We arrived at the college frat bar late. The place was packed, everything was either in big groups or mixed sets, the ratio was pretty bad. I didn’t open anything for a while.
Finally decided to do so. I saw two girls and a guy in a tight huddle. I peeled off one girl, horse girl. She truly believed my story and wound up praising me about my courage and honesty for the next twenty minutes. She’s totally into me under false pretenses. I felt like a complete dick for not telling her it was a joke, and at this point I couldn’t. I got her number in a strange way. I told her she was cool, too bad we were in a bar, and that we should meet up in a quieter place with us both sober. She was going to give me her number, but then said she had a boyfriend. I was under the impression that he was right behind me, so I tried to be discreet about it. I told her we’re just going to hang out, I need new friends anyway since I’m new in town. She said I don’t want her number. I assured her I did. Finally she folded and gave me her number. We parted ways, she said the next time we meet I’d better have apologized to the real horse girl. She was also self-conscious about her weight. I said she looked like the weird horse girl and she asked if it was because she was fat. I assured her no, but she brought it up again once or twice. My mistake in this interaction was that I did not control the frame at all, I let her completely take over with horse girl. Oh well, my first warm up, right?
I lost confidence in horse girl in a completely new way: I couldn’t trust it to not fool girls into believing my story anymore. I didn’t want to hurt any girls’ genuine feelings. That combined with my creative avoidance was an unstoppable team.
I saw a girl upstairs standing by herself, looking at the phone. Horse girl. Once I finished, she had to go.
Wow, did I really only talk to two girls tonight?
Well, the first approach went very well, in a way. She had her hands all over me, like I was the next Jesus Christ. I got her number, that was good. My state was very strange tonight, I haven’t felt this much anxiety in a while.
So my monthly visitor came early tonight. Brad and I chatted, and apparently my wings were talking shit about me. About how I had winged and helped them all out. Ugh, I know, guys, I need to approach more! =P
I discussed my current status with Brad and Jake, saying that I’ve been still ejecting early sometimes but mostly I’ve gotten better at it. I’ve been using my standard stack a lot, and once I get through it, I freestyle it and pick routines as the situation calls for them. Brad said that he does that too, but I said that I haven’t been learning new routines because I put the new routines near the end of the stack. He told me I should do them right after the opener, even if it’s scary. I’ll work on it.
I’m very scared of the phone, so Brad told me to call girls every two days to get over it.
I told Brad I think my identity is a bit frail, but Dylan thinks I have some cool stuff and told me to work on some identity stories with lots of hooks like he has. Brad agreed.
Brad also suggested I walk around the local bars around the house, because there is a lot of traffic there.
Okay, monthly visitor gone.
I went solo tonight. I walked to a club with a good mix of classy people, supposedly. I got in with the promoter’s help, but it was pretty empty inside as well. New environment, all alone, I felt as though everyone was watching me. I got a glass of water.
I saw a girl looking in my direction a few times. I walked straight up to her, sat down next to her, her friend, and a dude. Horse girl, palm reading, tour guide, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. We engaged in normal conversation a bit. I introduced myself to the girl and guy. The guy left, and briefly Matador sat next to the other girl, chatted with her for a few seconds, then ejected. Meanwhile the girls started chatting with each other and I was losing their attention. I tried to engage the other girl with Cosmo quiz, but after one question they had to go to the bathroom.
Three girls were at a table near the door. I engaged the whole group with horse girl, but then concentrated on one girl with smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Some dude came in and talked to another girl, who then pulled the other girls to go to a dance club with the guy.
I saw a group of Asians, some were dancing and others were standing. I went up to one who was standing, horse girl. She didn’t take very well to it, so I said, “Well this is awkward,” and introduced myself. Tour guide, they are not from around here. A friend told me she’s married, and her husband is right here, pointing to a very serious looking Asian dude staring deep into my soul. I said alright, I’m just trying to find out some cool hot spots around here. I chatted some more, but eventually left.
I walked the streets. I found two girls near the door of a bar, horse girl. They seemed to enjoy being hit on, so I continued with smart tests. Then they started ignoring me and started reading a magazine instead. I ejected.
I went into a local bar and saw no girls except for two at the bar. Horse girl, they said they were from Denver, the friend was visiting. The prettier one was chatting with the bartender, so I chatted with the friend a little. The friend then hugged the other girl in a way that backturned me, but I wasn’t sure if it was to lock me out or not, so I stayed. Once they were done, I tried running smart tests, but the friend told me they just wanted to chat with each other, so I left.
There was nothing else out, so I drove to look for other bars, hoping to find some girls on the streets. There were lots of girls but then my anxiety returned and I didn’t talk to anyone. I saw Matador and Brian on the streets. Brian and his Asian friend looked at me funny as I passed by. I also ran into my monthly visitor.
Then I ran into a dead guy. There was a big fire truck and some guy lying lifelessly on the ground. I was no longer in the mood to look for girls.
Good things: I went out solo tonight, my foot seems to be getting better. I approached everything I could near my house, and if not for the dead guy I probably could have recovered my state and chatted up some girls on the street. I also outlasted Matador.
Instead of going for the 100 push-ups, I’ve decided to switch programs to the Armstrong Pull-up Program, using my new Iron Gym. This is because the Armstrong program involves doing three sets of maximum number push-ups in the morning, so it’s a combination of both regimens. In the future I may do the 100 push-ups program in the morning instead of the maximum push-ups.
Today is Day 3, which means I need to do nine training sets. Training sets are basically the maximum number of pull-ups I can do, divided by nine. Since I can do about… three, I should be doing a third of a pull up. Ugh. I rounded up to one. I wound up doing six training sets. I feel really weak and pathetic at this point, but I will continue the program and see how well I strengthen.
I feel fat and weak.
In other news, I’ve ordered ab straps for my Iron Gym, so I can do the “gut busting ab exercises” advertised on television. I’ve never liked doing crunches, and sit-ups hurt my back (probably because of bad form). In lieu of doing a thousand crunches on the floor, I’ll try to do a few hanging crunches and see how I develop.
Went to do some day game with the promoters. Saw four girls coming out of a store, horse girl to one of them. I was slowly pulled by the girls because they kept walking, but midway through I stopped and so did they. But once I was done, they all left.
Saw two girls and a guy standing at a corner. Horse girl, not her, she’s from Sweden. Nice meeting you guys, bye. Bleh. Definitely could have stayed in that one, but I thought the guy might be her boyfriend because they’re both from Sweden. Really stupid.
Girl walking toward us, horse girl, hug, let her go.
Girl crossing street, horse girl, walked with her as I did it, smart tests, she stopped me and said she was here on vacation and didn’t want to think too much. I got the feeling she didn’t want to talk anymore and I kept following her so this was her way of telling me to fuck off, politely. I left.
Girl crossing street, horse girl, walked with her as I did it, until she entered a store and started talking to a store clerk, then told me she’s not her.
Switched venues.
Went to get dinner. I got a smoothie. Really hot girl was behind me. I let her pay, then horse girl. As I was saying, “I’m not sure if it is you,” she assertively said, “No, I am the weird horse girl.” Then I continued on with the routine. I hugged her, then asked if she were smart. She said, “No, I’m very stupid.” I responded with, “Come on, you’re not a real blonde,” which she responded with, “No, it’s my parents’ fault. It’s in the genes.” Once again, very assertively and very quickly. I was totally owned by her agreeing with me, haha. I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so conversation was dead at that point. In retrospect I should have casually said, “Ugh. That’s too bad, because I only talk to girls who are smart, hot, and rich” and continued. But it was a very interesting interaction. I look forward to our next meeting, frame control girl!
For some reason I either didn’t think the girls there were hot (except the one Nomad talked to) or I had anxiety. Either way, I didn’t talk to anyone here.
Night game. We went to a goth party that Nomad was invited to, got in for free.
Saw a girl dressed like a cat. Horse girl, cat routine. Her name was like, “Christina Hell-Cat” or something. “I had a cat named Christina Hell-Cat! She used to shed a lot, you don’t shed, do you?” We hit it off. Smart tests. “What’s 4 times 4?” “12″ “Are you sure?” “Yes, 4 times 4 is 12. Oh wait… I’m drunk, it’s not fair!”, then she hits me on the arm and disappears into the bathroom. When she gets out she does not acknowledge me.
Saw a nearly naked goth girl. I ran my usual stack, but her friends pulled her away somewhere.
Saw a goth girl near the dance floor. It was really loud so I started whispering into her ear rather than yelling loudly standing my standard distance. After I was done she was pulled away by friends I think.
Saw two girls by the bar dancing by themselves. Horse girl to both of them, they loved it, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Nomad wings me, but midway through she runs to who appears to be her boyfriend and hugs her. Soon after her friend left as well.
I saw a tall girl standing by herself looking bored. As I approached her she looked like she spotted me and was about to say something when I did horse girl. I finished it, then she told me I had told her friend the same exact story last week. I decided to stay in and just chatted with her very normally. Nomad was chatting with her friend, and the whole group eventually combined. After a while both girls left.
I saw a cute girl, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She said she’s not rich, so I asked what her best quality was. She said her personality, so said, “Okay, you have three seconds to win me over. Go.” She didn’t say anything, said she couldn’t do it on command, so I told her she was losing points. Then I started the questions game, which she loved to play, because no one else knows it apparently. After a while she said she needed to go to the bathroom but didn’t know where it was. I led her by the hand to the bathroom across the club. Once she was done, she darted out and was never seen again. I’m not sure what happened her, I’m pretty sure there was attraction. The only thing I can think of is, during the questions game my second question to her was, “Where is the craziest place you’ve had sex?” She answered in a car, and said she was kinda tame. Dunno, maybe it was too sexual too fast for her?
Saw a girl at the bar, horse girl, she wasn’t really feeling it. She kept interrupting me, ordering drinks from the bartender. Eventually she left.
We went to the outside smoking area. I was walking to reopen a girl when some other girl walked right toward me and looked me in the eye, looking really friendly. I wasn’t sure if I knew her, so I assumed I did and hugged her. We chatted a little, tour guide routine, I’m from New York, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, find out she’s from Michigan, reckon/yonder. I go from touching her shoulder to sliding to her elbow, to stroking her back, to holding her hand, to touching her ass a little, to holding her by the waist and looking straight at her. I told her I’ve never kissed a girl from Michigan before, kissed her. We made plans to go snowboarding in the future. She had a friend right next to her, but treated him as an orbiter and acknowledged him a little and stole her attention the whole time. He left and she didn’t even notice, but I assured her that he’s probably out socializing and that she should let others grow and stop taking care of them all the time. She agreed. We went to dance. She liked to dance by herself, showing off her body or something. I tried to isolate her by pulling her out of the club but I didn’t kiss her or escalate much once outside. But it was a change of venue. We didn’t go outside long, we wound up going back in, she couldn’t leave her friends. We chatted some more. I got her number, set up plans for meeting on Saturday. I used my new tour guide line, “Okay, so you’ve got to take me to all the cool hot spots. Don’t bring me to a cemetery and expect me to have sex with you,” which she responded with, “We’ll see.” Logistics were fucked, she was driven here from an hour away by a friend. Nomad tried to get me to do a bathroom pull but I was scared and also I didn’t think she would do it, since she would only do short kisses on the lips. I bit her on the neck a few times, she liked that. I had originally tried to bounce her to a diner but she wanted to do so at 2. Since I couldn’t get her home I didn’t want to wait, so we left.
Nomad and I were at a raw restaurant. Two girls walked in, one sat down. I preferred the sitting one, he preferred the other. So I approached. Horse girl, followed by “sorry for that long boring story… well, this is awkward…”, introduced myself, normal chatting, smart tests, normal chatting, smart/hot/rich, normal chatting, talked about tea, tried to get her number, she said she didn’t give out her number. I asked how we would meet up for tea, she said she goes to the one on Main street a lot. I left, but I should have kept plowing. She seemed into me, but if I kept chatting maybe I would have gotten it.
We drove by our local bar and noticed it was packed. So we made a U-turn, naturally.
Got in, saw a blonde and a brunette. Horse girled the blonde. They’re Italian from England. Smart test the blonde. We got shuffled around a few times, and I’m just bantering with them. Nomad was orbiting, so I pulled him in. I decided that the brunette was hotter so I concentrated on her. Bodyguard, 30 girlfriends. She loved it. I announced our relationship to Nomad and the other girl, and Nomad suggested we get married. So we did, exchanged rings and kissed. First was a near full on kiss, then a full on kiss after that. I tried to get her number but she only has e-mail because she’s visiting. Better than nothing. Nomad left, stupidly didn’t feel comfortable working both girls and got complacent with the e-mail, so I left as well. I later reengaged them, tried to isolate them to pull them outside. Unfortunately their friend was coming and they were waiting for them. Oh well.
Saw a girl drinking from a huge glass, said she was awesome, toasted her, asked if she drank that whole thing, she said yes, I spanked her and said bad girl, she laughed and walked off.
Horse girl to a girl, wussed out and ejected after. Later on I didn’t realize it was her, reopened with horse girl. “You’ve asked me this already! I could recite your whole story to you!” “Oh yeah, do it.” She was about to do it, then realized she was jumping through my hoop and refused, haha. I then told her, “I feel like this is getting really intense. Let’s start over.” Introduced myself, she introduced herself. We chatted a little, then I ran smart tests, but her friends pulled her away to an afterparty.
I saw Nomad talking to two girls, came by to wing him. Chatted with the friend a little, then ran smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. She passed with flying colors. All the while I was doing putting my arm around her, playing with her hair, stroking her back. We made soft plans for tea, she demanded my number. They left to another venue and we lost them.
Saw an Asian girl, horse girl. Midway through she had to leave, I rushed the finish and she was gone.
At this point we had pretty much talked to everyone not in the karaoke section. So I went in and talked to one after another.
I noticed one of the singers from earlier. She was with two guys, but they gradually walked away. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Her friend got on stage so she excused herself.
Next girl was with two other girls. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She said she wasn’t smart/hot/rich, so I did the whatever song. She tuned me out easily, since we were right next to the stage.
Next girl was standing alone. Horse girl, not her, from Belgium, leaving tomorrow. Didn’t see a future with her, didn’t try anything. Wished her a good flight, eject.
Tall blonde girl, horse girl. Not her, ejected.
Girl in hat, horse girl. She was really put off by it. She said both she and the horse girl are offended. I backturned her.
I saw another girl in a hat. I wasn’t sure if it was the same girl, but she was friends with a girl Nomad was talking to, so I went in situational. Conversation went nowhere. I left.
I saw a beer promoter girl. Horse girl. Immediately after I was done she went back to her job.
Nomad had talked to one of the waitresses with red hair, pointed her out. I opened her asking about her hair, bantered a little, got her name, let her go.
Pretty good night. For the two interactions that went well, I was doing a lot of touching, and the girls loved it. I did not practice any new routines, however. I’m also noticing that my routines are so well rehearsed that they are flying out, emotionless. I need to work on the feeling as I say them more. It’s kind of tough, because I’m working on being authoritative at the same time, and being authoritative and emotional is complicated.
I gave some thought to it, but haven’t made up my mind about whether I should continue down this path or not.
I think every guy should ask himself two questions: 1. What is your goal? 2. Will you (be able to) quit once you achieve this goal?
Of the two, of course, the first is more difficult to answer. “Fucking lots of chicks” may or may not lead to happiness.
I think Ciaran is finally trying to figure out (or has figured out) his goal in life, and realizes that he may not be able to achieve it due to his path. So the questions become: 1. What are your goals in life? 2. Is this helping you achieve these goals, or is it possibly preventing you from doing so?
These are very hard questions. Everyone’s looking for their meaning of life. (You should be, anyway. If you’re not, it’s probably time to think for a second if what you’re doing day-in and day-out is really want you want to have accomplished at the end of your short life.)
Sadly, I am not one of those people who knows what I want to do in life. I have no end goals at the end, other than to live. I mean, really live. I want to experience as many things in this life as possible. I do not want to be limited in any way, which is why I am trying to expand my human skill set as well as my financial freedom. To me, experiencing life is the goal unto itself, for now.
Will seduction fuck me up in the end? I don’t know, but I’ll definitely be thinking about it.
I tried a new venue tonight, going solo. Unfortunately the place was pretty empty. It was a Monday night, after all.
After watching two acts, finally got the nerve to approach two girls I noticed. Do you like horses? OMG you asked me this same thing a long time ago! It turned out someone had already horse girled her last year. Bleh. Her friend asked me if I was on the Pick Up Artist show. I asked her to explain, and she did, in great detail. Basically she stole the frame, but we chatted a little bit. Eventually conversation dried up. I didn’t use any routines. Bleh.
Watched the main act, which was pretty awesome. Grabbed one of the singers’ boobs as she was running through the crowd with nothing but tape on her nipples. They were nice.
I saw a singer from one of the acts, went to her to tell her her show was great and wished her a happy birthday. Chatted a few minutes.
The show ended. I talked to the first two girls again, then left with, “See you next year!” Didn’t talk to anyone else in the venue. Stupid anxiety.
Drive around the local dive bars. Didn’t open anything.
I really should not go to concerts anymore, I don’t do well in them. Or maybe I should, since I suck at them.
Overall a good night, I saw two good bands playing. Bad for improving my game, though.
Fuck the Oscars. I went out by myself, feeling alright. I arrived at the club and it was completely empty. I only realized after I paid $10. FML. (Hi Shiz!)
I kept hoping it would fill up, but it was so dead that the opening act was canceled. Yeah.
Eventually a crowd started forming for the main act. My state was low, but I was able to pump it up just by enjoying the music, bobbing my head and rocking out until I started forming a natural smile. It’s interesting how I can manipulate my own state nowadays.
A girl walked by me and started ordering drinks next to me. Horse girl, not her. I let her walk away.
I saw a girl standing near the stage. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She politely said she’s not the girl I should be talking to and excused herself.
Three girls by the bar. Horse girl to the outermost girl. One girl left, the other girl was preoccupied with another guy. Psychic routine, where are you from, I’m from New York, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. Do you want to be my girlfriend #9? No. Well, I guess negotiations are over, then. Nice meeting you. Bleh, I should have stayed in.
I saw two girls sitting at a booth. There was a big step to get to the booth, and I tripped on my way there, haha. Sat next to the hot one, horse girl. Halfway through a guy comes by, bringing a bottle of vodka. The guy and girl whisper to each other, then the guy turns to me and tells me to get out of there.
Okay so now I’m out of state again. The band started playing. I decided to listen to them, since I paid a cover. I haven’t gone to a concert in a long time anyway. They were pretty good, 80s cover band dressed all nerdy. The Spazmatics. Joey from N*Sync was there, it was his birthday and he got on stage and did a song with them.
Once they were done, I went to the smoking area. Some girl grabbed me and asked if I liked horses. We talked a little, but her friends called her back. I looked and didn’t recognize any of them, so I left.
Overall a good night. I could have talked to more girls, but a little bit of anxiety prevented me doing so. I got to see a cool band, I was able to pump up my state by myself, and I went solo. I ran my stack on two girls, but I wasn’t as persistent as I should have been.
And the worst is when I see abusers justify their own racism and hatred: “I won’t help a white guy because he’s always had advantages over me.” So what? You are just as bad as a white guy racist against Asians, if not worse. At least the white guy was unconsciously socially conditioned to think that all Asians are passive and non-threatening. You are making a conscious effort to hate.
“Wah, I can’t get girls who don’t like Asian guys. Wah, I can’t get lesbians. Wah, I can’t get girls who like tall guys. Wah, I can’t get girls who like rich guys. Wah, I can’t get girls who like guys with drugs. Wah, I can’t get girls who are married. Wah, I can’t get girls who like celebrities. Wah, I can’t get girls who like dancers. Wah, I can’t get girls who like guys with cars. Wah, I can’t get girls who like to be gang banged. Wah, I can’t get girls who are into bestiality. Wah, I can’t get necrophiliacs. Wah, I can’t get dead girls.”
I have been changing a lot these few months. I dress differently, I talk differently, I walk differently.
I guess these changes are slowly revealing my true self to everyone. My unabridged self. So I’m not changing myself, I’m just stopping the charade. So all this time, it was just a lie. All my attempts to be nice, were all lies. Maybe not all, but many.
I think I finally understand my old oneitis. When I told her I was in love with her, and later on said I wanted to have her in my life, even if it’s just as friends. She didn’t know if she could trust me anymore. Because all this time she thought I wanted friendship and nothing more. And I thought that I was being honest, in that I wanted friendship with her as well. Which, I did, at first. But very quickly I fell for her, and I had started lying at that point. I was pretending to be a friend, when I had developed feelings for her, and acted as one nonetheless.
Only Nomad was around, and we seem to be the ones who like to go early, so we went together tonight. Opened a bunch of sets, nothing really stuck.
Saw an Asian looking girl give me the eye earlier. Wussed out for about five minutes, then I went into their group with three girls and two guys. Horse girl, she already heard it. I know, I continued. Once I was done, the girl turned her back to me. I ran smart tests on her friend, but a third girl answered the question. So I continued with the third girl, until eventually they were all disinterested. So I turned my back to them.
I saw a hot blonde and a brunette earlier, but they seemed out of reach at the time. I saw them playing with the jukebox, so I went in. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. She loves it, thinks I’m hilarious. We shared identity stories, I got her number. I tried to be friends with the friend, but I’m not sure how well that went. She said she’s leaving next week so I said we should definitely meet up before then. I tried to stick with her, AMOGing guys who tried to talk to her, except I couldn’t do it on the dance floor. I need to be more dominant and leading on the dance floor, and work on my physical comfort in general. Eventually they left the bar. We left a few minutes after they did, and saw them talking to two dudes. I went right in, hugged her, turned her toward me, but the guys immediately turned her back toward them and introduced them as being married. I was out gamed, haha. Oh well. Hugged her and left.
Nomad pointed out three girls dancing by the couch, horse girl. Probably ran my standard stack. At some point the girl told me her boyfriend’s over here. I said they looked cute, how long have they been together. 1.5 years. I shook hands with the supposed boyfriend. He put his arm around her. Meh, whatever.
Went to another bar. Saw four girls and a guy, with one girl kinda isolated. Horse girl, smart tests. She doesn’t comply so I do the whatever song. She doesn’t believe what just happened, went back to the group.
Saw a hot girl getting out of her SUV for the valet. Horse girl, she had to cross the street but was very polite about it. I crossed with her, finished horse girl. Hugged but she left nearly immediately afterward. I should have continued with my stack, I only had half a second.
Saw two girls waiting for the valet, horse girl. They didn’t like it, kept trying to change the subject, I kept coming back. They won the frame battle but it was good practice for me.
Saw two girls walking down the street, horse girl, no, she doesn’t like them, walked past me.
Saw four girls walking down the street, do you like horses, no she likes something else, walks past me.
We went to another bar. Nomad started talking to two girls, I was waiting to wing him. Then I saw two girls to my right, horse girl, tried to pull the friend in but she was not paying attention so I just worked on my girl. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She said something like, does this actually work, I said yeah and kept going. Eventually she said she wanted to introduce me to her friends, who were smart/hot/rich, because she had a boyfriend. I figured, meeting new girls would be better than standing around, so why not?
Met one girl, chatted normal stuff, got her number. My tour guide routine “You from here? Okay, you’re my new tour guide. Take me to all the hot spots. But don’t take me to a cemetery and expect me to have sex with you.”, she starts explaining that there’s a cool party at a cemetery.
Moved onto next girl, chatted normal stuff, got her number.
Moved onto next girl, AMOGed the guy she was chatting with just by having more interesting conversation. She introduced me to her taller, hotter friend.
Chatted with taller, hotter friend. We were guessing nationalities. I guessed the tall, blonde white girl was Korean, then followed up with, “You Asians all look the same.” She play slapped me on the face, so I real slapped her on the ass. I called her a bad girl, she said she’s not that bad, I said this relationship is getting to a rocky start. Her friend came in, was upset at something. Nomad winged me for a bit. Exchanged names, cat routine, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She asked where this conversation was going, I said wherever it takes us, she said it’s going nowhere and left. I think I got off to a good start earlier, but should have kept amping up the physical interaction.
I think I’ve gotten less authoritative the past few days. At one point I asked a girl if she were smart, she laughed at the question. Then I caught myself, became super serious, and asked her again. She immediately said yes, and jumped through my hoop. Now I just have to do this every time I go out.
Opening girls has become very routine for me. Which means that my mind is now free to focus on other things, like my voice tone, my body languages, my physical escalation. I have not been very good at learning new routines however.
I moved out here for a lifestyle change, so almost everything I do has changed. My location has obviously changed, my job has now changed, though I’m not sure what it will eventually change to. I’m trying to be healthier here, so I have started small, working my way up to 100 consecutive push-ups. Eventually I’d like to do some running, yoga, and get an iron gym.
One other thing I’ve decided to do to improve my health is to switch to a raw vegan diet. Nomad is a raw vegan and has been helping me out by giving me tips and ideas on how to transition to it. I won’t get into the details, but today is the first day of my pure raw vegan diet. Hopefully the benefits will be felt, and I will stick to it. I’m not really picky about what I eat, so I think I should be fine. I will miss hot dogs, sliders, ramen, fried rice, sashimi, and curry, though.
My foot still hurt, so I did not go with the guys to do day game. Instead I took a glorious nap.
We went to a college frat bar. Lots of hot girls, about a 1:1 ratio. Pretty good!
To warm up, I horse girled a fat chick. She didn’t like it at all. Apologized, bye-bye.
I saw four girls standing in a chode crystal. Horse girl, smart tests. Something went awry but I forget what. I ejected.
Two girls standing right under the speaker. Finished horse girl, her friend pulled her away. I always like doing these occasionally, to gauge my projection.
I talked to a hot blonde and brunette, horse girl, smart tests. I don’t think I made it up to smart/hot/rich when they said they had to get drinks.
Saw an Asian girl by the bathroom. Horse girl, whatever song, smart tests. Some guy came by, stood right next to her, looking very stern. I introduced myself, he doesn’t. Trying to see if he’s the boyfriend, I said they made a cute couple, and asked how long they’ve been together. He expressionlessly said, “A long time.” Don’t know what to make of him, but whatever. He tried to pull her away, saying that he wants to go upstairs. She said she didn’t, haha! Psychic routine, I guessed she’s from Idaho, she’s cracking up and saying no, I said I bet she ate a lot of potatoes, she’s cracking up. I asked the guy if she ate a lot of potatoes, he responded expressionlessly, “No.” Okay, so anyway I guess she’s not the weird horse girl. I left. Later on I saw him with his arm around the girl. I’m glad I didn’t get into any fights or anything, but he was definitely not pleased with me.
I saw a tall girl in a blue dress. Horse girl, it wasn’t her. Her friends pulled her away or I ejected, I forget. Anyway, later on I saw her again. I went up to her, and said, “Hey it’s you!” She immediately said, “No, I’m not the horse girl!” I responded, “I know. I just wanted to say hi.” She immediately became a lot nicer. I chatted mundane stuff with her. Her friend said she needed to go to the bathroom with her, and walked away. The girl just stood there with me, ignoring her friend, which was surprising considering the topics we were talking about. We kept talking, I practiced being authoritative. A minute later her friend came back and apologized to me and pulled her away. In retrospect, I should have befriended the friends.
As I was squeezing through the crowd of people, two girls on separate occasions complimented my hair. When the bar was emptying out, I ran into one of them again. We hugged. I apologized for my shitty conversation because my foot was busted, but that she seemed kinda cool and we should hang out sometime. I tried to go for the number but she said her boyfriend would kill her. I said it’s okay, we can be discreet. She cracked up but said no, sorry.
Nomad was talking to two girls by the bathroom. I went in, did you see Jessica. He pulled me in, I chatted with the friend. Psychic routine, I guessed she was from Idaho, she said she’s from the south, so I did reckon/yonder, eat shit. She loved it, but Nomad’s girl suddenly had to go. Oh well. I got more practice doing these routines, they are becoming more natural to me.
At this point, my foot started hurting so I stopped walking. I just sat for about two hours, amusing myself by critiquing everyone’s fashion in my head.
I was waiting for Nomad to pick me up in his ambulance. I saw a girl sitting by herself, horse girl. She liked it, but when I asked if she were smart she said no. So I did the whatever song, which she liked. Then I tried to go into smart/hot/rich, but I delivered it very poorly, asking her what redeeming qualities she had. I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but too late. She said she had none. I said she shouldn’t be so hard on herself. I introduced myself, she told me her name, cat routine. We pinky swore that she would bring a lint brush the next time she came over. I tried to thumb wrestle her but she said she’s not good at it and let go. Conversation died. She left to look for her friends.
Overall a good night. If only my foot were better, I could have talked to more girls. Some of the girls I talked to I should not have ejected. Actually, make that all girls. My most successful set was the Asian girl; too bad her boyfriend was there. He was probably intimidated because I was taller, more stylish, and his girl and I were both Asian. And he probably hasn’t made her laugh like that in months, haha.
Ugh. This sucks. Foot’s still in pain. I shouldn’t have danced today. Anyway.
Opened two girls sitting at a table, horse girl. I was midway through smart tests when their food arrived. Fazed, I ejected.
I saw a girl sitting by herself at the bar, horse girl. The bartender was looking at me. Fazed, I ejected.
Two girls, one guy. Horse girl, they thought it was funny, but creatively ejected.
There were two girls sitting at a table. I sat down next to one, horse girl. The girl liked it, but her friend couldn’t hear me. She told me to tell her friend. Since her friend was cuter, I obliged and sat next to her friend, repeated the opener. It went well, except a waitress came over and said these were her girlfriends. Fazed, I ejected. Notice a pattern yet?
There were no more girls at the bar, so we went to another bar. One girl at the bar. I was pretty sure the boyfriend was in the bathroom, but whatever. Horse girl. Just as I finished it, the boyfriend came back.
Went to another bar. Saw two girls at the bar, horse girl, smart tests. She deliberately failed the tests, I didn’t know how to respond to that. Smart/hot/rich. They had to meet a friend.
I saw two girls across the street, crossed, horse girl, they heard it before, I finished anyway. Hot from far, far from hot. Eject.
Saw a tall girl across the street, crossed, horse girl while walking beside her. Again, hot from far, far from hot. Eject.
Three girls on the street trying to get their car from the valet. Do you like horses? No, she fucking hates horses. Walked away.
Stopped two older ladies with horse girl, they loved it. I didn’t want to continue the conversation, though they were really nice.
Saw a girl standing three feet away from a guy. Horse girl, she likes it, but I got the sense that the guy was waiting for her, which was true. Creatively ejected.
Overall, talked to a lot of girls but I didn’t try to run the rest of my stack for most of them. Really strange. Maybe it’s because I’m used to running this stuff in bars now? Dunno.
The past two days my foot has been in pain. Today was worse than yesterday, though it was fine this morning. So I went to the mall with Nomad.
I saw a girl looking at fruit, horse girl, whatever song. Not her, creatively eject.
I saw a girl looking down, texting. Sat next to her, horse girl. She’s really young. I decide to finish anyway. Midway through her friend sits down and agrees with me, that she’s totally the horse girl. Too young, I eject.
I was looking at four leaf clover seeds. A sales girl asked if she could help me, I challenged whether they actually grew four leave clovers. We chatted a little, until she had to help an actual paying customer.
Girl was on the phone, really hot. Horse girl, midway she interrupts me and says she’s on the phone, walks away. It turns out Nomad had already opened her with horse girl, haha. She was too hot to pass up, though.
Another one Nomad already opened, though we used a different opener. Really tall blonde with a really young face. Horse girl, it’s not her, she walks out of the coffee shop. On her way out Nomad hears her shout, “What is wrong with people?”
I creatively avoided a lot of girls I should have talked to. I had really delicious Chinese mall food, though.
I took a nap. All that walking and talking wiped me out. I woke up to an aching foot. Still, I had to go out.
We couldn’t get into many of the places we wanted to, so we wound up going back to the tourist club. There was nothing there, except for five girls. Horse girl to one of them. I told the story to whoever was looking at me. Whatever song, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, blender routine. She started laughing, walked to her friend and probably told her what I just said. I turned my attention to another girl in the group, chatting with her. I tried to get their numbers but no dice. Nomad and I weren’t getting much out of them, so we left.
Another bar. Three girls, one guy. Horse girl to group, the rest of the group left us alone. Whatever song, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Her friends came back, but I still directed my attention to her. Eventually they pulled her away to dance, but not before I got her number.
A girl was walking down the street with two friends behind her, I shoved Nomad out of the way, Rodman, horse girl. Once I was done, her friends continued on, all three left. Sorry Nomad, hos before bros!
We went to a college dive bar, some girl Dylan opened on Monday remembered me and opened me with, “Nice shoes, you weirdo!” I acted all pissed and said it’s so mean, which they cracked up to. I went for a hug, which she initially tried to stop, but I overpowered her, haha. She wasn’t hot though, didn’t want to really chat with her.
Nomad was talking to two girls, so I went into wing him. I chatted with the friend a little, then when fries arrived I took some. The girl freaked out. I acted like it was no big deal, and went for the fries again. She told me to get lost. Sorry Nomad.
Our state was pretty low after that. We went to another bar. Nomad spotted a girl at the corner of the bar, I opened her with horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She said she wasn’t all of those, so I asked her what her best quality was. She said her sense of humor. She asked me mine, I said my flaming personality. She then asked what I was doing talking to her, I said I was socializing. Recruited her to be my tour guide, talked about how I’m from New York. Conversation was drying up, so I ran 8 girlfriends. She did not accept it. She was friends with the bartender, so when she came by I started complimenting her and befriending her. I really had nothing to say to the girl, except I knew she was a floater but I couldn’t kino for shit. Eventually we made plans to go for tea. I got her number. We left.
For day game I am still uncomfortable, and need to push my stack more. For night game I need to be more physical with the girls, and also acknowledge the friends. Also I need to take care of my foot better, limping around is not fun.
When I first arrived, I had not cut my hair in almost four months, so one of the first things I did was cut it. Since I have nobody to speak ill of my choices here (Hi mom! =) I once again dyed my hair blue.
I asked my new stylist what I should do to maintain the color, but he said he liked the way colors faded. So I listened to the professional and have not done anything to refresh the blue.
Two weeks later, my hair is more green than blue. All I need is pale skin, ruby red lips, and a wicked smile and I’ll definitely live up to my handle. (Hi Martyr! =)
Martyr and Shiznites are both doing a 30 day challenge, which means they will go out for 30 days straight. Minus the five days when I was settling into the house, I have 360 days in this year.
Thus my 360 challenge.
Coincidentally, Martyr and Shiznites both started their 30 day challenge the same day I did, so there is a big feeling of, “We’re in it together!”
I find that going out every day definitely improves my skill. I encourage anyone who’s serious about gaming to go out as many days in a row as possible. My most noticeable improvement came when I did my 30 day challenge from September 8 – October 7 last year.
Everybody’s sick, tired, or out of state, so I’m going alone. This time I was actually looking forward to it. I tried to go to the classy, intimate club but it was closed, just like last week. Oh well, back to the hipster club.
The place was desolate. I can’t believe I actually paid $10 to get in. Oh well, might as well make the best of it.
Saw a girl at the end of the bar, horse girl. Midway through a guy comes by. I finish, eject.
I sat around, waiting for the crowd to pick up. There were two more groups of people but I didn’t go because I was worried about whether others would see me. Stupid, I know. I don’t think my state was going down, really, it was just maintaining its medium level. Eventually there were enough people on the dance floor, so I went into the middle and started dancing. After about 20 minutes I felt pretty good!
There was a girl who looked identical to my oneitis from five years ago. I saw her earlier in the night but didn’t approach because I was a pussy. Now my state is up, I went straight to her, horse girl. Midway through she doesn’t like it, goes back to her friends. The guy in the group confronts me, asking what I said, I told him an abbreviated version, which disarmed him immediately. We then introduced ourselves and agreed that girls were weird.
Two girls, one guy. Looked like one was a couple, opened the other, hotter one. Horse girl, didn’t like it, bye.
Saw a girl sitting by herself on the couch, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends, drafted her as my tour guide, leading to identity stories. She had a boyfriend but she didn’t leave, and I didn’t feel like talking to any other girls so I stayed. Eventually her friends pull her away.
Hot from the dancing, I went to the smoke room. Four girls whom I am pretty sure were lesbians sat next to me. I went situational, chatted a bit. We were very touchy-feely, but eventually her friends went to dance and pulled her away.
I saw an Asian girl sitting by herself. I didn’t think she was part of my oneitis-lookalike’s group, so I did horse girl, tour guide, identity stories. Her friend came by and chatted with her, whom I knew was a part of the oneitis-lookalike’s group. Oh well. Got her number for an afterparty. Coincidentally, the girl has the same name as my oneitis.
1:30, nobody new is coming up. Sick of the people, I left.
I saw two girls on the street. Tried to Rodman them, horse girl. They split up and walked around me. I continued horse girl, following them. I finished, she said it’s not her, accelerates away.
I went to another bar. I saw a girl sitting by herself. I thought she might be a waitress at the place, but whatever. Horse girl. Completely unresponsive. Then she walks up to a big guy and starts whispering in his ear. I thought, he might be kicking my ass soon, there’s little chance of recovery with this girl, and no other girls to talk to at the bar. I left.
Going solo is interesting. I learned that a good way to up my state is to dance. It prevents me from just standing around looking creepy as well. Most of the places I go to are clubs anyway so it should be a good tactic for me.
Oh, tonight I saw two hot Asian girls making out hardcore. There goes the theory that there will always be a butch lesbian in a couple!
Tonight we went out with guys who knew LA well. Walked up straight to the front of the line, whispered sweet nothings to the door guy’s ear, and in we went. I should try that.
Saw a bunch of girls in front of the bathroom, horse girl, wasn’t her, she gets pulled away by her friends.
Saw two black chicks sitting, sat next to one of them, horse girl. I wasn’t really into them, so I didn’t continue but since I already sat down, I didn’t want to diss them by just getting up immediately afterward, haha. So I eventually apologized for the mistake and left.
Three girls standing, horse girl, she’s totally not the weird horse girl but she’s highly reactive about it so I have fun with her. I follow up with whatever song, but eventually her friends try to leave and pull her away.
The guys introduce me to a bunch of people, I get two numbers out of it. I mostly did some identity stories, drink in face, ran my normal stack a little, and tried palm reading for the first time tonight.
I start to tire of horse girl, so I switch things up. Saw a girl with a bunch of glow sticks, sex last week. Apologize for the mistake, introduce myself. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. She says she doesn’t know me, so I transition to questions game. I ask her where the craziest place she had sex was. She asks me how I handle so many girlfriends. Game pretty much ends there because her friends pull her away. Later on she spots me and immediately runs away from me. That really killed my mood.
Sex last week? No.
Sex last week? No.
We go to explore the bar area. I see a guy and a girl smoking outside a bar, I ask how it is. They say they haven’t been in yet, tell me to let them know. It’s dead inside. On our way out, we run into them and I exaggeratedly tell the girl it’s awesome, she should totally go in. We all go across the street instead. I try to figure out the guy/girl relationship, ask them how long they’ve been together, to which the guy replies he’s a faggot. Unfortunately I don’t hold the girl’s attention at all. Oh well.
To be fair to “sex last week”, my last few deliveries have been really shitty. I need to work on that.
Overall a good night. I haven’t been ejecting due to lack of things to say. I’m finding horse girl easy so I’m trying to challenge myself by doing sex last week. I still have issues motivating myself to approach constantly, so that’s something I’ll be working on.
I decided to do some mall game, since I woke up and finished work early. I wound up wandering the mall for two and a half hours, opening only one girl and ejecting after horse girl. Bleh.
Back at the house, I realized I had not warmed up and that’s probably why I didn’t do anything at all. I tried to get my housemates out, but everybody was either sick or tired or sick and tired of me, haha. So I had to go solo, which I was not looking forward to.
Got to the club, pretty empty at the time. Saw a girl by herself, not too good looking but I needed to warm up. Mid-horse girl, a guy comes by. I finish horse girl, eject. Walk to another bar at the club, saw a cute girl with her friend, horse girl, smart tests, she leaves.
Saw a girl standing by the dance floor, right next to the speaker. I decided to test how good my delivery and presence is. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She asks me how many girls I’ve told this to already, I said ten because I didn’t care. Plus I wasn’t sure what she said anyway. I continued the routine, she said she had to dance, so she left.
Walked to a third area, saw a girl sitting by herself, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, questions game. Turns out she’s a lesbian and a virgin. Cat, 8 girlfriends, she accepts being my girlfriend #9. We chat some more about music and I share my identity. I invited her to the afterparty but she has friends along. I get her number to just hang out anyway. She was sitting so my kino sucks but oh well. She said she wanted to go dance, asked if I did, I said I had to take off. Then I realized I still had time here, so I was like, “Fuck that!” and went back in to try to make something of it. Danced with her and her two friends, but there was no kino and it fizzled. She left with her friends. Oh well, I tried.
I decided that since I am uncomfortable with the dance floor and almost everyone is dancing, I’m going to go into the middle of the dance floor and just dance crazy and make space around me. I’m just enjoying music, dancing, when I notice a girl behind me getting really close. So I turn around, dance closer. I remember Brad saying he can’t dance, he just dominates girls on the dance floor, so I start feeling her up, spanking her, spinning her, dipping her, grabbing her boobs. Eventually we make out, then I push her away and tell her that’s all she gets. She cracks up. It’s hot, I try to isolate by saying, “Let’s take a walk.” She’s resistant to the idea, I pull her anyway to the bar. We chat a little, I run smart tests on her, she’s not into it. She said it was her birthday yesterday, she’s 19, I run dirty old man on her. We dance a little more, I kiss her neck and stuff. After a while I notice her turn her cheek when I tried to go for a kiss. My dancing got tamer, no more domination. I tried to isolate her again, but she just says bye and goes back to her friends.
I’m overheating so I get a cup of water and chew on the ice. Two girls are talking with me in between, one girl leaves so I horse girl the other. I try to continue but she leaves, assuring me that she will be back. I don’t wait for her.
I saw a short girl leaning on a pillar, horse girl. Apparently I already opened her with it earlier in the night. I don’t recall that at all.
In the end, I was glad I went solo. I learned that I can get makeouts even going solo in a loud club I’ve never been in before.
Everything was packed. It wasn’t that we couldn’t get in, we just couldn’t find parking. So we went back to our local bar, which was closer to home anyway. Dylan had friends from out of town with us.
We went into the bar, I saw a girl with purple hair. Horse girl, her friend was curious but not buying it. Eject.
Winged Dylan the rest of the night. Creative avoidance (“there were no girls”). I kinoed the friend, shared identity stories. Unfortunately they had to go shopping in the morning, so they refused our invitations to the afterparty. Oh well.
Determined to not break my number close streak, I drove back to the bar area. There was nothing in the streets, except for one girl walking. Horse girl, she already heard it, sex last week, it wasn’t her, she walks away. I also tried to Rodman her, but she bypassed me immediately. Bleh.
Went to the hug booth room, saw a girl standing in a big circle of people. Horse girl, Cosmo quizzes, smart test, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends, bye bye.
Opened one more girl, horse girl, don’t remember the details.
Chilled for a long time, though state wasn’t really low.
A girl asked if I was waiting on line, I said no. After she got her drink, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. Got her number. Played with her hair, she asked how she should put her hair (hoodie up or down), said she looks good in pigtails, some other role playing. She had to look for a friend eventually.
Saw two girls and a guy dancing, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. She said her boyfriend wouldn’t approve, I said it’s okay, we’ll be discreet, she laughed. I did not capitalize on this, just left after that. I am still shaken when people tell me they have boyfriends.
Saw a punky Asian girl, horse girl, she loves it and we hug, but she leaves immediately. Weird. Shouldn’t have let her leave.
Saw a hot short haired blonde, horse girl, smart tests. Gave me a little bit of shit about smart tests, but I plowed anyway and she starts doing smart tests on me. I can’t answer any of her questions, haha. (I need to stop asking about state and national capitals.) Smart/hot/rich, she fails it. I say I don’t know if we can hang out, if she can’t name her best qualities, she starts giving me an overview of her beliefs. I ask about aliens, she talks passionately about it for ten minutes, so I let her. I do strange kino, lingering my hand over parts of the body for long times. Eventually she goes to look for her friend. I try to get her number but she says she’s not giving it, and she hates her phone. But she gives me her e-mail.
Later on I run into her again, we chat some more, drink in face story, she loves it. We move to the bed, chat some, but my kino is completely off at this point. A guy comes, hugs and puts his arm around her, flops on the bed, and she’s ignoring me. Bleh.
I’m still not getting more comfortable with new routines, but my existing stack is really solid. Gotta put more effort into it. Also my kino needs work, which I’ve always known, but tonight really emphasized my lack of comfort.
My text messages came to an epic flake. It turns out the girl’s sick; initially we doubted her illness but due to her continued texts, she’s probably really sick. I hope she feels better.
We were supposed to go out with the promoters but half the house was busy, so we’ve postponed it.
I saw two girls, mid-horse girl a guy immediately comes in and tries to intimidate me. Probably a husband or something. I finish the opener and eject.
I spotted two girls, possibly with two guys. I assumed they weren’t and horse girled the girl. Someone had already used it on her, also from New York. I rolled with it, but did not continue much longer. Ejected. Ugh.
There weren’t too many girls out tonight. I decided I still needed to warm up, so I horse girled another two girls, followed by Cosmo quiz. I ejected after because they were really fat.
Finally I saw a girl I had incentive to talk to. Two girls, horse girl. She was from Pennsylvania, so I ran reckon/yonder, eat shit. She liked it but the friend pulled her away.
We ran out of girls, so we went across the street.
I saw two girls by the bar, went to the prettier one, horse girl, Brad Pitt, cold reads, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends, blender, got her number for afterparty, cotton candy, drink in face story. I ran out of material and steam, she lost interest.
The rest of the night there weren’t really girls I wanted to talk to. Or maybe it was just creative avoidance.
I usually think pretty hard to figure out the next text message to send girls, to carry on the conversation and to keep things interesting. At times I consult my housemates, just thinking aloud. Dylan’s friend was over today and overheard all the thought I put into it, and suggested that I just be myself, to which I replied, “I am being myself. I’m scheming!”
In the morning Nomad and I went to a raw food restaurant. As we were waiting for our waitress, a hot girl walked by our table on the street. I hesitated, Nomad told me to go, so I crossed the street to her. Horse girl, but mid-horse girl she said she had an audition to get to and starts crossing the street. I cross with her, finish horse girl, get the hug. Unfortunately I get into regular mode immediately, asking where she was going, then inviting her to the afterparty since I figured she didn’t have time to be gamed. She declined, saying she had a premier to go to, then I tried to go for her number, to which she said she had a boyfriend. I ejected.
We continued our lunch, Nomad flirted with the waitress. When our waitress wasn’t there, another waitress came by and Nomad flirted with her too. Then when neither of them were there, a third waitress came by, who Nomad flirted with as well. At one point in time we had two waitresses sort of fighting to clean the table or get us the check or whatever, hilarious.
Nighttime rolls around. We tried to get into some places but couldn’t, even with girls. Strange. So we bounced around a little. Went back to the place on Wednesday, which was way too loud for me at the time, so I wanted to seeing how comfortable I have gotten opening. We got there, I opened the first hot girl I saw, horse girl. It was really loud: I had to repeat it three times. Apology accepted but she walked away immediately.
I saw another girl at the bar, sex last week. Didn’t work very well, blowout or ejection, not really sure.
A fight broke out, we left.
Another bar. Saw two girls, horse girl. They heard it already, so I said, okay, I’ve got another one. About to start, then they very nicely told me to leave them alone. I respected that, eject.
I saw Dylan talking to two girls, said I was his bodyguard, winged him a bit.
We went to another bar, Nomad was talking to two girls but then they separated and he was isolated. So I went to talk to the other, who said her fiance would not like it if he saw this, suggesting violence. I continued anyway, but she reiterated that. I left her alone, since I was just winging.
In the street Dylan approached two girls, I immediately complimented the friend’s bag, chatted a bit about Coach vs. Marc Jacob bags. They hailed a cab, so I invited them to the afterparty. Dylan’s target said she was too drunk and handed her phone to her friend, so I took it and called myself. Then I gave Dylan his target’s number.
We went to another bar, Nomad was already there, talking to a two girls at the table. I went in and winged him, pretty platonic chatting, got her number for the afterparty.
I spent most of my night winging. I think I did a good job, but I wish I spent more time approaching myself. Each time I winged, I didn’t try to run full game, because I didn’t want to disrupt anything. I was just there to help isolate the target.
I felt very little anxiety tonight, though, which is good.
Also, throughout the day I had been texting the girl I made out with yesterday. She responded to my invite to the afterparty at 11 a.m. this morning, saying she doesn’t remember me at all. We texted two more times, then I called her to set up a date for tomorrow. Then we continued texting. I put her in the role of fuck buddy early on, then made her qualify herself to me pretty hard. I also kept being really mysterious, not letting her know any details about me. At one point she was basically blowing up at me due to being frustrated at not knowing anything about me, so Nomad came up with, “I feel that this is getting intense. Maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore. But I want my gum back.” It worked like a charm. She immediately apologized, then said that I know all this info about her but she doesn’t know anything about me, so I gave in and complied a little, giving her my real name. Also she doesn’t have a car so I told her she has to get me a gift, so she’s offering me weed. Bleh.
I started setting up the mystery date, textbook style. We’ll see how things go tomorrow.
Hahah so this is the first time I’ve really dealt with people who use drugs regularly, so a lot of these terms are completely foreign to me. So far I’ve asked Nomad, “What is an eighth?” (1/8 of an ounce of pot) and I just asked Shiznites, “What does it mean if a girl wants to smoke me out?” (she’s supplying the pot to get me high).
I feel like I’m in Office Space: Scene: Peter’s place. Michael is looking up “money laundering” in the dictionary. Michael: Laundering. To clean… no, uh, here it is. To channel money through a source or by an intermediary… Samir: It doesn’t really help us, Michael. Peter: I can’t believe what a bunch of nerds we are. We’re looking up “money laundering” in a dictionary. Michael: Yeah, well, you guys can both eat my ass, ok?
Got to the bar, had to warm up so I did horse girl on a girl smoking in the smoking room. Got the apology, then she said it was weird and she left.
I was thirsty so I went to get some water. The bartender serving me the water was the girl I just opened, haha.
I saw the same girl that gave me repeated fuck-me eyes on Monday walk by, so this time I wasn’t going to let it go. Horse girl, cold read, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends, blow out. One thing I definitely did not do was kino enough.
I saw two black girls walking toward me, I stared one down. As she passed me, she looked back and we continued to stare. I followed her, but they went into the bathroom. I saw a girl sitting by the bathroom with three drinks, so I opened her. Horse girl, then she asks if I have E. I said not on me, but at my afterparty, got her number, smart test, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. When I asked her to be my 9th girlfriend, she said she’s looking for a fuck buddy in LA. I went for a makeout. Some guy comes by and, mid-makeout, pulls her away. Really strange, because he didn’t seem mad at all, so it can’t be a boyfriend. Maybe it was a gay friend and they were having a girls’ night out?
The place got pretty dead so we walked around looking for other bars.
I saw a really hot girl dancing raunchy with another girl and a table full of guys, surrounded by sofas. I couldn’t figure out how to get in, and Nomad just told me to go. I went around all the chairs, between the friends, and straight to her. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Her friend tried to get her to dance, but she was still trying to talk to me. I tried to get her number, but she said she couldn’t, but she’ll give it to me later. In my experience, that never happens, so I tried again. No go.
Later on I saw she was away from the guys, but still with the girl, so I tried for number again. I went in, tried to pull her away, didn’t let me. Then I said, “give me your number before I don’t want it anymore,” no go. Oh well.
Tonight I was feeling pretty good throughout. I keep forgetting the new routines and using the old ones instead, ugh. I felt I was definitely getting attraction pretty quickly, sometimes just by staring down girls. It’s getting to the point that I’m kind of on autopilot, I’ve got my routine stack down.
I texted all the numbers I got from this weekend, then called the one number that responded. I invited her to a little get together here, she said she’d call me back later tonight but never did.
Went out with Dylan and Nomad for some rocker babes. We are all supposed to work on our repertoire, so we practiced our new routines in the car. I went with Cosmo quiz and group cold reads.
I saw a hot girl trying to warm her hands near a heat lamp, horse girl, Cosmo quiz. She left after the Cosmo quiz. It turns out she was a waitress there.
I thought one girl gave me the eye, so I went up to her and did sex last week, possibly Cosmo quiz, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. It turns out either Nomad or Dylan had already used 8 girlfriends. She started testing me, saying it’s gross. Instead of absurdifying I wound up agreeing. She then said it’s gross that I asked if we had sex last week, and again I failed by agreeing. She still stayed a few seconds, though, but I was too stunned to say anything else, and she eventually left.
I saw two girls by themselves, I went up to them and was about to do sex last week to the hotter girl, but then she immediately walked two feet away, so I opened her friend with horse girl instead. She loved it, I followed with smart tests and smart/hot/rich, she thought I was hilarious and wanted me to meet her friend, said I was just like him. She was being pulled away by her friends, but before she left I invited her to the afterparty, got her number.
I was standing near a heat lamp because it was unusually cold out, when a blonde and brunette walked to the heat lamp. I opened the blonde with sex last week. Gave me some shit but I ignored it and continued. I tried either smart tests or Cosmo quiz, but I got no response back. I back turned them.
I saw two girls and a guy standing together, it looked like two were a couple so I opened the third with horse girl. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. When I asked her to be my girlfriend, she told the guy I was asking her to be my 9th girlfriend. I turned to the guy and said, yeah, I’m thinking of making her my 9th girlfriend, is she any good? We discussed her merits a little, then the couple left us alone for a few seconds. Her roommate comes by and she tries to grab him to blow me out, but he immediately leaves for unknown reasons (probably my immense presence, hah!) The three of them then go look for her roommate.
I saw a really tall brunette with two other girls. Horse girl, she said no, then I didn’t follow up with anything so she turned her back to me. I might have been able to save that, I don’t know.
Nomad saw me not in set so he told me to go. He pointed out a group of two guys and three girls and told me to go. I headed to them, but then they broke off and it was just three girls traveling. I followed them to their little area, when it turned into a giant group of seven girls. I opened the tallest, funnest one with horse girl and she was totally into it. After smart tests, though, her friends pulled her to the bar. I didn’t spend enough time with her to make her stay. Oh well.
I saw Nomad talking to three girls, so I winged him. He pointed to the white girl and made a cold read, I assumed she was the target. Then he concentrates his conversation with the tall black girl, so I assumed she was the target. I tried to split the group by taking the short black girl and the white girl, but I could only get the white girl isolated. I talked normal stuff, it turns out she was from New York and an actress here. The tall black girl suddenly leaves, then comes back to pull the other two girls away. Before she does, I get her number via afterparty.
Dylan went missing. We looked for him for a bit.
I opened a really hot brunette with “Have you seen a real big guy who looks like Mario Lopez?” She didn’t. The end.
Nomad and I were not sure where Dylan went, but we were standing next to a table with a really hot rocker chick. Next to her was this dude who was asleep. I sat right next to her, horse girl. She was into it, but she said she loved horses and rode all the time. She said she wasn’t the horse girl, though. I did the whatever song, saying I used to do it all the time to her. She apparently knew that song! But still, it wasn’t her. In the midst of my game, this short dude is trying to get her attention by putting his hand on her shoulder from behind the sofa. Her attention’s totally mine, though, so after a while he walks around and asks me to move to let him sit next to his friend. As soon as he said “friend”, I knew it was fine to push him around, so I just gave him a finger and said “one minute”. I invited her to go to the afterparty, but she said her boyfriend next to her was passed out. Once she said it was her boyfriend, I instinctively left. I should have continued talking to her, maybe trying to move her around the venue. It was fun to put the friend in his place, though, haha.
I saw two of the Pick Up Artist season 2 contestants at this place, forming a giant circle of guys. I pointed them out to Nomad. I didn’t see them talk to any girls, and when we saw them in the street later in the night, they still had no girls.
Nomad and I decided the place had too many guys, so we walked to another bar.
I saw a girl look in our general direction, so I went and did horse girl, then smart tests. She wasn’t having it. I still need to work on my absurdification. Eventually she got tired of my strange questions and left. I pointed to the seat and told Nomad, “I got you a seat!” Dylan eventually arrived and we left.
A guy and a girl were on the street, Nomad was told that there’s a girl in the bar with his exact jacket. Naturally we went to where there are girls. Once inside, Nomad opened the girl nicely, and I heard something about taking pictures, so I said that it’s too dark in here to take a picture, and got them isolated outside. I fumbled with my phone’s camera as long as I could, to give Nomad time to game. Also I tried to move them around to get them farther away from the bar where she came out of. She was out for a while, so one guy came out to look for her, under the pretense of smoking. Unfortunately nobody gave him a light so he had to go back in. Nomad did his thing, Dylan and I just chilled out until they were done.
We went to yet another bar. Nomad opened two girls. I came in and winged him. One of the girls went away, so I followed her and chatting platonic with her, to make sure she wouldn’t go back in. Eventually she went out for a cigarette. I enjoyed my seat at the strangers’ table.
We went back to the previous bar, looking for the girl Nomad opened. She was gone, but there were two new girls at the bar. Nomad opened them, I winged him. I walked around the girl so that she had to turn away from her friend to talk to me. We talked platonic for a bit. I invited her to the afterparty but she said she’s not coming. I tried to get her number but she denied me. Oh well, Nomad got his girl’s number. It’s all good.
Tonight was interesting. I started off hesitant and reluctant about talking to girls, but was able to change my attitude to look forward to meeting new girls. I also became a lot more authoritative, dictating my routines to girls rather than explaining in a weak manner.
Brad came over and we went over our goals while being here, since identity is very important. I listed some things I wanted to try out for financial and game reasons, Brad gave me a bunch of suggestions.
We received homework for the month. My speaking needs to be fixed. I need to cut to the chase, don’t put so many details, don’t use uncertain words, and be authoritative.
For in-field homework, I am tasked with being in set from the moment I enter a venue until I leave. I am to barrage girls with routines until they blow me or blow me out, then move on to the next group. This is to prevent me from dropping state. Also, all of us were told to try new routines every time we go out, so we build up a big repertoire by next month.
After Brad left I asked if anyone was going out, but I was the only one. Oh well, time to go solo!
I looked at the spreadsheet and I saw two choices for easy entry, cute college girls or young hipsters. I’ve seen lots of college girls in New York, so I went for the young hipsters.
I explored the bar for a bit, then finally decided I had to open someone. I saw a blond sitting by herself, so I went situational and started chatting with her. Her roommate came by, but left us alone. She had to go, so I got her number for an afterparty at our place.
I saw a short big haired goth girl sitting and texting by herself, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, but she interrupts me, asking why I have so many questions. She asks if I am on the Pick Up Artist, I pretend I don’t know what it is, ask her for details. Conversation gets boring. She was looking for a friend, so I got her number for the afterparty. She seemed interested in the afterparty, so I tried not to lose her, but in the process I might have followed her too much and seemed needy.
I saw a short brunette goth girl standing at a bar by herself, opened with sex last week. She cracked up, grabbed my hand. She said she just got here two weeks ago, from Miami. I invited her to the afterparty, she said she can’t make it but I got her number anyway to meet up some other day.
Blond girl starts dancing around me, we look in each other’s eyes, I say hi, she sticks out her hand and I shake it. She asked me how I dance, I said awesome, and she immediately loses interest and turns back to her friends.
Very low state from walking around too much.
I horse girl two girls walking in the middle of the dance floor. The friend leaves us alone, but as soon as I finish horse girl, blowout. My very low state affected everything, but at least I fought through it.
For the whole night, I stared at hottest, tallest blond without approaching, despite given fuck me eyes more than twice and at least five chances to open. But, to reframe this in a positive light, at least she thought I was hot enough to stare at me as she passed me several times.
Three out of five numbers isn’t bad, going solo! Next time I need to be in set more of the time.
Brad came over to discuss our impressions of last night. I read my last entry to the group, and Brad told me I was not being taken seriously, and that I have to be more authoritative. No more saying “kinda”, “sorta”, et cetera. He also said I have to change the melody of how I speak to be more sure. It was suggested that I talk to the mirror to see the faces I make when I am talking. I looked at the mirror across from me and sure enough, I made a confused face immediately. It was also noted that I have a slight accent, that I pronounce my “th”s like “d”s.
I mentioned that I don’t know how to be authoritative without smiling, and he told me I didn’t need to smile, which flew in the face of one of the first things I learned about pick up. He said, “You don’t see me smiling all the time. It’s creepy to have a smile glued to your face all the time!” So great, now I can relax my face a little!
We had dinner with Brad at a mall, then walked around, and approached girls while Brad observed us.
I approached two girls standing around, horse girl, and the interaction ended soon.
I walked around and didn’t really see much around, so we went into a book store. There, I approached a few girls, but pretty much every time I ejected because I was uncomfortable with going on to the next topic. Brad later dubbed it, “creative ejecting”. He also noted that my authoritative voice was too serious. I wasn’t sure how to have a relaxed authoritative tone, then figured it out and said, “Eh, off with their heads.” He said, “Yeah, eh, kill everyone in the building.”
In the car ride home, Brad said I have inner game issues, and suggested that tonight I try to stay as long as possible without ejecting, and also go for a number if I stay longer than ten minutes.
We arrived at the bar. Brad gave me a mission: have four routines ready, and go through them all. Do not eject unless blown out. My first two approaches I was blown out after I did horse girl, smart tests, and smart/hot/rich.
My third approach I used horse girl, whatever song, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, blender. Then I dropped into normal conversation, and invited them to an afterparty at my place. Got the hotter one’s number and left. Brad sent me immediately back in, so I role played that they would be my tour guides. We did a lot of role playing, but the friend was slowly getting bored and eventually pulled her away. I later texted her to the afterparty but she hasn’t responded yet.
I opened two girls with horse girl and they tell me they’ve already heard it. I try to continue but they shut me down, so I leave. Brad told me to go back with another opener; before I even got there, they told me to go away, so I went back. Brad thought it was interesting, so he went in and did his thing for about fifteen minutes.
He eventually leaves and tells us that he opened them, then said he heard they were bitches, and ordered them to be bitchy to him. He then diffused everything they threw, saying it was unoriginal or lame. Then he went onto another topic, and whenever they tried to get him to go away, he would just say their insults were amateur. I practiced this with Brad and Jake a few times.
I approached a group of girls, horse girl to a random girl in the group. One girl was a lot hotter than the others, so I started paying more attention to her. Smart test, smart/hot/rich, but she purposefully failed all of them, saying that she’s dumb, ugly, and poor. I threw a ton of questions at her, trying to get her to get any response. I eventually asked if she lived on a farm, if she ever went cow tipping, if she ever crawled through cow fields. All of which, in retrospect, I should have reworded into cold reads. Eventually the group gets bored and ditches me.
Brad was worried that I only approach when he tells me to, and that I wouldn’t approach with the determination and killer instinct without him there, so he told me to wait three minutes until the effect of his words went away, then find my own girls and approach. Sure enough, I struggled after that.
I opened one girl with horse girl, whatever song, smart tests, but then she had to go to the bathroom. I went back to Brad after that. He told me to befriend the friends so that when she gets back, I’m bff with them all. I opened them with some random stuff, didn’t use any routines. One girl’s name was Summer, so I played with their hair and gave them names appropriate for their hair types. One girl didn’t like it, and dragged the other two away. Summer apologized and said she liked my hair, haha. Oh well.
I hope that after this workshop is over, I do not regress and instead fix all those things Brad mentioned.
Tonight was the first day of our workshop. We discussed our current perceived game level (Martyr needs to level up =), and did a usual workshop, practicing our openers, then hitting the bars.
Rain, rain, won’t you go away?
I went into the bar and remembered from Wednesday’s experience that I should do warm up sets. I jumped right into two girls and opened with something lame but safe, just to get into a social mood. Brad winged me, but after a while I thought the conversation was getting very platonic, so I used the blender routine. Didn’t go so well, she gave me attitude, so I back turned her. Then I turned around again and just started watching Brad, to pick up what I could. Eventually he asked me if I want to stay or leave, I told him the latter.
Next I saw two girls walk by and out the door, one of which was really hot. Fortunately they both came back, so I headed right to them. I opened the hot one with horse girl while her friend walked ahead, not knowing the hot one was stuck with me. When I was done with horse girl, her friend came back and pulled her away. I should have acknowledged the friend when I first opened, and I blew my second chance when she came by to fetch her friend. Oh well.
For some reason Brad said I should practice on groups, so he sent me into a group of five, and told me to try to hold their attention. I did horse girl, the group didn’t really like me. I still played with the girl’s hair a little, which she said she didn’t give me permission to do so, so I turned to her friend, who I didn’t realize was hotter until I opened the group anyway. Ran some stuff on her, but eventually I can’t handle it so I backturn them all.
Brad recommended I try group cold reads and Cosmo quizzes for group games. He also mentioned the director game but it’s not something I feel I can pull off yet.
Brad pointed me to two girls in front of the coat check, a blond and a brunette. I wanted the blond, opened her with horse girl. The brunette was dismissive at first, but I think the blond kinda liked it so she became okay with it. I didn’t complete the opener and ejected, though.
The majority of the night was spent observing Brad, watching him stroke a girl’s hair, then her back, then slipping his hand underneath her shirt from the back.
At one point a drunk girl was really horny and into Brad. He seduced her really quickly and tried to hand it off to me but I didn’t know what was going on. Two guys around me immediately pounced on her once I left.
I saw a girl and two older women together. The moment I tried to open her, she said I looked familiar. I played the role, agreeing with everything she said to me, until she asked where I was from and I told her New York. She then called me a liar but we hugged anyway. We were chatting and I was playing with her hair when some guys to her left stole her attention. I chatted with the rest of the group, but she was lost. She left the group to go inside for some reason. I followed her a few seconds later but lost her. I later found her riding the bull, tried to reopen her, but she probably forgot about me already.
One of the older women seemed really friendly, so I figured, why not? I started gaming her and touching her when her boyfriend shows up. I stop. Bleh.
I walked around and saw a girl’s two friends leave. I went in and did horse girl, which she liked. Then she introduced me to her boyfriend, the bartender. I continued talking to her, then some other dude comes in and starts making out with her for a full minute. I left.
The bar was closing soon and I was bored of horse girl, so I did sex last week. I did a pretty convincing job, apparently! Though she kept asking me if it was a joke, and I eventually admitted it. The friend asked if it was a pick up line, I absurdified it poorly, let her control the frame completely. She then told me the two guys sitting to my left were their boyfriends, which I believed, so I left them.
Later on I was told that they were not their boyfriends at all. If this happens again, I should quiz them, act kind of curious and say, “You guys make a cute couple! How long have you been together?” and judge the reactions, to see if it’s genuine.
The bar closed. We went around a little, looking for some strays, but there was nothing. Damn rain!
Overall, a good night. Better than the last, which was better than the one before that. So a good night!
Dylan and I walked around a lot today. Reminds me once again of those early days when I didn’t know where there were good places to go, and just wandered the streets for hours.
Everything was pretty empty tonight, probably due to the rain. It’s odd when I go to a place that’s supposed to have little to no rain, it rains within a week. (Last time it was Vegas.)
Nothing special happened, we just hit on some lesbians at a lesbian bar. I wonder how difficult it is to pull lesbians…
Tonight we were introduced to two well connected guys in the area. They gave us a printed spreadsheet of what’s happening where, every day of the week. We then toured the venues, driving by each of them and getting a brief summary.
Then we went to a few venues, got our feet wet with approaches. My three month vacation was not good. I couldn’t approach anymore! Anxiety was high. I even had a beer, which I never do nowadays.
On the other hand, this was better than Monday night. So overall a good night.
So far nothing too wild has happened here. Everyone’s doing their normal thing, going to work and whatnot. I finally got internet access, allowing me to update my blog.