LR: Halloween F-close

On Saturday I dressed up as Joker and went to a club I found on the TONY site that said there was a Halloween party. Upon entering, I saw a girl dressed up as Harley Quinn, so I went straight up to her and treated her as my girlfriend, “Harley!!!” and hugged her. We chatted some, touched her arms here and there, and proceeded to the rest of the club. I went to various people, asking them what their costumes were, repeating questions others asked me (“How did you find out about this place?”), and opened a bunch of sets, just trying to gather social proof.

After a while I got bored of the people there, so I decided to check out the other Halloween-themed club. On my way out I ran into Harley, hugged her, chatted a little bit. A guy on his way out asked her for her number, she gave it to him right away. I was a bit disappointed, thinking she’s not a challenge, but hey, I’ve got to start somewhere. I didn’t want to ask her for her number right away, not after she just gave her number to another guy, so we chatted a few more minutes. I told her I have to meet up with a friend, she said, “Oh, you’re leaving?” I told her I might come back later, but there’s this awesome party next week, you should come, and she offers her number to me. I tell her I’ll text her the place later, kiss her cheeks good bye and leave.

I walk around for a while, looking for the other club but eventually realize that it is packed, even more so than the earlier one. Plus if I go here I will start with zero social proof, so I walk around some more (so I don’t seem like I just walked out and back in), opening some sets outside, and go back into the first club.

I ran into Harley several times, each time I yelled, “Harley!!!!” and gave her a hug, chatting a little here and there. I introduced her to some people I had just met, introducing her as my girlfriend sometimes, and after a while the dance floor was getting busy so I grabbed her to the dance floor. I did not really ask, I just said, “Let’s dance.”

At first our dancing was pretty tame, but as she was grinding up against me I started moving my hands up and down her sides (side of boobs down to outer thighs), spanking her if she bent over. At some points I was moving my hands down her sides and she lightly grabbed my hands and slide them from her belly up to right below her breasts, so I started feeling them up, feeling her slightly hard nipples. In between dances we walked around a bit, either to get drinks or to check up on her brother. Whenever we got back, things got raunchier. We started dancing up close, our faces right at each other, so I started kissing her. Actually the kissing happened pretty early on, it seemed like the perfect time to do so, since it would be weird for her to just leave the dance floor and the heavy music set a good, intoxicating mood. We kissed several times, each time we would kiss for a few seconds and she would back off, putting a finger to my lips as though to slow me down. Each time I played it cool, continuing to dance as though I had already gotten what I wanted, until we were face to face again. Eventually we went from simple kissing to kissing with tongue, and at that point I was groping her breasts while she was giving me a clumsy hand job (through the pants) right on the dance floor.

When we walked around I held her hands at first, then intertwined our fingers. At first she led me by the hand during breaks, but after a while I just let her do her own thing and I socialized with other girls or whatever. I made sure to introduce her to whomever I was speaking to, to let her know I knew everyone in the bar. At one point she started talking to her brother, so I just walked away to an empty spot at the bar and ordered a water. I turned away from the bar and started chatting with the girls next to me. Harley came by and I introduced Harley as my girlfriend to the other two. The three chatted a bit, then I grabbed Harley and said, “Let’s go,” and headed to the dance floor. As we were going there, she asked, “Was that your girlfriend?” I said, “No, no, you know Harley’s my girl!” Not sure if that miscommunication improved things between us, but we went ahead and danced.

I made it a policy that I do not buy girls drinks, but one time we were going to the bar and she asked me what I was having, I told her PBR, I asked her, she said PBR, so I ordered two. Okay, fine, that wasn’t so bad, so I bought the round. Next time, somehow through (deliberate?) miscommunication, she said, “I don’t know if I deserve a beer,” and I assured her it was fine. I wound up going to the bar alone, while she said, “I’ll wait here.” As I was walking to the bar, I felt pissed, like I was being used for beer, so instead of buying two beers, I just bought one. And it wasn’t for her, it was for me. So I got the beer, walked back up to her, opened the beer, took a sip, and offered her some. Throughout the night that beer was in my hand, though it either demonstrated that it was my beer or that I was her beer holder.

At one point Harley said she had to leave, so I let her. I continued to dance a little, waiting until she left to move around the bar so that I wouldn’t look like I was following her out, peeking occasionally and damn it, she was still there, talking to her brother. I continued to dance and eventually she came back and said her brother wanted to leave at 2, so we danced some more.

Time was short, so after a brief dance I said, “I’m hungry, let’s get some food. I know a great place for burgers, you ever been to Pop Burger?” She said no, so I led her by the hand out, past her brother, and started hailing a cab. She got a little nervous, asked where it was, I said, “14th and 9th”. We hailed a cab, she got in, she called her brother to assure him that we’re just getting some food, backwards rationalizing to him that he was busy with his girls and that she got hungry and told him the location.

At this point she had grabbed my cock, placed my hands at her boobs, kissed me with tongue, and argued several times with her brother that yes, she will be fine, she’s just going to 14th and 9th for food. I further fanned the flames, saying that her brother seemed fine with those two girls, and that he is welcome to join us, and that it’s just burgers. I knew that she was attracted to me, to say the least, so it was time for some qualification and comfort. I started qualifying her here and there, asking what she read, relating what she’s been reading to what I’ve been forced to read in class, telling some antics, sharing stories about cartoons we miss, et cetera. I usually have a good time with girls once they feel comfortable with me. Usually I skip the attraction phase and jump right into the friend zone, though. Not this time!

Throughout the night, Harley tells me that I’m so cool. I ask her, what do you mean? She says, I don’t know, you’re just so cool. Somehow the question of whether we’re having fun that night comes up, she says, “Yeah, I had a good time, met a great guy…”

We got there, I ordered my food, sat down, she ordered hers (I didn’t want to pay for any more of her food). She sat across from me, so I started pointing at the people behind her and commenting about their costumes. I told her she should sit here so she could see what’s going on in the windows behind her, I do that all the time. So she moved around and sat next to me. We chatted, made some jokes about people’s costumes, and finished our food.

She didn’t want to get a cab, she said it was expensive, so we went down to the subway despite my insistence on taking a cab. We talked some more, I found out that she was going to be taking the E and then the G. We waited a long time for the train, and finally the A came. I told her, “The E is never going to come, we’ve waited so long and only got the A. And the G, forget about it.” She assures me that it’s okay, that she does this all the time, I tell her that I don’t feel comfortable with her taking the G alone, I’ve heard too many stories. So I grab her hand and say, “Let’s go.” and lead her out of the subway.

Once outside, it was a bit cold, so I asked her if she were cold, which she said a little, and I gave her my jacket. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have even asked, she might have said, “No.” We finally got a cab and we head to my place, reasoning that I would drive her back home once we got back to my place. She was playing around with the TV in the cab, I placed my index and middle fingers under her chin and pulled her toward me and kissed her. We stopped kissing, she eventually fell asleep in my arms.

We arrived at my place, I had the excuse ready that I needed to grab my car keys or that I needed to use the bathroom, but luckily she just went in. She also said she needed to use the bathroom, so while she was in there I quickly hid my ex’s bra and cleaned up various stuff, made the bed, switched to more romantic lighting, and sat on my bed with my laptop, away from the door, with a cute website on the screen in case she wanted to see it or surf the web, so she didn’t think I was just waiting for her to get out.

My mind is racing, trying to think of how to make her stay, (maybe I should offer a massage next time) but she asks me for a pair of shorts, which I give her. She then saves me the trouble and says that she needs to think of an excuse to give her brother for not going home, who at this point is waiting for her at home. Yes!

She needs to get out of her costume and into the shorts, so instead of being a voyeur, I tell her I need to get ready and let her familiarize with the room, have some privacy, whatever. Doesn’t matter, she’s already staying over, and I didn’t even have to ask. I don’t need to try to convince her anymore, so I just go to the bathroom. I wash off my makeup and take off my wig while quickly rinsing my mouth with mouthwash (faster and more effective than brushing), and come out.

Throughout the night, she’s been asking me if my hair was real. I think she was trying to figure out if she really wants to date/fuck a guy who has long, fluffy, green hair. I come out and reveal my short, black hair, and she says I look so different, my hair is so much shorter. I am momentarily taken aback, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but either way I go to bed and turn off the lights. At that point she waiting for me, under covers, with only a bra and my shorts on.

I lie down, she holds me with her head on my shoulders. This won’t do, I thought, but since she was lying on me I had free access to her bra buckle, which I quickly undid. I then sat up slightly and rolled on her, so she was on her back. I removed her bra, while kissing her. She stops me and asks me for some music. I think quickly, and the first thing I thought of was my laptop. Unfortunately, I tell her, I deleted all my music to make room. (Next time, have some nice music prepared!) After recovering from seeing the Unix command line, she says it’s okay, and we continue.

At first she didn’t let me take off the shorts, so I continued to work on her neck and breasts. After a few tries she pushes me away, gets my dick through the hole in my boxers, and starts giving me a blowjob. I was in an uncomfortable position but didn’t want her to stop, but after a few minutes I pulled away, took off my boxers, and lied down. She continued to work on my dick, this time including my balls for some fun, and after a long while I was getting close to coming so I stopped her. By this time I’m sure she was so into the sex there was no way she wouldn’t let me take off her shorts, which she didn’t. Then I started eating her out while she continued giving me a hand job. After a few strong reactions (not sure if they were orgasms) she pulls my head up and I kiss her. I lean over to get a condom and proceed to fuck her.

The next morning was rather awkward. I didn’t want to get up before she did so I just stayed in bed, holding her until she woke up. Then we chatted a little about what she needs to do, whether she should get up or not, etc. Eventually we got up, I walked her to the train station as we chatted some more, but I wasn’t as intimate, didn’t really hold her hand or anything. On the train right before my stop I put my hand on her thigh, kissed her on the cheek, and told her I had fun last night, and said my good bye. She told me to call her later.

By the way, the weekend before was my first BC. If it weren’t for the BC I took the week prior, I wouldn’t have known what to do really early on. Thanks guys!

Love Systems Bootcamp Review Part 2

Day 2:
Each student debriefed himself, explaining what happened last night and received some suggestions from Mr. M. Mr. M was direct: he pointed right at me and told me I needed to work on my style. I was crestfallen, but it was definitely good advice. More on that later.

Mr. M introduced himself as an example of how TMM can work for anyone: “Look at me. I’m a short, ugly Asian guy.” I wouldn’t call him ugly, but for all those guys with hangups about their height, looks, or race, Mr. M is proof that all these factors can be overcome. Did I mention that he tailors his game exclusively toward 9s and 10s, and has never failed a Day 2 close?

Mr. M starts talking about different ways to transition, isolation techniques. He then goes into depth about attraction, explaining what is attractive, DHV stories to tell, and causing emotional spikes in a girl.

During the break, Scott comes over to address my style issue and gives me a list of stores exclusively in LA. (It’s the effort that counts, right? =) Some other students chime in about stores in SoHo, which I take note of.

Class resumes. Mr. M goes over ways to be fun and interesting, cold reads, important frames to establish, social proof, how to react to things she says and does, kino was explained in depth… there’s just too much to list. Day 2 was an tanker of information landing on my brain, and then Braddock happened.

Let me explain what Mr. M explained to us about Braddock. Braddock is ADD, and it shows. However, he is the fastest routine generating machine I can imagine. Braddock comes in, and starts explaining how to tease and push/pull girls. Then he goes into some examples… and more… and more… and… my hand nearly breaks trying to write down some of these AWESOME routines he just came up with the night before! I swear, it’s like trying to chase a roller coaster. I managed to capture a fraction of what he said, only three pages.

Mr. M takes over again, and goes into qualification. He goes into depth about emotional connections, questions to ask to have the girl qualify to your standards, hoop theory, topics to discuss and to qualify a girl with, bait/hook/reel/release, and stuff to say near the end of qualification , as you are getting into comfort .

I left class with information overflowing from my brain. I was exhausted and needed a break.

Break 2:
During the break I went to work on my style. I went to a store in SoHo and asked two girls from the dressing room to help me pick out clubbing clothes. At first they just picked out about 15 pairs of jeans for me to try on. I settled on two pairs that I liked out of the bunch, and they went off to get t-shirts for me, then shirts, then a tie, each time getting more and more excited with the progress they were making with me. The girls were having so much playing dress-up with me that other guys wanted to get in on the action. After trying to hit on the girls with cheesy lines, they were promptly shut down with, “Sorry, I’ve got to go back to work.” Then the girls ran straight to my dressing room and squealed excitedly, “Try this! Try this!”

At the end, the girls covered their mouths in awe, “You look like a totally different person! You look so good!” The reaction the girls were giving me boosted my ego immensely, and I was ready for anything that night.

Night 2:
Since I didn’t open as much as I wanted to in Night 1, I was determined to make as much progress with my opening as possible. As I met each student and instructor, every one of them complimented my new threads. I literally felt like a new man, like I owned the place. It was a great feeling, and I opened like a madman that night, without being blown out once.

I worked with four instructors at different times that night, each one telling me what to do and how to overcome what happened in my last set. Braddock, Scott, Sheriff, and Big Business each gave their advice and winged me on certain sets.

A funny thing happened that night. A guy saw me open these two girls, came over, and opened me: “Are you a natural? I saw you talking to those girls over there, you’ve got game, man!”. I had never been in this situation before, and when I am in unfamiliar situations my natural instinct is to lie. I denied knowing anything about nature, girls, and games. It turns out he was a self-proclaimed “keyboard jockey” in a competing company’s community. That is not the best way to introduce yourself. So we ignored him until he went away.

We were debriefed, a some advice on how to proceed from here were given to me, and the night was over. I felt great.

Love Systems Bootcamp Review Part 1

I had heard the phrase, “Practice makes permanent,” and took it to heart. So instead of trying to absorb as much material as I could before the boot camp, I tried to forget as much material as I could before the boot camp. This way, I could build knowledge from a solid foundation from the masters (so the theory goes, anyway).

Whether this strategy improved my game or not, I don’t know. I did, however, improve a shitload from when I first entered the room. This post is to meant to demonstrate that whether you prepare for the boot camp or not, you WILL be a changed person.

Day 1:
Sheriff asked some obvious questions with some obvious answers, or so we think. He then demonstrates and explains how some of our natural instinct is wrong when it comes to social interactions. He goes through a quick outline of the course, talks about different types of openers and when and how to use them. Several live demonstrations of body language, positioning yourself, locking into a set, and others are performed throughout, which makes what is being demonstrated extremely clear.

We separate into groups of four and practice opening each other, which was a unnerving even with just a bunch of guys. After each attempt Sheriff stops us and tells us what to improve upon. (“Speak too slow and too loud.” “Okay, a little faster and that’s perfect.”) I was still green, but at least I was given constructive criticism by the instructor instead of just shut down by girls.

Toward the end we created a cheat sheet to help us through the night, for those of us who get further than the material that was taught today.

Night 1:
Scott sends me to a tightly knit 3-set who blows me off immediately. Surprisingly, I felt nothing. I was not relieved, I was not destroyed, I was just a bit disappointed that it was over so soon. Of course, it helped that Scott chose a group that I was uninterested in in the first place, thereby lessening the impact. Scott tries to open the group but gets shut down as well, although not as quickly as I did. We learn that the group had already been opened with the very line we used, so Scott comes up with a plan: keep using the same opener, to see what happens! He sends another student to open with that same line, he stays in there slightly longer than me. He sends a third student to open, and this time he stays quite a long time! As we watch the girls’ reactions, Scott explains how this ridiculous scenario is slowly opening up the girls.

I open and wing a few sets (winging is so easy!), until I wing Scott for a 2-set and find myself isolated with this hot girl for about 45 minutes. We kept talking, the girl was clearly interested in me, but I had not memorized all the material yet (yes, maybe at this point preparing for the boot camp would have been useful) so I just kept talking and talking. Scott eventually finds me, DHVs me a bit, and leaves with, “I’m going to look for my friend Kino. I’ll be back in two minutes, after I find Kino. Remember, Kino.”

At that stage I had no idea how to kino, so I fumbled a little touching of her elbow at various points, but eventually decided to stop trying to drag this conversation on and ejected, much to everyone’s dismay. (“What happened? She was so into you!”) Yes, I could have continued the talking for quite a while, but I was getting bored which probably meant she was as well.

I was a bit disappointed that I had spent all that time with this girl, since I really wanted to work on my opening some more. The other instructors who saw me assured me that it was a good thing that I was able to stay in set for so long, but since I wanted to improve they said they would assure that I open a ton the second night.

Unfortunately I have to sleep now, so Day 2 will have to wait.