The Tale of Louisiana Hot Sauce

I’ve got a new obsession.

It’s called RIPPED ABS.

See, years ago, I formed an idea for a screenplay called
“The Summer of Ripped Abs,” about a young lad with severe
challenges who transcends adversity after obtaining the
aforementioned ripped abs with the help of his mentor,
a wizened alcoholic/registered sex offender with a hunchback,
a harelip, and a heart of gold.

The idea has lingered, but I never actually sat down and
wrote the damn thing. And I never really knew what was holding
me back.

Now I know.

How the heck could I write about The Summer of Ripped Abs
until I had actually EXPERIENCED it?

I couldn’t, that’s how.

So, I’ve thrown myself into this full-tilt. Pilates classes,
a diet so clean you could eat off of it, and TRIPLE CARDIO.

As you can imagine, this is incredibly exhausting. So much,
in fact, that it’s getting hard for me to think up new ideas
for the newsletter.

Thank god for the Autopsy of the Month.

Yep, it’s that time again, where I dissect a report from the
field, where the game is played for real yo.

This month, I’ve settled on a fairly straightforward episode…
but with a twist, and a pinch of intrigue.

It’s like the Da Vinci Chode, but without Tom Hanks.

So, without any further ado, allow me to present:

The Tale of Louisiana Hot Sauce.

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Okay. Another success for ya.

Went to the club last night. I set it up to be a disaster.

I knew my girlfriend would be there. I invited Ms. Texas, who
turned 21 yesterday. I invited Ms. Red.

Word is getting around among the Chess Club Girls that I
am a great lay. How do I know? Ms. Red, the hot one, came up
to me the other night and said, “I heard you got with Gina.
She said you are incredible, the best she ever had. Don’t get
your hopes up though; I wait two weeks before I do anyone my
friends slept with.”

I smile, look at my phone and say, “That’s cool, I’m booked
for three.”

I have now made it my mission to systematically get all
Ms. ChessClub’s friends, just to piss her off.

Also invited some chick named Beth and this other girl, who
we’ll call Lousiana, who I met at karaoke last week.

Five girls, one Jlaix. Here we go!!

I get there and my girlfriend is all keyed up on liquor,
standin six foot three in heels, I start to get scared she is
gonna slap me like last week when she found me on the steps
kissing a “mullet-haired hipster.”

True to form, she’s getting violent, threatening to throw
my buddy Christophe in the trash can.

My fear mounts. It goes up several levels when Ms. Red
arrives… I ignore her and make out with my girl. Then, to
my horror, they start talking to EACH OTHER.

I leave quickly to gather my thoughts. I’m standing at the
bar when Lousiana arrives.

Oh brother.

My girlfriend is in plain sight… I grab Louisiana and
say, “Drink up… we gotta leave… something bad is
happening…”

She looks confused as I caveman her out of the bar. I
explain that a girl wants to kick my butt there. She downs
her beer and we leave.

We go to the bar across the street. HOWEVER…

On the way there, I duck into an alley, throw her up against
the wall and start making out with her. She’s kind of
stunned by all of this.

I cut it off, and continue to the next venue.

We’re the only people in the bar. I run a couple high-octane
routines, then settle into comfort building.

The bar manager closes early and gives us a ride over to The
Bizzle (social proof! venue change!) where we have another
beer.

I fear my girlfriend will show up, so I ask her if she likes
basketball. She says yeah, I say I have a basketball court in
my house, we TOTALLY have to shoot some hoops, it’s AWESOME!!!

We go to Club Jeffy.

Once there, it’s time to shoot Nerf Hoops. Then tonguedown.

There is light resistance. I go cold, freeze her out a bit.

Try again, more resistance. I tell her it’s cool, “a lot of
people are repressed and not comfortable with their sexuality.”

I pace and lead “you’re right, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Next thing you know, “I wanna lick it” and the rest is
history.

I even did a Patrick Bateman where I flexed and pointed at
myself in the reflection from the glass of the Picasso hanging
above the bed whilst railing and listening to Phil Collins’
hit “Sussudio.”

God Bless America!

-Jlaix

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Okay, great. As I said before, not anything too spectacular,
no real pyrotechnics to speak of, but I do think there were
a couple points that make this noteworthy.

First, I think one of the keys to this was the fact that I
IMMEDIATELY pulled her into my reality with the bizarre
multi-girl ominous threat plotline. As soon as she arrived, I
rolled up and sucked her into this intense world of drama,
lending the situation a tension and sense of urgency.

Secondly, I felt the John-Wayne-Style physical escalation
on the way to the second bar cemented the tone further and
paved the way for the quick extraction later on.

Third, the social proof of the bar manager’s obvious familiarity
and subsequent ride-giving helped to take it over the top.

In other words, I grabbed the frame by the throat from the
get-go, and never relinquished my grip on it until it was a
done deal.

Now, another thing to note here is that I was cheating on my
girlfriend, which in retrospect I feel was NOT a good idea, and
something that I’d never do now. If I’m in a committed
relationship, my word is BOND.

Make your own decisions, but I’m telling you, that sort of
thing can undermine your inner game because deep down you
know you’re being deceitful and a VALUE-TAKER. Just
something to think about.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little stroll down memory
lane. I sure as hell did.

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TESTIMONIAL TIME!!!

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“YO OX!!! - HIGH FIVE!!!

Just a quick email to really thank you for all your work
during the bootcamp, it really was a life changing experience for
me, i thought the entire weekend was AMAZING! Wheras
everyone else fell asleep as soon as they got home I was
awake for another couple of hours each nite through sheer
excitement!! haha :)

I now KNOW I can get the women I want, and I am really
going to continue what I learnt from bootcamp and go out to
bars and chat to women instead of standing around in the
safety of my own friends.

I really know that the weekend has changed me internally.
I feel changes in my thoughts towards women - for the better.
I.e. previously I would openly state that I had ‘no
standards’, now I know I can do a lot better than what I
would of previously settled for.

I really cant thank you enough dude, I keep finding myself
grinning and laughing to myself, my brain cant quite cope
with the changes, it all seems a bit surreal, but I know its
for real, and im going to put the work in to make sure its
forever and I dont go back to old ways :)

p.s. Please give Jeffy my full thanks, he was HUGELY
KNOWLEDGABLE and has definately been a source of inspiration
for me!!”

-DB, London

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Yeah I get that a lot… usually it’s along the lines of
“Jeffy was such a disturbing character, I was inspired… if
HE can do this, then anyone can!”

Thanks though. I take this job VERY SERIOUSLY.

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Thanks for reading our newsletter, we appreciate it.
Now, I must go and continue on my quest for ripped abs.

In the words of my sister, “That’s gonna be a long journey
bro… bring some water and a map.”

See you later.

Sincerely,

Jeffy, Executive Coach
REAL SOCIAL DYNAMICS