1. Acknowledgement
2. Listening
3. Answering Questions
4. Responding to Statements
5. Active Contribution

1) Opened HBAirHostess very cute but quite queit.

I definitely got 1,2,3 but I didn't get 4 and definitely didn't get 5. I bailed after 15-20 minutes because I was doing all the driving and I didn't get 5 at all.

I think I should use more statments to test if I have 4.

Monday Night - Another Bar

1) Opene HBItalianRedHead also very cute but this time very confident.

I definitely got 1,2,3,4,5. I got full base compliance and really enjoyed the chat with her, solid number close and I may see her tonight.

One improvement to make is to use more statments to see whether I have the R of ALARA - Responding to statements.

R

1. Acknowledgement
2. Listening
3. Answering Questions
4. Responding to Statements
5. Active Contribution

Let's call the ALARA

Friday - Bedroom Bar

1) HBYorkshire -I got mostly all of it but could have has Active Contribution a little more:-

Saturday - Zebrano

1) HBWalkingHottie - I didn't even get to 1, Acknowledgement!

2) HBDirectBoyfriend - I got 1,2 with a boyfriend objection.

3) Two set-upstairs - I got 1,2,3,4,5 and a make out on the dance floor later.

Okay well it's too early to see any sort of trend in my opening and there aren't enough results to analyse. I personally don't tend to get completely unacknowledged, I opened badly and the logistics of the venue didn't help me at all.

I'm interested to work this ALARA framework on my direct opening and see where I get to. I'll manage this over a few more nights and remember all my interactions so I can put them through the ALARA framework.

R

]]> http://sushiandseduction.wordpress.com/?p=210 Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:18:14 +0000 Emergency http://sushiandseduction.de.wordpress.com/2008/10/03/fr-college-game-is-easy/ America: Land of the Free

And you know what, it's just easy out here. Too easy. It should be...

America: Land of the Easy

I've been taking a couple nights off a week to game small parties and frats with my old wing for old times sake. All Japanese All The Time is really fun and all, but, it's important to take breaks from the work. When you're chilling and got a couple minutes to kill in your room, do some Japanese, get some sentences, and get it done. Thursday, Friday night  - you have to go out.

So tonight, my wing and I hit up an old fraternity on our campus. About a year ago this time, I was hitting up parties with Hipsters, scraping for conversation, and feeling bad on everything. After  experiencing Japan, gaining a sense of purpose, and being at home wherever I am, I felt powerful - I was rockstar and smiling like Joe Biden.

The night started off with watching the VP Debate, some homework, and bumping into a very cute J-girl at my dorm. In the computer lab, I was printing up some Kanji homeworking and talking it up with a Chinese exchange student.

"Ohh~ Are you studying Chinese?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Ah, not now. I'm actually studying Japanese."

As I said that, this 5'-something girl does a 180, checks me out from head to toe, and pretends like nothing happened. I return the favor, and she was quite cute actually. Plus, I wasn't born yesterday, so I knew that this was a cake opportunity.

I turn around to her and asked-

Emergency: すみません. 日本人ですね？ {Excuse me. Are you Japanese?}

J-Girl: うん。　{Yep}

Emergency: いいじゃん。　それで、私の宿題を教えていただきませんか？　 {Nice. So then, would you do me the honor of helping me with my homework?}.

J-Girl: うん、　もちろん。　{Yeah, of course.}

Now, my homework was done for the most part, so this was just filled to go through the regular J-Girl screening questions: where are you from, what do you study, and why do you speak Japanese? I flew threw them as usual, and asked her the same things in my English Teacher voice.

Emergency: So, if you're from Fukuoka, then why do you want to speak English?

J-Girl: うん～　I want to be person who works on pranes. So, I have to speak English. :D

Emergency: Cool. いい仕事だよ。　{That's a good job.}

We blabbed a little bit more, and walked towards the elevator. If I hadn't been en route to my campus across the city, I'm sure I could have dragged it out 100x times longer - she was eating it up. Anyways, I invited her to the party I was going to (knowing it was Thursday and she's say no), but she enthusiastically said the wanted to go another time. Cool.

As she headed to her room, I realized that she was much hotter than I first though. Not only was she cute, short, and had the Japanese accent that's my kyrptonite, but she was also in this short skirt, wearing Shibuya style stockings, high heels, and was all done up. This girl was money.

On that high night I headed to my school's campus, and hit up an old frat with my wing. I used to knock frats, but after tonight, I see their worth.

At the door, a got a couple cold looks from the brothers, a few checkouts from some of the girls, and some instant social proof from someone I talked to a few months back. Boom - social proof, and at a party that was mostly girls, I was in with my overly smooth wing.

In the door, my wing runs into three girls he hooked up with in the past year. One steals his cup, another say "Hi", and another tells him to fuck off. We roll with it, get introduced to several chicks, and go to the next set.

Whoever's close to me is someone I talk to. I mean whoever. I don't care if it's the swamp thing or a beauty queen. When, I turn my shoulder, start talking. As it happened, it was this very bored girl. First thing that came to mind was to ask a simple question. "Hey, where's the keg?"

Who needs a complex opener when you can just go with what's there?

What happened? Instant open. "Oh its upstairs. Oh my God! What's that rock on your neck? Where are from? Blah blah blah" The girl was super keen, jumped through the hoops and was, literally, begging for my attention. So, as the cool guy I am, I flirted with her, and went away on a high.

Nice.

After that, it was super on. My wing was in a good mood in spite of everything, I was feeling good, so opening sets - *ahem* - talking to people, was cake. "Hey, what's up." Was a good enough opener. Smiling was enough to be opened.

In fact, all this same stuff got me an instant makeout last week.

I had a couple beers, was couple sets in, and ran into this cute blonde. She was cold and distant, as most are, and I just went up with fun.

Emergency: "You know, you should be taller."

Cute Blonde:"What?" She said to me.

Emergency: "If you want a beer hun, you gotta get those arms in. That, or you have to flirt with that gut there to get some beer."

Cute Blonde: "Oh yeah?"

Emergency: "I got money on that you can't do it. In fact, I know you're not tuff enough."

Cute Blonde: "You think that?"

Emergency: "Yup. I triple doggy dare you to, in fact."

Her face lit up. It was like a was offering her a job working for TRL in 1997. She ran over the keg, started flirting with the guy running the tap, and came back to show me the beer. I joked with her, intentionally negged her (which was totally unnecesarry) and started some mini-drama. She stormed of, so I turned to the next girl to me - a cute southeast Asian chick

Emergency: "I don't get girls."

Southeast Asian Chick: Full 180 Turn, Doggie Dinner Bowl Eyes "Yeah, me either."

I didn't remember it being that easy, but I guess it was. We left, headed to another party, and then I headed home. Tests in the am, and the gym in the pm. Now, it's nearly 10, and it's time to do it again.

Five Things I Did Well

1. Social Proof - Being the cool guy is as easy as talking to everyone. Whether or not you "want to" when you first get there, it gets you into a good mood, gets you grooving, and having fun. Soon enough, you're getting checked out by more chicks and getting opened. It's the boy band theory in action. "If other girls like him, he must be good."
2. Worked With My Wing - I used to complain about white chicks and how I wasn't into them. This night, I realized that it's not that I'm not attracted to white girls, it's simply not to the same degree as I am to Asian girls. He LOVES white girls, so I went in and flirted.
3. Smiled - I put Joe Biden's rebuttle grins to shame.
4. Excellent Posture - Think of a bodybuilder posing his chest to some cute chicks. If you've got it, fluant it.
5. "My Game's a 10" - A quote from one of the RSD Coaches, Tim says a lot. Simply put, I put myself out there, was real and chill. I was bulletproof and LOVED it. More tonight baby.

Five Things I Will Improve on Next Time

1. Persist - The two girls I was keen on I didn't persist with. Both were left on highs, but nothing came off it but good feelings. Next time, go for the number regardless of time constraints or stay with them longer. My game's a 10.
2. Have More Fun - I was having a blast, and now I want it to be on turbo. It's my birthday, Christmas, and New Years on the same day! Next time, I'm bringing that energy with me wherever and laughing it up.
3. Cut Threads Quicker - In a few sets, my necklace drew a lot of attention. That's cool. What wasn't that it was the only  thing we would talk about after. Instead, use everything she's throwing at me to make the conversation keep going, just like I would anyways.
4. Move Girls - I mean bounce, spin, whatever. I had the energy, but it was bouncing off of me and might have been a teeny tiny bit spastic. No one minded or was put off, but it definitely can be used for greater good.
5. It's My Party. My Permission. - I would cut myself off and check on my wing too frequently. At the end of the night, I had flirted with lots of different girls, and made people's night, but I hadn't got any numbers or makeouts. My wing though, because he allows himself to do whatever he wants, fucked two girls, and hooked up with another. Next time, I'm using my Super.

スーパー!

I'll be wearing two hats there (hopefully neither of them a lampshade, but there will be an open bar, so we'll see...). One is my entrepreneur hat; of course I'm hoping somebody who hasn't lost all his or her wealth in the crash will dig my elevator pitch to the tune of several million Euros. But aren't we all? I'm sure there will be lots of talk about the Wall Street fiasco and what it means for the tech industry and entrepreneurs looking for funding. Should be interesting.

The other hat is my web worker hat.

I'm very curious to talk to the other entrepreneurs who will be there. I have a hunch that a high proportion of startup founders are web workers. We live outside of the box. We march to the beat of our own drums. And similar metaphors. Right?

We tend to be early adopters and know more about new trends and technologies than the average Joe. Because of that, I imagine we get some really good ideas. Just about all the web workers I know put their energy and skills and creative minds into side projects, whether for fun or profit. Do you? I'll be testing my hypothesis at the Meetup and hopefully meeting some local web workers.

The other thing I'm curious about is what Mike Gunderloy asked a couple of weeks ago in his post Where are the exciting startups? He said he hadn't seen anything come out of recent startup conferences that struck him as particularly innovative or useful for web workers. I haven't either. I'll be looking to see if there are any at this soirée that might get Mike and the rest of us web workers excited. Rumor has it that innovation in the Old World is on the rise.

Lastly, if you are planning to be at the Paris Meetup, please let me know in the comments! And if you don't make it to this one, maybe I'll catch you next time!

Vor kurzem, noch während meiner Zeit mit dem Mädel, das in den letzten paar Einträgen auftauchte, hat mich im StudiVZ eine Dame angeschrieben. Diese Dame war mir nicht unbekannt - vor circa einem halben (!) Jahr tanzte ich mit ihr in einer größeren Disko in der Nähe. Auf meine damalige Frage hin, "ob sie denn kurz mitkäme, es sei hier so laut auf der Tanzfläche", lächelte sie und schüttelte den Kopf. Schade. Ein "Komm mal kurz mit!", an die Hand nehmen und einfach von der Tanzfläche führen wäre wohl erfolgsversprechender gewesen.

Sei's drum. Ich hab' jemanden angetanzt, sie hat mitgemacht - ein Novum für mich. Ein schönes.

Eben dieses Mädel hat sich bei mir "zufällig" im StudiVZ gemeldet. Soviel ich jedoch weiß, hatte sie ein Bild meiner Selbst im Internet stehen (wohl an diesem einen Abend gemacht) und mich gesucht. Wie's der Zufall wollte, stieß einer meiner Kommilitonen auf eben dieses Bild und hat sie auf mich gebracht. Ihre Geschichte war eine andere. Im Grunde egal. Im Grunde amüsant. Ich werd' bei Gelegenheit weiter nachbohren.

Zumindest hat mir dieser Vorfall gezeigt: Attraction war da. Dass ich in ihren Augen einen verdammt hohen Value habe, haben mir letztendlich die Nachrichten im VZ klar gemacht. Als ich den Laufpass bekommen habe, wollte ich natürlich endlich ein Treffen initiieren - eine Idee, von der sie recht angetan war. Nur schickte sie mir am Tag vorher unter anderem die Worte:

Also, kann dir jetzt schon sagen, ganz leicht wird des morgen für mich nicht; bin nämlich etwas schüchtern ; )
Und du lachst jetzt nich! ;D

Ich musste grinsen. Ehrlich. Das war süß. Naiv. Und in der Summe ziemlich sympathisch. Ich habe in diesem Moment beschlossen, heftig die Comfort-Schiene zu fahren. Aufbau von Attraction und/durch DHV wollte ich erstmal vernachlässigen - ich nahm's als weitestgehend gegeben an. "The game is played in comfort" - oder nicht?

Date am Donnerstagabend, 19 Uhr, Innenstadt. Gleiche Location wie beim HB vorher, hatte sich ja immerhin bewährt. Sie kam 5 Minuten zu spät, schrob mir sogar eine Warnung per SMS deshalb, woraufhin ich beschloss, lieber selbst zu spät zu sein und erstmal Geld zu holen. Hat auch so hingehauen - fein!

Da saß sie, auf der Bank, tippte auf ihrem Handy. Erkannt hatte ich sie sofort - sie wohl auch mich - und, was schön war: Dieses Mal ging mir nicht so sehr die Düse wie das letzte Mal. Ich fühlte mich auch vorbereiteter als damals, und hatte mir einen Gesprächseinstieg zurecht gelegt. Umarmung, erste Worte, Überleitung zum ersten Thema - wunderbar. Man kam ins Gespräch. Aber: Herrje, sie hat in ihrer Nachricht nicht gelogen! Schüchtern hoch 3, hat sich kaum getraut mich anzuschauen, Blick gesenkt. Oder war's doch viel eher Enttäuschung? Brr. Gedanke wegschieben, Fahrstuhltür auf, hoch in die Beachbar. Und wieder waren ein paar Sofas frei. Ausgezeichnet. Kino leicht gemacht.

Leicht gemacht?

Irgendwie nicht. Sie war zwar viel am Lachen, Blickkontakte wurden mehr, aber sie war und blieb erschreckend unresponsive was Kino betraf. Ich baue beim "Game" (sofern man das bei mir schon als solches bezeichnen kann) stark auf Kino auf - ihre Reaktion machte mir die Sache nicht einfacher (Notiz im Geiste: Versuchen, sich nicht so einseitig auf Kino zu verlassen!). Irgendwann war sie dann endlich mal aufgetaut genug, um mir lachend an den Oberarm zu fassen, als ich ein unbewusstes Statement von ihr augenzwinkernd als Beleidigung gegenüber mir interpretiert hab'. Aber viel mehr kam nicht von ihr, was mich dazu brachte - mit dem Hintergedanken, dass sie wirklich extrem schüchtern sein könnte - einfach mein Kino zu intensivieren: Haare wuscheln ("Och je, du Armes!"), kurze, stetige Kontakte an Knie, Hand und Oberarm. Wenig kam zurück. Sie zwirbelte sich die Haare, lächelte, lachte, kam nicht großartig näher, wich aber meinem Kino definitiv nicht aus und kriegte es allmählich auf die Reihe, mir auch wirklich längere Zeit in die Augen zu schauen.

Und dann das Thema "erste Liebe". Ich hätt's früher ansprechen sollen. Denn als sie meinte "Und ansonsten war bisher noch nichts in Richtung Freund", fiel's mir wie Schuppen von den Augen - das Mädel war gar nicht in der Lage, selbst was zur Sache beizutragen! Und wohl tatsächlich schüchtern bis zum Abwinken. Herrje. Einerseits irgendwie seltsam - andererseits auch wunderbar herausfordernd!

Mit dem Wissen im Hinterkopf haben wir die Beachbar verlassen, sind durch Innenstadt und Campus gelaufen. Als sich unsere Hände gestikulierenderweise berührten, nahm ich die ihre einfach in meine. Ich glaube, sie war erstmal perplex. Ich hab' mich bemüht so zu tun, als wäre gar nichts geschehen (Ist ja auch nicht, oder?) und habe weitergeredet. Nur sachter Druck zurück am Anfang, der dann beim Spielen mit ihren Fingern stärker wurde. Okay. Scheint ihr zu gefallen - gut.

Auch beim späteren Trennen genügte es, wenn ich in die Nähe ihrer Hand kam - sie griff zu. Sehr gut. Das wird!

Beim KC lähmte mich etwas die Escalation Anxiety, die normalerweise weniger Probleme bereitet. Und ich glaube, ich hätte ihn auch nicht gebracht, hätte sie nicht ihre Bahn verpasst. So waren wir gezwungen, uns die Zeit zu vertreiben. Also ein nettes Plätzchen gesucht (durchaus mit Bedacht gewählt), auf die Bank gesetzt, sie neben mich, ihr Kopf an meine Schulter, ich meinen Arm um die ihre. Am Haar gerochen - "Ist das Kokosnuss?" - die Wange gestreichelt. Geredet.

Um Himmels Willen - wenn nicht jetzt, wann dann?

rAFC: "Weißt du was jetzt noch fehlt?"
HB: "Nein?"

Kinn in die Hand, zu mir gedreht, vorsichtig geküsst. Ohne Zunge, langsam.

rAFC: "So, jetzt ist's besser."

Ich glaube, sie war innerlich total durch den Wind. Und ich glaube, sie fand's toll.

rAFC: "Du weißt, dass du heute extrem spät ins Bett kommst?"
HB: "Das ist mir so egal!"

Irgendwann kam sie dann, die Bahn. Und kurz davor nochmaliger KC, mehrfach, schön. Vor allem wenn man ihre bisherige Unerfahrenheit beachtet. Vielleicht sind's auch ihre Lippen. Hihi. Zunge habe ich weggelassen, bewusst. Comfort Kissing erschien mir als absolut ausreichend in dieser Situation.

Dieses Wochenende wird's wohl nichts, mit dem Wiedersehen. Dass eins ansteht, ist für uns beide klar - wohl nächsten Samstag. Oder so.

Fazit:

• Escalation Anxiety beim KC überwunden. Inzwischen zum dritten Mal und zum dritten Mal auch mit positivem Feedback. Ich glaube, sie wird immer weniger zum Problem.
• Trotz ihrer Schüchternheit eine nett laufende Unterhaltung zu Stande gebracht.
• Mich nicht von ihrer Unresponsiveness entmutigen lassen, sondern ihre (Nicht-)Reaktionen wohl richtig eingeschätzt und damit korrekt umgegangen.
• Datelocation und der Ablauf des Dates haben sich ein weiteres Mal bewährt.
• Zuviel Gewicht auf Kino. Irgendwie. Und leichte Ratlosigkeit, als dieses nicht anschlug.
• KC kommt immer relativ unvermittelt - ich krieg's noch nicht gebacken, zuvor einen gewissen "Vibe" zu erzeugen.

Friday turned out to be the mother of all days this weekend. Fred canceled which left me a little blue. We get to Plunge and soon discover that the genie is out of the bottle, the place is swarmed with PUA's. Sure allot of our buddies like Distant Light, Summa, and Adonis are there but there are allot of aggressive chodes walking around and worst of all Ruskie Douche had hit Plunge. Ruskie Douche is a PUA I met a while back, Raven and I got stuck with him for an evening. At first he seemed cool but as the night wore on so did he on our nerves. He is very arrogant and annoying not to mention obnoxious. He has good attraction game but is needy as fuck and also outcome orientated.

Anyway Ruskie Douche is at plunge and I have always kept myself civil around him. I don't like to be a dick if I don't have to. I may not like Ruskie Douche but other than being an ass he never gave me reason to hate the guy. Well tonight he would.

Two women walked into plunge a blond and brunet. Both were very hot. Every chode froze to stare at them. Every woman studied them as a potential threat. The blond scanned the room with no expression, she was a shark. You could tell she knew what she was doing. She had her blackberry in her hands and a list of numbers that ended in the square root of pie. The brunet smiled. She knew she was hot, she knew the power she had but she got no satisfaction from it. She was made of social steel and would not fall apart at the sight of a neg. These were She-Wolves running in a pair, cutting through the club like a hot knife through butter (cliché i know), they owned this club.

Distant Light approached and engaged them for a while but ejected. Oh well, I walked around and did some quick sets while the She-Wolves were being flocked. Did a few sets, got blown out a bit, choded around the club then I saw the She-Wolves being talked to by two older business type chodes. The blond was bored. She walked around looking at the view. Without thinking I went over and said.

"Okay we need to fix this."

"What?"

"Dude you look so fucking bored"

She chuckles and were off. I just basically interrogate the poor girl. Turns out shes from LA and is a student. I'm in rapport hell. I don't know where this is going and I don't see any reaction from this girl other than just talking. I want to jump off the balcony. Then suddenly...

"Ey! Iz diz Gurl from L.A?!" I hear from behind me in a Russian accent.

WTF? What the hell is wrong with Ruskie Douche! Why would anyone try to come into a single set? I turn and give me the Penance Stare "YEAH SHE IS!!" I shout at him annoyed and turn my back to him to continue my conversation with the blond who smirks.

I am then introduced to the other she wolf. Her name is Taylor and it turns out shes a sweet heart. I wind up blowing out the two older chodes. Taylor interrogates me, looking back she actually was subtly shit testing me. By asking me who i liked musically and then saying she hated that band to see if I would change my opinion. The blond on the other hand tries to get my attention and even asks me if I'm gay. I give a weird look like "uh no". Oh I just thought so cause your so stylish she replies with her monotone voice. I fucked up I think. I talk to Taylor and find out her dad wrote the book Timeline that was made into a movie. I was pretty unimpressed since I hate Paul Walker (seriously what is up with this man and the word Bro, he uses it like every 20 seconds!).

Anyway I decide to eject when the blond grabs my arm and says "where are you going?", I'm thrown by this I honestly was blind in this set. These girls are from L.A they are pro's in the social world. I put way to much value in them, essentially I blinded myself. I tell her I'm going to find my friends and she pouts then she goes in for the kiss. Thinking shes going for the cheek, I give it to her. She was going for the fucking mouth.

NOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!! I scream in my head.

I try to kiss her on the mouth. I get the cheek. Its just becomes a cluster fuck goodbye. I wind up getting her number though. As soon as I turn Ruskie Douche jumps in, he was being a vulture while I was in set. He goes straight for Taylor.

As I'm walking I bump into Distant Light. He tells me Ruskie Douche jumped into his set and tooled him. Thats it, I have had it I think to myself, this bastard is going down. As if like magic suddenly The Judge appears with Golden.

The Imperial March is playing as they walk. They are dressed in black. They are lords of the cock, I can feel their intensity of their dark and forbidden powers from 5 feet away. Lights seem to dim as they walk by. Golden immediately turns to me and his eyes are on fire with intent, I feel the chode inside me scream in fear. He tells me to go back in the she-wolf set, my ego screams in protest. But then I get a dark and devilish idea. I grab The Judge and introduce him to Taylor. I see Ruskie Douche give a face of terror. As I walk by, he grabs me and and whispers in my ear "I HATE You! Why did you bring him into my set?".

I give him a confused look. At this point Golden swoops in and pulls us both away. Golden tells Ruskie to leave him alone that its his set. Ruskie Douche almost starts to cry. "Nooooooooooo Itz MY SET!!!".

Golden laughs in his face and says "Not anymore dude!"

Ruskie is pissed and jumps back into the set. Taylor gives me a look saying "Oh no not this guy again" and begin to man handle The Judge. The Judge is doing pretty well against this guy but hes like kamikaze hes wrecking the set and himself. Taylor gives me this look of “What the fuck is going on?” and “Man this is lame”. Then Ruskie Douche does a move I have never seen anyone do, he grabs The Judges dick! The Judge pushes back Ruskie Douche and tells him politely not to touch him. A few minutes later The Judge ejects because Ruskie Douche whispers in his ear to please leave “his” set. The Judge felt pity for him and left.

Ruskie didn't learn his lesson because he later wrecked both Golden's set and Steve's set, he spent the rest of the night stalking Taylor and trying to AMOG guys.

The Judge tried to make me AMOG him by telling me to pull Taylor away but I didn't have the conviction when I tried so I was denied and wound up looking pretty chode. Some other guys then swooped in and were all over Taylor and the blond (one guy even got on the floor to talk to the blond since she was crouched over on her phone...Jesus that was pretty needy).

I then lost a make out with a girl because she was drunk and I went chode. This chick is all over me hugging me, kissing my cheek, dancing for me and I let her go because he friend was sober and I didn't want to seem like a creep. Fucking moron.

That night the Judge gave me a talk about how you need to be polarizing in sets. How you need to truly not give a shit and just be intense. Her later disappeared like Obi-One after he said this. I suddenly felt a wind of inspiration and just began to approach like crazy, and really direct. One girl was this hottie Asian who I went from telling her she was adorable to just being flat out sexy. I could tell that at points she was uncomfortable with my frankness but I just didn't care and wound up flipping it and getting her number. I then got a kiss from a hottie who was being dragged around by her friend.

By the end Raven and I walked home, I remember Raven telling me that is was a bad night because once again he was going home with wood. I told him that he was crazy because he made out with a girl that night. I have now come to see allot of Ravens points.

The next day I am online just farting around thinking about the night before when I decide to look up Taylors dad who wrote the book Timeline, I type it in and this is the name that pops up.

Michael Crichton

Wait, Taylors dad is Michael Crichton? The Michael Crichton? They guy who wrote Jurassic Park?!I do a Google image search and find the following pictures of Taylor

(by the way she looks even better now...she got some work done plus she died her hair)

Holy mother of god!

Saturday I wound up hanging out with Fred and Caramel. I was happy that they got along and we wound up sarging in Plunge for a bit. I wound up being bought a drink by a girl and kissed. The chick was a little weird though, she would go from aggressive to passive on a drop of a dime. I wound up number closing her but I don't know if I will call her. Anyway I decide to by her a drink since she got me one. While I'm at the bar, Ruskie Douche walks in and sees me. He sarcastically bows and says “Why hello Warlock! Next time you pull shit with me, you say it to my face!” and starts to walk off. I tell him “Whatever dude” and “Theres no need to be an asshole” He hesitates and I think he debated on whether to pursue the situation or not, he chose the latter.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, we hung out with Saad and Achilles at Sutton Place were the womens bitch shields were sky high. The sarging at Sutton and the surrounding bars made me realize how in my comfort zone I am. I'm so used to being in Plunge where the women are blatantly there to be gamed that if you put me in a bar that is loud, crowded and full of chodes I will stall out. Thats complete bullshit on my part. I need to be able to sarge anywhere. I cant be intimidated anymore. I need to get used to any environment.

Sunday turned into a complete disaster. Caramel was more whinny than usual. I have decided to ban her from sarging for a while due to her behavior. Raven wound up bailing early in the night to meet up with a Brazilian girl (cant blame the guy, hes really getting his shit together) and Martyr who met up with us, decided to invite The Undertaker out even though he knows that neither Caramel or I like spending any time with him.

I was so in my head that I was not approaching. I did one set and it went really well. But turns out the girl was with her boyfriend. When Martyr said he was inviting The Undertaker I bailed on them. Only to realize that I was now alone and unable to approach. Why is that? Why do I need the baby blanket of a wing even if I approach alone. I tried calling everyone I knew but no one would come out. I wandered the streets of meatpacking, thinking about my game. I actually met up with Caramel and we hit a dinner. Then called it a night (funny turned out that Mystery and Lovedrop eventually went to Plunge later that night)

I realized that I have been choding out in my game. I have not been going for the close. I have hit a success barrier. My mind is freaking out because it does not like change and I am changing my life. I realize this because I am not really going for the close. I am going to the same place over and over. I still care about what other people think of me.

This is unacceptable.

This all came to a head on Monday while I read The Judges 30 day challenge thread. I felt the power and nimbus oozing off this page. I felt the furry or Berserker Rage. I was furious at myself for being a chode, for allowing my inner chode to still live. I must destroy it. I need to push sets to the limit. I need to get up in girls grill. I need to say insane stuff that will either shock or amaze. I called Golden and like a madman recounted my revelation my new mission of getting drinks thrown at me and punches to my face. I was a crazed madman drunk with furry.

Golden told me that I need to step up, everything else is in place. I just need to step up and take what I want.

I spoke to Raven and we have decided to upgrade to 4 nights a week. Jesus, God help NYC....

We found the English section I had a Day 2 there a while back and remembered the location. As soon as we hit the location, Bolo goes up to an HB and opens her. I follow his pattern and open a two set (something I'm working on doing more) they were in the travel section. One was carrying a San Francisco travel guide and the other was carrying a London travel guide. I asked them if they have traveled and I chose the target. (HB 6.5) They traveled and spoke pretty good English. I conversed with them about helping Bolo speak Spanish and looking for a Spanish book for him to practice his Spanish.

The set went off and I opened another HB that Bolo had previously opened, but he wasn't into. She wasn't that keen and asked for my number... Oh Well...

The set that I had previously turned into a one set and my target was holding 2 books. I went over to her and asked her if she found a book. She couldn't choose which one she wanted... I helped her pick one out based on my impressions of the books. She ended up buying the one I picked out. I number closed her and set up a semi time bridge...

After that set left, there was a lone wolf looking at novels HB 6.75.

ME: Hi, you like these kinda books?
Her: Yeah, I like novels...
Me: What are your favorite novels?
Her: I like novels
ME: Not answering my question correctly I go into about what kind of novels I like then she tells me her novels

The set goes well I mean to near perfection. I SHOULD HAVE mini bounced her around the bookstore and taken her to a coffee shop or something. I didn't and opted for the number. This is an area that I need to work on... I met up with Blue and the guys and I sent her some text messages... The compliance was on and she was responding quickly. I set up the timebridge on Sunday and will go a little early to map out the logistics....

I ran one last set on the subway back home HB 8. She had a luggage bag.

Me: Oh, where did you travel to?
Her: I didn't but it's from Hong Kong
Me: That's great you like to travel
Her: Yes, I do and list other places she has gone...

I talked to her for about 15 mins set up the number close before my stop, but no time bridge.

Were in riverside again, club sevilla, I was frustrated with the fact that the girls we were suppose to go with bailed so that's less value, even more frustrated when we missed the RSVP line by a few mins, and I almost had it when I went in and saw that there were so many guys, and so few girls in there, fuck it I'm not the type of guy to blow his lid and start choas but even I have my limits and you'll see where I'm pushed beyond those limits later.

I was in state that night though I had my buddy Ronnie and my wingman there so we were running game all over the club but it was just not on that night even though I had chugged all that alcohol out there in the parking lot.  We actually park next to these fat chicks and Ronnie labels them as "drunk" everytime he sees them "drunk" eeewww fat chicks dude seriously, and the part I regret is that I toasted them with my beer in the car haha

Let me just say for the record I (Adam J) am not of 21 years of alcoholic puchasing age, so I had to wait in the 18+ line and I told my wing and BC (Ronnie) to just go ahead on in and I'll make friends in line. So I did I opened up some dude with "Dude your not 21? You totally look at least 21 man" turns out the guy is barely 18 doesn't even have an real I.D. and he's using his friends I.D. to get in which looks like his 9 years old in. From there I start getting more people into the convo, the guy he's with, the two guys that are in front of us and the girls (fat girls) behind us. I end up having a pretty cool convo with one of the guys and we start talking about clubs and how "Dance" is gonna be really cool next weekend it turns out he drives a prius and is willing to drive us there and I'm like YES! Hit me up lets go! So that's for next week, stay tuned ;]

So I finally get in, I don't get shit for the way I'm dressed cause I'm dressed accordingly. I get in, look around and spot my buddies, I check the place out, pretty lame, thought it was gonna be cool. I try to make the best of things and dance and talk to people, but I couldn't help the fact that the shit was boring, perhaps I'm use to going out to these clubs by now? Nah it's just that it was empty and a total sausage fest. We spend like two hours in there and nothing, no hook ups or anything and then it happens..security guard comes up to me and here's our convo:

Faggot Security: Turn your hat around

Me: you wanna see my hat? What? ?

Faggot Security: Turn it around and keep it that way.

Me: fuck that, I'm not turning my hat around forwards, fuck you I'm outta here!

I get escorted out of the club and I tell my wing to find BC so we can jam, we get the hell outta there and hit up Ashley from the other night and she says that they just got into a car accident and they have to call us back later...gay. So we hit up Dennys (Denniels) and meet this surprisingly cool guy named "ron" a bit of a bisexual but that's coo I guess and he tells about hows he gone to these clubs and he's been to mexico and all this and it gaves some cool ideas. Like we should goto mexico for spring break! We eat our "shlamburgers" as we call them and chill outside by my car for a while. Oh and btw I am the AMOG master I defeated my wing like 6 times at amoging yesterday.

What I'm trying to get accross is that your going to fail much more than you are going to succeed, but you shouldn't take it lightly, fuck that blow your lid sometimes it feels good to do that, just to tell people off sometimes when you feel your being disrespected. Don't keep your emotions bottled up, learn how to handle them, but focus on the bigger picture too. Always ask yourself "How does this affect me on the bigger scale of things?" and you'll see it usually never does. Always stand up for what's right even if it doesn't apply to you, because confidence comes from courage half of the time. It's just these other pua's in the community almost feel cool about having a bad night and I'm not for that, I want be able to have a night that tops the previous one before every single time...and you should too.

A few weeks ago I met a girl via myspace who works at hooters, I had ran my regular routine on myspace got the #close after a few messages and got her to meet up with me after 3 days of light texting. I wanted to do things a little different with her though, I wanted to be able to keep a conversation going the whole time we were out, since I have a problem with that.

So I text her the day we're suppose to get together at 1 PM, nothing, I text her again at 4:30 saying "Claudia, I'm totally breaking up with you!!" 30 minutes later she calls twice and leaves 3 text messages haha. I was fast asleep though, I had worked out in the morning and needed a nap so I wake up and call her up making sure I use my deep phone seducing voice and it totally worked cause I got her to want to meet up with me like within 5 minutes. I get dressed and head out, I needed gas though, I goto the gas station and there's total crackheads trying to bum cash and other things off people, I wasn't in the mood for this..but they ask me last and I can tell their intimidated by me so I give'em a pen just to be nice. I take off, get to the juice place we had decided to meet up at and run game on the girl that was working, she was hmm...bleh.

The "Hooters girl" gets there, and she's taller than me! She's a good 5'10" haha pretty bomb though, thank god she wasn't FAT! I would've just left lol, so I give her a hug and tell her to order her juice so we can go hang outside. Now I know your not suppose to sit in chairs on your day 2 or first date, but rather sit parallel on a bench, but there were noooone. So I run my routine: 3 interesting things about her, then about me, palm reading, 6 months to live, $1 million dollars to spend, the cube, venue change, venue and all through the routine and throw in playful games and lots of I mean lots of kino, and I'll usually get the k-close in about 15 to 30 minutes, this one like I said I wanted to be able to practice talking so I expected the k-close to come in a little bit later than expected. So the venue change was to a pharmacy store but in there I ran around and made her chase me, played with toys and told stories. Got boring so we went to hang out in my car to listen to some music hehe!

We're in the car and this is apart of my routine as well I make the girl listen to disney songs and allow to guess where they're from, then we do 80's music and played out 90's music and sing to them all it's hella fun. So then I go into comfort building asking some deep questions like "what does she have a phobia of?" she tells me when people touch her wrists so I started doing that haha, so we're in there for a good 10 minutes and I wanna make out so I tell her i like when they pull my hair and she yanks on it, and I say "Your doing it all wrong, let me do it do you.." so it's basically evolution-phase shift routine without all the sappy conversation about discovery channell animals and shit in it. I grab her hair by the back and yank hard and ask "That feels really good doesn't it... your sayin owe, but you like it, haha I just got you to like pain in .05 seconds." well we can't pulling eachothers hair for a little bit and then I lean over and go for the k-close she's having a lot of fun with the hair pulling haha and so I say "Hey!..I'm trying to kiss you here.." so she's like "oh, oh yeah here.." and she moves over and PACHANGA awesome k-close, she makes out just like me, we stayed in the car for a good half hour messing around, I bit on her tits a few times, smelled and kissed her neck, smacked her ass a ton of times and then told her to get out because I had a club to go to that night!

We get to her car I show her my tramp stamp like i said I would and make out with her some more, people in the parking lot were honking but I was like fuuuck it haha

I get to my wings house and wait for our friend Ronnie to show up, he shows up and has to get dressed so we can goto the club, that's even more time were waiting for him! So we get everything going and take an extra pair of pants for ronnie cause this club in particular is veeeerry strict on clothing. So we head out to buy some alcohol and gas for the car...Ronnie forgets his wallet to pay for alcohol and his I.D., we head back to the wings house. Back to a different gas station cause...Ronnie cussed out the last gas station attendent.

Off to hollywood blvd we went! Yay! With a 40 ounce bottle of Mickeys in my hand we were rolling classy. Takes us like 40 minutes to get there at the speed at which we went. We pass by and well...Ronnie freaked out cause the line was longer than one for a star wars convention of some sort. We pay $15 for parking...shit. We get out, Ronnie pee's on a bum and we go to the Line of the club and wait, I have to go pee and walk down the street and start asking people, lol I'm wearing my "college" t-shirt btw it's awesome. No one knows so I goto "Tommys burgers" and use theirs but I buy cookies first to get in. Awesome cookies!

I get back they're calling me now telling me they're about to get in! Awesome!! I run to where I was and literally 2 fights almost happen from the time I get back to the time I get in which was about 3 minutes haha. They don't even check the fanny pack when they frisk me, awesome. I get in and here's what's going through my mind:

"Man..I'm buzzed, I feel awesome and confident, my smirk is on, tonight is ON!!", "This is like a real club, I've always imagined the real clubs in Hollywood lookin like this.", "Does Ronnie expect for girls to open him in the kind of enviorment?", "I don't wanna dance, shits gay", "Why is my wing so into dancing? Well I guess it'll come in handy later"

We walk around the club like a bunch of CHODES for like an hour, until I just give up and start dancing, I see a really cute girl dancing right next to me, I just go for it and she starts incinerating my cock with her fat juicy ass right against it, like sand paper against a watermelon that shit hurt. I see this mediocre lookin white chick whos dancing by herself the friend of the one I'm dancing with and get her to dance with my wing. This girl I'm dancing with we'll call her "coco" because she smelled really bomb like that. I kept dancing with this one for a while, but she was doing a lot of push-pull so I did the same. She really kept doing the same moves, kinda sucks, but she was totally cute. I was grabbing her tits and playing with her va-j-j all through out the night haha, then I had to dance with her friend and she smelled like an old sofa, particularly my old neighbor "Anthonys" old pink sofa from 9 years ago haha. I wanted coco back, I start dancing with her and some guy on the other side of her and she's doing crazy dance moves on me, like she's a total stripper, and the other guy is just standing there watching I'm like shooting him a look of "wtf do you want chode" the song ends and the club is pretty much over, she leans and I tell her "kiss goodbye? this cheek, the other, and here (go for lips)" and if she gets mad say "oh sorry I'm french baby" but the thing is she did it, afterwords she starting holding hands with that guy who was standing like a chode in front of us and she told him "alright come on lets go", wtf...was that her BF?! We'll never know.

- Adam JP

I arrived at plunge with Raven and Caramel with the intention of trying to be myself in set. No more games or personas. I was not going to be Mr. Sex Guy or Goof ball High Energy Warlock, I would just be plain old David. But I soon realized this would be harder than I thought most sets I did I found myself falling back into the Warlock identity or being to invested in what they thought I was soon blown out. One memorable blow out was when I asked a chubby girl what she did and she said she was a model to which I sarcastically replied yeah right. Turns out she was a plus sized model. Ouch.

I was in my head and soon stopped approaching, I told a new PUA I met called Adonis about my dilemma. I'm pretty positive Adonis will soon be pulling ass like crazy, he just needs to practice a bit to get himself calibrated. Sometimes he comes off as obnoxious to people or so I've been told. Anyway Adonis soon told me to open anything and pointed to a girl walking in my direction.

So I reached over and tapped this girl on the shoulder.

"Hey who are you?" I stated. She smiled and told me her name to which i responded that I thought she was adorable and loved her dimples (I touched her cheeks at this point). She responded at how she had noticed me since I walked in because she loved my fedora. We talked a bit and she told me she had to get back to her brother since she was celebrating his birthday turns out she was in from Canada. I thought to myself at this point "oh well this set wont go anywhere" I ejected. As I did she told me she would shake my hand but she was holding two drinks, so i said i would kiss her on cheek which i did one and then the other. Then I went for an Eskimo and smack she had kissed me on the lips! She smiled and said that’s the best she could offer and walked away leaving me shocked!

So much for bare details huh guys? Anyway I wanted to run over and make out with her there but i didn't want to come off needy or horny. So as I was walking around I spotted her alone and sarged her up. I kinoed her and she responded with equal kino, then her brother came and I befriended him but I could not figure out how to get the brother out of the equation. Enter Caramel who distracted the brother! So as they talked, I talked to my girl and tried to kiss her. To which she told me she had a boyfriend with a sly smile and denied my kisses. I kept trying and trying but then I stopped myself, I felt that was being to needy. Hmm she needs isolation I thought. I saw her drink was empty, and proceeded to act as waiter (screw it if I had to buy drinks I did not care). I lead her to the bar holding her hand (ha first lead). Isolated her and boom I was soon making out with her.

Then she stopped me.

"Oh god, your so amazing, and I like this so much but I have a boyfriend and I have to respect that" she said as she was rubbing my chest. This floored me. This chick was really into me. And she was into me for me! This girl used to be a manager, she managed Avril Lavine and other hot bands. She was hot, she made more money in a month than I made in a year, she traveled and hung out with celebrities and she though I was the most amazing man in that club! And I didn't get this from her by playing games or pushing buttons, I got it for putting myself out there.

We stopped making out. I will be honest I started to get a little chode. I got hooked on the state all this had given my ego. I just started enjoying her company. She went to the bathroom leaving us hanging out with her brother, 20 minutes later she came back but the bubble had long broken. I think in those 20 minutes it sunk in that she had just cheated on her boyfriend. I soon ejected and Caramel and I called it a night.

Funny thing while I was waiting for her I had a few girls come up to open me. One was a insanely hot blond I mean this chick could have been a freaking model and I blew her out because I didn't want the Canadians brother seeing me talk to another girl and tell his sister she had just been used by a player.

I cared about her feelings and I cared about her. I was cherishing in the night. I would never see this girl again and I would cherish her in the night always.

As I walked back to my train I wondered If I was made for this. Would every girl I made out with have this effect on me. Would I be heart broken once they were gone? Would I have days where I missed them? Would I sit in my bed at night wondering if they thought of me?

I didn't want to go through that every time i went out! I didn't want to get my state and my good feelings from a girl that should come from me. I have reached a new level and found deeper things about myself both good and bad. Man what an amazing night...

Friday was probably one of the more frustrating days I had that week. Don't get me wrong I still had a blast. Whenever Fred is around having fun is a given. We all hit up sets, Fred opened quite a few, I noticed that he does have AA but its funny because its not your normal type of AA. Fred has loopholes. For example if I point out a set that is a few feet away from him, Fred will jump in. However If I point out a set across the room or a distance where Fred will be by himself for even a few seconds he will stall himself out. I also noticed that you cant prep Fred for a set or else he will stall himself out. Hes running on pure instinct.

This is great for someone who has been in the game for only two months. I remember in my first two months I would approach maybe 3 sets (if I was lucky) and I couldn't even hold a conversation. Fred got a insanely hot Brazilian to ask him for his number! I almost feel sorry for women when he starts to grow more and more in his “game”.

And back to me. Well the problem I was having on Friday was that I was forcing the sexual intent. I was trying to be Mr. Sex Guy which did not work at all. I mean if you new me you would think this was the funniest shit in the world. Heres the deal, I hate porn. I don't like to see ejaculations or extreme close ups on vagina's. I hate seeing shots other dudes units going into her love tunnel. Don't like the close ups some of these directors have where your getting a shot of the dudes ass (what is up with that?). I actually get off to Cinemax porn. Yes I am into Skinemax.

So I kept pushing sexual intent in my interactions and it came off as needy or just weird. I ruined a kiss close with a girl by trying to kiss her in front of her friend. She was clearly into me but after that it fizzled out, I came off as a guy who wanted something from her instead of the cute guy who could have been fun.

Then came the worse point of the night when after hearing Steve (another PUA we know) talk about how you had to go sexual, I tried to sarge a cougar that was in a set of Love Pirates. I tried to push the kino very hard and tried to grab and kiss her but all that served was to get both L.P and I blown the fuck out. L.P was pretty ticked off, turns out he was sarging both girls to have a double make out and possibly a threesome.

I realized that night that I was trying way to hard. I was trying to be something I wasn't. I was trying to be Mr. Sex Guy and thats L.P's niche not mine. I decided the next night that I would just try to be me in every set the next night.

But that turned out to be harder than expected...

I was out with my wing again last night, I get outta work and tell'em to come over so we wait at my house until Gio gives us directions to a party that doesn't exist in Chino hills, so we basically bought him beer and wasted gas and left. I felt like you know what, I will not let this night goto waste, there is on place to sarge this late but it's pricey I says to my wing..the strip joint.

I've been to this place plenty of times, and I have an adventure there everytime. This time was nooo different. We get there 30 minutes before it closes and I wait ten minutes and I start to get desperate to find a dancer to give me a lap dance, so I spot the girl who just got off stage a few minutes ago come out from the back and I grab her by the hand and said lets gooo, I tried to run my entire game, DHV's, hardcore kino, hair pulling, smelling the neck, I dunno man she was braindead from working hard that night I guess, cause it didn't go anywhere but she gave me a lap dance for free, and I told her I'd give her one in return but she decided to pass haha.

I'm sitting there with the wing again and a familiar face rolls up right next to us, familiar face but a variation in her body...bigger TITS! Awesome, I straight tell her, "OMG I remember you, you were not THIS big in this vecinity of the body (the chest)" and she was like "oohhhh ahah I dunno who your talking about.." it was totally obvious she just had implant surgery and I called her out on it, making her self concious. My friend wanted a lap dance from her, but I took her by the hand and said "Nope, c'mon lets go", we pass right by the regular seats for the lap dances and she takes me to the VIP, I tell her my name is Peter Pan, she sits me down and starts goin to work, I run lines straight from muscle memory, I get her laughing a lot, she moves me hands to her brand new tits and I get close and say "aahhh...I don't think so, haha" and I move them down to her theighs, I make her do certain moves and keep spitting lines, I do a lot of push-pull but can't tell if it's the stripper that's getting paid to do this laughing or her genuine self, once she tried to start masturbating her clit on top of me I knew it was on. I grab her hand and say Nooo "I don't think so missy, don't even think about it." Do you know how many guys would've been like OOOHHH MY GOD THIS STRIPPER IS MASTURBATING ON TOP OF ME!..well a lot. So I did the opposite, totally turned her on, I made her grind in to my cock with her ass and then turned her around. She sat on me and I pulled her close, smelled her neck and asked about the perfume, I said it was it was pretty cool and I know a lot of girls who wear the same one. She started kiss my neck and licking my neck I told her she wasn't any good at it and showed her how a real pro does it, her neck tasted like perfume gross. Then she's like okey I think I got the hang of it, and she tried to do it AGAIN. I told her yeah your okey I guess. The song ends and I tell her she's my favorite dancer and I've had many. She stands up and so do I, I give her a hug and tell her to kiss me on the cheek good bye, first the left and then the right, then I go for the full k-close, but she turns away and she says "Hmm noooo I'll get in trouble.." and I knew she wanted it so I pulled her by the lower back, yanked on her hair back and said "you're already in trouble.." and went for the make out, it only lasted like a few seconds, but never the less, I made out with a really hot stripper with huge tits. Now it's time to go from there and try to date one so I can have her at lap dance disposal 24/7!

We get home and smoke a bowl and talk about random shit for a few hours, my wing had to wake up 3 hours later for work and I had 5 hours if that, so needless to say work sucked today, but I had a shit ton of looks commin from women, and I was even opened by a few.

I would talk more about the techniques in my field reports, but I like mine to come off more like Tucker Max then talking about exactly where I microlooped the chick, and DHV spiked to the 9th level while sub communicating that I like to eat pretzels and negging her at the same time by calling her a pretzel haha

- Adam J.P.

P.S. - I owed her 20, I only gave her $9, she was rubbing on me so whatever she owes me half for putting her hands on the merch, plus I don't just let women masturbate to the thought of me for free.

7:00 PM - I think we got there at around 7, walked through nordstroms and saw that the parking lot was decieving cause there wasn't that many people in there as it looked outside (which is not good). We ran a few sets here and there, first one was at Hollister I see a cute girl working there I open her with "Hey do you work here, what's it like working here" (I actually use to work at a hollister haha) and she was so boring, and gave me no signal of interest even after I pushed and pushed I just said forget it, I did however find a neat way of knowing whether the girls there are underage or not just ask "hey do you work 4 or 5 hours here per shift?" if they say 4 that means under 18 if they say 5 over 18, Awesome I know! Next set was at some trendy scene store where I walk around the store for like a minute and look around I see the hottest girl and ask if she knows where there's a restroom around, she points her finger and JC penny and says its right there I grab her hand while she's still pointing and try to drag her out of the store, my wing says she was freaked out lol you should've seen the look on her face she was like "omg this guy has some balls on him if he's trying to pull of the GM style" but I say it was a total rockstar move and I do it all the time, she was just lame. Anyways, lets get to a good one, we goto this store called beachworks and there's really cute wholesome girl in there and right from the get go the interaction was awesome, then it got kinda slow and I noticed one of the guys who I was talking to last time I was there standing right next to us, I get HIM in the conversation (social proof), and start busting on the girl for being born in 1990 and how the 80's were just so awesome. I ask for her name and says she not allowed to give it out, and I understand because she had only been working there for a week, she's still obeying rules and whatnot, but I gave her a nick name, the usual "sphegetti" and she with her mouth wide open says "ew sphegetti?! Why!?" and I say "Well I give every girl I meet a sour name at first, but only because I haven't gotten to know you, if your lucky and nice I'll hook you up with a better nick name like mcmuffin or sugertutts later on". We agreed that was a good set, even if it was just mostly social interaction. We ran a good ten sets but they were all busts and none of them went anywhere, the girls were either too shy or weren't going for the bait, I vowed to close someone or something that night though.

9:00 PM - Were at Dennys, getting outside the car and going to the restraunt we pass by a lone car in the parking lot when a rabid dog comes and to the window and just starts going off on a tanget of howls and growls and snarls of all sorts! I could've sworn it was for a hidden camera show, and also I could've sworn it's illegal to leave your dog in a parked car like that! Anyways we get in there and take our seats, we have this chubby waitress come take our order and as she's talking I stop her and say "I can totally see your tongue ring" and we start talking about that, and I out of no where ask "is it even good for anything" and she says "ohhhh yeah.." and I get grossed out cause she's fat and I say "let's not even go there" and I swear to god she says "uh how about we dooo go there.." and I was just like that's WRROOONNNG, but I always practice game even on fatties, just to practice I guess. We hit up the one guy who knows where the party will be tonight, a man by the name of "GIO"

Now Gio is hmmm, how do I put this...a brawler, he get's in to a lot of fights, he also drinks more than is healthy for him, but he's a cool guy! He lets us know where the party is and we head out there.

10 PM - We get there and it looks pretty cool, immediatly I see a good 20 people I know of but I don't actually knooow, we're standing there like complete chodes and I just say.."lets go get some fuckin beer dude seriously" we go down the block and pick up an 18 pack of bro light, we get back to the party, I put some in my wind breakers pockets and he puts some in his pants pockets, were hanging out in the same spot again but this time we've got beer on our side, we get like 10 dudes in about 10 minutes asking for some and I only hand one out to the guys I know our going to boost my social value through out the night which comes in veeery handy later on. We get one girl comes up to me, about 6 inchs away from my face and shakes my hand and asks if she could have a beer, I go ssshhhhhh and put a finger over her mouth and said "you may have one, but don't spread the word" and she eats it up, asks my name and for the night I was "peter pan" though I actually gave away my real name at first and I was like "aahhh shit I meant peter pan" she agreed to call me that for the rest of the night. We're drinking when I see Gio's brother roll in and he increases the social value big time by chillen with us for the majority of the night because many of the girls there know him but just aren't into him. So there's two girls who have been hovering near us the entire night and they hang out with junior and we jump into convo I totally pick on the one with blue hair with the jean shorts on and tell her how the relationship is over for her giving away her beer to someone else..but she could keep the dog haha. This was around the time I told everyone I had a "tramp stamp" and I made everyone guess what it said and I showed them, and I showed a few other people the shit says "Playa" it's actually sharpie my manager drew on me, it's like the gayest thing ever if it said anything else but it's great for subcommunication.

Through the night we saw maybe about 4 fights in the street outside of the party, junior and gio were pretty good at ignoring all the commotion, but I had to see what it was all about, so I roll to the side walk and it's pretty lame just people aching to see a fight, as I'm rolling back into the party I hear a drunken mess shout out my name "ADDDAAAMM?! AAADDDAAAAM!" and who else could it be but good ol' 40 ounce drinking brutal Davey Jones. Now Davey and I go way back, but it was good here was there because who was he with?...Sindy. Now Sindy has only recently become like the hottest thing around, she'll shit test you to the moon and that's what she did with me, I know she's way more attracted to me since I pretty much won over all of her friends and the attention was on me. I also saw Raz there which was cool, he was really drunk and was badgering me about my middle name like the time of my 18th birthday party where I was trying to make out with my high school crush but finally had the game to get that to happen. I told him the middle name was Emerson and people loved it. While with them I see this girl dancing right next me, TOTAL fucking hottie, I know her...Allison, I told her if she knew Danny K, and how he was a photographer and I had seen her pics, she asked what I thought of her body and I didn't wanna come off AFC my response.."eh, it was pretty cool" haha she was haaaammered though and right about as I was going to say "you know what is so much fun when your drunk.." she stammered off and yelled some obsceneties and someone and left, I didn't see her again that night. I pretty much opened everyone in Sindys group and they loved me, can't wait to see her at another party and really up the social proof.

Junior hits me up in the midst of the action and says they need me to go with them on a beer run, so we goto circle k a few blocks away and come up with two yes two 18 packs of natural lite and I quote Gio on this one "Shits like beer crack for alcoholics" haha they were whinning for the longest time in the car about it but once they tried it and it's inexpensive awesomeness it won them over no doubt. While at the circle K I had to pee so effing bad, I asked the lady and she says I have to go to the dennys way across the street I said "fuck that" and the whole store started laughing haha, and right after I asked my wing puts the 2 cases on the counter to pay for them and she says "wow, you boys must be thirsty..", trust me...Gio is always thirsty haha.

So I had like 4 beers in my pockets and we roll in there and it's totally dying, people have left and there was still 2 fights there were left to happen, so I hand out beer and it's total social proof AAAGAIN, I meet some more people there and honestly it was getting late, it was around 1:30 AM and it was mostly just a cock farm who were just picking fights. So I say to my wing dude lets roll outta here it's getting boring, as were rolling out someone catchs up to me..it's that girl who I gave a beer to earlier on in the night and shes like hey peter pan! I remember your real name and I was like okay what was it, and she gets it right after thinking about it for a little bit and then she tries to guess my wings nick name "huckleberry fin" and she takes forever to think about it so I say "omg see this why I broke up with you, you can't remember my friends names!" she eats up and I see the gleam in her eyes I totally wanna make out with her even though shes got 4 big dudes on the other side of the street calling her to drive them home, so I say where's your car lets walk that way our cars down there too, so were talking and walking, and she gives me a hug and I point to the cheeck and say "kiss good bye." and she says "hmmm I dunno..." I keep pointing to it for about 3 seconds and she does it, she says "well only cause your such a cutie" and I say "Shyea I know..." she turns to leave and comes straight back to me and says "you know what wait, lemme get your number", I grab her and smell her hair and tell her the number, and leave her with this "you've got something in your ear" I stick my finger in there and say "oh woops its just my finger" haha my wing and I both agreed that went very well, espicially since she had 4 guys waiting for her in her car. We also agreed I could've made out with her, but maybe next time!

We get to my house and we kinda recap about the night and as my wing is about to leave I get a text from her even though I was pretty sure that was the last time I'd see her considering that girls just collect numbers and never even call back. We text back and forth but I was so buzzed all I wanted to say is "your beautiful, I want to fuck you so bad, come over to my house so I can smash" so I threw the phone somewhere near the desk floor so I wouldn't hear the messages going off in the night and I went to bed. Of course I brushed my teeth and THEN went to bed, personal hygene is a must.

-Adam J.P.

P.S. - My wing is getting mad social value down here by me telling everyone that he's slept with 15 asian girls and 25 in total, and then he goes into the story about how he got caught by the asian dad under a box.

I was very stifled. I have been lately on Thursdays, I think its because I have been listening allot to Tyler speak on inner game and psychology which I find fascinating but tends to get in my head. I did not approach once last night, I just didn't feel like it, call it AA or laziness I just was very bleh. When I'm in state this does not happen. I have no fear. I jump into set after set and I'm on. Still it was Thursday what like to call Experimentation Day or Fuck Up Day, were everything can go wrong its allowed hell its encouraged.

Yesterday could have been seen as chode by my part due to my lack of opening but I learned allot. I observed Jason's first set in the night and man I read her like a book! I could tell she was into him due to her body language and facials expression. She kept leaning in to talk to him, getting her face very close. She laughed and smiled but I could also tell something else. I could tell she was waiting for him to escalate the set. He kept doing the purposeless hand of doom by just touching her shoulder whenever she kino touched her. I saw the interaction start very strong and then I saw her face change and it was like she screamed “This guy wont touch me! Hes a pussy” Not that Raven's a pussy, because he is far from it but he showed lack of intent.

The set soon ended afterwards.

Our other set proved to be the most educational. Raven opened a “throw away” two set of two women who he found unattractive. Well it hooks and I wing him, quite naturally frankly. Our winging dynamic is getting pretty good we dont use the stupid “have your seen Michele?” line or the “whos the good girl” crap, I usually go up to him and ask him if he wants a drink while hes in set (something ANYONE would do) and he brings me in, with his body language he indicates to me who his target is.

I'm getting distracted from my lesson. Heres what happened. My girl in the set at first was a little resistant to me. It seemed at first like she didn't want to talk, so i kept talking making jokes (very low key mind you) and little by little she opened up. Next thing I know, I learned that one of her x's is now a porn star, her other x is a Mexican who is in jail, she was from LA and move here, she likes pickles and stripper name would be Princess Mckingly. All through out this i kept trying to kino but the closer i got to her the more she would move away. It was funny, it was like we were doing a dance.

Now if it wasn't for Jason I would have ejected from that set once I started getting kino resistance but heres the funny thing. I decided to just be myself, I made her laugh,we talked and when we merged back with Jasons set, we even did some role playing. We kept getting divorced, married, and wound up as fuck buddies. By plowing I was changing the course of the interaction, I even got offered a drink by her. Toward the end I number closed and realized why I had such a hard time with her.

She was hurt before, her x boyfriend now in jail a two year relationship down the drain. To face the possibility of going down that road again had left her paranoid. She liked me, both Jason and I could tell but she was scared and tried to dissuade me. To which I disregarded her protests of being older than me. I finally looked her dead in the eye and said “I just want to enjoy your company”. I got the number and gave her a kiss on both cheeks and I felt a sexual energy when I did that, I was gentle and touched her face as I kissed her cheeks and squeezed her arm good bye.

Its interactions like this that make me love the game. When you learn something in your set and grow as a person. When you make a real connection with someone and all the bullshit and games just fall away.

This is why I hate routines. Routines is all about pushing buttons and manipulation. Its all about acting one way and meaning something else. Those PUA's who get good at routines are just button pushers. Do they have real connections with women? Maybe but not after a bit of time.

Newbies also get fucked by routines. I cant tell you how many interactions I screwed up because I was worried what my action would say, all my interactions had a vibe of us vs them. Just last week a member on the forum was talking about how he said no to a date with a woman who's company he truly enjoyed to go out with one who he didn't know because he didn't want to seem to eager to spend time with the girl who he had an interest in. He didn't want to loose value in her eyes so he said no. Then it blew up in his face when he saw her that night holding hands with another guy.

Another PUA I know waved over a girl he liked at a bar, she smiled and waved him over. For about a minute they had a battle of who should come over before she just turned her back to him to talk to her friends. I then told him he should go over to talk to her (because she clearly liked him) he told me he couldn't because if he went over then it would look like he was to eager because he lost the waving over battle.

I looked at him like he was an idiot, walked over tapped the girl and said

“Have you met my friend? OMG! You have to meet this guy hes so cool”

I dragged her over to him and introduced them

DONE!

Heres my point, guys if you like something then fucking go for it. Stop giving a crap if you “look needy” or “show to much interest” just go over and take what you want. If I like a girl and she doesn't respond to my phone calls, Ill text her if that doesn't work ill e-mail her and then ill start the whole process again. I don't care if she tells me to fuck off at least I know I pushed it and went for what I wanted. The only way your needy is if you look at the girl as being above you, if you say this woman is out of my league, she has more value than me, ect. Thats fucking needy but if you honestly like the woman and know that no matter what type of reaction you have whether she squeals for joy at your voice or tells you to fuck off, your mood stays the same because deep down you know that tomorrow is another day filled with women who are equally cool if not more so than this girl.

Thats the abundance mentality. Abundance mentality doesn't sound like “I'm the shit! I banged 5 girls! Fuck this bitch! Shes missing out yo!”. No it sounds like this “Girls come and go, if this one leaves then she leaves but there will always be another to take her place”

To be honest guys I thought I would have a chode night, I was not approaching, I was a chode in front of Alex (should have treated him like any other guy but still have that bad habit of giving instructors more value), was getting weird looks. Then as the night progressed I just started letting go, almost made out with a very hot Russian cougar but she had her own drama going on and her orbiter came in and I honestly thought I was going to see an actually fist fight between them.

One True Matt, Raven and I were just laid back enjoying the Jerry Springer episode unfold in front of us. When they left to make their drama mobile. I opened a hot cougar and her friend. I was kinoing like crazy. Raven came in and locked into my target but I didn't care so i pawned her off on him while i sarged the friend, turns out the girl was a lesbian but luckily lesbians are Warlocks best friends and we were chilling just hanging out and cracking jokes.

Raven makes out with his target when suddenly midget HB cougar interrupts him makes a joke and his target leaves cracking up. Raven and I chilled and start busting on this girl. At this point something weird happens, I just get sexual. I'm not horny or needy but I'm talking about sex LIKE ITS NOT A BIG DEAL in fact like its funny. Suddenly were telling this girl she wants to have a Asian and Latino sandwich. I kind of ignore her to tell Jason how it really sucks when a woman doesn't know how to kiss.

"Why are you a good kisser?" she asks.

I nod and give her a "what are you stupid? of course" look

"Let me show you"

I grab her by the back of the head.

BOOM MASSIVE MAKE OUT!

She says im a good kisser, I shrug, she tells me shes married, shows me the ring. I shrug and tell her that she kisses like a married woman. She asks me what that means I tell her that she kisses like she wants more. She laughs and asks what else i could tell from her kiss. I call her a slow burn, that she starts out all sweet in bed and then suddenly the claws come out out and I imitate a lion and roar and I act like the guy in her bed scream "OH MY GOD! JESUS CHRIST" Then proceed to act out being attacked by her.

She almost pees herself laughing.

But she leaves because she has ADD.

And thats great, I'm on a high. Last set of the night. I didn't think I would have had such an experience but I plowed, I pushed my comfort zone, I would have stayed and sarged but sadly it was time to put on my glasses and become Clark Kent but you know what? Once that bell rings and we clock out my duty calls.

This is a bad idea to have, game tends to evolve naturally for me over time. Even the best in this took months or years to get to true mastery. I tend to see guys like Fred and Rudey who took boot camps and suddenly are pulling and get angry at myself for not being better. But lets be honest each of them can tell me a million reasons why they evolved and it had nothing to do with a magic pill or new trick or line.

Its all about pushing your comfort zone. How bad do you want it? Can you go through the pain of being in a set where the women clearly don't want you there? Can you not flinch when a woman tells you fuck off? When set after set gives you the Quasimodo face? Can you go up to a 10 and start a conversation? Can you stay unaffected?

I learned this the hard way with Joe D's boot camp. I threw a pity party for myself, I had Joe ream me out at the bar, I had women look at me with disgust and men laugh or ignore me. I wanted to cry, I wanted to run away, I wanted to go back to the days of cinemax porn and video games.

But I got up the next day and went back out there. And you cant really ask for more.

Every time I go out, I expect to push myself and jump into the waters of social pressure. The problem is that I am my worst critic and always fall short of my goals.

Last night...

1)I opened a 2 set, which required me to keep two women engaged, defend myself against shit test galore, a mother hen and actually had a girl stay and talk to me effectively squashing a pull away. So think about that for a minute, I had such high value that a woman ignored her friends who were trying to pull her away. Of course she still left because I didn't stack forward, but thats a first!

2)I had a woman by me a drink...another first

3)I actually opened a 9, made her laugh and reopened her a little later on

4)I went direct with a woman

5)I was never blown out with any approach. I just ejected because the energy fizzled out due to me not being in state and not escalating

Oh and I did not use one magic trick.

These are all things I have never done before or positive things. But yet I wanted to do more. I wanted to go sexual, I wanted to pull, I wanted to kiss, to dominate, to have my sexual intent to be felt, etc. I am not satisfied, I always want more which is my drive. Question is, is this a merit of mine or a flaw? I guess it depends on how I feel at the end of the night.

I honestly don't know why they make such a big deal. I mean the place is tiny as hell, over priced and has crappy music. The only reason Raven and I even try to go in is that we like it as a warm up spot because its usually has some very high quality targets and there seems to be very little PUA's (growing problem in the club scene).

We hit Plunge and did some sets. It took us a little while to warm up but I noticed a few things.

1) Women are really starting to notice me or maybe I am finally noticing that women are noticing me. Quite a few women were giving me warm smiles. I even opened one or two and they were very warm to me.

2) AA is not completely gone but thankfully its nothing like it used to be and once I get a few sets under my best its completely gone. Also my early sets hook but I tend to let them fizzle art early in the night if I haven't warmed up.

3) Once again my theory about the less attractive girl the more of a chip she has on her shoulder and harder she is to sarge. We got a snarky blow out from the chodier of a two set. We are also noticing how chody girls act in a club, they hold their drinks up their chests, stare at each other waiting for guys to approach, look at the ground nervously, have trust issues when you compliment them, etc.

My plan for that night was to try to be myself in set, Although its not like a completely different personality in set, I do tend to fall into dancing monkey magic comedian guy. So I wanted to do something Fred recommended and be a bit more real. I think I completely failed at that because once again In found myself doing the secret handshake and wound up testing a new magic trick I call it:

The Flaming Heart of Desire.

Its a flashy piece literally, I use fire and its very cool. But its going to go lame the minute I get bored doing it. Once again I cant depend on tricks to get through my set, its a crutch and I'm really not capitalizing it correctly.

Anyway after I do this, a PUA comes up to me while I am in heavy kino with my target, at first it was working out we started doing role play. She was into it (although I will never forgive myself for not doing the whole marriage rpg) but then this dude tells me that hes been in magic for 2 years. I was like cool then he goes and says "Oh let me guess you got into after you read THE GAME" and he said with emphasis on it then turned and left.

This girl got pretty weirded out, luckily I defused it but it almost wrecked my set. But I busted my set when I started a joke about how Raven and I met in prison. It started out funny but I took it dark and in the middle of the stupid joke I thought "Oh no I'm about to fuck myself over here". Wow what a break in the vibe.

I'll go into the very funny about what happened to Raven and I when we met Matadors "BFF" in another post.  But for now I want to talk about what I learned that night.

Heres the deal guys. I'm a good looking guy. I'm not bragging or trying to be funny, I'm serious when I say this. It took me a long as time to realize I was cute and people had told me I was a good looking guy in a matter of fact way but I never really bought it. But last night I just realized I'm a handsome guy. Women dig my look they want to fuck me, I just keep fucking it up. All I have to do is stop doing the things that screw me up and I should be good.

Everybody thinks being handsome means that women constantly throw themselves at you. Well that only happens if you believe you are handsome. A negative mentality about your looks can seriously hamper for enjoying those rock star looks. I think looks are really 20% physical appearance and 80% mental confidence. Well right now I feel I'm 40% physical and 60% mental confidence.  The numbers are going up guys.

Her: LOL it better not be naughty but im ready! GO!

Me: What color socks are you wearing? ;-P

Her: LOL white. I can take a pic of them for you ;-)

Me: Oh baby your turning me on

Her: Maybe tim ill wear some striped ones for u

Me: Stop it! Dont say it if you dont mean it, dont play with my emotions

Her: And then the following day, a sheer nude pair. u like that baby?

Me: Oh dady like, dady like

Her: LOL u's a fool, hows your day flowing?

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Much better than last time, special thanks to Rudey for the tip. Man got to keep that sexual intent flowing, im getting better at it, but I shouldnt make it a joke.

I wanted to go out guns blazing on Thursday but I found myself not in state last night and even though all my sets hooked last night, I did spend the early part of the night choding out a bit. I want to do like 30 approaches like they do in boot camp and really push my comfort levels, but I find myself only doing small baby steps which is fine but I guess I'm stugeling between my fear and gun ho mentality which creates a small back lash.

I do consider Experimentation Day a success, I made a point of speaking to 8's and up. I pushed Raven into a set of Australian models. He had said he wanted to approach hot women and then tried to convince me to pass up the 9's to go for 7's. I looked at him dead serious and told him he was not going to open those 9's that I would not allow him to open the 7's. Well he did and wow those girls were smoking and the sweetest girls in the world. I want a Aussie girlfriend now ;)

We wound up getting their face book because it would have been a waste to get their number and we failed to befriend the male friend who pulled them away from us and bounced them out of budah bar. Immediately afterwards we turned and opened a two set of  7's who started throwing shit tests galore at us, one kept telling me I was gay and I started acting all flamboyant because I actually thought she was kidding then I realized she was tooling me and I looked at Raven and gave him the code of "these girls are giving us shit tests because their not very hot, lame" so we ejected.

We then hit Plunge for the rest of the night where we did a few more approaches but then got sidetracked talking to other PUA's. I really need to put my foot down and just sarge instead of being polite and continuing the conversation as the hot sets walk past me. I wound up opening a very hot Ukrainian model and made her laugh so much I got her number. Shes a bit of a bimbo to be honest with you which is a turn off but I might call her. I also strangely enough bumped into Sandra Oh from Grey's Anatomy.

Only in New York right? I know I said keep your value but fucking a! I couldn't go up and talk to her, which shows my flaws in my inner game i need to work on. I was star stuck. I'm lucky I didn't find her attractive and never did because i probably would been freaking out.

Things I have learned from experimentation day

1) Girls who rate an 8 and up are really easier to open and possibly close. They don't give you shit tests as much or tool you. As long as your not intimidated by them and don't be a slime ball then you should be good.

2) Girls who rate bellow an 8 tend to be more insecure and give allot of shit tests. They tend to be a bit too try hard in always saying "I'm hot! Really I'm hot! Do you see?" This is something that can really be exploited. I think I'm going to start playing around with maybe being brutally honest like saying something like "Seriously why are you so insecure?" after they throw another shit test at me.

3) Women are really starting to form paterns. I'm starting to see that they can be categorized Ill probably be posting my thoughts a bit more on that.

4) I am seriously going to start weeding out the magic tricks from my game. Its so fucking lame. I really only use it when I seriously run out of things to say in set. Its like my desperate attempt to break glass in case of emergency bit. And its so trying for rapport it makes me sick.

5) I am not getting into state lately, this is because I am focusing on what the result of a set would be and I am thinking a bit to take as much information in as possible. Not that I fear blow outs, in fact i welcome them its just that I only get into state when I truly don't care if a set goes good or bad. Right now I actually care about the result due to curiosity I have decided to make Saturday of my sarge The Day Of The Ultimate Nullifier! So what is the Ultimate Nuliffier? Its when you truly don't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks of you. It nullifies AA, outcome dependency, EVERYTHING. Basically its a fancy word for saying your having a good time with your buds and meeting women.