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During one of my belt-tests (I don’t remember which color), there was a portion they called “freestyle defense”, where you would stand in the center of the room, and face a certain direction, not move, and one of your fellow students could attack you in any way he wanted, as long as the attack was non-karate (i.e. grabbing you, choking you, whatever), even if the attack was from behind.
My attacker for this test was a big bastard who was a full head taller than me and a full belt beyond me. So unfair. This bastard walked around behind me, and grabbed me from behind, around my stomach, pinning my arms, and locking his hands together.
I thought “No problem!” because I was well-versed in a series of moves that were designed to get me out of just such a hold.
The only problem was, none of them worked. I did them exactly right, and still he held on. I did them again, exactly right. He still held on. He was just too big, too strong. I did them again. They still didn’t work. I did them over and over and over and…
The sensei called a time out. My attacker and I both paused. My sensei was a 4th dan black belt in three different styles of karate who sometimes moonlighted as a bodyguard for celebrities and politicians. He had been in knife fights and had been involved in one fight where a man had actually died (i.e. not him). Sometimes his voice would crack because a man once kicked him in the throat (and again, this was a real life fight, not an in-dojo fight). The reason I stopped taking this karate class was because one day we had discovered my sensei had skipped town, because he had beat the shit out of a guy after he accused him of fucking his girlfriend. And this guy he beat up was a cage fighter from South America who looked like a brown-skinned Arnold Schwarzenegger.
If you looked up “badass” in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of my sensei’s pinky finger.
He looked at me with those eyes of steely iron, and screamed at me “Stupid little Blackdragon»! If what you’re doing isn’t working, DO SOMETHING ELSE!”
I nodded dutifully like the little beeotch I was back then, appropriately humiliated.
He clapped his hands and we resumed, big bastard’s hands still locked around my stomach.
I forgot about the technique I was using earlier, which was more of a “wiggle-out” technique, and did something different. I completely improvised. I stamped my foot on big bastard’s big toe. Hard. Three times. He screamed. I felt his grip lighten. Then I thrust my head backwards and smashed his chin. He let go. The rest was easy. I had him on the floor within about 4 seconds.
I never forgot Mr. Badass’s advice.
Fast forward eons and galaxies later, I’m trying to schedule about 10 different women for first meets, day2’s and day3’s, trying to get some new pussy into my life. And, for some odd reason, they ALL keep rescheduling for the same reason: they’re all getting sick.
I don’t know if it’s just odd weather causing this, or if there’s some big flu virus running around in my part of the country, or whatever, but I’m not kidding, one woman after another reschedules me and pushes back my first meets, day2’s, and day3’s from being fucking SICK. Now, this is a purely temporary problem and no big deal, but it WAS starting to piss me off a little!
I actually start thinking about calling my MLTR’s more often (bad idea) or even resuming my daygame sarging. But instead, I remember my sensei’s words from so long ago. So I do something completely different.
So I hop onto MySpace and send out a bunch of emails to some hot 18 year-olds. Something I don’t ever do (my online game» focuses on dating sites»). I did something completely different.
Within one week of sending these emails out, I’m having sex with a hot 18 year-old from one of these emails, fucking her very tight, almost virgin-like pussy. (The LR is over in Field Reports right now...I just fucked her again today, the day I write this.) It was literally one week from email to lay, all the while I’m still scheduling chicks for day2’s and first meets who are recovering from being sick. Not only did I NOT have to just have to sit around without any new women while I waited for my current prospects to get better, but once these women get nailed back down on the schedule, this new 18 year-old will be a pure wonderful BONUS.
If you’re doing the same shit, over and over and over again and not getting results (and the word “results” on mASF SHOULD mean “getting laid”), then STOP what you’re doing, and DO SOMETHING ELSE.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, when I was a freshman in high school, I took an intense karate class three times a week. During belt-tests and similar events, the fighting was full-contact. No gloves or any of that pussy shit (ok, we did wear mouth guards, but that was it).
