The Book-A-Broad-A-Day blog

I been gone for a while, but the game is in tact... Now, time to get back to the lessons. Brothers, enjoy

Biting off more than you can chew...

I've seen this too many times and it's gotta stop...if you're dating more than one woman at a time, you gotta make sure you can handle it... and here's a few tips to help you out so you don't wind up like my man ******* who came through the spot last night and was confronted by 2 of his pieces at one time:

The Rules:
1.) Don't Lie- Honesty is the best policy and if you're honest with women from the onset, "Yo, I'm not trying to settle down and I'm seeing other people" then if/when (because she will) she starts tripping, you can be backed up by the fact that you ain't lied to her about your activities... women hate being lied to, and men do a bad job of lying to women, and she's waiting to catch you in a lie, so just don't do it... if you're a boxer, and you always come from the right, you're gonna lose because the other boxer is ready for the right. come with the left and you'll take home the belt... that's how it goes with men and honesty. got it?

2.) If you've got anything over an 8.5, don't overload the boat. Concentrate on your star. Unless your career ends in *ball player or your record just hit the shelves at Target, you probably have maxed out your potential in the 8.5-9 range... at that point, you've got quality and quality trumps quantity any day. Never pimp past one fresh broad to get to the next broad. Focus on what's in the passenger's seat and not on the corner because, unfortunately, you're not gonna do better.

3.) Don't invite your subpar team members to upscale events... Also, on that line of reasoning, if you see one of your lower grades out at an event, be cordial, but don't linger... women judge men on their low, not their high and if a broad sees you milling around with a 6, then she's gonna assume she's too good for you and you're gonna lose in the long run.

4.) Keep your team informed. The difference between a boy running game and a man doing his thang is this: The boy might have 5 chicks who don't know about each other and he's always gonna be afraid of getting caught up. The man might only have 2 or 3, but they're a strong 2 or 3 and they know about each other (on some level or another) and they're cool about it. Trying to run game is only gonna get you caught up in the end, goes back to rule #1, stay open with the communication and a bitch can never come at you with the "You never told me..." or "Who is that bitch" line.

5.) The best offense is a strong defense. I've seen too many nigs lose they pieces because they gave up too much up front. If she don't got a car, then you need to make it known that you're not running a cab service and if she's tryna make it happen (which she is) then she's gonna hafta pay her own carfare, busfare, or find a ride to your crib... same goes with dippin' into your pockets. If you go all out on the first three dates, droppin' dough and spending loot, then you set the precedent that you're that kinda dude and now you're game is stuck with her running up toe score on your checking account. Defend your turf early because playing catch up or trying to assert yourself later is only gonna backfire.

Aiight, that's all you're getting today... Any questions?

Oh, and the numbers... just one for now,

JF: 847-***-3930, age 24 African-American: What can I say besides sometimes, the worst thing you can do is be friendly. I exchanged numbers with this broad just to be friendly since she's new in town and don't know nobody else so I thought I'd help her out. Bad Idea... man, this chick emailed me on the "so what's up with us" tip before I even thought to take her ass out anywhere. Boo, boo this broad.

Aiight, so now I'm back.

Sorry for the wait.

Keep me on track.

Folks, it's been real and it's been fun, but for right now I got more important shit to deal with.

I'll be back eventually... but right now, I gotta put family first.

I'm out.

Last night, me and one of the old Virginia boys, SR, hit up the cheap wing and brew spot for some debate on current events and a Monday night imbibition session. Nothing out of the ordinary and the landscape was pretty target dry... but, I ran into this woman who I'd met previously at a seminar and seen at the clubs and parties a few times, she was with a dude though, so I didn't really linger or try to mack.

However, she came over to me and got my number. So, I need to know if KS: 27, African-American counts as a book, even though I didn't get her number, but she got mine?

Also, as a sidenote: I'm open to answer any questions you all want to post up. I need to expand my mailbag, so if you want to know anything about me, or the project, or the broads, please feel free to hit the comment section with a question.

I'm out.

I've been laying low for the past few days trying to chase off the beginnings of a cold as well as getting to know the personage of some of the young women I've met during my project. What I've found most interesting is the redundancy of the conversations I've been having... yo, dating sucks. Now I know why I haven't done it for such a long time. What's the most concerning thing for me, what really bugs me out, the thing that I'm afraid of is that there are some fools out there who really think this whole notion and concept of "dating" strangers is going to get them any closer to happiness than they are now.

Fine, if you're gonna drink the Kool-Aid, let me help you stir it up good...

Okay fellas, next time you're out on a date and the bill comes wait and see if she reaches for it... I'm not talking about that Bronx Tale-lean-over-unlock-the-door move, no. Seriously, check and see if they woman you're with gives enough of a damn to pay her own way. If the bill comes and she doesn't even feign interest in paying, or worse yet, lets it sit on the table like it's covered in booger-juice and SARS, I got a simple axiom for you...

knick-knack-paddy-whack, leave that broad alone.

All too much, as men, we go out on these dates, all showered up, cleaned up, dressed to the nines, and with the condom waiting under the bed just in case it pops off that night... and all too often, we wind up back at the crib, a few dollars shorter and the trusty profilactic under your box-spring waits another week or so collecting dust until the next round of disappointment.

Is it our fault? Yes, entirely... and here's why: Men do not date in perspective. See, guys go out on a date just like going out to a club, hoping upon hope that they're going to get laid at the end of the night. Women, they just want a salad and some conversation. So what's there to do? Change your standards and adjust your tactics.

If you're looking for the first date beat, then pick a woman with obviously lowered standards, and a dark place that serves liquor. Don't do dinner and a movie and expect her to magically collapse into your bed, fool, this isn't when Harry Met Sally or any other drivel rife film that professes the wonders of love and spontaneity. No, this is a calculated game with predicatable outcomes based on what you aim for and what you aim with.

The moral of the story, if you want sex, don't go on a "date"... set up a time to get liquored up with the woman in question and figure out a hook to get her back to the house. That's it, simple, plain, easy. If you want good conversation and to make a new friend, find a restaurant, a good bottle of wine, and take the slow boat to China.

And now, the highlight... the lowlight:
Highlight, sorta...
CM, 312.***.1120 Age 27-Caucasian: Pro, she's cool, I've seen her out before and I think that she was really trying to come at me like "let's make it happen tonight". Con, she used to mess with my boy. Not that that's a problem, but I'd be remiss to take any woman seriously who one of my buddies has already smutted out and I've been filled in on the sorrid details. If I didn't know and found out later, well, that's another story.

The Lowlight...
KH, 708.***.6005 Age 35-African-American: Honestly, for real, if you're over 33 never been married, single, and at a nightclub giving your number out to a guy like me, you need help. The club is clearly a crutch and you've got some bigger issues in life to deal with. This one would've been a highlight if I'd met her at a book-club or church or on the street, but she was just too old to be out like that. And her friend was really, really, really trying too hard to look younger than what she was. It was a sad sight, folks.

Alright, back on the grind this week. I've got a few events lined up and some experiments I'd like to try out. In the mean time, please feel free to hit me with comments.

I'm out.

I mean, you gotta think that it would be really hard for any man to try to holler at her back in the late '60's/early 70's without having some type of complex about her former husband, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther Tha Kaing Jr. Think about it, dude got shot and she was still rather young, still attractive, and rather sportable. But the most unfortunate portion of her existence, which is ironically the most celebrated, was the success of her husband? I know what you're thinking, "Well, Jackie Kennedy got married after her husband was shot." And this is true, however, she married Aristotle Onasis, a billionaire shipping tycoon... so yeah, the move from leader of the free world to grillionaire with mad boats is about fair. Unfortunately for Coretta, there was no Aristotle Onegroe to try to win her affections. That shit had to suck, yo. Think about any poor bastard who even attempted the mack on her, the conversation probably went a little something like this:

Poor Bastard: "So you're a widow? What did your late husband do?"
Coretta: "Overcame, you know, ended segragation, got black people the right to vote, had a dream, y'know, stuff like that."
PB: "Wow, that's impressive"
CSK: "Yeah, he was shot and sparked riots in over 100 cities. Did I mention he also won a Nobel Peace Prize?"
PB: "Man, that's amazing. He should have a holiday."
CSK: "I know. So what do you do?"
PB: "It's not important. I'm gonna go over there and, ummm, mind my own business or something."

It's kinda like when you find out a chick you're trying to talk to used to date a pro-ball player or a man of clearly greater stature or wealth. It's hard to reckon with being a downgrade.

But that's not what you're here for... so here they are, folks. The highlights and lowlights. It's 17 days into the year and I've amassed 24 numbers. Here's a few worth mentioning.

MB: 610.***.5352- age 24, African-American. This was a misguided mack, people. I will fully admit that I got caught between my homegirl SW introducing me to her and her amazingly large rack. By the time I noticed that I'd been mildly duped and subtly led astray, it was too late. Yes, folks, I booked a big girl. Blame my overzealouness and the scotch. Eh well, it counts. And her rack is indeed huge.

JB: 773.***.1908- age 23, African-American. The world is small, folks, and as young black professionals, it's even smaller. She knew the people having the party (more on that later) who knew a girl who went to school with me, who knew a guy who I used to work with, who knows a girl who was seeing a guy who I work with now. Atlanta, Oakland, Washington DC, to Chicago.... and it took all that verbal traveling to get back around to, I know you and you know me. I got the number. Unfortunately, she knows way too many people I know.

MM: 773.***.6796- age 25, Indian. I post this because this is an example of trying to proxy a mack to someone who drops the ball. I asked my boy JE to toss me up the alley-oop and I'd be standing under the basket to slam it in. He threw the low pass and I got stuck in traffic and instead of getting a clear lane, I had to struggle to get to the rim. Long story made short, if you want to get a proper assist, you need someone with the same game philosphy as you.

OM: 773.***.3232- age 22, Hispanic. Okay, big shout out to my boy B-Mac and D for having one of the best open air markets for macking in recent memory. I can honestly say that it's rare in these days and times for another group of guys to open their coffers and let an open room of dudes holler at all the women they know. AND all the women (save two or three) were holler-atable. This one was my good come-up for the night because she came up to me. I wish I could go into detail, but it would do it a disservice to write about it. But also, big shout out to TT for running some of the most solid interference in the history of the game. That man throws a block better than Orlando Pace.

So, what did we learn? It's better to share and that one of the hallmark's of quality macksmanship is the ability to defer as well as to proceed. It's like judging a good point guard... if they just run the ball up the court and shoot, they may rack up points, but it's the ability to distribute the ball, get other players involved, and lift the team as a whole the separates the Bob Cousy's and Jason Kidd's of the game for the Stephon Marbury's. No one wants to be on the team with a Marbury.

You learned it in Kindergarten, sharing is cool.

Aiight, time to get back to work.

If you're out, at a bar, alone and you want to talk to a woman, just tell her you think you've been stood up. keep checking your watch, keep drinking cranberry juice, and look generally concerned. I promise, you will book.

that being said, and that having worked:
NS: 708.***.4198. age 27, African-American: Classic case of cute girl with cuter friend and since this is a numbers game, I decided to go for the low hanging fruit rather than try to overextend myself. We talked for about 20 minutes before she got up to leave and offered me her number right before I could ask for it. Her girl (did I mention her girl looked better than her?) was getting chatted up by some cornball dude and he ruined the good time for both of us. Fellas, if you're in a situation, and you're losing, abort the mission so you don't go and fuck it up for the rest of us.

It's Takeover Thursday... I'm gonna pop my head in and see what it looks like.

Women need to think about this sometime.

I was having a discussion with a female associate of mine the other day and she was going off about how she can't understand why a man would cheat, particularly on her. She made some valid points, she's smart, attractive, somewhat domestic, has a good job, and (from her proclamation) is damn good in the sack. But she can't figure out why some dude stepped out on her.

But she didn't think about the big picture. Remember, a man cheated on Halle Berry. HALLE, MAN! A millionaire, sooper-dooper fine ass actress who's won an Academy Award. C'mon, women, if a dude will step out on that shit, do you think for a second you stand a better chance when you're getting by month to month, look aiight, and haven't won jack nor shit since the 8th grade science fair?

Don't take this for a misogynist's rant... it's not... just a reality check. It can happen to anyone, so never overestimate your hand... think about that next time a man steps to you and asks for your number when you haughtily and happily dismiss him.

TF: 847.***.9031- Age 22, African-American. I'm only posting this one because I actually called her. It was a pretty interesting conversation about absolutely nothing. As I've gotten older I realize that conversation that doesn't end in a meeting place and time is a waste of time. Cell phones have commodified conversation and I'm a victim as well as everyone else in the Don't Waste My Minutes Because Conversation Is Money game.

It's Wednesday... I'm working late, so I'm going to have to do some serious work at lunch to keep the streak alive.

I'm out.