well...when I ask Cherri out in front of her parents. I was clean and sober.
It was actaully after an NA meeting. She wasnt a member or had any drinking
or drug problems. She only went there that one night to support her sister.
She was actaully a nurse. I like hot nurses
I wasnt going to see her again, if i didnt speak up...
So if she turned me down. I wouldnt see her again anyway.
It was striaght up like that. So I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
I want what I want and the only person that standing in my way was me....
It was like, fresia it. Do or die kind of thing.
Cherri was fine, fine, fine....She could have been a super model if she
wanted to. I didnt know she was a nurse..but the way she dressed
and carried herself, she looks like a woman that was way out of my league.
So whatever fears I had..I had to let go, faced or walked through.
All those fuckie feelings came over me. Crazy stupid honeysuckle ran across
my mind. I took a deep breath and strolled towards Cherri.
I took up courage inspite of it all.Serious mother fucken balls.....
What's really cool about that was.. Her mother gave me a hug too.
She told us kids to have a great time. Obviously her mother
knew I was a sort of badboy, but deep down inside she knew
I was really a nice guy with fucken balls. A man that would
be nice to her duaghter. A man with determinations and would
also do whatever it takes and take the actions to get the job done inspite of everything.
Because these are all the things i would have to do..to provide Cherri a nice loving home
and the quilty of life Cherri deserves. As a man, i couldnt wait around for honeysuckle to happen.
I had to make it happen and sometimes rather quickly. Get over my bullshit quickly
to get whatever I want and whatever Cherri wants.
She knew i was kind da scared to asked her duaghter out. You cant fool mothers.
Straight up.....Cherri's mother saw the confidence in me and the apple dosnt fall to far from the tree.
"Courage is not without fears"
Yeah...those first few moments and the steps I took told her mother alot about me.
Obviously i couldn't say stupid ass lines to Cherri in front of her mother.lol
Even though i hitted on her daughter big time. Im cool like that.
Plus her big ass titays has a radar with my name on it
Of couse she caught me for a sec here and there stairing at her boobs.lmao
All the complicaTed honeysuckle....At the end of the day, I still had to keep it simple and direct.
The thing of it is....I was also a business manager. I had plenty of drop dead gorgeous
saleswomen come to my office all the time. Flirted with plenty of them.lol
Exposure to these professional women everyday. Talking to a hot babe wasnt a big deal to me.
Even though I was in casual just wearing my shorts and tank top....when i asked Cherri out.
She didnt know who I was, what i did for a living. How much money i made...ect
None of those things was a factor when I asked her out.
I had my fucken badass sports car parked around the conner. She didnt know....
She also found out later I was a badass guitar player and messed me like a rock star..hahaaa
So I wasnt going to tell her a bounch of bullshit lines...especially in front of her mom.lol
"Yo babe...Im a badass guitar player and I make honeysuckle loads of money...blah...blah blah...."
"How about you and I just fresia???"lol
Plus Ive been with pretty girls all my life. Wheather i was just dating them or had serious relationships
with them. So...a lot of it is...simple exposure and experince which lower the tensions. Im simply more
lax around women when I interact with them. Its, take the body first and the mind will follow kind of thing.
Im also playful with a quirky sense of humor. I can clown around and laugh at myself with the woman
Im in a relationship. Act like a fool..the women arnt laughing at me..They're laughing with me.
Which plays a factor in my sense of security about myself and not worry so much what people things about
me....
My piont is...you're worrying too much of being like a fool. Worrying too much what others may think
about you. Worry too much about your reputations..ect Take yourself and life too seriously...
These are basic good self esteem and confidence stuff...
So fucken what if Im a goofball. As long as I get it...I get it.
So fucken what if you just straight up and ask this chick out in front of the world...
other people or customers in line behind you.
Straight up just ask her.....who gives a fresia what other people thinks.
So ******* what if you get shot down and reject in front of other...
So ******* what if you straigth up and ask another chick out that you find attractive in front
of other people....Being rude or a fool?
O really???...that's worrying too much what other thinks.
I dindt worried too much what Cherri's mom was going to think of me either or felt I was rude
hitting on her daughter in front of her....Ya know what Im saying?
There were honeysuckle loads of people standing around when I asked her out too...
People i knew that probably would think I was a dumbass, if i got shot down too.lol
I didnt give a fresia what they thought...I didnt wanna fresia them...
I wanted to fresia Cherri....Ya know what Im saying?
Do you want results or worries what others think ????
Wiegth these two simple things out...ponder about it for a sec or two....
It's not rocket science......
At the time in my life...I had just gotten out of a LT relationship.
I also had a sponsor that help me through alot. Mr. Miakie sortta kind of dude.lmao
He made do things that i felt was stupid and retarded...
Fucken wax on...wax off kind of thing....the lessons or principles hidden in the activites
he asked me to do...but my mind and body had to graps it and process it.
For 90 days...I bitched and moan. Cried my heart out. He allow me to do that.
But after a whiles ..I got into a rut of just going to work and coming home...then call my sponsor
to ***** and moan...***** and moan some more.lmao
He also knew I needed a woman in my life and needed to move forward with my life....
Then oneday he told me to go out into the court yard of the church and get on my knees and pray
to the statue of Saint Francis...That Saint Fransic would grant me all my hopes and dreams...even if it's a hot chick.lmao
I was like "WTF you do mean???? Get down on my knees during daylight in front of the fucken world...Id looked like
a fucken nutcase and a fool".lol
He told me....."follow the fucken instructions or gtfo."lmao
"go pray to Saint Francis , get on your knees for 15 mins or go the fresia home and cry some more"lol
So I went into the court yard. Got on my knees...Prayed to the statue...Looked around to see if other people
were watching..And of course there were. It felt totally mother fucken rediculous to me.FFS
But i did...For a moment or two i really felt Sanit Fransic could work mirracles.
Then a couple of weeks goses by.
So we're just hanging out having coffee or whatever...
Then he asked me what i thought about a chick that just walked by.
Id tell him..."yeah dude, she's hot. I'd like to have her"
Then he would tell me.." go ask her out or go home N whine like a little *****"lmao
Of course the first 3-4 women totally rejected me. I got shot down and felt like honeysuckle...
Then he would tell me to go pray to Sain Fraincis some more...Well fresia me.lmao
What in the hell is the world gonna think???
Saint Francis granted me, my prayers...Cherri and more.lmao
And of course...He pulled me aside oneday and told me..I should reconsider narrowing down
the numbers of women i was dating and jugling....
In the process of all of that...Id asked so many women out. Gave my numbers to lots of women,
some of them didnt called me back until months later...stuff like that. I was dating 5-6 women at the sametime.
My sponsor also knew...I also needed to date differnt women. So that I may know all women arnt the same.
Plus I was still vaunerable and tend to fall in love with the first woman i meet quickly.
It was healthy for me to dated different women.
What Im also say is...I can be informed not to worry so much what people say....
I had to practice it or put it into actions someway, somehow.
My sponsor didnt go into great details about some of the barriers that was blocking me...He knew and can preach to me about it.
He simply got me to pray to a statue over and over again so that my mind and body can process it. My body also had to
process it. It was a gradaul process. He simply use the statue as a bridge for me to get over to the other side.
A steping stone...Baby steps...ect.
He was also trying to teach me about faith and trust. Having faith and trust in a fucken statue seem redicuous to me.
It wasnt the staute in itself...It was more about my trust and faith.
He could had asked me to go pray to a fucken wall for all that matters.
I had major fucken trust issues...especailly after a relationship break up.