What was meant to be a few months turned into six months, but as of this afternoon, I finally do not live on my friend’s couch anymore. Looking back, I really had no idea what I was doing when I got out of college. I mean, what the fuck was I thinking? For whatever reason, I assumed I could be unemployed, party five nights a week, live on a couch and somehow maintain a respectable and decent lifestyle. I was naive and in denial. I enjoyed my last years of college TOO much, and as a result I resisted changing that lifestyle as long as possible. It wasn’t until I was financially forced to shift that it finally happened. A couple of takeaways from my couch experiences for readers:

1) No one may EVER use the excuse, “I would have tried to pull her, but my place was a mess,” or any variation thereof, around me. EVER. Dude. Seriously. I just lived on a couch for six months. It wasn’t even a nice couch. It was a broken futon that my roommates ate on every day. My belongings were all in boxes on the balcony or in a suitcase in the corner. Did I pull anyway? Yes. We called it the “AIDS Futon” for a reason. If I can live on a couch and bang five girls on it, I don’t care how small/ugly/messy/hot/cold/stingy your room is. No excuses. This may be the only thing I can be proud of from the this episode in my life.

2) If you don’t have your lifestyle and identity in check, your game will go to shit. I don’t care who you are or how good you are: if you’re broke, living in shit and not accomplishing shit, your results will screech to a halt. I know I just bragged up above about banging five girls on my couch, but five girls is WAAAAAYY below par for me over that amount of time. I saw a huge drop-off in my results because I became incongruent with the persona I was presenting to women. I was a deadbeat. Girls don’t want to fuck deadbeats. When you’re in college, you can behave like a deadbeat and it’s socially acceptable. Once out of college, a deadbeat is a deadbeat. It wasn’t until I stopped sarging in December and got my life in order that things started looking up again. I’ve been dwelling on these concepts of identity, social capital, and self value a lot lately. Expect some monster posts about them soon.

That’s about it. With this and a legitimate job offer in the Financial District, I finally feel this transitional phase of my life closing. Transitions suck, but they’re necessary evils. I have a much clearer concept now of who and what I want to be in the next six months, and I’m excited as I can see myself quickly embodying that person every day. I think later this week I’ll type of a medley LR called “The Futon Follies” documenting some of the crazy antics that happened on that thing — despite representing such an abysmal segment of my life, there ARE some hilarious memories.