Dear Speed Seduction (R) Student,
There isn’t a whole hell of a lot to do in Vacaville, CA. I know, because this is where I’m spending the last days of the 4th of July weekend.
Here is the scoop: this weekend I thought I’d get the hell out of Marina del Rey and take a long drive to visit some friends up in northern California. And also, because the Marina is swamped with 50,000 tourists who destroy my neighborhood as they party, litter, and defecate all over the place while watching our award winning(and tax dollar burning) fireworks show.
But also because I wanted to have plenty of time to think about my beloved father, Irv, who died a little over 2 weeks ago. Somehow driving through Interstate 5, which is mostly desert, helps me think-there really is not much to see on that journey.
Losing my Dad is a very big deal, you see, and I wanted to think about what his life meant, what he contributed to me that lives on, what passed on with him etc. etc.
But headed back to LA, my lovely SAAB blew a radiator hose on I-80, and I slid off the freeway to a lonely road that quite literally was in the middle of nowhere; it might as well have been the intersection of Bumfuck and TwilightZone.
Now, I should say the folks here in Vacaville are very friendly to stranded Seduction Gurus by the side of the road-in the 45 minutes I waited for the tow-truck, 4 different cars stopped to offer assistance. The last one was a van occupied by a woman and her teen-age daughter who insisted on waiting with me until Triple A arrived.
It seems, you see, that I was right near a state park that is frequented by mountain lions. Just what I need; to be eaten by a big pussy on the outskirts of Vacaville, CA.
But you know what?
Vacaville isn’t that bad. Sure, there is virtually nothing to do here compared to the excitement and endless stimulation of LA. And there certainly isn’t the parade of gorgeous women you see in Los Angeles either
But the folks here are just the same as the folks anywhere in the world. They have hopes and dreams. Fears and expectations. And I’m sure the guys here are as wanting to attract and enjoy hot women(if there were any) as guys are wanting to attract and enjoy hot women all over the world.
And they are probably, percentage-wise, almost equally clueless and in desperate need of my help. If they knew what even my most newbie students knew about how to meet and attract hot women, they’d be cleaning up with all the hotties in town…er…well, they’d be cleaning up with what passes for hot in Vacaville instead of relying on whatever dumb pick up lines or dating tips they’ve been using.
So what am I going to do here in Vacaville until the repair shop opens tomorrow morning? I’m going to do what I set out to do.
I’m going to think a lot about my father and his life. If I see any hot women worthy of it, I’ll practice my sarging skills(hey, nothing wrong with a little c*nt-teasing now and again).
And if any of my students are in the Sacramento/SF/Oakland area and you want to meet up with me, tonight, Sunday, July 6, I’ll be in the lobby of the Hampton Inn right off of I-80 and we’ll hold a meet and greet.
And raise a glass to the memory of my Dad, who use to take my little brother Steve and I on silly-ass road trips not too different from this one when we were just kids.
Peace and piece, RJ
P.S. Like I said, guys everywhere need help with women; as the tow truck driver was taking me to the hotel, we passed the one open “club” on Main Street in Vacaville, where the guys were standing outside, smoking cigarettes, trying to work up the courage to talk to the girls outside who were smoking cigarettes. If only they had my Gold Walk Up DVD so they could meet women anytime anywhere and never worry about what to say. And yes, goddamn it, that was shameless plugs. Upkeeping Swedish cars(and girlfriends) is expensive as hell.
Dude,
Your last link is broken, this is supposed to be it:
http://www.speedseduction.biz/products/walkup.php
Cheers,
SL
Paul,
Life has given you the gift of slowing down for a day or so. Life has filled that time with the thoughts that are coming to you and the feelings you have about those thoughts.
What a great time to honor the memory of your dad, what a great time to let those thougts and memories surface. Some of those thoughts and memories may be too delicatte to bubble up to the top in all the hustle the activity and the noise in Marina.
When I get gifts like the one you have received this Independence Day, it reminds me of a man carrying a heavy box that is about to slip from his grasp. As he takes the time to set his load down and rest for just a moment, his earlier strength returns to him, and the soreness of holding nto the load leaves his hands and his fingers. When he picks up his load and resumes the journey he is on, the load seems lighter, his step has more spring to it and his heart once again fills with the joy of the journey he has chosen.
I do not kow if Kadish is a part of your practice, but it seems like you and your dad have somehow comspired together to carve out a space to be together once again as he lives on in your thoughts. That song in your heart is his joy at being honored and remembered by his son. Please listen for it in the queitness of your time in the dessert.
This weekend may look like slowing down, and stopping, and inconvenience for you. It is actually you going farther and farther. I respect you for who you are and for the way you are being the man that you are. May fresh winds find your sails when you return home.
Kind regards,
Kevin
Ross,
Now that is some interesting reading.
I almost feel the start of the makings of a Movie in this blog piece
Wish you would do more of this kind of writing…maybe even some fiction to get the point across
Take Care,
SK
Ross: I feel your pain.When I lost my father it was a difficult time.But after some time passed it was easier to handle.Keep up the good work.
Joe
Man, things happen for a reason; it is a good moment to meditate and pounder about life and family…. Those moments when time seems to stop are the best ones to surrender…. and you know what I mean… (in this case I am not using it as a seduction line 😉 ….. A friend of mine let me see one your DVDs, and that was a quantum leap for me…. that happens only 1 month ago….. I have such an easiness with words…. but never really exploited this pontential; I finally started to understand what is going on, and how female mind works…. thank you; you make a difference in this…. and again, you are making a difference…. I should make peace with my father; you never know…. I cannot negate that many good trends that I have are a direct result of his input on me when I was a child…. thanks body…. See U around…..
Buena suerte 😉
Hi Ross, et.al.
I lived in Vacaville in the 80’s. Ponder that the English translation = Cow Town. A friend of mine there that spoke Spanish gave that realization to me.
Other “factoids” Its been the home town of Charley Manson, and some other famous mass murders. A large Air Force base is just south of there as well.
Thank you Ross for what you started.
Phil
i lost my father some years ago and for the most part it was a relief, he and i had a difficult relationship, but i have learned to remember him for the good that he shared with my brother and i……the laughter, the sense of inquiry, and the rebeliousness that made me a seeker of truths.
like yours.
my condolences, with the hope that you will keep bringing your teaching to the world……for men and women both.
Hi there, i dont even know where this place is, im in greece and getting ready for my 8th move, im leaving for komothnh, this is another hellhole in greece, small but sometimes rewarding, od enough, anyway, i hope you get the movie thing going on… heh, keep the good work
Ross,
No one can truly say they can feel the pain you have been experiencing of having lost your dear father unless they have experienced the same. Although my parents are still alive I have lost family members who were close to me.
I remember the post you had posted on the SS list a while back when it was your father’s birthday and how he was a war heroe in WWII and how took notice of the lovely nurse that was by his bedside. Your father seemed like he had a zest for life. You are fortunate to have been raised by a good man.
I’ll bet he was very proud of you for making a mark on the world with speed seduction. All of us guys out here thank you… a million times over!
I was doing some wine tasting in Napa over the weekend and stayed in fisherman’s wharf in san fran. on sunday. If I had read your blog before hand maybe we could have had a drink together. Not quite sure where vacaville is though.
Take care,
Tom