What good guys. Where to start... shit! So I been through quite a few lessons recently and came to a few realisations.
First that It really is all in my head. and I mean ALL of it. I put myself through alot of unessecary bullshit because I keep it in mind that I gotta roll Wit the punches but thats not true. Life is REALLy what you make it.
Back in December I lost my job at a really good tattoo shop and I had to struggle through the holidays just to show my daughter some love... did that but was still broke. I ended up homeless for a few days then went to stay with some of my homeboys. I got a little too comfortable and stopped looking for work partly because of family telling me that tattooing isnt a real job and i need to take care of my daughter. i felt kinda guilty... Over the weeks it got to the point where i just wanted to get high wit the homies all day and not much else. I was reading on this forum alot but not really getting any field work in. I also fell hard on porn which didnt help much for my mental state. I became a skeleton of myself and damn near forgot that I had worked so hard to be better.
I actually read the entire Letting Go and creating Self Realization section on here and learned alot of what to do and what not to do. Glad i could dodge some of the bullets you OG's had to take. (Natural Grounding

) I been chasing this minset for awhile even before this forum so i think i had a bit of a head start. Since I was 18 I have been on my own on the streets in las vegas. I have always spen alot of time by myself picking through my own brain, but it wasnt til i started reading here that i got some direction and progress. i was never a symp but i just lacked the confidence to do things my way.
Anyways i Have been doing some introspection and foud that there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I had to come off my BS at the threat of being homeless again. So I got on the bus and found a job the first day i started looking. That
Confirmed to me that i have a little more clout than i thought i did. They say in Las Vegas it aint what you know its who you know, so it seems i have made a little rep for myself. After the first 4 days of work, i made a decent stride forward financialy. not much but enough. Also, losing my old job hit my confidence real hard. I doubted my skills with tattooing and women, simply because i based my whole life around tattooing.. A necesary sacrifice, but i realized that... wait for it... It was all in my mothafuckin head!! This was
confirmed over the las 4 days when i had a string of fly girls come to my job, pay me good money to penetrate their skin and leave my mark, and they are now in love with my artwork.

Not to mention these hoes are always jockin the tattoo guy.
I also have noticed my observation skills are improving. Las Vegas should be called JAFAH City not Sin City. These hoes will sit in the seat right in front of you, look back at you every 30 seconds while fidgeting her phone but dont say nothin.
Im basically sayin that there is no shortage of hoes for me to practice on out here. I even have some fans that i see on the bus from time to time who i have tattooed before. I realized that i am actually good with women, there are just some kinksto work out of my own mind.
Confirmation for that came from the fact that i sat in front of 5 women yesterday and was able to get $240 out of them just of my vibe and conversation. theys said they like me cuz i keep it real after i checked one of them.
on another note i really need to help myself get over aproach anxiety because as close as they come, these girls just refuse to speak most of the time. I think there is a direct link between that and porn because i feel kinda guilty when i watch it and also when i think about fucking a girl thats jocking. then again... Its all in my head!
a side note, does anybody have advice on handling groups of women? those 5 girls yesterday made me uncomfortable for a sec when the all started firing questions at the same time. I at first stated trying to answer them all but they kept coming. i just told them they were making me uncofortable (mad) and they stopped but it was a lil awkward.