By Paradise

- THE PIMP NETWORK WORLD EXCLUSIVE PREVIEW -

Two years in the making, the “bible” is now in print. Its purpose is not to convince, justify, convert or to be
self-important, but to merely offer a glimpse into a part of my world. It is intended to provoke
thought, discussion, and debate. And a whole lot of Pimping!

Concrete respect to The Kidd, Bandido and all Pimps worldwide.

Paradise

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Invites

I always allow my hoes three options. My way, time
stands still until it’s my way, or the highway.
Paradise

I honestly can’t remember the last time I asked a woman out. Maybe I was
sixteen.

Once she has taken me out a few times and a hoe knows what to do if she
requires my company, things tend to run like an S Class. Though new Copps
can be quite sexist or set in their ways to begin with. They’re still
catching their bearings with me. A hoe may kick some blatant hoe-to-symp
shit to provoke me to symp. Such as, “Well, you not going to ask me out?
It’s your turn to ask me out. Would you take me for dinner? I like to be
wined and dined.” Or try to camouflage it a little. “Oh honey, when can we
meet? Where do you think we should go?”

These statements signify that a hoe’s desire is stronger than mine, and she
knows it. She’s brought up the subject. This is exactly what I want. However
blunt or tactful a hoe is with me, I respond to her bearing in mind how
strongly she is Choosing me. I’d retort briefly to hoe comments by including
something along the lines of what follows.

“I like a person to get to know me at their own pace and ask me out only
when they feel comfortable doing so. Of course you like to know too, so I’m
telling you. Let me know if you would like me to come out with you and where
to. I find that to be much more of a compliment than words ever could be.
There’s nothing worse than people who play games and aren’t open with me, or
being asked out then asked where we should go.”

“Well I don’t take people out, but if you would like me to come out with you
somewhere, sometime, suggest and plan something and let me know. I’m too
busy to do so too. I prefer to be asked out, because then I know that the
other person really wants to be in my company. I don’t ask people out
because I don’t expect everybody in the world to like me, but I like it when
people show me that they do. Friends don’t wait for each other to ask them
out. A mature adult doesn’t play games. I’d never go out with someone who
wasn’t both those things.”

“Listen, there are people who accept what happens and what’s offered in
their lives. But a real woman chooses what she wants, controls her life and
shapes her own destiny. Fate will only lead you to water. I only have time
for mature, thoughtful, independent people. I like people with intelligence
and initiative around me. It makes so much difference to me if someone shows
me, proves to me what they say and how they feel. Let me know what you have
in mind and we can see.”

A hoe can point out that I seem to want her to play a “male” role by taking
me out. “You’re coming across quite naive. The world doesn’t break down into
men and women. It brakes down into two kinds of individuals.
Coulda-shoulda-wouldas, and those who make things happen in their lives.
Take a look around and you will see one type is always poor, and the other
synonymous with success. From Madonna, Margaret Thatcher and Lil’ Kim to
Lady Diana.”

“I’m not stupid enough to stand here holding this phone to my ear whilst you
talk to me like this. I’m not interested in dating. I’m not interested in
treating women like an incapable subspecies. I am interested in having good
friends. And if you have a problem with treating a male with respect then
you don’t sound my type. You either want to be friends or you don’t. Now
which is it to be?”

After checking the hoe casually in passing conversation or wording her
icily, I don’t pause for a comeback. I take for granted that my statement is
accepted, perhaps ignore a feeble comeback, and proceed immediately onto a
new topic, or bring our conversation to a normal, abrupt end to really
sponge up that Power. Firing is not my only defence against hoeing.
Repression is a beautiful thing. I will never ask a hoe out, so there is
only one way for her to meet me. Pimping is about demand exceeding supply. I
never expand on her booby-trapped remarks about going out. If she pushes the
issue after my response and trys to make a conversation out of it, I’ll
immediately Fire her. I always allow my hoes options. My way, time stands
still until it’s my way, or the highway.

A hoe may kick some, “Where you going? Oh, can I come with you? Oh, I go
there. I’m not far from there.” nonsense. There is no way I would agree to
meet a hoe under any other circumstance than her specifically wanting us to
get together. If that wasn’t the reason and focus of it, we’re better off
doing our own thing until she feels that way. I find it offensive and
unflattering. I don’t see people out of convenience, coincidence or on the
off chance. I explain so and leave it in her hands if she wants to arrange
something. It simply lets her know she’s dealing with a Real Man. It really
steals the wind from their sails when I inform them that I’ve recently
visited their town too.

Even if a hoe acts right and asks me out straight away on her first or
second call, I like to get to know her a little more first. I tell her that,
and to ask me again the next time we finish speaking, as I will have got to
know her more by then. Likewise, the first time that she suggests that we
spend a weekend away together, I always advise her that it sounds nice, I
like that she’s thoughtful, but we can discuss it next time we go out. This
is called “Wait Training.” It does wonders for her mind state. I’m not going
to go out with her just because she’s ready. She can Wait until I am. I
don’t wish to go out with a hoe when she desires me. I require her to be far
beyond that!

If she states that she wants to front – sorry, I mean be strictly friends -
great. That saves me lots of work. That’s what I’ve been saying to her all
along. One day she might remark, “I have an idea. You know I love spending
time with you and you said that you like to be able to relax and get to know
each other without distractions in comfy surroundings? And it seems like our
time together is always too short. Well, I thought if I took us away for a
weekend or a holiday together we’d have just that. But tell me if you think
I’m being too forward or you think it’s a bad plan. I don’t want this to
come across as if I’m trying to make a move on you. Everything will be above
board. We will have separate rooms of course. Our friendship is more
important than anything and I would do nothing to jeopardise it.”
When she starts giving me head whenever I allow her to, when she gets pangs
of jealousy, and when I don’t get Intimate with her when she’s not spoiling
me she can remember that. She still has to take me out, do me favours, if
she wants to be friends. Sex is invariably far lower on my Want List than a
hoe’s. All I want is what’s at the top of mine.

When she does get around to asking me out, I decide what I will accept. I
start how I intend to go on. She’s likely to propose a venue of the same
calibre that I have mentioned other hoes take me to, or that she knows I
prefer. If her Potential prevents her from doing so, she will attempt to
come as close as she can. My preference is for a good Cordon Bleu, Haute
Cuisine standard restaurant, or something fun and of worth. I ensure hoes
know that I don’t like pubs, fast food joints, nightclubs and bars. I don’t
go out for drinks, I dine. I don’t go to swimming pools, I go to water
parks. I don’t sleep at motels. I stay at four or five star hotels.
Only if I have Absolute Power – if I’m being Chosen harder than quantum
physics – will I command a hoe like a General. Otherwise I never ask a hoe
to do anything for me. I never suggest a venue or activity unless asked for
my preferences, or unless she has made a suggestion first. If I dislike what
she proposes, I have no qualms about refusing her, pointing her in the right
direction and letting her know what would be nice. It’s not as if she’s
going to change her mind. I tell her my preferences about the kind of place
it should be, or name a cinema, activity, restaurant, musician who is
touring, hotel, resort, country or city. Nothing more. I don’t know details.
It is for her to offer and plan. She must take the initiative and make
telephone calls if necessary. Do research. Go and buy Condé Nast Traveller,
The Rough Guide, The Good Food Guide. Get the Red Letter Days catalogue and
The Leading Hotels Of The World book. Make the effort. Then she can offer
again. I’m not going out to please her. Anyway, she’ll be pleased that I
have high standards. The ultimate man, the ultimate relationship, belongs
hand in hand with the ultimate surroundings. You know, like how the Queen
believes everything smells of fresh paint.

It is wise to allocate dates to weekday or Sunday evenings. Fridays and
weekends are for myself, only infringed upon if decent overnight breaks or
all-day activities are agreed. I always agree to “around” a time, I’ll say
“See you eight-ish.” I never promise to arrive on the dot, I take life easy,
it’s not a military operation.

There may be several near misses during Incoming Calls concerning going out
together. I patiently Wait for her to specifically suggest that we go out or
for her ask me out correctly. Once on this topic of conversation, she may
not clearly ask me to come out with her. It may be more vague than that. My
Packaging of specific personal pronouns and verbs is important here, as in
all situations. I always refer in conversation to me going out with her, her
taking me somewhere, I’ll come with her. I might say it was nice of her to
ask, or that it was a nice suggestion and she has taste. I’ll trust her
judgement on the choice of venue. I’m basically reinforcing that it is her
who made the move. She is requesting my company.

Should I receive a general, non-specific offer, “Will you come to see me?
Would you come out for dinner? I bet you wouldn’t come on holiday with me,
would you?” I answer that it sounds nice but I don’t know. I need to know
more about where and what before I could say. I’ll be able to answer her
fully when I know the full details. This shows that I’m not going out merely
for company, I have standards and that much consideration must be given to
my desires.

I’m not some symp. I’m extra ordinary; I don’t fit into a hoes day-to-day,
mundane life situations. Seeing me must be special to her. She will have to
go out of her way for me. She can’t just slot me in nicely. I never accept
Invitations to parties, places of work, group social occasions or any events
that she would be attending irrelevant of my company. I’m always the centre
of her attention, it’s always just the two of us. She may have to reorganise
her schedule for me, to fit into my life; I’m not interested in fitting into
hers. Things you have made an effort to obtain you appreciate more.
Hoe’s lairs are utterly OFF LIMITS. The closer a woman’s index finger comes
to touching my front doorbell, the better I’m Pimping. I’ll come out; she
doesn’t come inside on early dates. I’ll tackle visits in the “Top
Performance” section. If she isn’t picking me up from my doorstep, the venue
should be as local to me as possible. An exception would be an attraction
not to be found nearby, or something of high value to me. I’m busy and
putting myself out, don’t forget.

On future outings, I avoid repeating our Rendezvous. My personality is such
that I always seek new places and new experiences. I tire of repetitive
dates. These qualities also provide benefits from a Pimping aspect. Removing
a hoe from familiar Environments is a sound principle because she will
anticipate, enjoy and remember her experiences as more special and with a
higher degree of excitement. Her mind will also be occupied, she will not
feel as comfortable or as Powerful as she would otherwise.

 

Rendezvous

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of this one.”
“Do you see me reaching for my fucking wallet?”
Film: Payback

I never arrive early for a date. I try to materialise within fifteen minutes
of the pre-arranged time. This broadcasts all the right messages and drills
me deeper into her mind.

In the event of being very late for some unexpected reason, I don’t break my
neck, sit stressed, sweaty, in car jams or rush my ass off. My women know
that if I’m not there on time that there must be a reason. I have said I’ll
be there so I shall be there. I never break my word. She can contact me on
my mobe if she can be bothered to.

If tested on my punctuality, I don’t apologise or justify being delayed. I
state she should appreciate realistically that I’m a busy guy and we live in
a world of infinite, unpredictable variables and not everything is in our
control. What is important is how we are when we are together. If she’s
concerned for me, cool, if not I’ll point her selfish thoughtlessness out
real quick. Likewise, if my hoe was ever late – and this hasn’t happened yet
- I’d never let her roll up and spot me Waiting for her. I’d return in
fifteen minutes. If I had no word by then, I would leave sharpish. Upon her
subsequent arrival she will understand that I’m not to be toyed with and
presumably call me up. If she let me know she was on her way, but late for a
valid reason, fine. I know she’s Choosing me and after a quick apology (she
must apologise) we need not waste further time on it.

As a rule, hoes never see the interior of my car, unless they have earned
the privilege to do so (see Rewarding Behaviour). She’s an able bodied
adult: With or without her own vehicle, she should meet me where we’re
going. She comes to me. It’s good form. If she doesn’t feel like that, she
needs some time to develop that feeling! If you see me in a car with a hoe,
you can bet I’ll be in the passenger seat of that car. When we meet then
travel onwards elsewhere, my woman chauffeurs me. If she hasn’t got wheels,
it’s a taxi or public transport. This becomes routine, but initially I
divert her from my ride by honestly stating that I have had enough driving
to the Rendezvous. I don’t feel like driving, and that I simply like her to
drive me. In an area she is familiar with, I also explain that I prefer us
to concentrate on conversation rather than us both messing around
navigating. If tested, I could retort “Are you going out with me or my car?”
When I am in people’s company or busy, I like to have a certain degree of
privacy and to enjoy whatever I’m doing without being disturbed. I switch
off my mobe when we meet in order that I am not interrupted. Having a mobile
means that I can be contacted when I want, not when others want. This has a
double benefit because when I don’t reply to texts, or hoes reach my
voicemail, they presume that I am likely to be with somebody else. When a
woman is taking me out, she is treating me right, therefore she receives my
full attention, as I do hers. It’s the only time she will receive it. When
she’s with me, she’s my woman.

I reinforce the Contract’s points consistently, all the time that I deal
with my girls. Whilst out with them, I continue to really get to know them
as in Incoming Calls. There’s so much to know. I will probably check things
with her to add weight to my theories about her. And, of course, I have a
good time. She’s taking me where I want to go. She’s acting right, so we can
be friends and have fun.

When on dates, I allow hoes to lead the way into restaurants, up to shop
tills, arrivals desks, in cinema queues and to assume an active role. It’s
best for her to lead the way up to these buildings too. I’m not sexist
either: Hoes can hold doors open for me. If I ever were in front, I would
briefly hold the door, but not stand there like a porter. She will have
normally made a reservation. She speaks to the maítre d’. If there is a
choice of table, I tell her which one I would prefer. I would rather not
speak to staff at all. I follow her to the table. I select anything that
appeals to me from the menu. I eat á la carte if I wish. I don’t look at
prices, just at what I like. I tell her what I will eat so that she can
order for us both. I let her take care of me. She’s empowered, but I’m the
one in control.

Similarly, in shops I tell her what I want and she endeavours to get it, or
allow her to take what I have picked out to the cashier. At hotels, it is my
hoe that checks us in at reception. I’m sure that’s why they have smaller
feet - so they can stand closer to tills. She calls for room service. I like
a woman to be thoughtful and attentive to me. Run my bath. Have my favourite
drink waiting for me. Have that item I mentioned the next time she sees me.
One of my Top Performers always buys the movie tickets before I even arrive.
I never went for these passive, docile, incapable, lame hoes in movies. I
always liked the bad bitches like Onatop and the Cigar Girl in the Bond
movies, because they have initiative, drive and are sharp. These other
disabled hoes only ever lift a finger, like hesitantly, nervously throwing a
vase at someone’s head in a panic if their man is getting fucking killed in
front of them!

Another thing that gets up my nose are sexist waiters and waitresses sliding
bills in front of me. Even though my woman has asked for the bill. Despite
that I have hardly looked at or spoken to them all night. Despite the fact
that I’m not looking at anything but my woman, chatting to her, and she’s
probably looking at the bill in their hand.

Now with a good hoe, she would just ask me to pass it over or ask for it to
be given to her by the waiter. In less than perfect first date situations
this can be countered by being sat forward with my arms on the table,
forcing the bill to be placed further from my territory. Though this is only
practical at smaller tables where there is little room either side of me. In
any event, I have this problem with my vision. I can’t see bills on the
table in front of me, it’s like they’re not there. I never look downwards. I
continue to look at and chat to the hoe until she reaches for it. I never
have a peep at the bill. If she enquires how much it is, I pass it to her.
Sometimes I will only discover when it comes to the crunch that my date
believes I’m going to start picking up bills, or part of them. She is merely
pinching herself to check if she really does need to prove she’s worthy of
having me. Because I seem too good to be true. Remember: It is she who asked
me out. In my eyes, going Dutch on things with a hoe is OFF LIMITS. I’m
feeling like I’m going to cough up blood here, at just the thought of it. If
she’s cracking any fifty-fifty shit, I check that Behaviour immediately. I
Fire her. If the Balance Of Power is not assumed from the beginning, it
becomes immediately difficult, and soon impossible to recover.
The sort of thing I’d come at her with would be “You asked me to come out
with you. You’d be looking at me crazy too if I asked you out, then asked
you to pay.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ve never been asked out, then asked to pay towards it.”
“Respect is important to me. I don’t accept anything less from anyone with
whom I associate. If taken out by a friend, one’s friend doesn’t turn around
and expect them to pay for them. I would never spend my time in the company
of anyone who I wouldn’t consider to be a friend.”

“I feel sick, offended and disgusted. If we have to actually arrange to go
Dutch then we shouldn’t really be going out. If the cost of the bill is
worth more to you than my company then, in my eyes, you’re saying I’m not
worth taking out. It’s only a bill. What you’re saying is I’m not even worth
a plate of food!”

“If money is an issue then you don’t really like me. We should be the
issue.”
“I’m insulted that you confuse me with those men who pay bills thinking
they’re buying more than just a meal. I don’t buy friendship. If you’re
going out on a date, and some guy’s crazy for you, I can understand that.
But we’re going out as friends. My time is valuable and I only like to spend
it with people who know what they want, who place importance on what company
they are in, rather than on material issues.”

I could round it off with something like maybe it’s our age difference, I’m
used to a certain level of etiquette, I know she’s mature enough to
understand how I’m so sensitive, or maybe it’s that we just move in
different [social] circles, as if we’re doomed. It’ll incite her to conform
to my standards. To prove her compatibility with me. She perceives me as on
a level above her. It’s an extra prompt, an extra brain twister for her. It
should appear petty, unrefined and questionable of her pedigree, depth, and
state of affairs that she wants to split the bill. I mean, do friends hit on
you for money when they ask if you’d like a drink from the bar?
Even a blind bitch could see that I’ve got the funds for a royal banquet.
Paying is not in my realm of possibilities. I often don’t carry money. At
the end of the day, I always have the ace up my sleeve. I can put my foot
right down and straight out state I was beginning to like getting to know
her but it has been overshadowed, as it’s appearing that we’re incompatible
due to her Behaviour. Even walk out. Leave her to pay. The ball is then in
her court! This works a treat. They become Top Performers overnight.
Years ago, a hoe was testing me real hard in a restaurant over £25. I wasn’t
in the mood. I drew out a £50 note, showed it her and casually tore it along
the middle. I tossed half over to her as I pointed out to her that that was
what she was arguing about. I stood up and strolled out, leaving her with
the bill. This was a very visual way of Packaging to her that I have money
and I have principles.

She came looking for me later on. She brought me back the torn half note.
My relationship with a hoe is conditional upon her conforming to my needs. A
hoe is trying to get what she wants from me, so if I get what I want from
her, she’ll be allowed to get what she wants and we’re both going to be
really happy and get along so well. It’s in my interest. It’s in her
interest. She wants me. She takes care of me. She gets to go out with me and
be mine. If she doesn’t think I’m worth it, then she wouldn’t do it. Simple.

The first time a hoe whisks me away, we may be in separate rooms. I never
even knock on her door, call her, let alone step into her room for any
reason. It’s like Area 51. She must Wait for me downstairs in the in the
lobby, or come to my door. When she tries to lure me, I tell her I’m going
to my suite, I have something to do (perhaps raid the mini bar). If she
wants to chat for a while, to come to my room in five, ten minutes time.
When it gets late, I tell her to return to her room. Often if I say “Do you
feel tired?” The hoe lounging on my bed, or on the couch will say she does.
She’s thinking that I’m inviting her to stay, that she’s going to rape me
all night. I might say, “I am too, I’m going to clean my teeth. Then I’m
going to bed.” When I re-enter the room, they are usually in desperado-mode,
really trying it on, pathetically failing to entice me as I say goodnight
with a smile. I dampen any advances as shown in the “Intimacy” section.
I dictate what time I get up. Always seems to be later than my women want!
The hoe will be eager. I usually have her come and knock on the door to wake
me up in the a.m. then call out that I’ll meet her downstairs for breakfast,
or she can come in and order it to my suite.

When we’re staying in the same suite, we could be in the same, or separate
beds. She doesn’t decide which bed, or which side she’s going to sleep on.
In fact if she tells me, I make her sleep on the opposite side.
Just because we’re in the same bed, or same room, it doesn’t mean we
necessarily have sex or get deeply Intimate unless she’s gone wild with the
plastics that day. I Reward Behaviour, nothing comes for free. She’s staying
in the same room as me, so that’s ample Reward for her. I’ll cover this
situation more in due course.

If we’re not that Intimate yet, she goes to the bathroom to change, whilst I
change in the bedroom. My belongings get priority in the wardrobes, the
cabinets. I decide when we go to sleep. She arranges the wake-up call. She
turns the light off.

Like showbusiness, it is always best to leave my audience wanting more of
me, rather than letting them eventually decide they have had enough. This is
also exactly how I talk to retain intrigue, I avoid flooding hoe’s eardrums
with excess information. Once we exit the restaurant, attraction, or cinema,
I wrap up the evening. Once we have returned from the airport, we
immediately go our separate ways. This principle applies universally to
contact with hoes.

If a hoe ever looks at her watch or mentions going soon, it means she’s had
too much of me, I split ASAP. First I indicate that I’m about to go. Any
time with me from then onwards is like an encore to her. I would always
rather spend two hours less with them than one too many. I keep most
Rendezvous to about three, four hours in duration. The only way she can get
me for longer is by doing more for me. Whisk me away somewhere nice for a
day trip, weekend or a holiday.

She may ask where I’m going when I split. I say I was going to go home, do
some work, see a friend or go to the gym. Whatever I was going to do.
Nothing she can come back to by saying “Okay, lets do that.”
On departing, I let her know that I had a nice enough time to consider
another date (referring to any good Behaviour that took place) and enjoyed
getting to know her, in Reciprocation to her comments. I advise her to call
me if she would like to speak or Invite me to come out with her again. Then
it’s back to square one. Incoming Calls. She needs to secure herself another
Rendezvous with me if she wants one.

If there’s something else I’d like her to do for me there and then, I tell
her that I enjoyed her company and assumed we were departing, as she hasn’t
suggested anything. She is therefore prompted to suggest something or
depart. She has to get in the mindset where she’s asking me everything.

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