Western Plains, Australia '02
The extreme location of the estate really lends itself to small yields. This highly impressive dark fruited Shiraz has spice, texture, and length.

My rating: This was by far the best. My top choice of all three of the Shirazs. The taste was lengthy and subtle. I will purchase a bottle of this wonderful Shiraz.

3) Chateau Val Joanis, Cotes du Luberon, Rhone, France '01
This beautiful wine is elegant & powerful, with a dark purple color. Slightly spiced & smoked, mild aromas of berries, dried plums, and stewed fruits shine through.

My rating: My least favorite the lingering taste of plums was too strong to enjoy. I did not finish the sample. It was a good wine by all means but not to my taste.

Tadpole had wonderful news about our New Online Magazine "Urban Monarch." We have been accruing many new subscribers and will soon celebrate our 100th subscriber. After we discussed business I expressed great interest in arranging Sifu's upcoming birthday party.

My intentions are to have an elegant dinner, tuxedo optional. And have bottle service at Slim 7. I will be in charge of the details but be sure it will be a night to remember. At the end of our meal I led Tadpole to Slim 7 to visit with my favorite bouncer Rosie. Rosie invited us in for drinks but I declined due to my work schedule the next day. Tadpole and I enjoyed a pleasant walk back and caught up on the gossip and excitement he had missed.

Tomorrow I go back out to socialize with the lovely ladies of Denver with most of my crew and be sure I will have quite an adventure to share. In the meantime, adieu lovies.

Gucci

You have Crabs? That's Aweful!

2006-08-09T03:30:00.000-06:00

Last night I was entreated by my younger brother's company while I headed to Downtown Denver to take in a show. I met the Kid at Virgin Megastore and almost did not recognize him. I've taken care of him ever since he was small, and he has really turned out to be a great guy. Ever since he has taken up the art of Karate I feel hesitant to roughouse with him now adays. But what surprised me most was his confidence being out on his own.

We met up and headed over to catch Talladega Nights: The ballad of Ricky Bobby. I was looking forward to the movie since Will Ferrell is hillarious. After watching the movie I found it to be dissapointing, I'm not a big fan of Nascar so I was unimpressed by the storyline. Regardless, the movie did have its good moments. I should have seen Miami Vice, but I suppose it will have to wait until another day. Leaving the teather I turned on my cellphone and noticed that I had received two calls.

Sifu and MBox had called me to find out the plan for the night. MBox would not be out but Sifu was eager to have some company. I of course could not say no to Sifu, he's like a brother to me and I owe him my appreciation for many things. The message threw me off because it was alittle reminiscent of what a Stalker would sound. Part of it was, "Gucci, Gucci, where are you? It is I call me as soon as you get this message." His voice sounded different which made me worried I may have a stalker. I called him and was relieved to find out he was joking around, Pervert.

The Kid and I stopped by McDonald's and ordered some goodies. I sent my brother back home and I headed up to Sifu's place who was waiting for his Lovely Girlfriend to get ready. We caught up and discussed the urgent issues at hand. Like Cash's obsession with Urban Monarch, I love you Cashie. Sifu, his girlfriend and I then decided to start the night at Tryst. I had only been there once and found it alittle too laid back for my taste, but we could not pass up the opportunity to indulge in several beverages. Later on in the night Cashie, and his friend Donnie joined us and now there were five. Sifu was having a blast playing with his new camera, we field tested the camera and took several pictures of us enjoying each other's company. There was even one shot of a guy's ass, who was trying to pull off the jeans hanging on half of his ass. The shot was taken solely to test the zoom capabilities of the camera, or so we thought.

On our way to our next venue i noticed two lovely ladies waling towards us. I called shotgun on the set and inquired if the ladies knew where Slim 7 was located. They of course obliged and gave us directions, not like we needed them. After the ice breaker we introduced ourselves and had a wonderful conversation until Cashie joined in. Cash's lovely voice caused one of the girls to take it as offensive, she thought that Cash was making fun of her lovely Eastern European accent. But of course it was the manner in which he spoke which was no disrespect to the lovely lady, she understood and accepted Cash's apology. One of the girls was from Chicago and I was very attracted to her, it was her classy style that caught my eye. She dressed in t a black dress that elegantly hugged her figure. We then headed over to Monarch where the bouncer ushered us in after recognizing me from afar. I love that guy. Upon entry again one of the bartenders flagged me down and asked how I was doing. I could not remember who he was but obliged to his free drinks, I of course took care of him by leaving an excellent tip. We drank and Sifu was kind enough to show us some dance moves, the best one was the doggie dance which comprised of pulling one's leg up and making a humping movement. Of course the challenge was to do the doggie dance to any of the gorgeous ladies on the dance floor, I was of course not drunk enough to take the challenge.

After Monarch, Cashie retired and Donnie, Sifu, Sifu's girlfriend and I headed over to Vynil. Sifu's girlfriend's brother works as a bartender so enjoyed VIP treatment all the way. Once inside Donnie requested to see me in action. I could not say no so I began my night by socializing with a few groups of ladies to get warmed up. Most of these ladies were not my type but it was just a warmup. Eventually I found a set which was gorgeous, they were both tall and had amazing bodies. Donnie made it my challenge to talk to them and I was not about to pass it up. So as both ladies were walking by I complimented their beauty to break the ice and continued:

Gucci: Ladies, you are absolutely beautiful. I had to say hi.

TallLovies: Oh, that's so sweet, thank you.

Gucci: You of course realize how hard it is for most guys to even look at you. They spend most of the night enjoying your beauty but are too afraid to even come and talk to you.

TL: What is your name?

Gucci: (I take each of their hands and kiss them as I introduce myself) My name is Michaelangelo. And you are?

TL1: Hi I'm ______(forgot)

TL2: I'm ______(forgot as well)

Gucci: It was my pleasure to meet you, I will see you guys soon.

TL: We'll be here, bye.

Donnie was impressed but was not satisfied and asked me to talk to another set of lovies sitting on a couch. One of those lovelies had been looking at me while we were at the bar. I noticed a guy sitting next to them and patiently figured out my approach. Once I thought of my approach I went over:

Gucci: Excuse me, Do I know you from somewhere?

Crabgirl1: I don't know, you look familiar.

Gucci: Wait, don't tell me I know your name.

Crabgirl1: Oh yea, I met you before. How are you.

Gucci: I'm great. What's going on with you. Still partying hard like always?

Crabgirl1: Whatever I don't party that much, anymore.

At this point another guy shows up and CG1 brings me close to her and tells me to pretend that I'm her boyfriend. I of course oblige. I stand up and cut the guy off before he can come any closer to the lovies:

Gucci: What's up brother, how do you know my girlfriend? (Big smile on my face, while being friendly)

Skinnypunk: Oh, she's your girlfriend?

Gucci: Yes she is. What's your name brother?

Skinnypunk: I'm Dave

Gucci: Well Dave what are you up to tonight. Having fun?

Dave gestures to his other friend who is sitting down on the couch to leave. Dave and the other guy start to walk away. Sifu comes in to give me a hand in case the guys want problems. As they leave I look over at them and yell out, "Hey Dave, It was a pleasure meeting you, have a good night."

I sit with the lovies and they tell me that they could not get rid of the two guys. The two guys were persistent and alittle too eager to get laid. The lovies mentioned that they told the guys that they had crabs, but the guys would not take the hint. In fact one of them thought it was a turn on, Sicko. I chatted with the ladies for sometime, and Sifu came in to give me a hand. I of course needed no help and gave Sifu the sign to leave. Donnie then came in and sat down with the lovies. Sifu and his girlfriend were now getting ready to leave so I excused myself from the lovies leaving them with Donnie. Sifu, his girlfriend and I then caught a ride with one of the best independent driving service in Denver.

Chris who is the driver runs G Ride which is a driving service financed by donations. I could not sing enough praises for the excellent customer service, Chris was very interesting and entreated us with several of his stories. We picked up some breakfast at Leela's and headed home.

Another eventful night, Vynil was not as busy this Tuesday but regardless I talked with five lovely sets of ladies and proved to Donnie that talking to women is not difficult to do.

Denver Strip Club Tour 2006 ~~ The devirgination

2006-08-08T02:16:00.000-06:00

What a night, you would think I walked through a women's fragrance counter by the way I smell. But since I'm not a girl, I would have to tell you that it was the sweet smell lingering from Oleaola's soft body. Yes, it was one of those nights. MBox called me to inform me that he would be performing for one night only. I will not lie to you that I was not going to miss the performance.

I Gucci'd myself up quickly, I have to thank Obe for the workout session that left me sore. Armani Collezioni and Hugo Boss were going to be my weapons tonight, coupled with the scent of Armani Black I was ready for the world. I pumped my legs down 32nd Avenue trying to forget about my aching Quadriceps, thank you boys for throwing down a 185lb weight. Eventually I arrived just in time to listen to MBox win the crowd over with his sweet guitar sytlings.

The adventure began after I presented MBox with free no cover passes to PT's. The sparkle in his eyes needed no explanation. We jumped in his ride and headed down Santa Fe. And there it was PT's, the neon lights were welcoming inside and we could not resist. But something held me back, I felt MBOx's hand on my arm. WTF? I wondered. He wondered if his Poindexter glasses would make him look bad, and I reminded him that although looks matter it's all about having a fun attitude. I placed my hand on his shoulder and reminded him that he was one of the coolest guys. Without hesitation he led the way inside.

This has been the third Strip Club we have visited on this Tour. The first club was La Boheme, and as you have read it was the locale of the Hell's Angel rumble. The second club was the least impressive, Cheerleaders. And I must state strongly that you should stay away from said club ( Cheerleaders) I have never seen such disregard for a woman's body as this place.

PT"s was impressive, the dancers were beautiful and the place was not as busy which was perfect for doing alittle socializing with the ladies. MBox and I grabbed chairs at the bar and ordered some drinks. It was not long before a nice Black dancer approached MBox and began to massage his bald head. She completely ignored me as she gave MBox a free lap dance, that bastard and his bald good looks. Eventually MBox lost interest and kindly excused himself from the dancer. An interesting topic came up, "Who is the best Socializer in Denver?" My passionate answers included Sifu, Obe, Cashie, Taggarton, Tadpole, Thu, and Saint. But just before the debate was going to turn into a heated battle, two lovely ladies came by and introduced themselves.

The blonde lovely pressed herself on Mbox, while the brunette debutante came over to meet me. I had noticed this brunette beauty dancing but like all good socializers I was not going to become a customer by sitting at the stage. And without further ado, I shall now present "The devirgination."

Gucci: Hello, you're beautiful. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Michaelangelo.

C: Hi Michaelangelo, my name is C_____.

Gucci: I noticed you dancing over on the stage

C: Really, why didn't you come over.

Gucci: (WIth a slow and gentle voice) I'm shy.

C: Oh, you don't have to be, you're really cute. How about a lap dance.

Gucci: You're cute too, but tell me (I now bring her close to me and wrap one arm around her waist) what would my mom say if she saw me with a girl like you. I imagine she would be very angry for talking to dirty girls like you.

You must remember that I'm keeping this playful, I'm smiling and making sure she is having fun.

C: I'm not dirty (Smiling)

GuccI: I don't know I don't want to have to spend two hours on the phone being lectured for hanging around with you. You're trouble.

C: No I'm not.

Gucci: So tell me where did you learn to dance like that?

C: I love all sorts of dances

Gucci: Really, like Tango, Salsa, Merengue?

C: Yes, and Raggaeton. I love to dance.

Gucci: I can tell the way you shake that booty. Lord. How often do you workout?

C: I don't work out

Gucci: Bullshit, I can just see you benching at the gym. Throwing around weights left and right, telling your workout buddy, "Oh yeah, I can take another 50 lbs no sweat."

C: No really, I play volleyball. And in high school I used to dive.

Gucci: Really, so which state were you the Diving champ?

C: Pennsylvania, I just moved to Denver. It's my second day working here.

Gucci: Really, that far away. What would your parents say, I bet your mom is going to be mad if she finds out her baby is working at a place like this.

C: No, I don't lie to my mom. I talk to her three times a day. I love my mom.

The most important lesson that I have learned on avoiding the customer label is by bonding with the girls, taking them out of the strip club environment and just talking to them like their a normal girl out at a library or a supermarket.

Gucci: You're a sweet girl. I like you. So what is your passion in life?

C: School

Gucci: Really, you're passionate about books. You're such a bookworm.

C: No, I'm studying to be a beautician. I love hair. My dream is to be a hairdresser for the stars.

Gucci: Really, I love fashion. My friends call me Gucci on account of my love of clothing, appearance, and hair. Can you believe that my hair was longer than it is now.

C: Really, I like you hair.

I pull out my cellphone and show her my pictures when I had long hair. I also show her the pictures of Vegas. For you novices I will tell you that the best way to build comfort with a dancer is by not placing so much attention on her body. Though C had a gorgeous body I made that my last priority, I did not compliment her on her ass, breasts, or any other intimate part of her body. What I did compliment her on was her smile and I kept eye contact the entire time.

Gucci: See I had long hair, but tell me what advice can you give me on styling my hair?

C: Well, you should cut it in this manner and style it in that manner ( She is showing me by gently brushing her hands accross my mane)

Gucci:Oh my God, you are so passionate. You were like, Cut it like this and style it like that ( I energetically imitate her manner and make it alittle goofy). She laughs and as accidently bumps into the guy standing behind her. I continue, I respect you very much because you are your own boss. You could be making money right now but you choose to sit here and talk to me. I respect that.

C: Thanks, I like talking to you. My legs are tired, I've been dancing all day.

Gucci: I'm sore too, my friend Obe pushed me hard in the gym today. Funny story, last time he pushed me this hard I was trying to sprint across the street when the light was about to turn red and my legs gave out in the middle of the street. There I was collapsed, and the cars were coming at me. I could not stand up for the life of me so I crawled back to the sidewalk. I could just imagine what the drivers were thinking, "Damn drunk, it's only 10 AM."

C loved the story and was laughing hard.

I continued, "C, please tell me about your love for cars." Being presumptious of course.

C: I love cars, I have a Spyder.

Gucci: Really, you're such a street racer.

C: Actually I used to race cars, have you heard of nightlights. It's a streetracing organization in Denver.

Gucci: Really, no I have not but I love to race as well. Do you drift?

C: Yes, my friend taught me. But my Spyder is a money grubbing bitch. I love her though.

Gucci:My plan once I finish my Civil Engineering studies is to buy a Ferrar. I love speed.

C: It's really slow tonight.

Gucci: It is but I don't doubt that most of the guys left when they saw me holding you close to me. They were probably thinking, that bastard he got the best one.

C: I know, but I like you.

Eventually we talk about our families, she is only 19 which I like. Her friend which was talking to Mbox eventually leaves to go dance on the stage. C and I keep talking and then she excuses herself. The social interaction left me on a high note with her, because now she will remember me as a man and not as a customer. I do however breakdown and end up getting a lap dance from Oleaola the Russian hottie. I play the shy card she gives me some extra treats. Mbox and I leave but not without saying adeau to C who is heading back to the lockeroom with all the other dancers.

PT's impressed me for many reasons, the girls were beautiful, the drinks were not overpriced, and I met C who I will visit down the road and eventually get to know her better.

Sup Obe!

2006-08-05T01:07:00.000-06:00

It’s amazing how a person can change, especially a person who places so much work into improving himself. For some time now I have had the pleasure of meeting a man by the name of Obe. His transition was tied with mine as we both began our journey into becoming socially conditioned. I remember the first time I met him, how the meeting turned into a Salsa class and how we both became brothers.

I had just finished a Salsa lesson up in the Highlands and I decided to stop at Parisi for a good Panini. Looking through my phone I debated who I should share the wonderful news of my discovery of this Salsa studio. I passed up several people because I had not yet formed friendships with them. Then I came to Obe’s number, I had not met the guy but was intrigued at his journey. I gave him a call, the call turned into a two hour long discussion about our successes, failures, expectations, and of course our what I could have done different stories. After that first call I knew he would be a cool guy. Our first real social adventure was Stampede, Obe and I had never been to the place. We were both excited and a little apprehensive due to the Western type feel and the mass amounts of women. The first time we stood around the entirety of the night and attempted to build up the courage to approach any of the many lovely ladies. I still remember the, “What about them?” that we kept telling each other. But, by the end of the night the victory was just having been there.

Eventually we started to workout together and during that time I was entreated by his goals and aspirations. His drive I must confess was much larger than mine. And eventually it has been that same drive that has transformed him from a guy standing in a club hoping to meet a woman to that guy who’s always surrounded by the cool people.

I wanted to have this as a reminder of where we have been and where we still need to go. It has been a fantastic ride having you with me to share this experience, and I wish you the best brother. Like I always told you, I knew you had it in you. Live the dream. But don’t slack off because I’m right on your coattails.

And so we’re straight I still have more sets on my record than you!

Growth

2006-08-05T00:27:00.000-06:00

It’s true that history repeats itself. The lessons of the past will always return to test the maturity of our person. The question is, will you make the same mistake? The test of character endures in me still, tonight. Tonight I was faced with two choices, one to continue my duty at my job or two to attend the opening party for “The Loft.” The decision came to the last half an hour before I needed to begin my shift. And then I realized that it was a test of my character. I strongly choose to fulfill my duty to my job. Yes, it was hard especially when I have missed out on enjoying a full weekend without working for more than a year now.

Many people have asked me why I choose to stay at a job that I feel neutral towards. The fact of the matter is I have burned many a few bridges lately and now have begun to reap the sour crops of quitting on my employer or leaving on a bad note. I have also realized that one night of pleasure carries several days of reparations. As I have expressed ever so strongly I have many unfulfilled goals and dreams that I will accomplish. Maybe not tomorrow but someday soon I will have them. And maybe that’s why I’m so impatient towards people with no dreams or goals in life. I can’t stand being around people who sit around and do nothing but complain that the world has handed them lemons.

And in my desire to be around people with dreams and ambitions I am willing to forgive them for being dicks or abusing the system. The one strength that I lack as a man is the ability to stand up for myself. I have yet to sacrifice friendships that are unhealthy to me, as if I seek the good in the person. Thinking maybe I can be the person to steer them in a better direction, even give them a just view over the things that they do wrong.

That was my duty when I was a member of Sigma Lambda Beta in Boulder. I was Archangel the protector, and guardian of my other brothers. I was always the one looking out for them when they were drunk, in brawls, acting like idiots, and looking for trouble. And of course I was the one they came to for guidance. The role allowed me to see the worst in people, and the best in people. The role still hangs on until today, the only difference is nowadays it’s usually myself that is getting drunk and not too often looking for trouble. The title of Archangel is also for the most part forgotten as I have taken a new identity for the purposes of learning the art of socializing with women. Now I’m known as Gucci.

I’m by no means an Angel as I have lived a life of trouble. My salvation was Jesus. And though I have not been to church in two months I deeply feel the need to return to his loving light. He has been my rock and I can’t live without the encouragement he provides for me.

One lesson that I will never forget is patience and hope. Patience to wait for the great things to come and Hope that those great things are waiting me.

Lance Burton Presents: The Urban Monarch

2006-07-31T19:14:00.000-06:00

Are you an Urban Monarch?

Do you own a fragrance for each night of the week?
Or maybe you find yourself debating what would go well with those new Gucci loafers you just purchased while in NY.

Looking for a good place to party in Colorado? What about dealing with those pesky bouncers at that hot club?

Recently I have collaborated with several of my friends to create an online magazine that will answer these questions as well as provide you with resources that will cater to the Urban Monarch in you.

I'm sure you've seen the pretty girls walking around in Urbanmonarch.com t shirts, No? Really, well then time to learn how to conquer those vixens with our resources covering Art, Fine Liquors, Dating, Courting, Socializing, Style, and much more.

Urbanmonarch.com

"Urban Monarch is a website for the modern gentleman.
It is a site for the man who pursues the evolving culture around him."

Night club "Slim 7" review

2006-07-31T18:29:00.000-06:00

Slim 7 located in beautiful Denver, CO is becoming one of the best clubs downtown. The club remids me of the venues in Las Vegas because of its exclusive feel. The interior brilliantly accents its relaxed environment which surpasses most of the other clubs. I have had the pleasure to meet the owner on several ocassions and his enegetic friendly attitude is difficult not to absorb. The bouncers are down to earth and will carry on a conversation with you without rushing you inside. Rosie is my favorite bouncer at the place and we go back a few months. The guy has an awesome personality and having a big build it is hard for the girls not to hug the guy. The bartenders are quick with a drink and have impressed me many times with a nice stiff drink. Erin one of the bartenders DJ's at the club a few times a week and dishes out some of the hottest tracks in Denver, visit his site at ErinPaul.com.

The club invites young stylish men and women and is not afraid to respectably unwelcome individuals looking for trouble. Wednesday nights are 80's nights and the crowd comes dressed up as our childhood idols. The club is so hot that often times it even hires a cute tall slender blonde mannequin to DJ. But my most loved aspect of the club is its ability to allow me to make a stylish entry. Not like most clubs that lack the space from the entry into the club, Slim 7 has stairs and a corridor that allows you to walk in and be the eye candy of the dancing crowd. My friends Cash, Taggart, Sifu, Tadpole, Obe, Mbox and many lovely ladies have enjoyed their outstanding bottle service. Next time you're looking for a place to be seen and meet Denver's uber crowd go to Slim 7. Get a good map because you will not find any signs or directions for the place, just be brave enough to walk down the alley between Market St. and Larimer St.

www.SlimSeven.com

Gucci

Sweet Dreams, Part 1

2006-07-31T15:35:00.000-06:00

Ever wonder how your dreams relate to in life. How some dreams seem to correlate with your current state and sometimes even give a very short glimpse of the future? Dreams seem to amplify especially when you are about to make a major decision like buying a home, buying a car, changing jobs, financial investments, trips, and sporting events (those which you will participate in). Just doing a simple search on any search engine, Google, Yahoo seem to give you a vast array of Dream Interpreters who will decipher the meaning of your dreams. Sometimes they will request a fee while others will provide you with a dictionary for free.

For a year and a half now I have been working for a condominium building downtown. The position has opened many doors for me and I credit that job for giving me the opportunity to meet some very important people. It was where I first met Sifu. During the last feew weeks I have come to realize that the complacency is no longer benefiting me anymore. So I have lined up other opportunities for me to pursue. As my friends know I'm not the type of person who likes to fall into comfort, I need to be challenged and learn new things. After all like I have always said, "Life is what you make of it, why not settle for the best of everything."

While I was helping a client at Hugo Boss this weekend the gentleman asked me if I had ever been to Cancun. I explained to him that eventhough I was born in Mexico and I love my country I would rather travel to other countries and experience new things than return to something that I have already seen.

There is nothing wrong with settling down and many people are happy living a simple life. I'm not that type of person, especially at this point in my life when I'm single and free of major responsibilities. I can settle down when I'm 80 years old, after I have traveled to every country in the world, conquered the hearts and respect of many women, made my millions, have my firms, have many successful businesses, driven many Luxury cars, and met many different people.

Pick me! I need the commission

2006-07-30T06:59:00.000-06:00

Have you had a chance to see the fall collection at Neiman Marcus? What about Saks Fifth Avenue, or Gucci? No? Really. Well come on in I promise the sales associates will not pressure you into buying a $2,000.00 dollar suit. I remember the first time I walked into Neiman Marcus, I was overcome with a feeling of inadequacy and fear. I even remember taking a few deep breaths, after all I was about to enter a world that contained the best designers in the world, Gucci, Prada, David Yurman, Etro, Burberry, Juicy Couture, Giorgio Armani, Versace, Theory, Just Cavalli, Hugo Boss and so many others. But aside from the luxury brands it was the sales associates that I had no idea how to deal with. Were they going to even approach me? Would they scoff at my sneakers and faded jeans? I put those fears aside and entered the world of luxury. I was so overwhelmed by the fabrics, colors, and designs that for at least a few hours I completely forgot about my troubles. But it was not all sweet, the sales associates were eager to make a sale. Eventually after they realized I had no money they of course showed their true colors.

Ten years later and I’m now a sales associate for a luxury brand, many know it as Hugo Boss. Best known for their unbelievably comfortable and lightweight superior virgin wool suits. I recently was rewarded one for my sales by the store, and I have to say that I have never been so pleased with the cut and fit of my Hugo Boss suit. I have always had a deep respect for fashion and clothing. My mother was a model in Mexico, so the love for fashion passed on to me.

The most important rule as a salesperson is respecting the customer, whether or not they are going to buy any clothing. It is my duty as a salesperson to be educated in serving the customer, the clothing we carry, and the origin of the brand. Unfortunately it is the customer that often times lacks the education of how to shop. What are the rules, what are the boundaries, what are the customer’s rights while inside the store? Knowing these answers will turn an ordinary customer into an empowered individual. So what are the answers? It would be my pleasure, first of all the customer holds the power.
1) He/She has every right to walk out and end the sale at whatever point they wish.
2) The customer has the right to refuse all assistance and left to browse the entire store without any sales associate. The associate will notify the customer of areas where supervision is required.
3) All articles of clothing can be tried on, the associate will notify the customer of any items which can not be tried on.
4) The customer has the right to request a fitting room to try on the clothing, no clothing limit will be exercised unless the quantity exceeds common standards.
5) Any article can be returned for a full refund if within the period specified on the receipt.
6) If tailoring is involved, the customer has the right to inquire about expedited service.
7) The customer will be provided with samples of cologne, skin care products, etc.. only if requested prior to the sale or during the sale.
8) Most importantly the customer has the right to choose which sales associate will provide the service.

Knowing these rules will help you feel more confident and comfortable next time you are in a department store or boutique. Remember you have the power to choose who you want to help you while in the store. Exercise the talents of your sales person, I guarantee that next time you will find yourself much more empowered.

Gucci

Arrogance & Desire

2006-07-30T06:56:00.000-06:00

What makes a man a leader, what separates a champion from the looser, what is the difference between those being handed wealth and those struggling to get by? Is it a talent, a gift, money, connections, or luck? For me I have seen the many faces of success and despair. Close friends enjoy success and wealth due to many years of hard work while others get by year after year never really reaching a high point. I myself was not born into wealth, yet I have an incredible appetite for money and entrepreneurship.

My heroes in life have been those men and women who have thrown their status, deficiencies, fears, apprehensions and lack of education aside to pursue greater gains. Napoleon Bonaparte is one man who I deeply admire, that admiration developed after I read about his background and his climb to power. The man was not handed the position of Emperor he struggled and sacrificed years of his life to learn, build, and campaign for France. Some men are handed wealth, those men grow up to be weak leaders. They are the one’s who suckle on father’s tit all their lives. And what of those who work year after year, the people who work 10, 20, 30 years in the same place never really advancing forward.

Complacency and Comfort lead to stagnation, for example when was the last time you challenged yourself in any area of your life. You want to look like the model in the Men’s Health magazine, but you find it more comforting to eat a large bag of Lay’s while watching reruns of shows from the 90’s. You say you want to make more money, but you do nothing to stand out from the rest of the lemmings. What about that gorgeous blonde sitting on the patio in that restaurant, you want to meet her? Oh yeah I forgot you’re too busy finding excuses not to. What goes through the mind of every man who has a body like that model on the Men’s Health magazine, the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, and that man that has gone over to talk to that beautiful blonde? Can you tell me what makes them able to achieve the success that you so quietly desire? Yes, maybe that man model has good genes but I guarantee that he has put many hours in the gym and time to watch his food intake to keep a body like that. That CEO may not have been handed the position and had to work his way up the ladder by staying late and working harder than everyone else. And what about that man talking to the blonde? He may have been born a natural charmer or he probably spent hours studying the Art of Socializing with the opposite sex, working out, improving his physique and wardrobe, and approaching every woman he was scared out of his mind to talk to.

Any change takes time to adjust to, nothing is as simple as a snap of the fingers. And time continues to progress, another day is ending and another is beginning. You are twenty-five years old now you may wait a year to make a change, and then another year will come by. Pretty soon it would be ten years since you decided to start working out. So why wait so long, why not make that effort and believe that you can have whatever you want. Seek and you shall find, Ask and you shall receive, Believe that you can do it and it shall be so.

Al Pacino’s character in Scarface “Tony Montana” fascinates me. The quote from the movie, “I want the world and everything in it” stamps my desire to seek the best for myself. My journey towards success is not complete and though complacency is attractive I choose to accomplish those goals that the majority of the population is too afraid to seek. In essence I think this is UrbanMonarch’s goal: To provide you with the resources to seek your escape from complacency into a brighter future. My arrogance is the only strength that keeps me from falling into comfort, what is yours?

Gucci

Day in the Life

2006-07-29T06:39:00.000-06:00

I decided to skip my ten-year high school reunion last month (over the years I lost touch with my friends). So I pondered where will I be in 10 years from this July 29th of the year of our Lord 2006? I plan to have my own Engineering/Architecture firm by that time. I’ll be coming up on my 28th Bday this coming October, and I must say that it will be a milestone for me. This year has been full of adventures, most which I never imagined I would ever have. So what will I be in ten years, why not take a trip with me. Here would be a day in my life:

Today is Saturday morning and I could not sleep well. My son will be leaving for boarding school on Monday. It is the fourth time I have been awaken by my secretary, Patricia. This time it appears that the Eiffel Tower’s foundation has lost integrity, the French President has heard of my work and has asked specifically for my team. Yes Patricia, I tell her as I try not to wake my wife. I walk over to the bathroom and look at myself, my face is shaven and my eyes aren’t too tired. All right, I quickly gather my things but before I do I ask Patricia to call my team. These are the people who make my firm what it is, they are the one’s who I depend on to get the job done. Fantastic stories compose the lives of these men and women, Xing Lu ~~ Chinese, John Paul ~~ French, Matsumoto ~~ Japan, Rictor ~~ American. I ask Patricia to have them get ready and meet me at LaGuardia Airport for our flight to France.

I already have a Tumi bag full of clothing for these types of emergencies, all I will need is my bank card, passport, French restaurant guide, my Rolex, my Hugo Boss suit, and my Giorgio Armani glasses. All right, I kiss my wife goodbye and head down to my garage. The garage is located directly below my large condo. Oh New York how I love thee, I think to myself as I catch a glimpse of the city outside my window. Patricia rings me and I pick up, she tells me “the team is ready they will be at the airport in 45 minutes.” Excellent I tell Patricia, and remind her “Can you reschedule my appointments and contact Mr. Kirkpatrick to schedule a teleconference call.” I love this marble floored elevator, and soon I will be in the garage. Ah now to find my keys and walk towards my Ferrari Modena. I graze my beautiful machine that I call my mistress to my wife’s displeasure. Inside my Ferrari I place the key in the ignition and turn it on, the sound of the engine revving up is like an orgasm to my ears. Listen to that purring, it’s time to take daddy to the airport. I pull out of my garage and noticing that the streets are somewhat empty I take advantage and build up speed. Good, Excellent my radar detector is not picking up any police. Zooming down the streets and avenues I grip the wheel a little harder as I listen to Guns N’ Roses “Sweet Child O’ Mine.” The streets and cars seem a blur as I switch to a higher gear.

I valet park my baby and remind the driver not to FUCK with her while I’m away. Before my attendant takes my bag he undrapes my coat from his arm and puts it on me. I remind him to hurry as I take the lead into the Airport. My attendant informs me that my Jet will be leaving out of gate ____. I continue down the corridor and see my team waiting for me. Rictor comes over to me shakes my hand and inquires about the emergency, I tell him “the foundation on the Tower has been compromised, it appears that the underground waterways were flooded severely weakening the walls and leaking a large amount of water under the base of the structure. Two of the legs have either sunk or risen, we will have our hands full trying to save the structure from any more damage.” Contact home office and ask them to pull up the plans for the structure, waterways, and geology of the area surrounding the Tower. Have the information transferred to us, I want to see what were dealing with while we’re airborne. Rictor has been the brains to my firm and I could not have made a better choice than him. The jet is set for departure, we quickly board and I sit down on the superior leather seat. Flying in a private has lost much of its allure, I have become so accustomed to it but still remember the first time. We’re quickly airborne, and now I have a chance to talk to the rest of my team. Home office transfers the information I requested and I assign the following to each of the members. Xing Lu review the geology of the land sorrounding the tower, contact the chief engineer and request all soil samples. Matsumoto san I will need you to review the structure and tell me where the stress fractures are located, find out what the potential damages are. John Paul, contact the governor and request all sketches and diagrams of the waterways. I want to know when they were built and what restorations were made. Rictor, contact the President and acquire all access, and permission for the machinery that we will need to use.

Now that we’re closer to our destination I pull my team to me. I greatly appreciate all of your work and dedication to this project. I must tell you that this project is our opportunity to show the world what we can do. It will require our best work, we must be perfect here and I expect each of you to perform your duties with the upmost courtesy and detail. I have never obligated you to work for me, and I appreciate all of your hard work. What I ask of each of you now involves a five month commitment to this project. We will be living in France during that time and all of your meals, accommodations, and expenses will be covered. During this time there will be little time for attending to personal business. Will you stay and take advantage of this opportunity? Xing Lu: I have always been at your side, and I will not pass up this challenge.
Gucci: Thank you Xing Lu I could not do this without you.
John Paul: Messier, I came to this firm looking for these types of opportunities. I’m here.
Gucci: Good John Paul, I will require all of your talents for this project.
Matsumoto: My work is my life, I will not pass this up.
Gucci: Your strength will be the greatest asset, thank you Matsumoto san.
Rictor: I’ve always been at your side, let’s show them what we’re made out of.
Gucci: The world will be watching us, and there will be those who will look for us to make a mistake. Let’s prove them wrong and leave a fine legacy for all of us.

While in the air we receive pictures, videos, and news coverage from the site. What a mess, this will be our greatest challenge. I have never seen such a mess, this will take even longer than I imagined.

A life of excess

2006-07-29T02:27:00.001-06:00

Have you ever awoken to the taste of a warm brioche smothered in marmalade? No? What about a lobster tail so big that you could not finish it, and then so much money that you could not give it all away? Driven in a Lamborghini lately? God knows I haven’t, at least the Lamborghini part. Do you remember that instant when your tired head meets your cool and comfortable pillow, just before nodding off? You come to a point where the money, Lamborghinis, lobster tails, women, clothes, homes, and luxuries no longer exist. As if you’re stripped of all of them for that instant, and you realize that none of those things make up who you are. God knows how much I love possessions and how much I love wealth. But, I have also realized that all of those things can never make up who I am. Ten Ferraris, fourteen million dollars, a beautiful wife, four kids, my architecture firm, a private jet, four horses, a million dollar home, my bodyguards, my pristine Gucci shoes, and my custom made suits will never give me a sense of security.

The one thing that I have come to realize is money and possessions are short lived. Almost like dreams, yes there is that expectation when you want something so badly, badly enough that you dream it, smell it, taste it, and see it. But, what happens when you have it. Yes you enjoy it for a day, a week, a year, then it begins to loose its lure. It is no longer that exciting desire, it is no longer something you want to live and die for. Yes I want millions of dollars, recognition, prosperity, women, great food, great sex, drugs, jets, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Hangar One Lime bottles, great friends, and etc… But once I have them then what? The thirst for possessions and gratification can never be quenched. This was the core of what I battled when I was at the verge of becoming a Priest. Having all of the possessions of the world, or having a larger possession in Heaven? I would have chosen the larger possession if it wasn’t for my aching love of women. I love women, adore them. I’m so grateful to God for being a man, for giving me the grace to be able to enjoy women. Their smell, their laugh, their hair, voice, in one word their femininity. I pray that the woman that I marry encompasses all of those things. No matter how strong and controlled a man is a woman will always have the ability to make his knees weak. There will always be those moments when you loose yourself in her eyes and soak up every second of her smile. Thank you Lord for every day you give me my sight to behold them flipping their hair, laughing, walking, singing, loving, and living. If I would have been born a better looking man I would have lost all of this appreciation for them. If I would have been a wealthier man I would have lost all respect for them. If I would have been born a smarter man I would have never had the courage to talk to them. Thank you for raising me in hunger so that I may enjoy the bounty that will come, soon………

Love, Gucci

Need blow? Call the Gucc!

2006-07-28T02:19:00.000-06:00

This has been the fourth time I have been propositioned by a girl for blow. As I was walking by a gorgeous girl looked over at me and gave me the, "I want to meet you look." Not being one to deny such a request I went over to her after I spoke with the bartender whom I know. The girl was now talking to a guy, and I was not about to let some fuckhead take my thunder. So, I went over tapped the guy on the shoulder and told him, "Excuse me." I grabbed the girl by the small of her back brought her close to me and told her, "You are beautiful, I wanted to say hi." She continued:

Snowqueen: I noticed you walking by, I think you're really sexy. What's your name?

Gucci: My name? I'm Michaelangelo, and you darling?

Snowqueen: I'm ______ ( I forgot)

Cucci: (I take her hand and kiss it lightly) It is my pleasure.

All of this time I'm holding her close to me, enjoying her sweet smell and her lovely smooth body.

Snowqueen: I'm looking for a snowstorm, do you know where I can find some?

Gucci: Snowstorm?

Snowqueen: Yea, snowstorm.

Gucci: Oh yeah, I know a guy who knows a guy.

Snowqueen: Can you call him? Me and my friends will fuck your brains out!

Gucci: Waiit here.

I go over to MBox who is socializing with a big boned girl, who really likes me by the way she keeps holding on to my hand everytime I say hi to her. I pull him away and tell him, "Mbox what do you think, should we call the guy who knows a guy?"

I have the upmost respect for MBox, and he tells me, "I don't want to get involved in any of those things." I respect his opinion and I go back to the girls and tell them;

Gucci: I'm sorry but the guy doesn't provide for strangers, have a good night.

This made me wonder whether or not I should say yes to drugs. I have never done drugs in my life and Denver seems to be a big blow town. I have met many guys who have slept with many beautiful women solely because they have blow. What a dilemma for me, to get laid by gorgeous women for having blow or saying "NO" to drugs and finding good quality women. What you do think?

Which way to Roma? Pt. 2

2006-07-27T19:51:00.000-06:00

So it was time, I had already thought about my departure from the plane and my route to catch my connecting flight to Roma. And just like clockwork everything came together, all of the maps that I had studied were unfolding ahead of me. The bus arrived on time, the security check in was quick, the walk to the check in desk went smooth and I was even able to enjoy the sight of being in a different country. Finally the gate was announced for my flight to Roma and I made my way along. At the gate I waited eagerly to see the type of passengers on the plane. Along came Italians, Asian, American, and black passengers of all ages. And it was the sight of an elderly Italian woman answering her cell phone that left me embarrassed at my lack a cell phone. The plane arrived and we boarded, it really wasn’t much too impressive because the seats were old uncomfortable. But like life what can you do except make the best of the situation. On the way to Rome I blasted my Guns N’ Roses while taking in the landscape. I knew as soon as the announcements on the plane started to be made in Italian that I was no longer in the comfortable U.S. of A. But no worries, this was going to be an amazing adventure.

Arriving to Rome I needed to relieve myself so I decided to look for a restroom, and I must say that the toilets at the airport were very unfriendly. In fact I had to use my shoes to keep the damn cover up. With that ordeal over I made my way to the baggage claim area. Thank God my Tumi bag was at my reach, I grabbed my bag and looked for my driver. I was already visualizing my driver holding a card with my name on it, and I was going to take full advantage of it. I clutched my bag and elegantly walked toward the exit. Outside an older man in a dark suit stood with the card with my last name on it. I nodded to him and he smiled, coming over to me he took my bag and led me to my Mercedes. Along the way I put all of my Italian language skills to the test, we chatted about my flight, my origin, nationality, and of course the love for soccer. Of course I made some mistakes but Antonio was an awesome person. He told me he had two loves in life, his family and the Roma soccer team. So there I was being chauffeured like a big wig in Roma. Antonio pointed out many of Roma’s sites like the Colosseum, the Pantheon, Piazza Navona, and of course the beautiful women.

It’s an overwhelming feeling being in a new place, I must admit I was both afraid and excited. All of these places and faces were new to me, even the language was going to be a challenge. But I was ready for it, I could not believe that I was actually seeing the sites that I could only look at in books. I was just beginning to realize that it was not a dream I was truly in Roma.

UrbanMonarchy's night at Vynil

2006-07-26T02:49:00.000-06:00

Last night I met up with my best friends Cashie, Tadpole, his girlfriend, Taggarton and his lovely lady companion, and MBox. The venue was Vynil, I had visited the nightclub once before on a Thursday to be exactly during the hip hop night. I was less than thrilled and swore never to return to the place. This time I was coaxed into going and decided to give the place one more chance. I was glad I did because I met two lovely ladies. MBox and I arrived early and decided to scope the place out. The floor we ended up at was very slow, we sat down and waited for the rest of the group to arrive. Taggarton, Tadpole, Cashie, and the two lovely ladies arrived. Cashie had been boozing already, I could tell right away because he usually gets pretty handsy especially with me. Of course I love the guy, and I poke fun at him because I refer to him as the fun Cash when he drinks. Cashie did not spend more than a second talking to me before he excused himself and joined a group of three lovely ladies at the bar. Soon all four of them were laughing and having a good time, I was amazed at how well Cash was doing I could tell he was loving every minute of it.

Leaving Cashie behind I grabbed MBox and we headed up to the top floor. I was amazed that this time the music was actually along my taste, no hip hop. We took a tour of the area and found Taggarton dancing with his lovely lady companion. I could not help but take in the scene, Tadpole was also dancing away with his girlfriend. Both Taggart and Tadpole are awesome dancers, I could have watched them forever. However, the ladies took a break and the group came over to inquire about my infamous Vegas strip video on Utube. I of course blamed Taggarton and Tadpole for letting the girls see the video, especially my nakedness. Damn you Taggart and Tadpole you guys suck, no you don't I love you both. I was actually pretty happy with the attention, after all I do look good naked. Tadpole's girlfriend challenged me to go up to a group of girls and introduce myself with the infamous, "Lance Burton presents" line. I of course misundertood and thought she had asked me to bitch out girls Vegas style. I was not that drunk though but decided to take up the challenge, I walked up to a group of three very sexy girls on the dance floor and introduced myself. They were not receptive enough so I decided not waste my energy and left. Back at my group I lied to Tadpole's girlfriend and told her that I had bitched them out Vegas style. Of course she was totally like, "No Gucci, that's not what I said." I was laughing on the inside but trying to keep a straight face. I finally told her I was kidding. Taggarton's lovely companion called me over and she also mentioned having seen my infamous video which she loved. By the way where is Sifu?

Sifu had mentioned that he was going to try to make it to Vynil to join our group. He had not arrived so Taggarton's companion requested a classic post Vegas bitch out for Sifu. I of course could not say no to such a request, especially from such a lovely woman. I followed through and called Sifu who picked up the phone, the noise was too loud to hear anything but I and the entire group bitched him out in this manner:

Sifu where the F*** are you bastard, Kung Fu head son of a b****, Lance Burton presents Gucci and the group bitching your late ass out motherf****.

He of course did not like it because he hung up on me just as we all yelled in conjunction that he sucked. I textd him a few times to apologize but the damage was done. Taggarton's companion assured me that she would take the heat for the bitchout. Phew, like I haven't pissed off Sifu enough. I know he loves me, right Sifu? So Cash then joined us and found him dancing with a lovely blonde who would later turn out to be a Hungarian hottie. During the dancing she poked fun at me for not dancing, my response, "I'm too shy." Of course I was kidding, but I was not about to take any attention from my boy Cash's dancing. I danced with Taggart's companion to Shakira's "Hips don't lie." It had been a few months since I have danced Salsa, I still have the hips for it though.

Later in the night Tadpole, his girlfriend, and Cashie said goodnight and left. I excused myself from Taggart and his companion and joined MBox to do alittle mingling. MBox quickly found a set of girls he had been trying to meet. I left him for the meantime and watched him as he had the two girls attention. Oh what a body I thought, the most gorgeous girl was dancing on the dance floor with some Asian guy. I have to meet her I told myself even if it meant doing it in front of that guy. I could not look away she was slender, short brunette hair, and dance moves that would make an exotic dancer jealous. MBox returned after the girls went to the dance floor and he asked me if I could host an after hours party tonight. Apparently the girls were looking for a good time afterwards. Of course we can have an after hours at my place. I excused myself and went over to the girl of my dreams, and like a gentleman I introduced myself in the following manner:

Gucci to Asian guy: Excuse me brother, this is no disrespect to you.

I looked over at the girl and,

Gucci: You are absolutely breathtaking, I had to come over and meet you.

Asianguy: Wow, you're good.

LovelyBrunette: Thank you, I was not expecting that. I thought you were going to ask me something different.

Gucci: What is your name darling?

LovelyBrunette: It's Jazmin

I took her hand and kissed it. I ended the interaction prematurely for an unknown reason and found MBox watching the breakdancers. I told him that I needed to redeem myself after blowing that last introduction. MBox went over to his group of girls and introduced me, his intention was to bring them back to my place. He got their numbers but completely forgot about the after hours party. No worries, he told me but now you have a lovely group of girls waiting for you to go over and talk to them. I looked over and saw two lovely ladies sitting next the the fire. I lack the fear of speaking to women, I went over and introduced myself in this manner:

Gucci: Ladies, I was talking to Chuck the bartender and I asked him Chuck,"Who are the biggest party girls here tonight?" He looked over here and pointed at both of you and told me, "You see those two girls, they party here everyday."

Melody & Kristin: (Playfully) No we're not, shut up.

Gucci: Alright, liars.

M&K: Whatever.

Gucci: You see look over, he's still pointed over (I'm giving them my award winning smile throughout)

Kristin: He's a liar.

At this point AC/DC comes on and I tell both girls: This is my song, let's rock out.

Kristin: I totally hate the singer for this group, he has a horrible voice.

Gucci: Why do you have to hate on my favorite group? Alright, answer this correctly, Do Gun's and Roses rule?

Kristin: I don't like the singer, he has the same voice.

Gucci: You suck I don't like you anymore. Go away (I give my attention to Melody and ask her the same question, she loves GNR).

Gucci: Melody, I'm falling in love with you all over again.

We continue our playful banter, the girls tell me about themselves and I tell them about my affinity for stripping to John Denver songs. They of course want to know why I would strip to "Rocky Mountain High" and honestly I don't know. Melody is a Fire staff performer, she performed in Man of Fire and learns to twirl the fire staff by watching Lord of the Rings movies. MBox comes over and I introduce him to the girls. Kristin is the girl I'm interested in, she's a red head, with an interesting necklace on, she's an artist, and has lived in CO for six years. I rub my hands on her to keep myself warm because damn these cold CO nights. I show Kristin my pictures of my friends and invite them to Slim 7 for some fun. A gay guy shows up and invades my space, but not being a dick I look over and introduce myself. He has tribal earing on which I compliment him on. He turns out to be a cool guy, so cool that he actually has a Lindsay Lohan tattoo on his arm. Yes you heard me Lindsay Lohan, I have the picture. Another girl comes over and introduces herself, boy we're a popular group. She mentions that she is a teacher and is grateful that she teaches 1st grade. We chat with her and then MBox asks to depart. I excuse myself from both Melody and Kristin, get their numbers and then escort them outside where MBox invites both of them to Salsa class on Sunday.

What a night, I really enjoyed talking to Kristin I will call her. Sifu you missed out but I love you brother. Taggart, Tadpole, ladies, and MBox I had a blast last night thanks for the memories.

Lance Burton presents, Gucci going to bed at 4:07AM. And ladies no more watching my XXX Vegas movie, shame on you.

Which way to Roma?

2006-07-25T18:35:00.000-06:00

The story of my first trip to Europe has sat on the back burner for several months now. The experience of traveling on my own and the magic of the city have been on my mind for quite some time. To my friends it is no surprise of my love for traveling, the freedom, adventure, food, women, and virtual anonymity. So I would like to share my adventure in Lovely Rome as well as my endeavors to travel to other distant and lovely countries around the world. I hope that you as a reader find this helpful in your travels. So without further ado, here is the story of my first trip to Europe.
I had booked my trip through British Airways back in November of 2005, the incredible deal including airfare and hotel really made it hard for me not to take advantage. Being the off season the price was incredible, in fact the entire trip would cost me $1,300.00 dollars which is almost the cost of airfare during prime season travel. Being my first trip I was at first hesitant to take the leap and buy the package. I already knew Italian and had done extensive research which included watching many of Rick Steve’s books and DVD’s, checking out books from the library, and etc… So I decided that yes, I would travel to Rome on my own.
A few days before the trip I exchanged $1,000 American dollars into Euro dollars, began packing all of my clothing, scheduling my private Mercedes transportation from the airport to the hotel, and going over my Italian slang. If there is one thing that I refuse to do is travel on a budget, I’m mentally unable to travel on a budget. I will not allow myself to stay in hostels, or take public transportation. On this trip I made it my goal to travel like the wealthy. I packed only my best clothing, my Hugo Boss slacks, Donald J. Pliner shoes, Gucci boots, Giorgio Armani Blazer, Versace shirts, Prada shirts, Aveda skin care products, Organic health care products, and my Ipod and iBook. The days leading to my departure were nostalgic. I could not believe that I was about to embark on a trip that no one in my entire family tree had ever taken. The only piece of the trip that I was feeling uncomfortable with was the connection in Heathrow, apparently I would need to take a bus to a different terminal and check in at my gate which would not be announced until later, all within two hours. Two hours to get off the plane, find the bus, travel on the bus, check in and then find my gate was looking rather bleak especially since I have never been in Heathrow. No worries, I was going to make it even if it meant sprinting in my Donald J. Pliner’s.
My flight was leaving in the afternoon, so I drove to DIA and parked in the garage. As opposed to lugging my bags across the open parking lot and then struggle with them trying to get on the free bus, it was not worthy of me. This was going to be Gucci travel at its best, I was going to park in the garage and walk the ten feet to the main terminal. The flight on British Airways was delightful, I enjoyed a delicious meal that was surprising and watched several shows on the screen in front of me. I sat next to an English lady who continually fed me gummy bears, she kept insisting that I needed to help her finish the box. I could feel the candy doing damage to my physique, so I began to pretend to eat them while stuffing them in a napkin ~~ take that you evil wax bears from hell. The best experience as a first time traveler was the Attendants on the plane who were obviously English. I especially enjoyed the accents and the announcements about using the loo. So we finally arrived to London the announcements of God Save the Queen were outstanding really an earful to behold.

Don't F*** with Hell's Angels

2006-07-25T18:24:00.000-06:00

My most beloved possession is my home. It is my sanctuary from the world, the only place other than church where I can go for solace and peace. My hardwood floors are clean, my dishes are organized in the cabinet, my laundry is clean, and my shirts and slacks pressed and ready. I love basking in the feeling of clean, sipping a glass of wine and thinking about the prosperity of life. Pardon me for a moment……… Thank you I needed to freshen my drink. Last night I was enticed by MBox to go out and have some fun. MBox has been a good friend of mine for some time now and he has been going through some wonderful changes lately. He worked as a Fireman for Arvada and his reputation for saving people’s lives is well known. Alas, he is also known for another reason. Mr. MBox is a learned Strip Club/Call girl gent, if there are parties going on he knows where they are. It is not often that MBox calls and I was not going to pass up the invitation. He picked me up and we headed to a bar for some drinks and ribs. The Meade Post in the Highlands has the most excellent ribs I have ever tasted, mind you I was having a chicken sandwich. MBox was kind enough to share his ribs with me. We talked about the girls in our lives and the great stories that make us men. He mentioned that recently he had met a wonderful girl on one of his drives, she had given him her address and they had agreed on meeting later that night. MBox called her and was on his way to picking her up, and when he arrived she completely blew him off by giving him some BS story that she could not go out. The worst part was that she would not return his calls the next day.

If there has been anything that I have learned from a broken heart is that there are too many women in life to be hung up on one. The worst part about my broken heart was that the girl was too much of a coward to tell me the truth. But I’m over her and I wish her the best. I reminded MBox that life is too short to allow these worries to drag us down, a new day will come all you have to do is get out there and try again. We finished our drinks and MBox decided we were going to party at a Strip joint. He called some of his contacts and we headed down to La Boheme for entertainment. One thing that I admire about MBox is his affinity to wear whatever the hell he wants. Last night he was pea cocking a doo rag on his head. We got to La Boheme and we took in the atmosphere I was surprised that the place was busy being a weekday. But, before we went in MBox and I decided to enjoy the company of the lovely front desk girl. She was a petite girl with a nice body, it was not her body that caught my attention but her beautiful smile. We congratulated her on her upcoming wedding went in. MBox picked a place for us and we sat down. We ordered our drinks and took in the beautiful scenery, there were far too many girls to choose only one. The Hell’s Angels were around and so were some Cardinal fans soaking up their loss with booze and boobs. I had never been around Hell’s Angels before so I must say that they were a point of interest to me. There were six of them, big fuckers, just like I would have expected them to be. One of them caught up with me on the floor and asked me for gum, gum I thought I wonder if that’s slang for drugs, liquor or a rumble. I pulled out my Orbitz gum and he took a few, before he left he gave me the rock and thanked me. Many women wonder why men go to strip clubs, is it the naked women, the drinking, hanging with the guys, or the fact that you can see hot girls take most of it off? For me it is all of the above. But one thing that I have learned is having the balls to be in control. What do I mean? For anyone who’s been to a strip club you will always see that guy, the one who’s feeding the girls one dollar bills and buying ten lap dances from each girl there. There’s nothing wrong with paying the girl’s, it’s their job to dance to make money. The problem is allowing yourself to be treated like a customer, from what I have learned it gets you nowhere. It has never been my system to act like a fool in those places. I have to give recognition to Mystery for his rules on going to Strip joints. It was these rules that got me my first hookup with a stripper.

So the setup was like this, MBox and I were sitting at the bar, the Hell’s Angels on our right. Some of them were talking and flirting with the girls, a random yuppie comes up to one of them and starts calling him out for taking away the girl he wanted to get a lap dance from. The Hell’s Angel stands up and stares the guy down I have never seen a look like his. It was not an angry look but more of a relaxed I’ll fuck you up if you step to me. The yuppie noticed that the other Hell’s Angels were coming over so he immediately started to ask for forgiveness. One Hell’s Angel told the yuppie to just walk the fuck away. The yuppie didn’t listen and kept talking. Finally he turned around and started to walk away. The tension was all there even after the yuppie left. Where there are Hell’s Angels there are rumbles and this night was not about to disappoint. Another yuppie came over and again attempted to call out the Hells Angels for being dicks. And again the Hell’s Angels came over and started to stare this lone yuppie down. Finally the pussyfooting was over one of the Angel’s threw a punch and pretty soon all six of them were fighting the yuppie’s group. There were only two bouncers working that night, and both had their hands full. One Hell’s Angel was throwing punches anywhere, and at anything. His fists were like pistons pummeling anything in its path, the red Cadillac hat that he wore stayed comfortably on his head. The fight went from one side of the strip club to the other, the two bouncers trying in vain to split the fight. Finally the fight broke up and the yuppies ran out the front door. The Hell’s Angels stood triumphantly, they had claimed their territory and stamped their authority. One big fucker yelled, “Don’t F*&* with the Hell’s Angels.” It was the lesson for the night. MBox and I decided to take the party elsewhere and it was the club Spill that would be our destination. By the time we made it the place was closing. We decided to call it a night though MBox was ready to provide Call girls to continue the party. Shall I join, I wondered? to be continued……..

How to Bitch out your friends while in Vegas of Vegas Pt.3

2006-07-22T01:36:00.000-06:00

Oh sweet Gucci boots if you knew what beheld you today you would have stayed back in Denver. Gently opening my eyes I began to visualize the fun time I was going to have at the pool. Picking up where I left off at the pool, eventually the boys came back from swimming at the pool and enjoyed some Finlandia and grape juice. It was not my time to join in the boozing yet, I was going to save it for tonight. Eventually the boys and I headed back to our room to prepare for an unforgettable night. We decided to head to Mix which is located on the 62nd floor of the Mandalay Bay. We arrived and got in the elevator. The lovely ride was even more delightful as we were treated to a spectacular view of the strip. The doors of excitement opened to a dimly lit lounge with an incredible open-air balcony. The boys and I took advantage and took many pictures. I used the opportunity to meet some of the lovely ladies taking pictures on the balcony. One of these ladies was Mikhail—I believe. Heading over to the bar I ordered myself a delicious Hangar One lime with soda, I have truly fallen in love with the drink. The taste is very subtle and clean, as a light drinker I have never found a drink that I enjoy more than Hangar One.
At the bar I took the opportunity to talk to some chaps drinking in our vicinity, these blokes were from across the pond. Londoners to be precise, we chatted up about Vegas and about Colorado and most importantly about women. I introduced both guys to Cash, Tadpole, and Taggart and then headed over to mingle.

I found two lovely ladies sitting at a table by themselves and decided to meet them. They were of course visiting and were enjoying the ambiance of the club. I was kind enough to invite both of them to Monkey Bar later and excused myself. My eyes then caught a lovely blonde vixen taking pictures of a group of ten women. I had to meet her, and I knew exactly what to say. I walked over to the balcony where she was sitting and asked, “I love your work, you must be the official photographer of Mix.” And with a warm smile I requested her lovely talents over yonder. She walked over with me to our group and I took the time to bask in her wonderful personality. Her lovely muscular physique turned me on incredibly and I fought valiantly to keep my boner from ruining the moment. I playfully bantered with her by sharing my escapades so far in Vegas, she also had some wild stories which she asked me not to share. So onward, I asked her to sit with my friends so that I may take a picture of her. She did not hesitate long before she was sitting next to Tadpole and Taggart, you take your dirty hands off her you Taggart. Then it was her turn to take the picture, and what a picture the boys and I exuded a wonderful energy that everyone at Mix could not avoid seeing. Nancy was her name and I was grateful that I had the balls to go over and talk to her. We flirted for a while as I mentioned to her how much I loved her muscular stomach, she could not help but pinch my baby fat in return. We both parted but promised to see each other again later. The boys decided that it was time for Cheetah’s. Mix was very impressive it was by far the best lounge in Vegas, and by far it ranks very high on my favorite’s list. I would like to give a special thanks to the bartenders for the awesome service and a great time. Oh what a night, and it only gets better.

After we arrived at the main floor of Mandalay Bay I lost my group. Buzzed and lost I searched for my friends. I caught a lovely lady sitting all alone next to the public phones and I approached her. I kindly asked her to use her cell phone to call my friends. At first she told me, “No, what if you run away with it?” I turned on the charm and told her, “I’m more afraid of you running away with my heart,” and so with an award-winning smile she handed me the phone. Out of all my friends I only remember one telephone number by heart, and that is Taggart. I phoned him and to my delight he picked up the call, I asked him where they were and he was kind enough to come and find me. I concluded my call and handed the cell phone back to Ariana, but before she left she asked me if I had Chronic. Chronic I thought, I don’t think so. I turned her down but I mentioned that if she was looking for a fun time she should stop by the Monkey Bar in room 14096.

Taggart arrived and we left Ariana to find the rest of the group. After locating them we grabbed a cab and headed to Cheetah’s. While in the cab we all laughed away at many “Lance Burton Presents in accordance with UrbanMonarch.com in association with DrunkenSherpa.com/; html://tadpole.com. Being drunk it sounded even more hilarious, but like most things you must have been there to enjoy it. I think I was too buzzed to remember what the strip club looked like from the outside but we all got out of the cab and I just followed our more seasoned Strip Club veteran Cashie. Once inside the girls swarmed me, it was a frenzy. I think I got fondled more than Pamela Anderson getting a massage. And I think someone grabbed my ass, damn bouncer. So inside the place I was approached for lap dances, I kindly turned them down but assured them that they would be on my list of things to do. I sat down with the boys and enjoyed the entertainment. It was not long before another lovely lady approached me and placed her Hustler sponsored mounds on my face. She gave me the rundown, I was hot, I made her horny, she could not control herself in front of me, and she even pinched my nipples ~~ crazy woman I thought I know I’m hot but please. So I decided to give her a chance, she grabbed my hand and led me to a dim lit corner. After I sat down she (out of respect to my readers I will forego the dirty details) I admit I did a good job of not falling into her snare. Through it all I was controlled and relaxed, which made her even more willing to go further with her enticements. The most memorable piece was when she told me that she was going to get off on me, and she started moaning and grinding on me. She gave a wonderful performance with plenty of moaning. But I’m too smart for that and I called her out on it, “Oh please you big liar.” She got pissed and told me, “why are you being a prick why can’t you just sit back and enjoy it?” And I told her, “I’m sorry you just don’t turn me on.” By this time she really wanted to win me over and I seized the opportunity by sticking out my tongue and telling her to suck on it. We made out for a while and then she opened up my belt stuck her hand down and serviced me. After my little adventure I returned to the boys who were also enjoying the scenery. Cashie was MIA someplace with an Asian hottie, he did not turn up until hours later. A glowing smile radiated out of Cash’s melancholy angelic face, a serene look only attainable from booze and lap dances. I knew I had done my job with Cash, I was proud. Taggarton Esquire III was meanwhile being harassed by several dancers after I told them he was loaded ~~ Sorry Taggorton. It was hilarious though watching several ladies offer him lap dances and especial VIP treatment. The boys and I left a little after and headed back to our Monkey Bar.

On our way up I pushed the boys back and had shotgun on a girl with two cocktails going in the elevator. Inside the elevator I bantered with her acknowledging the fact that whomever was waiting for the cocktails was probably waiting anxiously and she should not spend so much time talking to me. The boys and I had fun talking to her and finally we made it back to our room. Cashie needed one more drink so I joined in, unfortunately we ran out of mixers so it was shots of Stoli Blueberry. I drank mine and for reasons unknown I threw my beloved Gucci boots off. Then began the infamous Dark Gucci saga. In my drunken stupor I stripped off my clothing and I grabbed my cell phone and called Sifu, Scott, and others to bitch them out Vegas style.

And now I present, “How to bitch out your friends while in Vegas:
Sifu you f*** Kung Fu Head mother**** a***** ugly f*****//urbanmonarck.drunkensherpa. Lance Burton Presents mother****

~You then follow these vulgarities with the much-required drunken apology:

Sifu I love you and I miss you, I don’t hate you piece of s***. I love you.

~Then you end the call.

The boys finally coaxed me back into my room where I decided to call one of the call girls which was on baseball card style advertisement we had received while walking down the strip. I did my best to win Taggart’s approval and charge the services to the room but he refused ~~ I hate you Taggart, always trying to ruin my fun. Honestly thank you Taggart for not letting me do something stupid. I did however call the number and found myself with an operator that continuously attempted to have me give her my credit card number and my approval to send a girl to the room. I finally got free by telling her that I was not interested. I dosed off and thus ended the most adventurous, exciting adventure that I was hoping for. And thus I must say Adieu to Las Vegas.

Vegas Pt2

2006-07-21T03:08:00.000-06:00

I was hoping to talk to some of the ladies at the pool but I ended up sleeping out in the warm sun. When I awoke, Taggart, Cash, and Tadpole were out in the pool using their flotation devices to entertain some of the ladies. Tadpole was wrapping himself in the device and calling himself a burrito, I missed it but I heard it was hilarious. The lifeguards were laughing at the spectacle thinking, “drunk bald bastard.” Apparently three of the girls that were in the pool had been at Club Pure the previous night. Club Pure is in Caeser’s Palace and unfortunately we were unable to get inside due to the massive crowds there to see Nelly Furtado, she was hosting her CD release party that night. Regardless, one of the bouncers was unbelievably cool unlike some of the dicks that I have to deal with in Denver. So at this point I was quite buzzed and decided to introduce myself to most of the ladies around. I met a girl who was from Ohio celebrating her 21st birthday. Her friends were being overly protective but luckily I had Tadpole with me to wing me. We got some laughs from the group and Cashie ended up pulling us out to head some place else.

Eventually we exited Caesar’s Palace and headed over to the Bellagio. Along the way I met two girls that were visiting Vegas for the first time. They were from Tennessee and one of them was amazingly cute. Her southern accent really charmed me, we talked about some of the crazy adventures we have already had. I could have stayed longer but something kept drawing me away. A strange and familiar call tugged at my heart, I could not resist any longer and kindly excused myself from the group. Cashie, Taggart and Tadpole were all over at the door leading into the Bellagio. I hurried over and we all went inside. A glorious light illuminated my entrance, a sweet song filled the air and there I stood in front of the shops inside Bellagio.
Gucci
Prada
Dior
Giorgio Armani
My heart was beating like the pistons in a Ferrari racing across a rain kissed landscape. The mothership has called me home. It was the first time in my life that I was within sight of so many of my favorite boutiques. The creations of the best fashion designers in the world were all spread out in front of me. I was home. The boys were kind enough to take a few photos, Oh Gucci store how I love thee. We proceeded to a bar inside the Bellagio and sat down to do what we do best, play Blackjack. I ordered a delicious Hangar One Lime and soda and raped the video Blackjack machine of $4.50. Glorious, oh but what’s this that I’m looking at? Two gorgeous girls and a guy talking over yonder, I hesitated for an instant and went over to introduce myself. I casually passed by and asked the group, “Pardon, do you know where I can find a good club around here?” The girls seemed interested, and -- I’m not going to lie -- they were very shapely ladies. I told them about our wild adventure trying to enter Pure, they laughed and gave me some good insight on the nightlife in Vegas. I kindly left after I indulged in kissing each girl’s hands. Oh the Bellagio you make my heart beat ever so gently. The marble floors and a sweet scent filled the air, Oh Lord who is that? The most beautiful creature was in between the slot machines. The glistening silver knobs reflected light into my eyes not allowing me to see her completely. An instinct drew me to her, and there I was like a valiant prince in pursuit of his love, cutting through a sea of thorns. And finally there she was -- a tall slender brunette standing tall and confident -- I composed myself and approached her. I knew that I would regret passing up the opportunity, I drew in deep and told her, “Darling, you are absolutely breath taking. Your sweet smile drew me over, what is your name?” Her soft voice floated over the sweet scent of her perfume, my ears were unprepared for her thunderous entry into my ears. Her name was Amanda, how sweet. I indulged in her presence for a few minutes and she excused herself due to her duties as a waitress.

I found the boys out in front of the Bellagio waiting for a cab. It was the first time that I caught my own reflection on the revolving doors. My “Just Cavalli” shirt hugged my muscular physique, my short hair danced to the fainting breeze. And then I saw her, another lovely lady also waiting for a taxi. As I approached I noticed two other men around her… I wondered if they were with her. It was not long before I was already introducing myself to her, somehow I invited her back to our Monkey Bar. She of course agreed, but for $100.00 dollars, Whoa there! She wanted to make the sale and grabbed me, pulling me towards her. She whispered in my ear, “I’m the best escort in Vegas.” I’m not going to lie to you, I fought hard to convince my raging Latin libido to turn her down. Her tight body and blonde hair were a most worthy adversary, but what she did not know was that I’m not like every other guy. I have been learning how to be a man who is not going to be swayed into any relationship where I’m not going to be respected. I could do better and I did. I turned the escort down and jumped in the taxi.

Finally the familiar billboard of Carrot Top welcomed us home. You’re my boy “Top.” – FUCK YOU!!! We made it to the room and I could not help but fall into my Egyptian themed bed, I threw my pants on the chair and dreamed of the lovelies that I had met tonight.

What awaited me the next day was iconic, I completely changed the way my friends saw me and I got a hand job at Cheetah’s.

Lance Burton Presents! Las Vegas Pt. 1

2006-07-20T21:12:00.000-06:00

A most gorgeous blonde sits on the stairs leading to the pool. She carelessly radiates an aura of sexiness as she sits staring into a gloriously sunny day. Her Dior glasses gently cover her soft youthful skin, her pink top holding those two lovely mounds. My heart pounds as I debate to go over and talk to her. It should be easy I socialized with ten different women last night, or so I remember. There is something to be said about having a few drinks before going out, in fact it seems to melt most of my hesitation. And as a man it is a great asset especially when it comes time to introduce yourself to a beautiful girl that you would most likely walks past because of fear. Last night I enjoyed Hangar One Lime and soda as well as Stoli Blueberry and soda, after my sixth drink I fell into a wonderful state of enjoyment. So much so that the next day I was reminded of stripping for some girls to John Denver’s “Rocky Mountain High.” I do love that song, especially when I’m gyrating my hips to it. I also recall someone’s laptop running a delicious porn video courtesy of the people at www.teenpinkvideos.com.

Sitting in the cabana next to the pool I watch many gorgeous bodies walk by and it reminds me to sing the praises of the “Bodygroom” by Norelco, I purchased the product a few weeks ago and trimmed off most of my hair. Next to the pool you can notice the difference especially when guys walk around Chewbaca style.

The most memorable beautiful girls I met happened when Cash, Taggart, Tadpole and I were walking out of Caramel a bar in the Bellagio. Two gorgeous girls were talking next to the door, as soon as I went over to talk to them one of them tried to cut me off. I ignored her attempt and held my composure, from what I remember it happened in this manner:
Gucci: Good evening ladies, you guys are very lovely. I wanted to come over and say hi.
Hottie1: (Uninterested) Hey
Hottie2: (Warm) Hi
Hottie1 tries to blow me off by continuing her conversation with Hottie2. She was attractive but her personality was terrible which made her less attractive. Hottie2 had a warm personality, in fact as I continued:
Gucci: I’m having a blast here in Vegas, where are you girls from?
Hottie1: Not from here
Hottie2: Where are you from?
Gucci: Lovely Denver, CO. Holla!
At this point Hottie1 leaves the set and Hottie2 tells me they have to leave. But before she leaves I reach out, look into her eyes, hold for a few seconds then say:
Gucci: You are amazing, I’m glad I came over to talk to you. Have a good night darling.
I kiss her hand and let her go. Hottie2 smiles, and leaves feeling appreciated.

Before passing out on my bed I drifted off after talking to nine different girls. All of them were amazingly beautiful. Tonight we go out again to meet more lovelies, but now I must talk to all of these amazing women around the pool.

Selling a ketchup popsicle to a woman wearing white gloves

2006-07-17T00:21:00.000-06:00

Politicians are renowned for it, salesmen practice it everyday, and Con Artists make a comfortable living using all forms of building comfort with total strangers. Imagine this, a person walking down the street being approached by a total stranger. Now listen to the stranger as he uses words to build what is non existent trust in this unsuspecting individual. And after having built trust this stranger walks away with $$$$$. Can it be done? Should it be done?

As a successful salesman I have discovered that being successful in this field required changing the manner in which I was approching my clients. What used to be a casual exchange of hurried introductions hoping that the person would buy clothing has turned into memorable interactions with very intelligent and exciting people. One fact eluded me for a long time and that was how a man was able to build comfort with a woman who was a total stranger from a cold approach. The epiphany came during a store meeting where the new GM was sharing his knowledge of sales. His passionate delivery knocked down the door of my ignorance. The answer: Using Open Ended Questions. Have you realized that when you're meeting someone it is so easy to loose that person's attention unless you bring up an interesting subject. Question like, are you from around here, how are you doing, are you having fun, are you single, etc can only produce a yes-no, fine answer. It is these questions that often times only bounce off the surface of the person that you're trying to connect with. Even more so when it is someone that may not even want your help or your company.

So how do Politicians, Salesmans, Con Artists, etc achieve their success with strangers. Part of it is treating any person like a human being and using the open ended questions to allow that person to open up. Great examples can be assumptions, make believable assumptions based on what you think the person may enjoy doing, wearing, or experiencing. Also as many references recommend treat the person as an old friend. Make the interaction fun and energetic, make them feel comfortable and most of all tread cautiously.

I have spoken and made friendships with strangers by being genuine and honest and most of all staying away from the tired closed ended questions many of us use. Most memorable has been meeting two lovely ladies after I commented how much I liked their Coach purses, throughout the conversation I kept them intrigued by sharing my stories of world travel and meetings with his Holiness Pope Benedict.

Visualizing a Prosperous Future

2006-07-15T06:11:00.000-06:00

A few months ago after watching the “Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift” movie Sifu and I headed to a sushi bar to indulge our palate. Inside we dined on delicious California Rolls and an assortment of Sushi. One of the waitresses invited us to try a Sake Bomb, Sifu and I never had Sake Bombs so it was a new experience. The waitress set the bomb up for us by placing a shot of sake on top of two chopsticks lying on top of the glass of beer. Another waitress came over and both encouraged us to strike our hands on the table as hard as we could to knock the shot of sake into the beer. After a few tries I finally swung back with force and allowed my hands to collide with the tranquil bar. The Sake shot finally fell into the beer and I chugged the entire content. Tadpole showed up in time to try a Sake Bomb, I could tell that he was pleased with the experience. What he missed though was a fantastic conversation between Sifu and I regarding new ventures.

I passionately campaigned my ideas to Sifu, who found himself amazed at the potential ahead of us. What makes me unique from the group is my ability to visualize end products and goals. I can already see myself as the successful wealthy gentleman living in a big home with my wife and four children, the sportscars tucked in comfortably in their garages. My years have helped me realize that we all have a passion that drives us towards different goals. My passions drive me towards wealth and prosperity.

Visualization is the strongest part of any successful career or individual. If you can see it you can do it, have been the words spoken by many leaders and winners. Can you see yourself when you're 60 years old? I can, I can see the wrinkles on my hands and the ruckus kicked up by my many grandchildren. We are all creators of our own reality, I used to think that success was impossible in my chosen fields. I no longer have these feelings, for it is the strenght in our hearts that drive us to stand up even after we have fallen multiple times. Can you truly blame the world for your misfortunes, or are you so naive that you cannot see that the real culprit is your lack of hope and confidence in yourself.

So I say Dream and Visualize yourself as a winner, as the best, as the person that you are afraid of being in reality. Hold on to it tightly and you will see that as time passes you will naturally take on the aspects of a winner and all your goals will be realized. Your life is an empty canvas, you are the only one who chooses what will be painted. Don't be afraid to be a masterpiece, because the world cannot have enough of them. I'm one, are you?

Your Majesty, dinner is served!

2006-07-15T02:36:00.000-06:00

This is the first in a series of posts relating to etiquette. I have chosen to begin with the basic principles of dining at home or at an elegant restaurant. One of my greatest beliefs is the art of serving and indulging in a dish while displaying the upmost courtesy to the host, your guest, the chef, and the meal are the highest standards of a true gentleman. So how does a gentleman reflect his fine nature while dining? Here we begin with some basic rules:

1. First and most importantly a gentleman unfolds his napkin and places it on his lap. Having done so he will take into account these principles, his drink will always be placed on the right side of the serving plate, his silverware will be on both the left and right hand side of the plate. The forks being on his left and knives and spoons on his right. Remember to begin by using the utensils farthest away from the plate to dine on the current dish.

2. During the meal the gentleman never picks up a fallen utensil, he casually attracts the attention of the server and requests a new one. Utensils are always left on the plate after the dish has been consumed. This progression leads to fewer utensils on one's setting. If guidance is needed just follow the host's lead and remember pass both the salt and pepper when only one is requested.

3. While dining only consume small portions of food, this will allow you time to continue conversations with your company. If a utensil is used for a meal containing small bones you must dispose the small bones using the same utensil. The same applies to using fingers while dining.

Etiquette is the vessel which allows us to enjoy the wonderful tastes and smells of each meal while in the company of our friends. Without it we would be like beasts gorging on our greediness and ignorance. There is no greater pleasure than imagining oneself sitting like a Duke or Princess in your royal room being attended by your assistants with a delightful meal at your ready and a glass of wine blowing out its wonderful aroma.

Thank you for Shopping at Ferrari of Denver

2006-07-15T00:45:00.000-06:00

My fascination with the Ferrari is well known. In fact one of my motivations while running is visualizing myself as the principal runner for team Ferrari. I'm King Ferrari my nemesis is always the Lamborghini team. Recently I was out with Sifu on Larimer Street on our way to enjoy a delicious Bison steak at Montana Grill. This day the cars and drivers for a cross America race were exhibiting their cars on Larimer. This was the first time I had seen a Porsche Carrera GTII in person. I was also in awe at the Ferrari, Shelby Cobra, and Lamborghini.

One of my passions is speed, I have always pushed myself to my capacity while running or cycling to replicate the feeling of riding in a fast car. This passion has led me to give up my car in exchange for an Infinity G35 coupe. The acceleration on that car is outstanding. I have now made it my goal to buy that car by the end of this year. I have always visualized myself driving in one, and have asked for one, but now I'm going to test drive one. I will also visit the Ferrari of Denver before the end of this summer to test drive the Ferrari Modena. I imagine that moment to be as close to a religious experience as possible. I can already see my hands around that leather wheel, griping tightly yet softly, allowing my body to melt into that leather seat while I squint my eyes and picture myself zooming down 1-25 with the top down and the breeze in my hair.

It will be hard not to be overwhelmed with the desire to get a tattoo of the Ferrari horse on my arm while in Vegas. In the meantime I wonder when it does come time to buy my Ferrari Modena I will be faced with the decision of what color I should choose. The classic emotional red or maybe a calm sky blue, we shall see. In the meantime I will have the sweet humming of the engine forever implanted in my memory.

Seeking Prosperity? You found me!

2006-07-14T17:04:00.000-06:00

Last night I came upon new discoveries while I was out with friends celebrating a birthday. The night began at Panzano where we discussed the book "Radical Honesty" enjoying heated debates and a delicious risotto. My best friends Cash, Taggart, Tadpole and I then headed over to Purple Martini for the Grand Prix Model competition. It was the first time that I wore my white bandana "Cholo" style. It was also the first time that I choose to a attract positive energy, this was an experiment that I took upon after watching a interview film called "The Secret." The interview focused on the positive results of using your mind to attract achievements in many areas of life.

While we were at Purple Martini we discussed our upcoming trip to Las Vegas. Somehow I decided to get a tattoo while I was out there, Taggart in good spirit also matched my feat. His tattoo would be a bleeding heart over his chest which had flames rising and a crown of thorns above it. Tadpole's girlfriend led us to a VIP table where her model friends were celebrating the bday of one of the models. All of these ladies were gorgeous, and I could not help but fall in love with each one. One of these girls performed in the Grand Prix modeling show, what a fantastic body. I've always been drawn to very feminine and glamorous women this amazement keeps me in the company of many beautiful tall slender ladies. Their soft skin, and keen eye for perfection enamorates me but most of all it's their femininity the love of being a woman. Wearing their dresses and updoing their hair, keeping their skin soft and supple. The one thing that I'm most grateful for in life is being a man and being able to appreciate the creation that is a woman.

I left my friends at Purple Martini and headed to Monarck to meet other acquaintances, this was the first time I was out in two weeks. I decided to stop by at my favorite places to chat with my friends at Slim 7, and Spill. The owner of Slim 7 was estatic to see me again and I had an opportunity to thank the bartender for the copy of his DJ CD which he had given me previously. I ran into some old friends and we chatted about what I love most fashion. The hot debate was the red Prada shirt one of my acquaintances was wearing, he mentioned that most of the girls that he had met did not like it. I assured him that they were probably too drunk to see or feel the essence of the Prada design. I enjoyed a wonderful glass of Level and soda while I was introduced to two gorgeous Glamorina girls, their short skirts and slender figures made my heart and cock yearn for that warmth between their legs. The introductions were short because I was pulled away to a different venue.

We arrived at Monarck were I was denied entry by both of the bouncers, one of these was a guy whom I had made an invitation to contact me for a fashion consultation. The invitation was received with pleasure at the time, but this time the same person completely insulted me by not giving me entry. But the rejections gave me the opportunity to think of not only cutting this guy down from his high horse but also to establish myself in every club. So, from here came the following which I now ask each of you:

What type of man do you choose to be? Are you the type that will grovel to the hired hands for what you want in life or to climb the social and professional ladder? Or like me will you choose to be the man that will be recognized by the Owners, CEO's, Venture Capitalists, Managers, and the Elite?

The advantages? As I will invite you to see will result in less effort and energy spent trying to reach a nut on the tree of prosperity when it can be handed to you by those same hired hands while you sit comfortably on your nest with the company of people who control the flow of life.

My drivers in life are wealth, tremendous wealth, popularity, admiration, respect, and love. I have never been the person standing in line waiting anxiously to be given entry, I am the man who walks through the crowd into the welcoming hands of the establishment. I will spend the next weeks establishing myself at my favorite venues, and from this I will provide the established mannerisms to avoid being degraded by any hired hand.

I will also create a group of men with keen fashion taste to join me as I create an image consulting company. I will be going out to the places where the most keen are found, there I will interview many individuals. I look for men who are passionate and outgoing, those who seek to explore an endeavor that will result in successful innovations in style for men.

You ask who I am, all you need to know is I'm Gucci.

Reflections while climbing "The Matterhorn"

2006-07-11T14:22:00.000-06:00

Last week I found myself running from Cherry Creek back to my place. I had been anxious all day for this run as I had not gone on a run for almost four months. Some background on myself, my father was a professional long distance runner and the genes have obviously passed on to me and my brother. I have only run in one professional race many years ago. I adore running, my fondest memories involve striding down an empty street before dawn with the cool breeze on my face and the emptiness of the streets ahead of me. I once shared this fascination with an exotic dancer for about an hour, we reminisced about running during winter when the snow shapes the streets into a winter wonderland. The memories of running on fresh snow in a park when the emptiness of the grass makes the landscape almost an erie barren landscape. Unfortunately Denver has not had much snowfilled mornings, maybe things will be different this time around.

The last six months have been life changing for me, it all began when I met a man named Sifu who lived in the building where I work. There was something that caught my eye about him, the energy that he carried and his enjoyment of life made me yearn for that lifestyle. A few weeks later we spent an hour talking about his conquests and his involvement with a community of Pick Up Artists. I must say I was intrigued, he mentioned that since reading the book "The Game" his perspective on dating and courting young ladies had changed. The book fascinated me, but what really excited me was his stories of conquest and the many number closes. Soon after I read the book and discovered the possibility of courting any lady that I desired through learning the art of social interaction. The book however was only the beginning, after returning from a trip to South Dakota I spent the night with some friends at a strip club dowtown. It was here that Sifu arrived with two other PUA's (Taggart, and Cash), I spent the night speaking to all three men and watching them as they discussed their roles in the community. At first impression Taggart reminded me of a typical German male, his long blonde hair, sloping forehead and confidence impressed me. Cashie was slender and very restrained, of course my respect and admiration grew as I got to know him better. This meeting led me to join the PUA community which I have been a part of for six months now. And I must say that during that time I have endured many wild and iconic nights in downtown Denver. Most memorable have been the confidence that I have shown as I have gone up to groups of men and women without fear of rejection.

These adventures have for the most part been shared by my best friends Sifu, Tadpole, Taggart and Cash. These group of men have become like family to me and during the seven months in which I have known them we have grown very close together. But back to my reflection, as I was running up "The Matterhorn" I realized that I had no goal as a PUA. I had never gone out with goals of one night stands or finding the one. I found greater enjoyment spending time with my friends. And as I pumped my legs up that mountain I came to the conclusion that I found more fulfillment in running in the mornings, cycling, visiting art museums, attending operas, and ballets. These outweighed going out to clubs and bars three or four times a week. And so I decided that I was going to take a break from the PUA lifestyle and use the energy towards following the things that made my heart sing.

I never considered myself a PUA and probably never will. I am a gentleman, a gallant knight, the desire for romance and courtship far outweigh my need to fornicate. I was never one to follow the rules of pickup, for I never had a passion for regurgitate dribble that was mumbled by a hundred other men before. I'm much different than that, my heritage of kings, queens, warriors, gladiators, knights, popes, conquerors, and poets runs through my blood. I have no need to hide my intentions, to silence the sweet words flowing through my mouth like gentle waves upon a pebbled beach. I am a gentleman and so begins my journey.

Ciao Belli

2006-07-09T23:20:00.000-06:00

What a Glorious Day!

Allow me introduce myself my name is F. Gucci and I am one of Denver’s most eloquent and stylish gentlemen. My hobbies include attending symphonies, ballets, operas, museum exhibitions, traveling, carousing with friends, selling svelte Hugo Boss suits, dancing, weightlifting, running, cycling, soccer, and enjoying the company of many of Denver’s lovely ladies. I would like to invite each of you to join me as I present many of my adventures in Denver with my best friends Cash, Taggart, Tadpole, and Sifu. Along the way I will be taking many of you into my underground life of VIP parties, orgies, street racing, and equine competitions. I will also provide advice on clothing, dining etiquette, general manners, and meeting and entertaining lovely ladies. It would be my pleasure to receive your questions regarding these topics as well as comments on my progress as a fine gentleman. Once again I welcome all of you and look forward to having you along for these fantastic adventures. I hope your shoes are shined, your shirt pressed, your tresses washed, and your glass of Cognac filled.