I met up with Martyr. We hadn’t gone out together for a while. We went to our usual xyz spot, which had a Halloween theme going. AA. Damn our symbiotic relationship!
I saw two girls, went purely situational. Drink story. It hooked, but I felt that there was some preexisting relationship between the guys and the girls, even though the girls said they only knew each other. Strange. Anyway, he AMOGs me by telling a similar story. Martyr came in to wing me. I didn’t really care for either girl, perhaps that showed. I just wanted to push myself to open to be social and warm up. I was consciously touching her shoulder, but not much more. In retrospect perhaps I should have upped the kino. I was really nervous, though. Martyr noted that my hands were waving around all over.
Went to another bar, still had AA. Didn’t see anything.
Went to a lounge. Walked around for a bit, didn’t see anything. Finally decided to approach a girl, horse girl. She asked where I was from, I told her to guess. She didn’t. I told her, she said she’s from Jersey. I teased her for being a Jersey girl, then went into reckon yonder. Kinoed, but I felt attraction waning. I’m fairly certain I did my drink story at some point. Anyway, I was running out of steam but they decided to go get a drink after a while. Oh well.
On the street, I saw a girl hailing a cab. Horse girl, walked away while I was in the middle of it.
Martyr and I passed by three girls trying to cross the street. I went back, horse girled them while they were still waiting for the light. As soon as the light changed, they started walking. I walked with them a little bit, but they evaded me. In retrospect I could have tried the Rodman technique to block them, but Martyr doubted that I could block all three.
Back at our usual spot, we were just chatting when I heard my name. Goth girl #1! She said she had to catch her train, but that we’d catch up after Halloween.
We went to a bar. On our way in, I saw two girls trying to get in, but were held up by the bouncer. One was tall and really cute, even with her mask on. Martyr and I got in first. I waited until they were going into the bar, then horse girl. The tall girl was courteous, the shorter not so courteous, but didn’t pull her friend away. I was able to finish horse girl but soon after they backturned me.
We went to a bar near my place. Mostly I was showing him the bar, I didn’t really see much there. We left.
On the street I spotted a girl crossing the street and walking toward us. Rodman technique, horse girl, rotate to 90 degrees. She denied that she was the horse girl, but she was still playing along, and seemed hesitant to leave. Drink story, kino. I tried to transition into smart tests, “You’re cute. But are you smart?”, to which she responded, “No, but I have a boyfriend.” I told her about my eight girlfriends, but she caught me off-guard by saying something about a ninth girlfriend. I should not have left, she was interested, but I pretty nervous and the whole boyfriend thing was in the back of my mind. Anyway I let her go, and she mentioned something else about the horse girl forgiving me.
We saw two girls pass us from behind, who looked really cute from behind. It turned out they were going to the same bar we were, but the shorter one was on the phone. Good, the taller one was much hotter anyway. Horse girl, not her, they walk away from me.
For the majority of the night, except for the one who had a boyfriend, I had forgotten to embody the spirit of the bully. I need to remember to do that!
On the subway, I took a seat that would see everyone who entered the car, in case any hot girls entered. Of course, a tall Russian girl came strutting in and sat with her back to me.
I wasn’t in top form. I just came back from work, my hair was a mess, I was still in my work outfit, my breath stank. Still, that shouldn’t stop me. I chewed some gum, put away my headphones, and walked to her seat.
I sat perpendicular to her, horse girl. She laughed, said it wasn’t her. She stood up to get out of the train, I followed her. Drink story, she found it amusing but it wasn’t a huge attraction builder. She transferred to another train, I followed her in again. She took an empty seat with no seats next to her. I continued chatting with her a little, but she took out a book and said she’s sorry, but she had to study. I took the hint, took a seat elsewhere, and did my thing.
The point where I became creepy was probably when I followed her out of the train and onto another train. I might have been able to make it better by preemptively accusing her of following me.
This was my first ever horse girl on a subway. Rejoice!
This is the bartender from yesterday. She got off work at 1 p.m. and I had class at 2 p.m., so we didn’t have much time to see each other. Better than nothing, though.
I texted her with callback humor, then asked if she’s wearing her awesome uniform (which I had poked fun at the day before, saying that her outfit is rather boring compared to bartenders in New York).
At 1 I called her and asked where she was, she said she was working and that she’ll call me back. At 1:15 I texted her, “What’s taking so long? Need help taking off your awesome uniform?”, to set a bit of a sexual vibe. She called me back, “You perv, I’m outside.”
I didn’t know where to go, so as much as I wanted to lead, I asked her for suggestions and chose one. We went to a French restaurant. We had a table with four seats. The waiter put us across from each other, but I told her to sit facing the window with me, so that we can see people walking by. She complied.
I touched her shoulder here and there, eventually getting my arm around her. Her legs were leaning into mine. We talked about different things, and as soon as I thought the conversation was getting into the friend zone, I used the blender routine. It was the first time I used it, which Brad later said would always fail, but I proved him wrong, haha! The mood instantly changed, she said she wasn’t sure if she could last 20 minutes, I was so charismatic. Unfortunately I was really hungry and we wound up eating soon after that. We still had normal conversation, it wasn’t highly sexual but it wasn’t bland either.
We finished up food. I had her walk me back to the hotel. I put my arm around her as we walked. Half a block away, she said she had to go meet a friend in ten minutes. If that’s a lie, I’m guessing she didn’t want to have her coworkers see her with me. That’s fine with me. I hugged her, wussed out and kissed her next to the lips instead of on the lips, and we said our goodbyes. I told her her blender’s in the mail. I should have said she lost the blender.
I was still exhausted from the workshop over the weekend, but suddenly realized I was supposed to go on a date with train girl. I texted her:
me: Hey were we supposed to hang out tonight? her: Yes me: Can we meet at 9? (this was at 6:30, I just got out of work, I needed a big nap) her: Ok me: Okay let’s meet at _______! her: Ok
I woke up late, didn’t have a chance to shower or really fix my hair, but I brushed my teeth. I figured she probably had enough attraction for me to not be at my best. I arrived at 9:15, but she was nowhere to be found. I texted her and called her, but she didn’t pick up. I figured I was flaked on. That’s okay, I’m out and about. This is why I meet girls for dates at the same place I meet new girls, so I can just meet new girls if I get flaked on.
As I was searching for unicorns, I got a call from train girl. It turns out she’s late, and wanted me to meet her where she was. I didn’t feel like going there, so I told her I’ll just wait for her here instead. She said she’ll be there in half an hour. I told her to hurry.
There were several reasons I didn’t want to meet her where she was: 1. I was lazy. 2. I didn’t want to be her little bitch boy. I was late, but she was even later. Why should I go out of my way to meet her? 3. My location was close to my place, so it made it easier to pull her.
Fifteen minutes later, she arrived. I was chilling at a supermarket, hydrating myself. We met up, chatted a little bit. It was a lot warmer in the supermarket than outside, so she started taking off one layer after another. I teased her and encouraged her to take off more layers. I noticed she got a boob job, but didn’t mention it. Instead I asked about her martial arts class, because she had previously mentioned that her martial arts had to be suspended because of her boob job. So she said she hadn’t been going because she got “the girls”, and was wondering why I didn’t notice them. I said I noticed, but I didn’t feel it was appropriate to just talk to her chest. I then proceeded to talk to her chest for a few minutes.
I remember Brad’s eBook saying that when a location is staled out, we should move to someplace fresh. We were getting to the point where conversation was slowing, so I proposed we go for snacks at a store that I knew had only two seats outdoors, and was also near my place. We went there, got our snacks. It turned out there was seating in the back. The guy asked if I wanted to have it to stay or to go. I said to go; we had previously talked about watching a movie at a theatre, so I mentioned that my roommate had a few movies I hadn’t seen yet, and we could watch one while eating. She agreed, we went to my place.
I should mention that, for the first time in a year, I paid for a girl’s food and drink. It came out to be about $7.
We arrived at my place. I have a rug, she has to take off her boots. Texted my roommate to not come back. I put in a movie, I sat in the middle of the couch, she sat to my left, with her legs blocking me. I had difficulty moving my hands because of her legs, so I used the pretense of her being cold to get up, get a comforter for the two of us, and in the process we both shifted our bodies closer.
Her fingers were wiggling for some reason, so I put my hands on hers and asked what she was doing. She said she was trying to keep warm. I slowly moved my hands to her knees, shoulders, thighs, back, under the armpits, side of the breasts, cupped her breast, inner thighs, between the legs.
I wussed out. I didn’t jump her. Instead after my escalation stopped at her breast and between her legs, she realized how late it was and had to leave. She got up and started getting dressed; the movie hadn’t even finished. She stood in front of me with her back to me. At this point, a kiss means nothing and means everything. I grabbed her by the waist, turned her around, and kissed her.
She finished getting ready. I put on my jacket and walked her to the train station. I contemplated staying in the warmth of my place, but I figured I should be nice to her, since I got this far. I also wanted to go farther, so I didn’t want to blow my chances of future sex. It was also a good chance for us to act like a couple: I had my arm around her the whole walk, and we kissed a few more times.
She seemed genuinely sad she couldn’t stay, at least to finish watching the movie. She kept apologizing for being late and having to leave so soon.
Well, I certainly did a lot of things for the first time that night!
First we recapped our night, and I also talked about my date right before class.
We worked on our identity. First we listed all the things that are important to us. Then we put them in order. Finally, Brad challenged the order of things we listed, asking if we had to choose between two things, which would we choose, to get a more precise ordering. This became our value hierarchy. Here’s mine:
Happiness
Acceptance of myself
Experience
Free time
Social skills
Pickup skills
Friendship
Financial freedom
Family
Others’ acceptance
Snowboarding
Improv
Brad said that many times, we have to make a choice but wind up choosing something that’s less important to us. By having a value hierarchy, we can make better decisions in life, to fulfill those needs that are more important to us sooner than those that are less important to us.
We then listed our short term goals and long term goals. These had to be specific, to allow us to know when we have achieved them. “Getting rich” isn’t specific, but “Having $1 million” is. We then listed the resources we have for achieving two of our goals. I don’t have my lists on me at the moment; I may add them later.
We then had open questions. The question of where to find scene girls came up, which we discussed for a bit.
I asked about street approaches, because I do so many of them. I demoed the way I typically open from the back, then use the Rodman technique to keep her still. According to Brad, I’ve got it backwards: I should quickly walk ahead of her, turn around, open, Rodman technique until she stops, then assume the 90 degree angle. We did a short demo of the Rodman technique, it was quite amusing to see one of the students try to get past Brad.
Finally we each received our final evaluations and what to do after this. Brad said that, looking back, the reason why he got good quickly was because he made a lot of smart, quick adjustments to his game. He asked why I had done direct for so, so long, and I told him that it was getting me to open, and I was afraid of losing my momentum and getting AA again, probably due to my small comfort zone. He said that I was an approach machine, which was good in the beginning, but I’ve got to move past that and make my sets last longer. He recommended that I do my social freedom exercises more and… something else. Definitely stop going direct, not because he has anything against direct openers, but because they’re not working for me.
Going into the workshop, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew I wanted to see Brad demo, but I didn’t know what he would fix for me, and I certainly didn’t expect to do dance floor game. Each demo and approach I did was carefully analyzed and explained. I got everything I expected and a lot more, and had a great time as well. Now I’ve just got to internalize all this!
Today we were going to do some day game; Brad had told me last night to wear daytime clothes. I typically wear the same thing during the day and night, so I wasn’t actually sure what to do. I wound up taking off all my jewelry and accessories, including the belt, and went with my rocker stereotype.
I arrived early, so I went to the hotel bar. The bartender was kind of cute. We chatted a little bit. I ran my stack on her, teasing her here and there. Eventually I had to go to class, so I set up a lunch date for tomorrow, since that was the only overlapping free time we had.
We went over last night again, each student recalling his experience. Brad said I was an approach machine, which was good in the beginning, but now it’s time to move on. I needed to stay in longer, he claimed I no longer had approach anxiety. I also bragged about the bartender because I have a big ego.
Now that we all have openers and some basic frame control techniques, we were taught a few attraction routines. These were not to be used as openers, but to be used to build attraction once we’ve already opened. They are: whatever song, 8 girlfriends, cat routine, smart tests, smart hot rich, and blender routine. Brad suggested that we pick two of them and build them into a stack, similar to what I did last night. He also suggested that, in the future, to learn two routines at a time, using them at least ten times each.
Kino (touching) was described. Phase 1 kino: shoulders, elbow, knees if sitting. Phase 2 kino: arm around shoulder, around waist, touch hair, hands, scalp area around neck, face. If you get past phase 2, you should kiss. If the girl is unresponsive, that’s a green light. If the girl pulls away, stop and try again later.
Ten timer method, for same night lays: first do three warmup appoaches. Then, out of the next ten, there should be approximately two blowouts, four go-nowhere conversations, and three to four attracted girls. The blowouts are good, they mean you can immediately find a compatible girl. The attracted girls are good, of course. The go-nowhere conversations you want to avoid; you will just be wasting your time. When in a go-nowhere conversation, push harder to force the girls to either blow you out or get really attracted.
Of the girls who are attracted to you, figure out the logistics. They come in three varieties: full travel dependency, in-venue dependency, or floaters. Full travel dependency girls are the designated driver of a group of five, who live two hours away and have to leave tonight. There’s basically no way for you to leave with her. In-venue dependency girls arrived by themselves, but are meeting up with a group they know at the venue. This creates a social obligation for them to stay with the group, but at the end of the night, they can leave with you. These girls are second best. Floaters came by themselves and have no social obligations. They can be super social with everyone, such as if they were bartenders on their off night.
Open, attract, figure out logistics. Concentrate your effort on the girl who is most compatible with you and has the highest chance of going home with you that night, take the numbers of the other attracted girls. Consistently applying the ten timer method! It is good knowing that you will usually get about this number of blowouts, so you do not get bummed, since it is to be expected. It also forces you to do ten approaches a night.
Screening girls for logistics: Where’d you guys come in from? You all look drunk except for you, I guess you’re the designated driver? Everyone going to your place for a sleepover afterwards, huh? Your mom’s probably going to come down and be all awkward, asking who your friends are.
We broke off to do day game and makeovers. I was in the day game group. It was raining, so we wound up going to the mall. My first three approaches were blowouts. Hyper observed it, and told me to try to take on the persona of the bully in elementary school, imagine how he would be if he grew up. From then on, my approaches went considerably better.
I saw a hot girl about to walk out to the parking lot. The schoolyard bully in me went up to her, did horse girl. Then I ran my stack, drink in face story, smart test, smart hot rich. Surprisingly, as I was telling her that I only like hot girls because I’m hot, she agreed, “You are hot!”, which I casually thanked her for. I continued the routine, and she said she was all of the above. Perfect! I went into the 8 girlfriends routine. We bargained for her position, eventually settling on five. At that moment, her coworker came by and said hi to her. Remembering how Brad handled random guys, I immediately became super friendly to him, and introduced her as my girlfriend. The guy immediately left us alone. Unfortunately she had to go. I tried to set up a meeting during the break in between day game and class, but she was busy. She was also busy tomorrow, but I took my new girlfriend’s number anyway. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a girl this attracted to me this quickly before, especially not during the day.
I saw another hot girl, horse girl with schoolyard bully spirit. She seemed hesitant to stop, but I blocked her off using the Rodman technique. I used my stack, but halfway through she asked if she was on a game show. I treated it as a test, so I absurdified it and kept going. She asked me again, and again I absurdified it. Eventually she said she had to do some shopping and walked around me. I stopped her, asking for her name. I then used the cat routine, but she left.
I told Hyper what happened, who then told me that I was over gaming. I was pretty happy, I had never over gamed before! Now I need to work on toning it down. Another thing was, when she said she was going to do more shopping, I should have taken that as a hint to go shopping with her.
I spotted another hot girl, walked up to her, ran my stack. Unfortunately she had to go back to work. She seemed attracted, but when I tried to go for the number she said she was engaged. Oh well!
There were a bunch of other approaches, but those were the three significant ones.
It was now time for our break. Hyper, Jonathan, Keith, and I had dinner. We talked about game, our experiences tonight, what we do outside game, food, health. After dinner I went back to my room to change into my biker stereotype for night game, putting on my leather jacket, boots, accessories, and jewelry.
I went back to Brad’s hotel. Two of the students got makeovers; one went from an average-guy look to a well-dressed look: a button-down shirt with stitching that I associate with pickup artists and therefore never wear, and Bad-Religion-like jeans with big white stitching down the legs; another went from sweats to a full silver crocodile skin texture suit with a magenta tie and new shoes, fully pimped out. It was night and day for the latter.
We practiced our walks. Apparently I have a quirky walk, where my right arm swings more than my left. Brad asked if I had a bit of a handicap, haha. I theorized that it was due to years of holding something on one arm all the time. He said that he doesn’t want me to try to fix it, because the rest of my walk was great, and didn’t want to mess that up for tonight. I’ve been trying to fix it since the workshop was over.
We hit the bars. I wanted to get better with my kino, but I didn’t pay attention to Brad’s hands last night, so I asked him if he could do some more kino demonstrations tonight. He said sure.
I walked into the bar and went straight for the first group with a girl in it, two black girls and a black dude. I went situational, asking about Halloween, then ran my stack. It was pretty boring and I wasn’t attracted to any of them, so I left.
I went immediately into a group of two girls. Midway through my drink story, one of the girls asked if I was a pickup artist, and if I watched the show. I absurdified and plowed on. They asked if I could talk normal, and not use lines, which I absurdified and kept going with my routines. Eventually I used pretty much everything I learned over the weekend. I ran dry, one of the girls said the conversation’s dead. I retorted that it’s been dead an hour ago. They kindly excused themselves. I told Brad what happened, he said it was good that I kept going regardless, for practice. I felt nervous the whole time, and they probably picked up on that vibe. I explained that, since they were still there, I might as well continue, even though I felt they were just waiting to see what other lines I had. I felt like a dancing monkey, but that’s okay, because I was practicing my moves. Brad agreed.
Brad told us he was about to demo, I followed him as he put on a pair of hot pink sunglasses and walked toward the dance floor. He found a circle of girls, peeled them open, jumped in and threw his hands up, and started dancing crazy. Then he started dancing with each girl in the circle, and within minutes they were all hugging him and taking pictures of him with several girls in his arms. This went on for a good ten, fifteen minutes. One girl was so swept up in the action that she pulled me in, so I started grinding with her. I didn’t know how to dance or even fake dance, so eventually I ran out of steam. At the end, Brad gave his phone to a girl, who started putting her number in, while he was talking to another girl. It turns out they were sisters, and he told the first girl that he was drunk and to put down her number before he forgot about her, and talked gibberish to the second girl, to occupy her so that her sister could give her number. Basically, he winged himself.
Afterward we all left the bar to break down what just happened. Brad explained how about half the girls were initially a little hesitant, but once he took control, they all got into it. I said that when the girl grabbed me, I didn’t really know how to dance, so it ended quickly. He said that he doesn’t know how to dance either, he just has one move, and the rest of the time he’s manipulating the girls’ bodies: spinning, dipping, kissing, spanking, et cetera. He then showed me how to do his fake dance: bend my knees, move my body from side to side, swing my arm left and right, move my hips a little. Do it according to the beat. Brad and I were “dancing” on the sidewalk, as onlookers stared at us, haha.
We went back into the club. Brad gave me his magic pink sunglasses and told me to go find a circle of girls and do what he did. I’ve never tried this before, but since I was at a workshop, I might as well force myself to try new things I typically wouldn’t have the balls to do. I went into the middle, threw my hands up, started dancing crazy. I tried to grab one girl to dance with, it didn’t really work. I kept dancing, though; with the sunglasses on I felt like I had a mask on, and nobody could see me. As soon as I realized that they didn’t cover my face, I became conscious that if I were nervous, they would be able to see my face. Then I became nervous. I still kept dancing for a few minutes, but eventually lowered my energy and went back to Brad. He said, “Ehhh,” and said that I didn’t jump in with enough conviction, that I had went in, waited too long, and then threw up my hands.
We then practiced more fake dancing, and he corrected some of my fake dancing. He asked if I played any instruments, I replied, “Guitar Hero”. He laughed and said that I should dance to the beat, like when I push the buttons to the beat.
When my fake dancing was up to par, he gave me his sunglasses again and told me to throw my hands up and just dance by myself in the middle of the dance floor. I did that for about ten minutes; during that time, everybody was in a big circle, staring at me. I went back to him, telling him it didn’t work. He explained that it did work, that the whole point is to have a space on the dance floor that was entirely controlled by me. He said that if I could do that in a loud club dance floor, it psychologically helps me control the space in less challenging environments, and guys are less likely to fuck with my sets. I didn’t quite see the correlation, and he agreed that it’s a bit abstract, but to trust him on it. He then demoed. I followed him and created my own space a few feet away from him.
The bar was getting increasingly crowded, and there were streams of people walking in and out. I spotted a hot girl in one of those streams, trying to get in. Brad saw her too, and told me to go for it. I cut her off, held her by the shoulder, and horse girled her. I don’t remember if I was able to finish it, but she rushed off and continued onto her stream into the bar. Brad said I did all I could in that situation. Easily the hottest girl I saw all night.
Later on, I wanted to reopen her, but I didn’t know how. Stupid creative avoidance. Anyway, she finally left the bar, and I asked Brad how to reopen. He told me to just pretend you forgot her completely, and reopen with something else. If the girl remembers you, she’ll say, “You already talked to me!” “Really? I don’t remember.” “Yeah, you asked me if I liked horses, remember?” This way, the girl will be trying to build rapport with you rather than the other way around.
I was talking to Brad about something, when he pointed out two girls behind him and told me to pull a chair up and open them. I pulled up a chair, sat across from one of them. They didn’t speak English, but I figured out they were from Brazil, so I tried some Portuguese. No dice. I then did the Whatever song, figuring that sign language was somewhat universal. Plus I get to practice it. They were cracking up, but I was out of sign language game. I ejected. I told Brad they didn’t speak English, and he looked like he relished the challenge. He pulled my chair to be next to the girl (instead of across like I did), and started gaming them. He started speaking Russian or something to them, thinking they were Russian, no dice, but they were cracking up at all these Americans trying to talk to them. I was looking right at them, when an RSD intern (whom we had met earlier in the night) told me to stop staring, I might ruin his game. Whatever, I’m here to learn. In fact, I pulled another chair from the table and sat right across from Brad and the girls, making it extremely obvious that I’m staring at his game. The girls didn’t care, Brad didn’t care. He showed the girls “an American game”, thumb wrestling. A few rounds later, he starts playing with one of the girl’s hair, messing it up. They were having a great time. Once he had the hair compliance, he stood up. He might have slow danced with the girl a little bit, I forget. He tells the girl he’s going to adjust her outfit, starts fiddling with her necklace, which was dipping down her chest, so he was effectively fiddling with her chest. He then adjusts her tanktop straps, adjusts the sides of her top. He sits down in her seat and pulls her to sit on her lap. At that point it was too much for the girl, and she jumps up after. They leave soon after, but I was amazed by how much compliance Brad got, without any verbal communication.
I talked to two Indian girls and a dude, emphasizing on my kino and staying in no matter what. Eventually my target gets uncomfortable so the boyfriend puts his arm around her. I befriend the boyfriend and switch targets. The new target gets uncomfortable with all my touching, but I keep backing off and going again, until she just pushes my hand away. That’s the point when I know I’ve pushed hard enough, I can go now.
I opened another girl, but midway through she backturns me. Instead of letting that shut me down, I turn to her guy friend and start being friends with him. I get bored of him and leave.
Later on I couldn’t find anyone, so I went outside. I saw Brad and one of the other students, the blind pimp, with two girls. The student was standing and chatting with his girl, while Brad was sitting on a ledge with his. I realized that Brad was winging, so I didn’t want to ruin the guy’s set. I was more subtle with my leering, while paying close attention to Brad’s hands. At first it was nothing more than shoulder touching, then elbow, then knees, then playing with her hair, then pulling her onto his lap, which allowed him to kiss the back of her neck, causing her eyes to close. Eventually he gets her number, and the girls leave.
He debriefed us on what happened, as usual. Apparently he was doing the blender routine.
Brad tells us that the bars are about to close, which means their buying temperature is as high as it’s going to get for the night, so if we are to go for same night pulls, it’s going to happen now. Three more sets each, Brad said.
I go in and open the first girl who’s still in the doorway, blowout.
I’m watching other students do their thing. I see a big group that a student is in, and wonder if I should wing. I decided not to.
Hyper catches me just standing around, asked if I had already talked to the girls behind me. I said no. He asked what I was waiting for, so I turned around and went for broke. Went to the hottest girl, sex last week. Nope, she’s engaged, shows me her ring. Blowout.
I find another group of girls. Horse girl, I’m running my stack when her friend finishes her beer and pulls her out of the bar. Blowout.
We got a simple explanation of why we stand at 90 degrees. Brad calls it “stick and move”. You stand at 90 degrees, which is a neutral position. When you want to convey interest, such as if she does something good, you reward her by moving your foot so you face her more. If you want to convey disinterest, you move your foot back so you face her less.
There wasn’t anything left at the bar, so we just went back.
I began my journey one year ago. As a gift to myself for my diligence, I decided to take a workshop with Brad P., my current guru of choice.
I had met Brad at a conference a few months ago, and instantly took a liking to his personality, his unorthodox methods, and his emphasis on having balls, which I suddenly realized I desperately needed. I spent the rest of the conference following him around like a puppy dog. I took a workshop with one of his coaches, which helped at the time, but I still needed a lot of work done by myself. I joined Brad’s 30/30 club, which is a year-long program of self study, to keep track of my own progress. (Before the 30/30 club, I had been studying by myself and hit a plateau; I was going out, but there was no progress and I wasn’t sure what to do to progress.)
One thing I had never done in my previous workshops was to see the instructor in action. I had focused exclusively on getting pushed into sets, which I thought was most important at the time. This time I wanted to see a pro in action. Other than that, I had no idea how my game would improve.
Friday: I arrived in DC, got to my room. Showered, changed into my new biker stereotype so that Brad could critique it. Stopped a girl on the street, asking for a place to eat. She suggested a French bistro place, which was pretty good. Class was about to start, so I headed to the hotel.
I arrived at the hotel and asked the front desk for Brad P. or the Underground Dating Seminar. Of course, they don’t know anything about it. I called customer support, who told me the room number. As soon as I turned around, Hyper, one of the assistant coaches, was behind me and told me the same information.
I arrived at the room and found Brad sitting at a desk, along with a few students. Naturally, I sat at the chair closest to Brad. I chatted with Brad a little bit, refreshing his memory of how we first met. Eventually the rest of the students arrived and we got started.
We each stood up and introduced ourselves, including Brad. Brad used this as an opportunity to observe the way we talked and presented ourselves. Brad went over the structure of the class, talked about information overload and how it prevents people from being able to quickly access the information needed while talking to girls. To overcome this, he gives each student very specialized information, only what the student needs to know to advance the most.
Tonight was going to be instructors giving demos and the students doing approaches with simple guidance, to see where we were. Brad said to not worry about staring or creeping out the girls, it doesn’t matter to them if they fuck one more girl, we are here to learn. To prep us, we each chose or were given two openers, and restricted to them. This way we wouldn’t say, “Um, which opener is best?” and not open at all. (I was given special leeway because I’m already halfway through the 30/30 club, but I wound up mostly using horse girl anyway.)
We were split into two group; I went with Brad. We practiced our openers and body positioning. I usually open girls pretty directly, face to face, which he corrected me to open at a 90 degree angle. This is a more neutral position, and allows me to take one step forward or back to indicate interest or disinterest easily. I practiced horse girl and sex last week, which Brad corrected both of. Brad demonstrated both openers, which involved playing confused in the beginning, until midway through, when he suddenly becomes a lot more confident and plows forward, forcing the girl into our frame. After each time Brad opened me, I was 99% sure I was the horse girl who had sex with him last week. For sex last week, Brad suggested I this Michael J. Fox thing, where I add a lot of umms and ahhs, to show that I’m really embarrassed and confused in the beginning. Similarly for horse girl, I should act not sure if she’s her or not, because the point is not to make fun of the girl, it’s to act kind of spooked that you ran into someone who looks just like her. Many guys apparently do it wrong and go, “You’re the horse girl! HAAAHAAA!!!” and of course that turns the girl completely off.
We needed some interesting, congruent material to talk about, so we each told a story. Brad then modified them so that they were a lot more interesting. Girls are interested in the social hierarchy of things, and of people, not of events. Many details need to be dropped to trim the fat. Accuracy isn’t that important, the point of the story is to entertain. I told Brad my crazy story about the girl throwing a drink at my face, and he made it even crazier.
We were told to not ask too many questions, and instead make statements: you’re not from around here, are you? You look like you’re about 24, am I right? I’m totally off, aren’t I?
Girls often throw tests a guys to test a guy’s congruence, to see if they really are as tough as they seem. To deal with this, Brad advocated absurdifying the test, to make it so exaggerated that it couldn’t possibly be true, and then continuing on with what I was saying. This can be done by adding “ever” or “in the world” to her test. For example, if I’m in the middle of saying, “We used to call her the weird horse girl,” and she asked if I were gay, I could say, “I’m the gayest guy ever. Anyway, you look just like her!” It is very important to move on quickly, otherwise you’re buying into her frame of whatever test she threw at you!
With our two openers, our story, and our simple frame control bits, we went into the bars. Hyper went to three girls and started talking immediately. I hung around a little, listening. Brad went into a group of three girls and one guy, I followed. At first I stuck my head in and tried to nonchalantly listen, but as the night went on, I went into full creepy-staring-guy mode and stared straight at the groups Brad and Hyper were in.
Brad went upstairs and opens the first group of girls he sees. Everyone upstairs, including those still in the stairwell, instantly stares at him talking to the three girls. Two guys try to interrupt him, jumping in and commenting on his jacket. He quickly thanks them and in a super friendly way talks to them, making it seem as though the guys were his fanboys. The girls keep trying to leave, but Brad keeps them there for a while, though eventually they succeed.
Brad has me open two or three girls, while he’s right next to me. Halfway through, my girl gets dragged away by her friend. Brad then said, “You deserved that. You didn’t acknowlege the friends at all!” I explained that I thought it was because he was winging me and thus taking care of the friends.
Brad had me open two girls and a guy. I go in and horse girl one girl. The guy and the other girl are left talking to each other. Suddenly I hear a voice next to me, “Acknowlege the friend.” I thought the friends had already left me alone with the girl, but I forced them into the conversation anyway. The guy suddenly left, so I was now entertaining the two girls. It goes well for a while, until the people behind me start doing this head grabbing dance thing, which steals my girls’ attention. I stick around, and a friend of theirs tries to see what my shirt says by opening my jacket. I denied her, say something along the lines of, “I don’t know you that well.” We chat some more, but some guy did the head grabbing thing on her. At this point I ejected.
Hyper pointed out a group of girls dancing. I opened with sex last week, but she responded that she was a lesbian. Apparently my delivery was great, though, because she was still looking at me. The point of an opener is to open the conversation, after all. Unfortunately I didn’t know how to handle that, so I left. I told Brad this, and he was upset that I was in month 6 but didn’t have a big conversational repertoire. I told him that I know a bunch already, I just kept forgetting them when I’m actually talking to the girls. He told me to build a stack: take three routines I like, put them in an order, and always use them in that order. I chose my drink story, smart tests, and palm reading, since I didn’t have much experience with any of them. It instantly changed everything! Even if the girls were completely uninterested, I would ignore that and kept going with my material until they eventually left. A big improvement over my usual experiences, which involve either me leaving, talking about boring stuff off the top of my head until she leaves or I run out, or just letting the conversation die completely.
Hyper pointed out two black girls and told me to ask if they were Destiny’s Child. One girl said it that was weak, which I didn’t absurdify. Instead I said, “Ah, that’s weak, huh? Okay, let’s try this,” and went into my drink story. One of the girls complimented me on my hair, but the “weak” girl took her away and they left.
Hyper pointed out two girls and two guys dancing at the end of the bar’s dance floor. I opened with sex last week. It probably needs more work, she looked at me really weird and said no. The guy behind her seemed kind of amused, then said, “unless she mistook you for me, her boyfriend of two years, probably not.” I apologized for the mistake but stood around a little bit longer. The other guy tried to kick me while I was down, “You think she would give up him for you?” I tried to absurdify it. I ejected soon afterward. I described this to Brad, who told me that at that point he would have just given them the “pssh, whatever” and turned his back to them.
I saw an Indian girl standing by herself, so I went up to her and horse girled her. She seemed rather unresponsive. I continued with my stack, touching her on the shoulder. An Asian friend of hers comes up to me, tries to interrupt me by saying, “Hey, you’re Asian! Me too!” I quickly diffuse him, “Yeah, awesome!” and give him a high five, then turn my attention back to the girl. At some point she tells me her boyfriend is right behind me and probably isn’t too happy. I turned to him, “Oh, sorry! I didn’t realize.” He said it’s okay, he knows, she’s hot. I respond, “You’re pretty hot too!”, and leave him thoroughly confused.
Hyper points out three girls dancing together. I horse girl one. Midway through my stack, a guy comes between us and starts dancing and possibly making out with my girl. I left.
Hyper points out three girls standing near where Brad was. I go with horse girl, but they seem to have heard it already. I kept going anyway, absurdifying all the tests they threw at me. Brad later joined me, to observe. This goes on until one girl leaves, so I turn my attention to the less bitchy one, who is really confused about why I keep trying horse girl. Eventually she turns to Brad and asks if he likes horses. He smiled and said, “I love horses.” She instantly melts! I think she also asked him if he was gay, to which he responded, “I love shlong.” I was amused. Eventually she leaves, so I leave as well.
Hyper immediately points out two other girls and tells me to talk to them, trying to prevent me from feeling the blowout. I horse girl them, they love it, and they love my hair as well. I run my stack on them, but eventually they have to go, to avoid one of their boyfriends.
At one point at night we were outside. One of the students approaches three girls. Brad goes in and is observing initially, but eventually starts gaming one of the girls. Within minutes, he’s slow dancing with the girl on the sidewalk, spins the girl, holding her hands above her head after the spin, pulls her hands back so she walks backwards until she’s up against a pole, and kisses her. Apparently he just made up some excuse like, “I’ve never kissed a girl from Canada before.”
We left the bar and Brad and Hyper gave us feedback on the night. Brad said he was initially worried that I was not aware of the friends, but I told him I usually ignore them if they leave me and the girl alone. Nonetheless, I have been more conscious of the friends, now that he has pointed it out. He also said I made dramatic improvement upon making a stack for myself.
Brad and Hyper’s feedback were really good. Every time they did a demo, they would come out and explain to everyone exactly what happened, and every time we opened and reported the results back, they would analyze it and give feedback on that as well.
Throughout class and the night, I was always impressed by how random people would approach Brad and how he would just be super friendly to them all. When strangers approach me, I typically say hi, but kind of turn cold to them, because I don’t know them. In my quest to become more social, I am trying to adopt this attitude.
We went for giant pizza slices. Brad and I chatted about LA, our passions, and other stuff.
I am trying out the biker sexy stereotype tonight. Bought new boots, went around with my leather jacket, got new jeans.
73. At a sports bar. Lots of people watching the game, Martyr and I both had AA and couldn’t open anything. We decided to leave. On my way out, I saw three girls forming a chode crystal. I went to the middle one with sex last week. Apparently she doesn’t speak English!
74. At another bar. As I went in, I noticed a redhead check me out. I approached her with sex last week. She said it wasn’t her, but they didn’t leave. Martyr comes in and tries to wing me, but I was already ejecting at that point. I should have stayed, they didn’t seem creeped out.
75. At yet another bar. Martyr points out two girls he wants to talk to. So I go. Horse girl, not her, I told her to pretend to be her for a minute, just to ease my soul, she accepts my apology and we hug. I told her I learned to read palms recently, and read hers. Martyr wings me, tries to occupy the friend. As I’m describing her life, she suddenly says, “I’m divorced.” I try to recover by making something up about a fork on her palm, but she doesn’t buy it. It fizzles quickly after that, and the girls lock me out. In retrospect, it was a test that I could have passed with, “OMG have I been reading this all wrong?!?!”
76. On my way out of the bar, I spot a waitress that had a shirt saying, “HIGH MAINTENANCE”. I go up to her and compliment her shirt, she loves it. She tells me her name and that she works at the bar on these days. She seemed busy, so I let her go.
77. At a supermarket, Martyr sees a girl with potential. I decide to find out. I go in, compliment her hair. It turns out she was cute! Unfortunately I had already planned to just compliment and leave. Oh well.
78. Saw two girls going into another supermarket, followed them in. Horse girl, not her, but I caught their attention. I continued with some weak, “So you’ve got some late night ice cream craving, huh?” They said yes, I eject. Wuss.
79. I saw two girls sitting at steps. “You look familiar…” “You don’t.” Eject.
80. I was standing at a bar near a table when two girls were trying to get to the table. It looked like she was trying to hide herself with my body, so I asked if she was. We chatted a little, then her friend is just singing to gibberish to herself. Then she starts opening me… in song. I was just dumbstruck as she asked me for my name, then said that apparently I don’t talk, and sang about my leather jacket, my ring. We talk a little bit, but eventually she talks to the guy behind the table as well. I eject because I wasn’t that interested, but more because I was so shocked that I couldn’t respond in any way.
81. Went to another bar, saw two girls sitting at a bench together. Sex last week, no, eject.
82. A drunk girl was pretending to be the bouncer and checking everyone’s IDs. I played along, we chatted a little bit, I went in. The bar was dead, so we left. On our way out the girl was still checking IDs, I busted her. Accused her of causing trouble, somehow we wind up holding hands. She’s squeezing my hand every few seconds. Finish chatting, say good bye, hug and kiss on cheek (really close to each others’ lips). I ask her to take a walk with me, she said her stuff was inside. I said it’s just five minutes, she denied me again. I relent, hug good bye again, but this time kiss on the lips, then hold each other for a few seconds. Then I push her away, “That’s all you get!” I get her number.
83. At a lounge, two girls at a bar and a ton of guys. Martyr doesn’t go, neither do I. I describe how I’m feeling, how I don’t want to go, which means I should. My resolve takes over, I walk right over and horse girl the girls. It’s loud in there, so I put my arms around both girls and lean in so they can hear me. She denies it’s her, but it’s on. She said she loved horses, so I guessed where she’s from. From New York but her family owns horses in Jersey. I accused her of being a Jersey girl, she denies it. I ask what the stigma is against Jersey girls, but get interrupted by the friend, who’s trying to get her to sign something. I loiter for about 30 seconds. I kind of do a false takeaway, then tell her, “You’re cute. But are you smart?” She said, “I am!” I run smart tests on her. She passes, is really happy, and hugs me. I ask what she does, she said she’s in construction. I said I could totally tell she’s a construction woman, she shows me her biceps. I am getting ready for the bodyguard routine when some guy swoops in, starts kissing her and holding her. It was so fast, I assume it’s the boyfriend, though Martyr claims otherwise. I’m staring at the two of them for a good 30 seconds before I turn around and talk to Martyr. Eventually I leave.
Lessons learned: - “You’re cute, but are you smart?” is a good transition to smart tests.
Finally got a date, though I consider it cheating, since it’s not off a cold approach and I’ve already went on a few dates with her. Still, better than no dates at all this month.
Went to a strip club (for the steak! I swear!), but as usual sat across from her, so no touching. I did hold her hand a little bit, playing with her rings.
After the strip club, went to a Halloween store, played around with different outfits.
Went to an arcade, played a few games, had a drink. We had fun. I let her win a few games of air hockey before kicking her ass in the last round.
It got late, around 11:30, so we had to go. I couldn’t think of a way to bounce her to either of our places. Oh well, logistics screwed me over.
65. Opened a walking girl direct, she had absolutely no interest in me.
66. Horse girled a walking girl, used the Rodman technique, but she walked around after a while anyway. Kept saying it wasn’t her, it wasn’t her.
67. Horse girled two girls at a store, as soon as I said, “You look just like her,” her friend says, “Okay, excuse us,” and pulls her friend away.
68. Direct on a girl on my way out of the store from behind, I asked what’s special about her, she said she’s got a boyfriend, I say cool, I have eight girlfriends, ask what she’s up to, she’s heading to dinner, I try to set up date, she says maybe, I try to go for number, she says she doesn’t know. I playfully comment that she must have a new phone, huh? She says yeah, I let her go.
69. I went drinking with Shiz and Martyr. On my way into a bar, Martyr or Shiz spot a birthday girl, we all take turns hugging her. I do not remember what she said, but later on I find a reason to spank her and proceed to do so.
70. Somehow I got the bright idea of using sex last week on the table next to us, two girls and one guy. Not her, I leave. I later tell the guys that sex last week didn’t work, and continued on with other stories of my approaches. I was pretty drunk, so I was loud and obnoxious. I also noticed that the three were now staring at me as I was telling my drunk stories, but I didn’t care, since they already blew me out. Eventually they get up to leave, and the girl I approached tells me that yes, I do indeed look familiar. As I am trying to play along, her friend throws a drink in my face! Aside from the sudden burn of alcohol in my eyes, I was pretty amused, haha!
71. I go to the tiny dance floor, where there are three girls, and ask about the previous scenario. I forget what they said, but they were pretty boring.
72. Another bar. Very drunk at this point. I remember approaching or winging two or three girls who were seated at a booth. I forget what I opened with. I remember a boyfriend came in, whom I promptly introduced myself to. I ejected soon after that.
60. Before getting to work, saw a cute girl. Went direct. Tried to get a date, she said she has a boyfriend, bye.
61. Walking the bar, I saw a girl texting on the sidewalk. I went direct, asked what was special about her, she said she was going to a party. I said let’s meet up sometime, she said she has a boyfriend, I said it’s okay, we can make it work. She said, yeah, everybody meets up in this city anyway, I agreed. Let’s get tea, got her number. Her friend suddenly arrives and drags her into the party.
62. Winged Martyr. One second after he went direct, I jumped in and introduced myself. I talked about all sorts of nonsense, the weather, et cetera, while positioning myself mini-isolate Martyr’s girl from her friend. Eventually they had to go, Martyr’s girl pulled her friend away.
63. There was nothing at the bar, so I went to a booth, sat down next to two girls, and said they looked interesting, but were they friendly, to be social. I introduced myself, accused them of being cougars as a way to prep for my cougars story, but that changed the mood dramatically so we got off the topic. Then it turns out one of the girls was an army wife, and that saddened the mood as well. A third friend appears, I introduce myself but eject soon afterward.
64. On my way out of the bar, sex last week to two Asian girls. No, sorry, bye.
I went solo tonight. It was hard. I wound up calling Martyr, talking about how difficult it was. That improved my mood a little.
57. Went situational with a flier girl, asking what the fliers were for. She said something I didn’t like, so I role played that things were not going to work out between us. She jumped into it and said we were going to break up, we played around with it some more. I wanted to say something about great make up sex, but couldn’t think of something to say at the time, so I just ejected.
58. Saw a girl trying to peel a sticker, accused her of trying to vandalize the box. Chatted with her a little, built some rapport, she invited me to go see her band play. She seemed into me, but she was too old for me.
I walked around to different bars, checking different places out. Most of the night consisted of me not approaching because most girls were not attractive enough to compel me to approach. Until I saw three tall blondes at a bar. I passed by them three times, eventually leaving the bar. I was very disappointed in myself.
59. On my way home, I saw a cute girl walking by. I turned around, chased her, and went direct. She kept walking, I kept talking, but eventually it was obvious she wasn’t going to stop, so I let her go.
After two days of not opening anything, had a lot of anxiety. Warmed up by asking two girls how the pizza was.
46. Hovered around the girl for a good 20 minutes, until finally I went direct. Blew me out, said she’s just eating. Serves me right for being the creepy guy.
47. Martyr wanted to talk to the girl next to him as soon as she got off the phone. Of course, he doesn’t notice her get up and walk to the subway until she’s crossing the street. He said it was too late, but I disagreed, so I chased her across the street, down the subway, and went direct. I asked what was special about her, she said she’s gotta go, I ask for a date, she said she has a boyfriend. I said it’s just coffee, she reiterates that she’s got a boyfriend. I let her go.
48. Open a walking girl from behind with horse girl. I get the hug, but she kindly walks away. I was still very nervous.
49. Martyr can’t open a girl, so Shiz and I check them out. We fought anxiety for a few minutes, then I went in. I started sex last week, “You look familiar…”, when she chimed in that she’s Lindsay Lohan. I played along and said I was Brad Pitt. We role play a little, then she asks why I came over. I finished sex last week, they said it wasn’t them. I eject.
50. Went direct on two girls, who I soon suspected were lesbians. When I said my girl was beautiful, the friend responded, “She is, isn’t she?” I asked what was special about her, she said she was going to some place, that I suspected was the lesbian event. I ran out of things to say, asked her if I could call her sometime, which her friend said, “Can you?” Really strange. Martyr comes in, forcing me to continue to talk, so I ran whatever material I could remember. Smart tests, then Disney music. Touched her on the arm and shoulder, supposedly she touched me back as well. Apparently it was going well, but I had already decided that, since they were lesbians, I should give up. So I just left. I later found them making out at a lesbian night!
51. Chased another girl down the subway, probably another one that Martyr was too lazy to chase. Went direct, boyfriend, eject.
52. I think I was demoing for Shiz on how to talk to girls while walking with their cells, so I horse girled one. She had an engagement ring on, but whatever. She laughs, not her, from Ohio, leaves.
53. Walking horse girl, blowout.
54. Walking horse girl, blowout.
55. As I was recovering from my previous blowout, a girl walks by; behind her was Martyr and Shiz, pointing at her, mouthing, “So hot!” I run up behind her, open her from behind with horse girl, continue walking with her, slowing down, and as soon as she stops, I use the Rodman technique and stand in her way. We chatted for a bit, the whole time I was making it difficult for her to leave, but eventually I ran dry. I then did my typical ejection sequence, asking for a date. She said she just met her boyfriend five minutes ago, to which I respond, “Damn, if only I were five minutes faster!” She laughs, we part ways.
56. Saw two girls across the street, opened them direct from behind. Martyr wings me really soon afterward. The sister needed to pee, so I quickly set up a date, got her number. Martyr pulls her sister away. Lucky bastard, I didn’t have time to see which one was cuter, otherwise I would have gone for the sister.
I was flaked on by the cashier from approach #31, so I went in and did an in-person double flake reversal. She said she was busy with her sister in town and that she’ll call me. Yeah, right! Oh well, I tried. Martyr and Shiz had left, so I was nervous and not my suave normal self.
Lessons learned: - Walking sets are fun, with the Rodman technique! - I need to increase my conversational repertoire. The stuff I used worked so well on the lesbians. - Even if they are lesbians, if they are physically reacting well, don’t eject!
39. Direct, scared her, hands full, she appreciates the conversation, walks away from me
40. HG do you like horses, scared, walks away
41. HG admits it, hug, with mom, sort of locks me out by chatting with each other, I run out of stuff to say, go for number, mom gives her disapproving look, she says no
42. Two girls one guy approach me, we chat c>5, bible school, here until Wednesday, gotta go, maybe meet up later, number
43. Direct walking girl, boyfriend, 8 girlfriends, female wrestler, date Friday, number
44. HG two sitting girls, finish, hug, friend pulls her away
45. HG denies all, transition, mangoes, pomegranate, no response, eject
Lessons learned: - Even if a girl says she has a boyfriend, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not always true and you can always work through it. - I need to work on my conversational repertoire to keep conversation alive.
30. Direct university girl, c>5 what’s special, bf, kickbox instructor, conference tutorial, coffee, bf, bye
31. Direct cashier, no number, gave her mine. Later she was eating, introduced myself properly, tried to set up date after work, instead set up date for Tuesday.
32. Hg no sorry, continue, no sorry, eject
33. Hg walking girl blow out after “just like her”
34. HG walking girl, just like her, sorry gotta meet friends
35. HG, forgives me, gotta go
36. HG, forgives me, friend invades to take picture, then locks me out after
37. Like horses? No, blowout
38. HG, cannot hear you, bye
Lessons learned: - Speak louder and slower in bars. - Even if a girl is working behind a counter, try approaching! - If a girl claims she doesn’t have a phone, you might as well give her your number.
27. Direct, bartender I already met from bar a few weeks ago, c>5, dried up
Girl opens me while I was walking, she loves my hair. I thank her. Too bad I couldn’t tell if she was a man.
Lessons learned: - Remember names and faces! It makes for very awkward approaches when you forget but they remember! This goes doubly true for bars you frequent!
24. Direct walking, doesn’t give me name, working, walks away
25. Horse girl sitting, cracks up, denies many times, drops it, smart test, failed bounce, date, number
Lessons learned: - Smart tests can give pretty good results, I should use it more often. - It’s okay to drop the opener and move on to the next topic. Not everything goes as planned. - Sometimes trying to bounce will bring a girl out of her trance and make her realize that she should be somewhere else. Perhaps I should have been more subtle with my bounce attempt and just held her hand and led her somewhere.
18. Asked two girls what they were taking pictures of, art school homework, eject
19. Girl with dog direct, too far to kino much, skydiving, sister, call, not live here
20. Direct walking bf bye
21. Direct standing bf bye
22. Winged Martyr two set boring
23. Horse girl c>5 date number bounce bodyguard travels movies panties sense of humor. Grabbed her hand as we jaywalked, avoiding traffic. She initially said she couldn’t go to the coffee shop with me because she was waiting for a friend for a movie, but I insisted that it was cold and that it’s equidistant from the coffee shop to the theatre.
Lessons learned: - It is great to finally start filtering girls out because of their sense of humor. - Take girls on adventures! Hold hands while running to avoid being hit by cars, it’s fun!
11. Horse girl sitting alone lawyer rapport our schools, date comes in, asks me which school before leaving.
12. Horse girl arms on each others backs, acknowledged friend and she pulls her away, c>5
13. Sex last week c<5 friend pulls away not her, is this joke, do you think? Yes, I just wanted to talk to you
14. Horse girl yes but I’m asshole
15. Wing Martyr switch targets twice c>5 number
16. Direct street into me tired let them go, didn’t know what I was doing
17. Horse girl black girl bounce coffee c>5 number date
Lessons learned: - When completely out of state, just chat to socialize, make yourself feel better. - Just admitting that the opener was just an excuse to chat is fine.
The next few entries will be very lightly edited. Please excuse the incoherence, I have a big backlog! Also I’m going to start numbering my approaches.
4. Direct tall walking girl on cell, craziest, dunno, agenda, meeting boyfriend
5. Direct two girls c>5 craziest fire truck, bored eject
6. Walking four girls direct she just got here not her blowout
7. Girl waiting for friends at bathroom line, isolated by hand to other bar, talked about travel, friends came and extracted, number
Lessons learned: - Just because a girl is on a cell phone, doesn’t mean you can’t talk to her. - If a girl is standing in a loud place, move her to a quieter place to chat!
I went out with Bob. We went around our usual area, but for some reason I didn’t want to approach much that night. We were just chilling, walking around, when I saw a hot goth girl on the steps with her friend. As we walked by, goth girl and I locked eyes. I continued to walk, then half a block later I turned around.
I opened her direct. I asked what the craziest thing she’s ever done, she said something like, “I don’t know, I’m pretty rated G.” We talked some more, she turns the question onto me, I respond with, “I don’t know you well enough to tell you that yet!” So we got to know each other some more. Bob came by, asked if I’d seen Sarah, I said no, but come meet these girls! The girl turned out to be a genuine redneck, so when I ran the reckon yonder routine, she totally admitted to it, cracking up. I checked her neck to see if it’s red, some kino. I also did the eat shit routine, and in the middle of it, she admitted to doing exactly that, eating shit! Crazy.
Eventually I ran out of things to say and told her she’s pretty (courtesy of ABC). A little more chatting and I told her I need to go, but set up a date first. I got her number and we left.
Moments later, she called me. The first thought in my head was, “Oh damn, she’s canceling already?” It turns out her friend wanted Bob’s number! Hahah so we went back and while the two lovebirds were exchanging numbers, I held goth girl to keep her warm.
Lesson learned: - When girls stare you down, approach! They already think you’re hot, don’t waste the opportunity! - I should have tried to isolate the girl on a high note. I only thought of isolating the girl when we ran out of things to say, but by then I probably lost the compliance. Not that I tried.
I went to yoga today. There were lots of girls there! It was my first day, though, so I just wanted to do well. Next time I’ll be more flirty!
Solo game. Nervous.
I was walking back home when I saw a girl on the street by herself, after a concert was done. Walked past her, doubled back, opened her direct. The craziest thing she’s ever done was falling off a cliff and having to be airlifted away. Whoa! We started building rapport, then: “Unfortunately my boyfriend is right there (points across the street), otherwise I would be very attracted to you.” I probably could have flirted some more, but out of respect for the boyfriend I hugged her goodbye and left.
I saw two girls looking like they were lost. I approached one from behind. I could tell she was going to be scared, but I opened anyway. Direct, she says there’s nothing special about her. I chatted with her friend a little, which was weird. She walked on ahead and left me with her friend. Anyway, they were looking for bars, so I pointed them toward some bars. It was late, I had to get home, so I left them.
Last day of the month! Wow, I made over 130 approaches this month. Really happy!
I tried out solo game today.
I went to a photo shoot. Yeah, I’m a male model. On my way out, a cute girl was waiting by the door, trying to get in. She asked me for help, I gave it to her. Afterwards, I did my direct opener, but she had a boyfriend. Oh well!
Anxiety had taken hold of me for a while. I saw a girl walking alone, went up to her and opened her direct. She wasn’t really feeling it, wouldn’t tell me the craziest thing she’s done (“I can’t.”). I tried something easier, she said she was going to a movie, so I asked what movie: “I can’t.” Oh well, I tried.
Finally riled myself up for being complacent with my progress. Saw a single girl on the phone walking toward me. I asked her if she liked horses, she said, “Not really,” gave me a weirded out look, and tapped on her phone as she walked around me. One step toward making horse girl my default opener again!
Last night I had not too much time to do cold approaches. I did one approach at a bookstore with Martyr, then had to have dinner with family. I went direct, but her boyfriend was in the store. Oh well.
On the train ride back home, I listened to an interview on how one guy got really good: going out every day, no matter what. Inspired, I went solo for about an hour and a half.
Of course, it being so late and I being so dependent on Martyr, I didn’t talk to a single soul. That’s okay, though. I realized that I have been too harsh on my self improvement, trying to work on multiple sticking points at a time. For example, last night I wanted to do horse girl while going solo. Each of these are hard enough on their own, to do both was quite anxious! As soon as I realized this, I decided to go direct instead, tackling only the solo anxiety. I immediately felt better! Not that I approached, since there were so few girls out.
Anyway, I made a list of my sticking points, so that when I feel anxious, I know to not work on more than one at a time: 1. Opening girls not cute or hot enough. 2. Horse girl. 3. Sex last week. 4. Loud environments. 5. Bar game. 6. Solo game. 7. Train game. 8. Bookstore game.
Opened a girl direct, she said sorry and walked away.
I saw a girl on her cell. I tried waiting until she got off, but she was heading into her dorm, so I chased her down and opened her direct, in front of her building. She said the craziest thing she’s done would be talking to me, haha. We talked a little bit, but I didn’t pull her out of the building. I think I tried to get her number or a date, but she refused and went into the building. I remember attraction being there, but not enough.
Opened a girl direct, she had a boyfriend, blowout.
I had a few drinks with Shiz, then I met up with U5 for dinner and some Sunday night game.
U5 pointed out two girls about half a block away, I ran to them and opened them direct. I was kind of drunk and we were munching on fruit salads on the street. We probably looked ridiculous, haha. Somehow we talked about ages, they were 18. They mentioned they had boyfriends, I blew through it saying I have eight girlfriends, we’re like one big happy family. I told one of the girls that she deserves a nice guy, one who would wine and dine her, but I’m not like that. She asked what I do instead, I told her I give experiences, like going to a gun range or skydiving. She asked if I had gone skydiving, I said I hadn’t because I left the planning to one of my friends and it never happened. We talked for a good ten minutes on the street, while it was drizzling. I didn’t really care for their numbers so I didn’t go for it. Overall I was just impressed that I was able to just stop them and talk to them on the street for that long.