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Guess Who's Bizzack!

2006-04-27T19:27:00.000-07:00

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.

I'm taking some time off...

2006-01-31T06:07:00.000-08:00

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.

I Need A Ruling From The Judges...

2006-01-24T07:49:00.000-08:00

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.

So much, and yet, so little...

2006-01-23T14:43:00.000-08:00

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.

Coretta Scott King Must've Had It Bad...

2006-01-17T08:20:00.000-08:00

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.

Fellas: Try this sometime...

2006-01-12T15:31:00.000-08:00

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.

A man cheated on Halle Berry...

2006-01-11T08:26:00.000-08:00

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.

The power of persausion and the allure of cigarettes...

2006-01-09T09:32:00.000-08:00

I don't quite know what's gotten into me over the past few days... I can't call it a crisis of conscience or any type of moral epiphany, in fact, it's quite the opposite. Somewhere between Thursday afternoon and Friday morning the idea of participating in a morally bankrupt and overtly pedantic activity such as this began to slightly concern me. Not that what I'm doing may not be right, or may even border on wrong... not at all.. what really began to concern me was how quickly I had gone from viewing women as people to viewing them as targets. I was at Borders, hanging out by the magazines trying to decide if I was going to go after the studious looking one in the news and current events section, or the one who was checking out People and In Touch magazines right beside me.

I chose the dumber of the two and was pleasantly shocked when she turned me down... apparently, I chose the wrong one. Not to worry, I still got two numbers that night.

All in all, it was a good haul for the weekend... 14 numbers in total.

The Highlights:
CE: 708.***.1103- Age 24, Hispanic. Nice looking woman, I think she told me she was an accountant. Damn shame she's part of the project or I would seriously consider going out with her. But she did suffer from the wack buddy... her friend was muy lame and was fucking up any action she might've gotten thrown her way by sitting next to her and looking surly as hell all night. Luckily, I was able to thwart Count Wackula by sending in my trusty wing-woman, NB, to occupy her with shiny objects and deft conversation about nothing.

DR: 708.***.4125- Age 29, Hispanic. I'd met her before, but I was drunk and I didn't get her number because I couldn't decide if she was attractive or if it was Johnny Walker Judgement. But she's not bad at all. Under normal circumstances, I don't think I would have gotten her number, but since this isn't about me, I had to do what I had to do for the project and so, she's been catalogued.

QD: 773.***.8570- Age 25, African-American. She was actually quite entertaining and I really want to pat myself on the back for this one because I was able to break through the wolfpack of dudes trying to talk to her by engaging her in a conversation about work, since we're both in the same industry. Points for me for business card pimping, what was a "let's get lunch sometime" was an easy transition to, "how about drinks after work?"... My boy B saw it transpire, he gave me a high five and bought my next drink for that.

The Lowlight:
*This was a sorry one right here... I mean, she looked good, but she just couldn't get her story together and wound up looking real bad in the process*
MC: 773.***.7268- Age 27, Hispanic. When I started talking to her, she was with it and cool, and then when I went for the number she told me she had a boyfriend... fellas, take notes... so I asked her what her boyfriend's name was and she paused and stuttered for like 10 seconds. Because she was lying... so I said, "look, you don't have to lie, if you don't want to give me your number, it's okay."... until 5 minutes later when her girl told her who I was and then her pitch changed... she was mad apologetic, acting like she was profusely sorry and whatnot and gave me her cell, home, and work numbers and telling me to call her this week.

No. No, and No... it's a damn shame when an opportunistic chick is so transparent that they can't let the night ride by without trying to bilk someone who they think is dumb or hypnotised by breasts. She lost points majorly. I shoulda booed her to her face for that.

Lesson learned: Win some, lose some... but never sell yourself out or short because there's too many guys talking to a chick or because she throws you some lame shit. Women hold themselves up to a certain standard and all too often, men don't hold women to the same standards that they're being held to.

Don't sell yourself out and don't be confused into thinking that you're not in the driver's seat at all times.

Another week, another chance to get some numbers.

And they're off!

2006-01-05T08:34:00.000-08:00

Okay, so we're five days into the new year and so far I've gotten 5 numbers. Now, I have to be honest here and admit that I haven't gotten a number a day, but I have on some occassions, recieved several numbers in a day to balance it all out.

So, here are some highlights:

SN: 773.***.6631- age 31, hispanic. I got this number on Sunday, she's cute and all, but I was turned off when she opened up her phone to take my number and I saw that she had Pitbull on her wallpaper. If you're over say, 16, then having a rapper on your phone is crazy dumb. But then again, I'm not sure about this one's mental acumen... she's one of those people who text dumb shit like "C U L8R" and puts smiley faces in the text. I don't see there being much future in this one.

BM: 773.***.8501- age 25, african-american. I got this one on Sunday as well. Pro: She has a lower back tattoo and a tongue ring so she's clearly a freak. Con: She had some really rough looking hands, like, I think she could palm a basketball or toss a cinderblock. No matter, she's unemployed and thus, she won't get a call.

TB: 630.***.3651- age 22, african-american and a mixture of other things. This was a Tuesday night pick-up... huuuuge tits, folks. I think, wait... I KNOW she caught me staring at them at least 6 times. Problem with this one is that she's a weedhead... I don't like weedhead women.

There were some others, but they weren't really noteworthy. Just phone fodder.

In the meantime, I've learned a key lesson starting this endeavor off... The hardest part of any of this has been starting the conversation. After you've held a woman's attention for about a minute, it's all good in the hood. But most men screw the pooch on the approach and that's why they miss the number. See, these broads think they're doing you a favor by letting you talk to them, when actually, they're the one's who've been chosen. The flaw that I found in myself, and in others, is that men don't approach women like they're in control so they try dumb shit like buying drinks or pick-up lines or something equally as sad or corny, when all you really gotta say is "hello" and make a generic comment about something going on in the room.

It's that simple.

We'll catch up later to see how the rest of the week went.

The Project...

2006-01-04T11:01:00.000-08:00

I spent New Year's Eve with a group of friends, three of whom are engaged, two of which are in long term relationships, and then me... nowhere remotely close to either.

It's not that I'm not looking for something special or meaningful, it's just that I don't particularly care or have the patience to try to start a long term relationship.

So what are my alternatives? I guess I could try to become introspective and think about ways that I could become a better man, treat women better, strive to be more like my friends.

OR...

I could see just how far I can get in this single life without really having to make a firm commitment to anybody.

And so it begins... I choose the latter, and as a result, I'm now in the process of trying to get at least one woman's phone number a day for the next 365 days... that's at least 365 different women who I have to try to convince to give me their number. It could be a daunting task, but I bet it's gonna be funny.

So, you're invited along for the ride. See just how far I can take this.