Accomplished

Mission 1. Hook up with someone as old as my mom (54) and as young as my sister (20) in a month.
Mission 2. Live a completely gay lifestyle (without the gay sex) for a month.
Mission Three: Live without an apartment for a month.
Mission Four: Reconnect.
Mission Four: Re-take the SATs.

Air Supply was pumping in my car. It was Saturday afternoon and I had just completed what may be classified as one of the most simple tests in my life, the new SAT. And as I listened to the short guy with the tight designer jeans croon "I know all the rules and I know how to break them and I always know the name of the game," I thought maybe I'm finally learning them too. Madison was right about my inferiority complex, but maybe that was a first step for me. A flashpoint of self-actualization. And I finally realized that I am as good or better than other people, even if I sometimes act like I'm not. I am learning the game. I am becoming the Rob Lowe I always wanted to be. I am becoming him.

Syruppy music aside, I killed the test. I morphed into a hyper-intelligent caveman and ate it like a wild pig. Everyone in that classroom could feel my heat, could smell my presence, see the blood on my teeth and on my number 2 pencil. I was a man who was out to win. And although the outcome of this test had more of a bearing on my sex life than it did on my entire future, I was nonetheless hell bent on pure perfection. On December 19, I will find out just how successful I was.

Saturday night was a night of drunken debauchery, much like a coming-out party. I felt alive and stimulated. I had lost my virginity, had my first beer and took on everything else that night with a newfound fever. It was invigorating and awakening and was well worth the month-plus of seclusion from the outside world. I would do it again to recapture that feeling. But not anytime soon.

For my next mission, I am throwing around a few ideas. I truly enjoy those that have sex involved. Like I said before, I’ve been reading Neil Strauss’ bible on playerdom, “The game,” and may put those principles into practice. And before everyone gets all on me for Heather this and Heather that, we keep things casual. She could walk away at any moment, as could I. Our Saturday nights aren’t reserved for each other and there are no explicit or implicit calls for monogamy. In fact, the idea that other people are in play has come up without any conflict.

I’m thinking about some way to test out my pickup skills, but need a twist. Is there a number attached? What is my goal? Jim suggested I try to pick up chicks that only look like famous chicks, or ones that have mustaches, but I don’t know. I may have him wing me sometime around Christmas if I get desperate. But it all depends on how well I do as a PUA. Its really no testament to my skills if I have a famous guy wing me, but that may be a call-to-action to take things to a higher level.

So, I am taking suggestions. Anyone have any ideas for how to use this skill for a mission. Let me know.