After work I went to get some dinner with Doug and Steve. Doug is one of the engineers at Smiley Media, who you will be hearing about soon due to some incredible plans we have set in motion. Steve, as you may remember owns Smiley Media. Jonah joined us later for drinks and fish tacos (for those of us who don't drink) at Saba, a generically trendy bar downtown. The draw was that its windows look down onto Cedar Street, where the Spasmodics were playing. The Spasmodics are a band who probably deserve some description, but I don't care enough to go into it.
When we were at Saba, I saw some incredibly hot girls. I know that may not seem noteworthy to a lot of readers, but I don't see a ton of hot girls on a regular basis for some reason. That should change.
Anyway, we all decided to go back to my place to watch Lost. Steve, Doug, and Jonah took Jonah's car, and I took mine.
As I stopped at a red light, I noticed that a girl in a pickup truck next to me was staring at me. I was on the phone, but she motioned to roll down the window. I didn't really know what to make of it. It seemed like she was going to compliment me on my hat, but was it really necessary to do that from car to car?
I put my friend on hold and rolled down my window.
"Hey! I read your blog!" she said.
Whoa! Someone actually recognized me from my blog. How cool is that?! It's not like I even have a lot of pictures up. I guess it also happened when I went to school, but those were people who had stumbled across the UT Tunnel Story.
The light turned green and she added, "I love your hat!" as I drove off. Hey, my prediction was right.
I really see no alternative to this. In the pickup community I am a celebrity of sorts. Enough that people know who I am, know my story, and are often times very excited to meet me. I've even signed a few books.
Several times I've been stopped and asked for autographs because my style of dress is a bit outlandish (thanks, Mystery!).
Rarely a night would go by going out where some group of girls wouldn't ask to have their picture taken with me.
My little sister tells all of her friends about me and to them I am a celebrity of sorts.
I'm not trying to convince you I'm a celebrity - because I'm clearly far from it, but I have had experiences which give me a feel for being what a celebrity would be like, and I love it.
I was hanging out with one of my very successful friends a couple weeks ago. He told me that I was the first person he'd known who wanted to be famous just for the sake of fame. Not for the money, but just for the experience of being famous. He has no desire to be famous. He asked why I wanted to be famous.
I want to be famous because it's an option. I can't imagine dying without doing everything there is to do (besides drugs and drinking), and being famous is one of those things. What a change in perspective it would be. To go from wanting attention to having too much of it.
People say that fame corrupts and is a big hassle. I don't think it would ever bother me. It opens up doors that may otherwise remain closed. When people in the pickup scene approach me, I don't blow them off. It's not that I really want to answer the same questions I've asked a million times. It's that I can put myself in their shoes. I know that the enjoyment they get from hearing me answer the questions is far greater than inconvenience to me, so I answer them. Sometimes I enjoy the conversations too, of course - but a lot of pick up artists have the knee jerk reaction of blowing off the people who want to talk to them.
Also, I think I'm a great influence. I would love to have a soapbox to stand on and show kids that you can be yourself and be liked by everyone and that you can stay away from drugs and drinking and have fun.
Someday I'll get there. I've got a few ideas.
You work for RSD? What does that have to do with me being the greatest Travel show host in the land?
AHHH...Spasmatics they used to play at the Dragon Fly on Santa Monica Blvd. for a while drawing a pretty big celebrity crowd. I remember back in austin it used to be all about the Scabs...
If I didn't work for RSD, I think you might make a good host for one of my new MTV travel shows
Sorry if you've already explained and i missed it, but what's the deal with not drinking? Are you 100% teetotal? Why? Have you always been?
I'm in the UK and whilst I can appreciate the idea of not needing alcohol as a social prop, nightlife revolves around it!
Eminem: Dont you wanna grow up to be just LIKE ME???!?!?! :) Yeah, you beeing famous rapper would be a great thing for the game to be introduced to the generall public and maybe even be incorporated into the mainstream...imagine how that would affect the number of rapes and murders a? Game rules!
I love failure. When it occurs, I'm pretty indifferent to it, but as a concept I love it. Failure lets you know that you're doing something wrong. It shines a light on a personality trait that needs to be fixed,one that probably would go unchanged if it weren't for failure.
People who fail and get angry are missing the point. Failure is opportunity. It's like getting angry that your car tells you you're low on gas. The indicator light isn't the problem,the level of fuel is. Further, hiding the failure doesn't solve the underlying problem. Disconnecting the indicator light won't fill up your gas tank, but filling up your gas tank will turn off the light.
During my tenure as a pickup artist, I never took failure personally. It never mattered to me. Each time I failed, I felt as though the girl had revealed a secret to me. No attractive girl is chaste her whole life, no girl is a bitch to every guy. If she didn't want me to call her, that meant that there was something unattractive about me that I had to change. Compliments and success stroke my ego, but honest critical feedback leaves me thinking for months.
I have failed financially so far. It's not that I'm poor, or anywhere close to it. I'm sure my income, net worth, or lifestyle are impressive or even enviable to a lot of people. I'm so immeasurably grateful for everything I have that I feel a tinge of guilt on a daily basis for not spending the entire day thanking everyone who has made my life so great. However, despite whatever success I have, I am not where I want to be. I will be a billionaire, I will own my own submarine and airplane, and I will spend the majority of my life traveling and seeking adventure. I'm not nearly as close as I should be to these goals, and I'm not exactly on the express train there.
In my current stage of life, I'm an aftercare director, substitute teacher, babysitter. I spend a lot of time with kids which I enjoy, but there's one class that has tried my patience more than any other--the first grade. The first time I substituted for their class, I wanted to go home and drink an entire bottle of wine afterward. They exhausted me. I thought I was good with kids, then I met these kids and wasn't sure anymore. They refused to stay in their seats. I couldn't get the words "be quiet" out of my mouth before they were talking...again. They tattled, they never raised their hands, they had a stack of worksheet corrections everyday that was daunting. Every time I had to sub in this class, I was exhausted before I walked in the door.
I've subbed for this class a number of times throughout this school year. Their teacher's husband is fighting a hard battle with cancer right now, so she has to be out frequently. Not long after we came back from Christmas break, they found out he was facing some invasive procedures in the near future, so one of the teacher's assistants and myself were asked to sub in first grade for a couple of weeks. Our goal was to just make it through without losing our minds.
But something unexpected by me happened. I began to learn each of the kids' personalities, his quirks, her story. I learned encouragement was a much more powerful motivator than scolding. I learned to just listen to them. I learned to make learning as interactive as possible (they made those space shuttles while learning about the moon). I learned to get them out of their seats as much as possible. We hopped on our two feet while we counted by twos. We took a break in the afternoon to do the Cha Cha Slide, and we did stretches to calm down (This is not as idyllic as it sounds, but it is fun). I came home to-the-bone tired every day, but things started to get better.
And imagine my surprise, when I suddenly felt deep affection for these kids. We drew a smiley face on the board, and if someone was particularly hardworking or helpful, we would put his or her name under the smiley. I choked up the day I got to put one of the most exhausting student's name under it. A few days later, I put every name under that smiley face because they all remembered to raise their hands before speaking. They're still rambunctious and like to talk more than they like to listen. They still wear me out, but it's different. When they inevitably misbehave or make mistakes, I understand why because I've gotten to know them. I'm better at engaging them in their work because I know their interests.