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The T Zone

I probably mentioned my previous employ at Papa John's earlier. It's the only real job I've had other than my current one at Smiley Media. If you're anything like me (is anyone?), then you might assume there's no room for life changing innovation at a major pizza chain. However, you'd be wrong.

When we were hungry, we'd make ourselves a pizza. It's possible that you're not supposed to do that, but it was a laid back environment. My boss was my friend, as were most of my coworkers. Deliveries would take a back seat to dough fights, and phone calls would occasionally go unanswered. Almost every day we'd each make a pizza.

I loved Papa John's pizza. It was a good deal better than other pizza chains, and I thought I'd never get sick of it. As some of you may have experienced, working at a restaurant will make you totally sick of their food.

Week Three Pickup Update: Vegas, Mystery, Complacency

Well, now. It's been three weeks since I started this pickup rampage, and although I still have a long way to go before I get to where I want to be, I've made a huge amount of progress.

Unfortunately, finding a tactful way to report this progress is difficult. People have made comments insinuating that my approach (having quantifiable goals every day) reduces girls to numbers rather than people. In the beginning, that's essentially true. If I approach ten girls and each interaction lasts less than a minute, they aren't much more than numbers to me.

On the other hand, once I actually spend time with a girl, I start to like her as a person and consider her a small part of my life. Even if we're only together for a short time, I get a little protective and feel like I owe her respect. So, for that reason, I basically won't blog about anything that goes on with a girl beyond getting her number. That extends to aggregating events that happen after I meet a girl, because I'd feel awful if a girl read something here and thought that she was just lumped into a  category. I'm not the type of guy who tries to rack up notches on the belt-- I only spend time with girls if I genuinely like them, and I'd hate for a girl to think otherwise.