What are your thoughts on dealing with ADD chicks around there friends? Calling them out on it didn’t appear to work (I think they were sorority girls from some college), and they got distracted by every shiny object in the venue. We eventually ejected and opened another set that hooked, but the fact that these chicks didn’t bugs me for some reason. Any thoughts on dealing with this?

Guys and girls go out at night for two different reasons. Guys go out to get laid (most treat the process like being in the right place at the right time, as if it were being struck by lightning). Girls go out to have fun. That doesn’t mean they don’t fuck. It doesn’t mean that they don’t hook up. They obviously do. It just has to be really fun for them to do it.

ADD club chicks (and sorority chicks) in particular are looking for something in addition to having fun: to look cool in front of their friends — whether it being the prettiest girl, or dancing with the hottest guy, or knowing the DJ, or whatever.

These girls are constantly value-scanning the venue looking for something exciting to do or looking for something that’s going to make them look cooler than everybody else.

If you’re not exciting them or making them looking cooler than everybody else, then you’re done. They’re gone.

This is why these are the girls who complain (complain, can you believe it?) that some guys came and hit on them, and then two minutes later are tonguing down some meat-head in an Affliction shirt.

Why? Because Affliction guy is a bouncer and has muscles and looks cool, and the other guys are just plain average dudes.

To answer your question, girls like this require massive amounts of energy and kino. You have to be fun as shit and super aggressive at the same time. Forget having any semblance of a serious conversation with them. Forget your DHV stories — seriously, she doesn’t give a fuck if you scuba-dived on the Great Barrier Reef — grab her ass, spin her around, make fun of her shoes, treat her like a bratty five year old and then make out with her. Tell her retarded shit like you’re friends with the manager and that you hung out with T-Pain once and then five minutes later tell her you were kidding and that she’s stupid for believing you. Seriously, the game changes with these kinds of girls. It’s hard, but they’re typically the hottest girls around.

If you want a real “in” with ADD club girls, become a club promoter or start a cocaine habit… Hah, or better yet, do both! You think I’m kidding…

I have a love-hate relationship with these kinds of girls. But recently, I don’t bother with them much anymore. They’re good for SNL’s and bathroom lays if you can get them, but most of them have vapid personalities.

I’ve been going out with some of my old college social circles a lot the last few weeks. I’ve been doing it because I’ve felt like I severely lost touch with my old social circles (which used to be wide and prosperous) since I left school and since I started coaching full time.

As you’ve probably noticed from my recent posts about the Post-PUA life, I’ve recognized that a large portion of my identity for the last three years was based on my sexuality and the validation I received from fucking a lot of girls.

I had kind of a disconcerting experience tonight. I hung out with some female friends that I’ve known for a long time. And no matter what we talked about, we seemed to always end up back on topics of my sex life, my sexcapades, and in particalar, the threesomes that I’ve had recently.

This actually started to bug me because these are friends I haven’t hung out to any significant degree in about a year, and I felt like we should talk about something more substantial than the orifices in which I was sticking my cock. But I realized two things. First of all, I had little else to talk about from the last year than my PUA lifestyle (that and my failed attempt in joining the 9-5 work world) and also that my friendships with these girls had ALWAYS largely consisted of me sharing my sexscapades with them. I didn’t realize this until one point when I said, “OK, enough about my sex life, let’s talk about something more interesting.” One of my old friends replied, “But (Entropy), we ALWAYS talk about your sex life.”

I kind of had a realization that this chronic identification and obsession with my sex life, my love life, women and my success with them dates back years and years before I ever was ever conscious of it. This makes sense, as this kind of obsession is what drives us to find the community in the first place.

If there’s a point to this post, I suppose it’s to say to be aware of the identity you’re creating for yourself. I realize now that I’m a successful PUA coach, that my biggest mission is to create a satisfying and exciting lifestyle for myself that DOESN’T revolve 100% around women. I had adopted the identity of the guy who chased ass and hooked up with tons of girls. I thought I had become engulfed with it and began suffering the repercussions of it only recently. But tonight has shown me that it’s been chronic throughout my young adult life for years, that it was only in the last year that I finally noticed it.

So there’s your monthly downer of a post-PUA post. This community and these skills are extremely helpful in your life fellas, but be conscious of what’s driving you to do this stuff. Always remember that life demands balance, and that obsession and dissection of every male/female interaction, no matter how helpful in the short-term, can be unhealthy in the long-term.

The good news is I’m feeling better now. I should be going out a lot this week in preparation for the bootcamp this weekend, so stay tuned for some more updates.