The old Project Hollywood – The New Project Hollywood!
April 26, 2012
In field with Matador Part II — End Game (Post 18)
April 28, 2012
After finishing up a game of pool in our billiards room one night I walked into the living room to find Matador sitting down in front of his laptop typing something up. I have no idea what he does on his computer for hours on end each day, but if you ask him he always says the same thing: “Getting work done!”

Personally, I think he was doing online dating or watching porn, because I never saw any of the ‘work’ that he did.

“You down to go out?” I asked him.

He looks up from his computer and stares at me for a second.

“Was your mother ever pregnant?” he said.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said. “How long will you need, since it’s already midnight?”

“Five minutes.”

I walked downstairs to my room and chose my outfit. I always chose what to wear carefully, and picking a cologne to match your wardrobe is also important. Then I took care of the triple S’s (Shit, Shower, Shave). These things are a necessity prior to going sarging. About 15 minutes later, I felt refreshed and ready for action.

I headed back upstairs, and Matador is still sitting on the couch hammering away on his laptop.

“I thought you said it will only take you five minutes,” I said.

He looked up at me as his phone started beeping. It was a text from Arcane: “Your 5 minutes are up.”

“Dude that’s Arcane, he’s also ready, we want to go out,” I said.

“Ok, ok, give me 5 minutes.”

Within 5 minutes, Matador put on a wife beater and badass looking costume leather jacket he got on Melrose Avenue in Los Angeles.

“Lets go!” he says.

Perhaps it took him a little longer because he had to adjust his wig. For a while, I never knew, or even suspected, that Matador wore a wig. His hair always matched his face seamlessly. But one day I was in the house, it was just me and Arcane, our cook and our personal assistant Dustin. We were sitting around the kitchen when Dustin came in with a package for Matador. I asked him what it was.

“I can’t tell you,” he said.

“Drugs?” I asked.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Come on, tell me!”

I have a certain way of getting information out of people, and eventually Dustin broke down and told me. Matador wears a wig, and receives a new one via mail every three months. We laughed about that for a while.

Anyway, one of his girls, who he met in New York while he was there for a one-on-one, suddenly walked up behind him. She had been staying in Project Miami for the past three days, but I had barely seen her. That’s why I started referring to her as the ghost girl of the house. The only time I did see her is when I woke up a few days ago and looked out my window at the pool where she was sunbathing. And she looked like a dried up whale laying on the beach. Ghost girl was average looking at best. She was about 5’8” tall, chubby, brown hair and eyes, and just had a country look to her. Personally I would give her a 5 or 6.

Throughout my time at Project Miami, Matador surprised me with the quality of girls he pulled, or lack thereof. It’s not like he wasn’t capable of pulling attractive girls, but something inside of him was busted. He had this self-image issue, and this idea that he couldn’t get hot girls. Matador is an attractive guy — he’s built, he works out. But his main problem was his attitude, his anger and his whole idea that he had to prove himself to everybody all the time. A lot of people go through that phase in the community, even me. Although ideally, try to avoid that in your path. You always want to disregard what people think. You’re not trying to get guys to like you or be impressed by you, you’re not trying to fuck guys, so forget about them.

Anyway, Matador was always telling me how great Ghost Girl was and everything, but I had yet to see it.

We all jumped in my Jag and drove towards South Beach. I turn on James Blunt. Arcane and Matador beg me to put something else on. I have to admit, at that particular moment, they were right. Lovedrop introduced me to James Blunt, and for the last couple of weeks I have been listening to him non-stop. Music gives me warmth, puts me in a good state.  All you have to do is put on your favorite song, put in your earbuds and sink into the song. This ritual can help you a lot. Even to this day, most of the time I leave music on in my room so it automatically sets the mood once I step inside, creating this bubble that separates me from the outside world. Mystery calls it the pleasure bubble.

On the way to South Beach I called J.J.  and asked him where the best place to go on a Friday night was. He told me a club I had been to before, but after I hung up the phone I realized I needed directions. J.J. didn’t answer when I tried calling back. I decided to start taking the long way so the guys wouldn’t realize I didn’t know where I was going, then I mass texted some of my girls as I drove in the general direction of the club. A few minutes went by and I got three texts back with directions. Thank God for girls. You know, I truly love women, and not just because they serve my sexual needs. Most of the time, I just like hanging out with them and having good conversations. Most of the time these conversations come after we have sex, and that’s because women tend to be most honest and feel like they can open up to you.

That’s one thing a lot of guys don’t get in pickup. You don’t need to try to fuck everything that moves. You can have women in your life who you’re not fucking. In fact, that helps a lot in creating a large social circle.
When we got to the club I parked the car and we walked across the street to the entrance. There was a huge line outside, and we were a group of three guys and one girl. Normally they wouldn’t let a group with that ratio in. Clubs in South Beach usually want at least a one-to-one ratio to ensure there’s more women than men. But I walked up to the front and pretended to know the promoter.

“Hey man what’s up?” I said to him. “Long time no see.”

“Do I know you?” he said.

“Yeah it’s Speer, you know, the TV Producer. Is it good in there?”

“Yeah its pretty busy, come on in.”

“Thanks bro, it’s good seeing you again.”

“Same.”

It’s one of my tactics to get past the line. A lot of these bouncers go through thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people and won’t realize that they don’t really know me. If you attempt this, you need to be 100 percent congruent and pay attention to detail. Watch the bouncer’s mannerisms, look at what he’s drinking, see if he’s hitting on girls. Use anything to recall or create a memory.

For example, if he asks, “Do I know you?’ you can respond: “Yeah, me and you talked for like 20 minutes when you were hitting on blonde in line,” if you notice it’s a guy who hits on girls who are waiting. Pickup, dating and seduction require a strong sense of awareness. It’s all about how you respond when you actually start paying attention to the world around you.

So we ended up walking into the club, bypassing the entire crowd that could not get in. I felt important. I’ve used that routine a thousand times, and it usually works. Sometimes you’ll get an asshole that won’t let you in, but most of times it’s successful.