I crashed at W’s place last night. We wake up, have breakfast (two Krispy Kreme donuts and a McDonald’s Southwest Chicken meal), and I get food coma. I wake up seven hours later with a stomach ache. This is why I don’t eat cooked food.
The Brain arrives. We take a cab to the Voodoo Lounge. It’s really cool but a sausage-fest. Not so cool.
The Brain opens three girls. Nomad and I wing him until the bottom floor is closed.
A girl dances and falls onto me. She tells me I’m clearly not drinking enough if I’m standing so well. I don’t care for her and don’t game her at all.
We leave because I feel like shit. Thanks guys.
I see a girl walking through the slot machines. Horse girl. She walks right by.
Two girls come out of a cab and come toward me. Horse girl. I’m almost done with horse girl when they join a third girl, who Nomad had horse girled earlier. They quickly scram.
We arrive at the Hard Rock. Nomad and I spot two hot blondes and walk increasingly faster toward them. He pushes me aside and opens one. I open the other with psychologist but completely authoritatively. She likes me but needs some front desk help or something. The girls rejoin and walk away. I see Nomad give up his girl so I give up mine. Nomad spots them again later. I reopen, asking if they were locked out of their rooms, but they are completely cold to me. I leave.
I see a hot sales girl at a jewelry store. I go in and realize her face is not so nice up close. Oh well. Horse girl, shedding cat, tour guide. I get her number.
I go out and see Nomad and The Brain talking to two hot girls. I go in and help out. The drunk blonde likes my hair, asking if I’m Japanese. No I’m Swedish. She’s confused and starts spouting Japanese. She has a boyfriend, who the other girl is bringing her to. They leave after Nomad gets the other girl’s number.
I see a hot girl with three guys, each guy looking like they could beat me into a bloody pulp. Nah, it’s probably creative avoidance. I go in, horse girl. Nomad and The Brain wing me. Midway through one of the guys asks if I’m hitting on her, that it’s pointless because she’s a lesbian. I ignore him and continue, but the group leaves.
I walk next to a girl. I see Nomad about to open her so I know she’s cute, so I open her before he can. Horse girl. We circle the area, looking for an ATM. She’s from Tennessee. Reckon/yonder, eat shit. She’s pretty unresponsive and she keeps walking. She’s on a mission to gamble so I get her number.
I see six hot girls walk out of a club. I’m intimidated so I go in. Horse girl to one girl. Apparently they were all saying goodbye so the one girl is isolated with me. She quickly walks out the door before I finish horse girl, though.
Tall blonde walking toward us. Horse girl, she says it’s a great pickup line. I tell her I got laid with it 300 times last week alone. She seems attracted so I try building rapport, asking what her plans are. She says she’s meeting her boyfriend right now. I let her go.
A tall black girl walks around the bar by herself. Horse girl, shedding cat. She says she is a prostitute. I tell her I’ll leave her to her business then.
I see a cute girl on the phone standing by herself. Horse girl. After I’m done she starts talking on the phone, telling the guy on the other line what she’s wearing and finding out what he’s wearing. She’s a ho. Tour guide. I get her number, in spite of better judgment.
I texted all three numbers with “hi horse girl”. The jewelry store girl texted back: Her: Hey u Me: What are you up to, eating marshmallows and watching soap operas? Her: Yahhhh exactlyyy Me: Minus two cool points Her: Lol silly. Ill save ur nmbr but I’m callin it a nite Me: No dreaming about me, I charge for that Her: Lol ur silly. B safe
Tonight was short. I should have went out earlier. Cooked food bad.
I need to be more aggressive with my touching. We are in a public space, the casino floor, so I treat it as day game. But I should touch more and see what happens.
Two girls standing around on the street. Horse girl. They look like they’re scared I have an ax behind my back. I leave before they call the cops.
Three girls coming out of the 7-Eleven. Horse girl, they are amused but I let them go after.
Sales girl standing at door. Horse girl. Laughs, forgives me, but her manager was evesdropping nearby and weirded me out. Shouldn’t have ejected.
A group of girls are walking around with ice cream. Nomad opens them. I move to a blonde and she says she likes my hair. I thank her and horse girl her. Her pastor pulls her away.
Two girls leaving the casino. I horse girled them until they were at the exit, then let them leave.
Winged Nomad on two girls waiting for the volcano show. Boring as hell, didn’t give me anything. Still Nomad was isolated in conversation with the cute one.
On the monorail Nomad opened a cute and a fat girl. I chatted with the fat one in between phone calls. She was nice.
Two girls sitting at a bar with five guys around. I sat next to one, horse girl, she admits it’s her but she’s being interrupted by the guys a lot. I’m not warmed up, my voice is not projecting, and I’m not commanding the girl’s attention. Nomad wings me but later tells me they were ice cold to him. I tell her she’s got a small brain. She’s offended, so I tell her I’m the biggest douchebag in the world. Conversation goes nowhere. I leave.
Nomad passes by two hot girls, who laugh as they walk by us. Obviously they noticed us. We follow them and Nomad opens them. I immediately talk to the other girl. The girls try to take our pictures. I run smart tests, read her palm, and do secret spots of the vagina. I probably overgamed but I didn’t want to undergame. I started getting details about her life and relating to her, but it was too late, I creeped her out. Nomad tried to get drinks with them but as soon as they found Elvis they left.
I saw a hot girl walk by. I followed her, horse girl, Brad Pitt, smart tests. She arrived at a club that I wouldn’t be able to enter so I left her. I should have gotten her number.
Nomad goes in to talk to two girls waiting for the bartenders to dance on the bar. They are married but fun. I have my hand on one girl’s back for a bit but after the dance they leave.
Two girls at the bar, Nomad is a pussy. I go in, horse girl, introduce my twin brother. I’m touching the girl’s hair and back. The friend just had her bachelorette party and they are winding down. Tonight’s their last night in town. They leave to a club without us. We should have taken their numbers or gone in with them.
A hot girl is teaching a guy how to play a slot machine. Looks like a wife or girlfriend. Whatever. I nervously do horse girl. I command the attention of the four people in the group. I leave after.
I see a girl sitting by herself at a slot machine. I sit next to her, horse girl. “That seat’s taken.” “Yeah I’ve got to go soon, but do you like horses?” I finish horse girl. A guy comes by and tells me I’m in his seat. I get out and apologize, then leave.
Nomad sees a girl and wonders if she’s a ho. I horse girl her. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She says she’s not my type. I ask what there is to do around here, she says she doesn’t party much. I ask what she’s doing here if not partying, she says she’s working. Okay, she’s a ho. I leave. We take the escalator up but she takes the elevator and we meet again. I accuse her of stalking me and walk by.
A girl is giving out fliers. Horse girl. She stops responding so I leave.
An Indian girl and her Asian friend are walking along. Horse girl. Nomad wings me. The Asian girl is dragging her the whole time. Eventually we are left behind.
Three girls walking down the casino. Horse girl, it’s not her, her friends drag her away before Nomad can wing me.
Three girls looking over a table. Horse girl, it’s not her, all girls leave.
A girl in a white turban-like thing is walking alone. Sex last week, smart tests. She doesn’t understand what I’m saying, she speaks French. I increase the touching since there is a language issue, but she tells me to stop. Some guy comes by and she leaves with him.
We walk by a hair extension booth and an ugly girl asks if I’m a member. I ask, “A member of what?” as I continue walking away. I notice one of the girls is really hot, and so does Drew. I have creative avoidance because she’s helping a customer. Drew asks, “So what?” He’s right. I circle the booth, looking at stuff to buy time. The ugly girl reopens me. Apparently I horse girled her a few weeks ago. I am unforgettable. We chat a little. The hot girl is free so I prod her for hair extension advice. She doesn’t give much back. Drew and I are bored so we leave.
We walk around the mall and come back. This time the hot girl is alone. I make her give me hair extensions again. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. “Um, I don’t think I should answer that.” She says she shouldn’t talk to me because she’ll get into trouble with her manager, who is apparently spying on her through a security camera. I tease her again and when I walk up to her she smiles but says we really can’t talk. In retrospect I should have said, “Okay, let’s do our dirty talk in private. Give me your number.”
I walk around and the ugly girl reopens me again. She’s cool so I hug her. She tells me not to do so, her manager is watching and indicates that he’s looking down from the floor above. I respect that, so we just chat a little more. She asks me where we met again, and I tell her the name of the bar. We leave.
We walk by another hair extension booth and the sales girl is a hot blonde. Horse girl, not her, bye bye.
We discussed how hair extension booths always have hot sales girls. Then we went to another store we knew had hot sales girls.
Drew talks to one girl while I went for the manager. The manager was a tiny girl with a hat so I naturally pet her, which she hates. So I pet her some more. Chatted a little. Drew tells me to invite her to our show. I look at her, then reluctantly ask her for her number. She gives it. I pet her again.
I see a mom and daughter in the novelty section. I pick up a woman remote, point it at the mom, and repeatedly jam on the “get me a beer” button, saying it doesn’t work. She laughs, I say “I guess batteries aren’t included” and walk away.
I see a cute girl at the cashier. She’s just about done. I ask, “Do you like horses?” She says yes, but the cashier tells her to swipe her card again. She swipes the card and is busy getting her stuff. I command, “Are you paying attention?” She jumps and says yes. I finish horse girl but she goes back to her mom.
Two girls walking toward us. I stand in their way and stop them while doing horse girl. They are hooked but I let them go because they look really young. I just wanted to test how well I could stop two walking girls so I’m happy.
A girl in the build-a-bear workshop. Horse girl. I leave because she looks too young.
I go home and Nomad wants to go out. I shower and he has phone sex with a girl for hours. Ugh. We make it out to the rocker club at 1:00 a.m.
I go in and for some reason I am unmotivated and don’t approach anything for a few minutes. I recognize this and open a blonde, a brunette, and a guy. Horse girl, smart tests, get logistics. I pull Nomad in. An Asian girl I met a few weeks ago grabs my arm. I hug her and try to pull her into the group, but the blonde and brunette are talking to each other. I talk to the Asian girl for a few seconds. She seems to want to leave so I hug her and tell her I’ll see her later. The blonde and brunette both have to go to the bathroom.
I find the Asian girl and her roommate talking to a guy, so I talk to her roommate. We hug and I tell her she doesn’t fit in, that she should have a mohawk. The Asian girl blows out the guy and I tell her the same thing. The two girls chat with each other and leave me out so I backturn them.
A cute girl walks by me, cutting through the crowd. I hold her, horse girl, shedding cat. She smiles and walks away.
I see a girl standing by herself. I start horse girl but she’s hugging me already, so I switch to sex last week. It’s not her. She’s too drunk for smart tests so I just dance with her a little. She asks me to buy her a drink, then tries to be sly and tells me we should go for shots. I agree, then tell her, “You get the first round, I’ll get the next round.” She shoves me away and yells something at me. I laugh in response and walk away. She pulls me back and yells at me some more, I laugh again and walk away.
Nomad’s friend pointed out two girls that were opened earlier. I went in with horse girl. She challenges me midway, “Why are you telling us this?” I respond with, “I’ll tell you in a minute,” then continue. She interrupts midway and tells me she’s heard this line already and both girls tell me to fuck off, shoving me a few feet away. Now I’m in state! Unfortunately I don’t see anything I want to approach.
Nomad and I are sick of this place so we leave.
My day game is more solid but I ejected a lot due to the age factor. Creative ejection?
I was losing faith in my night game skills but that could be because I am still trying to approach with low state, rather than raising my state. This experiment is over — I can approach with low state. Now I need to work on increasing state quickly.
My sense of entitlement has turned into creative avoidance. I don’t want to approach ugly or fat girls so I don’t approach them girls at all. That’s not why I’m here.
Calibrating has me thinking a lot about which opener to use and how to say it. My horse girl was not blown out due to overqualification tonight, surprisingly.
I haven’t been shotgunning and my conversations feel short despite not being overqualified. I should try shotgunning routines again to see whether I get overqualified or not.
I’m working on too many things at once, all these variables are messing with my results. I need to go back to basics a little.
Woke up early to get ready for my date with Blue Girl. She’s 18, has blue hair, and is scared to get into strangers’ cars. I don’t think it’s because she’s damaged, I think she’s just young and scared of the world. Logistics were bad: I can only meet her alone if I go to her school, she doesn’t trust me to be alone in my part of town. I decided to build that trust.
I shipped Martyr off and met up with Blue Girl. We explored the area. I pointed out restaurants she never noticed and led her around, telling her where to eat. She asked about me and I shared my identity and cool stories that happened recently. I didn’t game her hard because I wanted to be attainable. My identity stories should be attractive enough in this instance. I encouraged her to tell me about herself and related to her in choices of music, family, traveling, and skiing/snowboarding. I lightly touched her arm a few times but not too much.
School ends in a week for her, and she’ll be going back to San Francisco after that. I’ll be in Vegas next week. Oh well, I guess I won’t be seeing her before school ends. She said she will be back in July though, and that she’ll let me know.
I told stories about the house, to tempt her to visit. It worked, she wants to visit. Hopefully she’ll be alright with visiting alone.
After lunch we went to a park where there was a dog adoption fair. She loves dogs.
There wasn’t much else to do in the area and she had a project to work on so she walked me to my car. I offered to drive her to her dorm but she refused, saying she needed the exercise anyway.
I was falling asleep on my drive back. Two days of day game and night game and then a date really drained me.
I go to the supermarket with Nomad. I see a cute girl, horse girl. I was still sleepy so my delivery was pretty bad. It wasn’t her, she leaves.
I take a long nap. I am tired but I am also antsy staying home. I don’t have the motivation to go out alone, I just don’t want to be home.
I make a few phone calls to girls I recently met. Nobody picks up. A few minutes later one girl calls me back but she doesn’t remember me at all. She’s not playful and tells me to not call her again. I tell her she’s the one who called me. We hang up. Minutes later her husband calls me, trying to clarify things. I told him I was drunk, she called me, I don’t know who this is. I told him that we should just leave it as one of life’s unsolved mysteries and move on. He apologized for calling me in the middle of the night and hung up.
I hang out with the other house. We go to a few venues and I push them to approach. The Janitor asks me to do demos but I refuse because it won’t help them and every girl I approach means one less girl for them to approach. Plus I just want to be out.
After talking with Nomad last night, I decided that I am here to spend time with Martyr, not to game like crazy. That made me feel better about chatting with him versus approaching anything that moved.
I met Martyr, Tank, and his friend at the mall. Tank was talking to a girl in the bookstore so we explored the rest of it. Tank’s friend points out a girl on the floor below to Martyr. Martyr’s a little bitch so I start walking to her — then I spot a cute blonde to my right. Since she’s right here, I go in and do horse girl with a shy tonality. She laughs and forgives me. She’s English, went to the same concert I went to on Monday, and is visiting for two months. She’s got a sexy soft-spoken English accent. This is the first girl to make me nervous since I’ve been here. I let it show, I think it prevented overgaming. I touch her arm every few seconds. We chat for about twenty minutes but I don’t move her around for an insta-date. I get her e-mail because she doesn’t have a SIM card yet but she says she’ll get one tomorrow. She says she needs to go to a poetry thing upstairs and I stupidly leave instead of going with her. I am retarded.
I see a hot girl walking toward the elevator. The elevator arrives so in she goes. I was about to approach when an equally hot girl comes out of the elevator. I switch targets and follow the second girl. Horse girl. She forgives me, we hug, but she is late for work so I let her go.
Tank and his friend are tired of Martyr so they pass him off to me. We go to an indoor mall.
Martyr sees a hot tall blonde and wonders how tall she is. I tell him to find out but he’s a little bitch. I horse girl her, sitting midway. We chat for about ten minutes but she has to go to work. I get her number.
Martyr tells me he hasn’t been called out for being a pickup artist in LA yet, so we go into a clothing store and I ask the sales girls if he looks like a pickup artist. The four of us chat about looks and fashion. I joke around but don’t run hard game to prevent over-qualification. We talk about making our own clothes. One of the sales girls seems really young but she’s in college so she’s legal. She’s into me so I get her number.
We have a late sushi lunch. We openly talk about pickup and how he’s assisting bootcamps. Some Asian guy next to him asks him if he’s a coach. I instantly shut off all conversation and ask for the check. I don’t need anyone identifying who I am, I’m here to learn, not to meet new wings. The guy stacks story after story and Martyr is too nice to ignore him. We get the check, pay, and leave in the middle of his story.
We both take naps back at the house in preparation for tonight.
Nomad, Martyr, and I go out. The velvet rope drops as we arrive, but the guy lets us in anyway.
I see three girls and a guy talking. One girl is sitting facing the bar while the one in red is facing away. I stand between the two and open with shy horse girl. It works okay, but they lose interest or I don’t stack. Their table is ready so I steal their barstools. I win.
One of the three girls from the previous group keeps eyeing me. She goes to the bathroom. I follow her and wait along the path to the bathroom. Martyr comes out and I tell him to chat with me as I wait. She comes out. She already heard horse girl so sex last week. It wasn’t her, walks away. I go pee. I win.
Three girls — skinny, fat, and tall — are at a table. Horse girl to the skinny girl. It’s the fat girl’s birthday. She’s the center of attention so I win her over. I stack material on the skinny girl but she’s not giving me anything. Martyr and Nomad wing me. The skinny and tall girls go get drinks, leaving the fat one. They can’t leave the birthday girl so ask if her boobs are real. Yes they are. The skinny and tall girls come back. Nomad and I discuss the situation. The two girls are giving us nothing so instead of trying to get them to blow us out we win over the birthday girl and use them for social proof. I win.
Nomad’s at the end of the bar working on two girls. I wing him. I’m touching the friend but she’s not giving me any feedback. They shut me out a few times but I force myself to chat with the friend. These girls are boring. Nomad blows himself out. I win.
Nomad’s sex last week is getting better results than mine so I ask him to demo. I try to match his delivery. He says I’m not projecting. I try again. Perfect.
I see a cute girl being pulled by through the crowd by her two friends. Sex last week. She laughs but gets pulled away. It works!
I see a girl about to go out the door. Sex last week. She goes out the door.
I see an Asian girl with some other girl. The Asian girl is more acceptable. Sex last week. Not her, blowout.
I see two girls and a guy. I open them, one girl says the guy’s her husband. I accuse them of polygamy. We chat a little but I blow myself out somehow.
I want to take Martyr to more venues so we go to the bars.
Chubby girl standing with her friends. Horse girl, tour guide. Her friends all leave. I try to take her number but she has a boyfriend. I win.
Nomad and Martyr are talking to two girls. I feel I should approach but a few girls are dancing and I feel socially awkward. I let the feeling sink in to lower my state.
Two girls walk to the wall. I ask if the brunette likes horses. She says she’s already heard that one. The blonde tells me to get the fuck away. Nice. I stand my ground and stare her in the eye. The brunette tries to calm the blonde down. The blonde tells me she’s going to call security. I don’t mind, I’m friends with the bouncer. I tell her I like where I’m standing. She tells me to fuck off again so I turn my back to her, standing where I am. They walk away. I win.
I see two girls leaving. I follow them out, horse girl. They’ve got work in the morning. They claim they are stewardesses. We chat a little more but they leave.
I go back in. Two girls are dancing. One of them eyes me so I go in situational, telling her her hoop earrings are huge and ask if she hula-hoops with them. I start air-hula-hooping and so does she. We dance, she grinds against me. She’s attracted but I feel she can be more attracted. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. I have my arm around her, I’m touching the back of her neck. It’s time to kiss her. I qualify her once more, asking how good of a kisser she is on a scale from 1 – 10. She says she doesn’t know, so I tell her, “Let’s fine out.” Mid-objection our lips meet and we make out for a few seconds. I push her off and tell her that’s all she gets, and that she gets a 7. She thinks I’m hilarious. She’s here with friends, who are her ride. One night stand number close. She tells me it was nice meeting me but I stay longer to make it more solid. I complain about the lack of afterparties in LA and suggest we have one at our house. She says to text her the location later. I want to isolate but I’m too pussy to do so. Instead I’m complacent with the number and kiss.
I leave the venue just in time. The bitch from earlier called the bouncer to kick out Martyr. We walk around and meet Gabriel. The four of us go for dinner.
Before it got too late I called blue haired girl for our date tomorrow. I used a state break opener, told her I knew she couldn’t sleep waiting for my call so I called to let her know I’m going to drop off my friend at around 1 and I’ll call her around 2 to meet up. Then I told her I had to get back to my friends and hung up.
Nomad hits on a group of girls waiting for their table. I talk to one of the girls but she’s constantly trying to dominate me. First she tells me to mispronounce her name to sound like a retard when I say it. I don’t comply and instead give her a nickname. I run smart tests, which she fails on purpose. I tell her she failed, which she responds with, “So this conversation is over.” I absurdify to, “This conversation was over five hours ago!” She tells me that’s impossible, and gives a lengthy explanation. She’s controlling the frame so I switch back to smart/hot/rich. Once again she fails and says “This conversation is over.” She talks to one of her friends so I turn my back to her.
After dinner we watch Gabriel game some girls. A tall blonde girl he was gaming opens me on her way to the cab, saying she loves my hair. I return the compliment and say I like hers, playing with it. She’s giving Gabriel her number as I do this. She tells me to get her number from Gabriel and to call her. She says she’s a southern belle so I need to chase her. I tell her she should stay away, that I’ll do bad things to her and shoo her away.
I know how to calibrate my day game for my outfit but for night game I either overqualify and blow out immediately or I go in too safe and can’t build attraction. It’s a learning experience every time I notice the girls are attracted, because I have to start thinking about what to say next rather than shooting a routine. Pretty fun.
Nomad and I meet up with Martyr and his entourage. It’s a rival schools showdown: Brad P. vs. ABCs of Attraction.
UCLA game.
Horse girl to girls waiting to cross the street. They don’t speak English.
Horse girl to girl waiting on line for Starbucks. Not her, walks away.
Two blondes sitting at the table next to ours. Sat down, bubble6969. Mom joins us, I vibe with the mom. Nomad joins us. Smart tests, small brain. “What brings you to LA?” “JetBlue.” The girls have been weirded out for a few minutes so we leave them alone. The girls were cute but the main reason I approached was that I knew they saw us, and I knew that bubble6969 wouldn’t fly, so I was afraid of using it — so I did.
UCLA’s pretty dead. I mean there are young girls, but no one’s really cute or hot. We go to another mall area. More people but still dead.
Martyr sees a girl go into a store. Says he’s going to wait until she comes out to approach. I go in and the hottest girl is folding clothes. Fuck it. Horse girl, smart tests. She interrupts me to help out a customer and felt awkward resuming it. I left.
Martyr sees a girl but doesn’t approach. I head to her but Nomad reaches her first. Damn him. On my way back I see another cute girl. Horse girl. It wasn’t her, she walks away.
Walking blonde, horse girl, not her, walks away immediately after hook question.
Two girls walking toward me. I try to Rodman them, horse girl. They split and try to walk around me so I walk in between them and finish. Nomad tries to wing me but there’s no saving it. They walk off.
I keep calibrating lower and lower but nothing seems to be working. Nobody loves me.
I’m not really affected by all the blowouts, I got to see Martyr so it’s all good. Plus I’m still getting looks from lots of girls. When I stop and think about it, I realize my horse girl is too high impact. Way too high. And the girls I’m approaching, especially during the day, are not that high value, so I’m coming off as a complete dick.
I take a nap. My sleep schedule is calibrated for day and night game: I wake up at 11 a.m., eat, do day game, come home at 7 p.m., take a nap until 9 p.m., do night game until 2 a.m., write field reports until 5 or 6 a.m. It’s kind of funny.
The nap resets my mood. I don’t feel shitty anymore.
I show Martyr some of the famous spots from The Game. I go in circles, opening the hottest girls in the bar.
Horse girl. Not her.
Horse girl. Not her.
Horse girl. Not her.
I see a group with a two girls wearing white cowboy hats and a few guys. I love the challenge. Situational, love the hats. Talk about it, tour guide, identity stories. The guys are blown out. I include one of the guys still standing there like a dork, just in case he’s friends them. But he’s just a dork. I start doing smart tests but the girls don’t speak English so they fall flat. They’re old and boring so I leave.
I switch to the psychologist opener because horse girl isn’t doing shit for me anymore. Horse girl, with my delivery and presence, makes me an asshole. Psychologist goes like this: “I’m really shy, and my friends told me I should talk to ten people every day. You seem nice. My name is Joker.” I also say it in a shy, beta way to emphasize that I’m really shy. It worked really well. I maintain the shy tonality mostly throughout the conversation.
Girl by pool table. Psychologist, identity stories. She eventually leaves but I get a hug.
A girl stares at me through a window. I go to the patio and do psychologist on her. She says I already opened her with horse girl. I disregard it and pretend I don’t remember. I befriend everyone but slowly get pushed out. I leave.
Nomad is talking to two girls, a blonde and brunette. I go in, then do psychologist. The brunette loves me. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She tells me to take her number.
Nomad is making out with some chick and later gets her on a seat. Psychologist. I ask if her boobs are real and grab them a few times. She grabs my crotch. We kiss. I convince Nomad to take her home first, I’ll find her friend. Apparently the plan failed because the friend finds Nomad and her and tears her away.
We go to another bar.
Two fat chicks. Psychologist. They’re super nice. We chat a little but I could go for hotter girls so I leave. Later they see me near the women’s bathroom and call me out. They ask if I remember their name, which I do. They love me.
I saw a hot girl cutting through the crowd. “I’m shy…” The dude behind her gets in my face and tells me to get the fuck away as he continues walking. I stare him down. He walks up to me and tries to intimidate me some more. He says something and I reply, “Nothing.” He leaves. Whatever.
Poker Face opens two girls. I wing him. Psychologist. I invite them to an afterparty, which they accept, but for some reason they leave.
Nomad’s talking to one girl when her friend opens me. She says she saw me last week. The girls are with two dudes. Nomad invites them to an afterparty. Nomad tells me my girl is not together with the other dude but I’m too pussy to properly deal with the guy. We get all four of them to the house. There isn’t booze in the house. My girl says she has booze in her car so we tell her to get the booze. All four decide to go. I follow to “navigate”, to make sure they get back to the house. The dudes tell us it’ll be fine, they know how to get back, but I know better. We arrive at the car. I call shotgun. The other girl cuddles with me in the front seat so it’s the two girls and me in the front, and the two guys with trash in the back. We drive back to the house but my girl and one of the dudes stay outside and make out. Oh well, at least one dude’s out of the picture.
A few minutes later they return. The guy who’s after my girl decides to steal some alcohol and run out the house. I convince his friend to make sure he’s okay. As soon as the guys are out the door I lock it. My girl seems upset that the guy she just made out with stole her alcohol and search for him. Eventually both girls come back and go home.
Meanwhile The Brain and Poker Face have three girls. I was interested in the sober white chick but I didn’t game her. She got pissed off and took off with the other girls. Oh well, I should have gamed her instead.
I learned a few things today. My horse girl delivery is still too high impact. My psychologist opener is very low impact and generates little attraction, so I need to find a happy median between the two. I still got numbers off the psychologist opener though, and I still use my stack. It’s hilarious qualifying girls with smart/hot/rich while feigning shyness.
I should have been more aggressive in getting rid of the two guys once I knew they weren’t together. I had several chances but I let them invade our house. Oh well.
I’m slowly learning the difference between overgaming and undergaming.
Dylan and I go to Costco. I now have a lifetime supply of gum.
Nomad and I go out. I see two girls on the street, kind of thick. Horse girl. She asks me lots of questions and I frame control everything. I get forgiveness. The friend is also giving me lots of shit but in a negative way. Nomad wings me a little. They leave but the girl says to her friend, “You are such a bitch!” She was just a warm up approach but she won points with her personality.
Nomad sees his friend on the corner. I open him with horse girl. Some black dude got in my face immediately, it was funny. Apparently the black dude just met Nomad’s friend. The three of us go to a cantina. I see two girls and a guy. The blonde looks cute from behind. Horse girl to the blonde to the group. She’s from New York so we vibe off that. The blonde is old and married to the guy so I switch to the brunette, who turns out to be pretty cute. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. I take her by the hand to show her something. We go to the back room. I show her around. It’s her first time here. We talk about snowboarding. Tour guide intern. I go for the number and she heads back to the friends. I stop her before we get back and call to verify. The three players leave.
We go to a Persian club. I’ve never met Persians before but now I know they’re overrated.
Some birthday boy gets us in for free. Sweet.
Three girls come up to me. They recognize me from before. I opened them with horse girl apparently. She tells me to call her so I ask for her number. She’s pissed off, because apparently I already have it. I can’t save it. Whatever.
Tonight I decided to practice the small brain routine and the one night stand number close. Since we’re in a Persian club I decide to do the Persian mechanic routine as well. Social freedom makes practicing routines a piece of cake.
Birthday boy asks if I’m a PUA. I play dumb. He said he wanted me to wing him. Sure, he got me in after all. He points to a girl he wants but doesn’t approach. I see three girls in front of his girl so I open them with a safe situational opener just to befriend them, with the plan to social proof us and merge if necessary. As I’m doing this he goes in for the kill. I manage the group a little but he gets blown out. Okay, playtime’s over. Persian mechanic. They hate it of course and leave.
I really don’t see too many hot girls. Just not into them. I see two tall white girls. Horse girl, she’s offended. Smart test, small brain. They leave.
I see Nomad with two Persians. I wing the less cute one. She’s attracted so I just run tour guide intern. Her friends leave. I talk with her some more but I know she’s going to join her friends soon so I get her number and verify it. She says it was nice meeting me and leaves.
Nomad’s talking to two English chicks. I work the fat one for a while. She shows me her tramp stamp. I reluctantly look. Nomad finally pulls out the blender routine and off she goes. Sweet, I’m off the hook.
I open a bunch of girls with Persian mechanic but it never goes well. Sometimes I open then use smart tests then small brain and that doesn’t go well either. Either way I’m having a lot of fun being a dick. I’m the biggest dick in LA.
Nomad sees a door that leads to another part of the club but says there’s no handle. I see a hole in the door so I go pull it. It cuts my finger but I get it open. There’s a bouncer on the other end that tells me I can’t be here so I leave. Social freedom got me cut on a door that may have cut many other people before.
I’m alone much of the time but completely comfortable. I walk around as though I own the place though this is the first time I’m here. I walk into a VIP area and Nomad gets blocked, but since he’s talking to me he gets let in. He then games two girls in the VIP area. To ensure reentry I befriend a dude in the VIP area.
We’re all sick of Persians so we leave.
I see a hot girl with an ugly friend waiting for their ride. I sense Nomad’s going to open them so I shove him aside and do horse girl. They don’t like it and walk away. Nomad calls me a bastard.
We go to a bar. Nomad says the only cute girl is the blonde behind me. She’s with a guy. Horse girl. She’s initially miffed but I explain my way out. In the end the guy and girl both love me and Nomad. The guy looks the only thing keeping him from kicking my ass is the fact that I might have really mistook his girl for some chick I knew a while ago so I leave.
A few girls are crowded into a photo booth. I crawl in, sex last week. Not her, blowout.
We go to a basement bar. I see a big group of ugly people. I sit right down and do horse girl. They are repulsive but I wanted to test my courage because it was a big group of people. I couldn’t get more than two people’s attention, out of six. Oh well. I don’t want them at all so I eject.
I see a couple sitting together. Horse girl while standing. I deliver it well, the guy doesn’t kick my ass. I manage to get the girl to stand up to give me a hug. I run the one night stand routine without asking for a number, just for practice.
Two girls are walking in the street. Horse girl from afar. I finish. Hot girl’s drunk, ugly girl’s sober and protective. I try to isolate by asking for cotton candy. Ugly girl’s watching the hot girl like a hawk and follows us as I try to isolate. Nomad and his friend abandon me. Last ditch effort, one night stand. Drunk girl turns me down. I leave.
A girl stares me down as though she knows me. She’s in a crowd with five guys and another girl. I go right in, assuming we know each other. I run some game but try not to use routines because Nomad’s using them. I run out of stuff to say and she walks away. My repertoire needs work.
We go to a rocker bar. I say hi to the bartender and tell her about my finger. She says she doesn’t have a first aid kit but pours me a shot to disinfect the cut. I thank her.
Nomad tells me a girl didn’t like sex last week. I sit next to two girls at a booth and tell them the story. They love sex last week. We chat a little. Some guy comes in and the girl I opened leaves. I’m stuck winging Nomad on the set I opened. Ironic! That’s okay, I’m gathering information from the guy about cool places to go to and practicing projection by leaning back and talking over the music. I tell Nomad’s girl he hasn’t seen your boobs yet so you have to show it to us. She ignores me. Nomad is done and we leave.
Dark haired girl on the street, sex last week. No it wasn’t her. I see her again later buying hot dogs. “Hey, I know you!” “No we didn’t have sex last week!” She leaves.
A black chick outside the bar has cool hair color so I compliment her. I slightly over-game her but recover every time. We role play as Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. I’m not interested in her so I don’t go for the number, I’m just socializing. She invites me to watch her DJ.
Nomad says his friend wants us to defeat some cockblocks for him. We go back into a bar where a girl he talked to earlier is with her friends. I go in and befriend the friends. The fat chick really digs me. I talk about afterparties and how they are nowhere to be found LA. I suggest we have an afterparty at our place, saying we have a full bar and a fire pit. They’re down but when the fat chick tries to get her friends to join she doesn’t have permission. Oh well. I keep chatting, running no game, just telling my life story. She gets my number. If she calls and is down to fuck then I’m game but I’m not going to make any effort. Outside, the target is being hit on by two drunk guys. Nomad’s friend is hoping for the girl to blow them off by that’s our job. I go in, block off the girl, and innocently ask for a cigarette. The girl takes this chance to escape. They were originally pissed at me for cockblocking them but forgive me quickly. We become best friends.
Nomad opens a secretary-looking girl. I occupy the friends. One of the girls is a lesbian. Secret spots of the vagina. She knows it all. We take pictures. I try to get the secretary’s number but Nomad gets it. Good boy.
I saw a cute girl in an SUV about to leave. Horse girl. She rolls down her window. Horse girl again. She forgives me but we only shake hands. She’s about to drive away and I stop her again, asking what’s up with the post-it on the steering wheel. Apparently it’s her to-do list. She drives away.
I was on fire tonight. My newfound arrogance has eliminated all social anxiety. The only point I felt anxious was when I tried to isolate the girl at the cantina. But I felt it and acted upon it, with good results. I was standing around a club looking for the next stimulation rather than trying to not look stupid. I entered sets fearlessly, not giving a fuck who was in it. I winged without hesitation and came up with great stuff to say. Girls gave me looks and I opened them.
I attribute this to field time, maca, cologne, going solo (then going with Nomad), and working on approaching with low state.
We went to Hell night, the monthly goth party. I again did my state lowering exercise but again I didn’t feel any anxiety approaching. I felt very unmotivated because everyone there was fat and ugly.
Scientology girl crossing the street toward me. Sex last week. It wasn’t her, she’s been married for ten years.
Girl with purple hair buying stuff. Sex last week. It isn’t her, says she has a boyfriend, but I continue talking to her. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She’s friendly. I get bored of her so I leave.
Saw a girl standing by herself. Opened, smart tests. I ask two hard questions, each followed by an easier question because she failed them. She tried hard to impress me so attraction was high. Then I fucked up and followed up with smart/hot/rich out of habit. She was taken aback. I tried to recover by saying it was a joke, then chatted normal stuff. After a few minutes she said she had to smoke and ran off.
Girl with the side of her head buzzed. She seems to recognize me but it’s really loud and I don’t hear a word she’s saying. Sex last week. She digs into her purse and gives me her MySpace. I wipe it with my ass and throw it out.
Hot girl walking through the crowd, sex last week, walked right by me.
Short blonde girl, sex last week, wasn’t her, walked away. Later reopened with sex last week again. I couldn’t hear most of what she said and she eventually left.
Nearly naked tall black girl with black lipstick. Sex last week. Not her, walks away.
I stand in the middle of the smoking area for a few minutes to lower my state. Feeling shitty, I go talk to a tall girl with an eye patch, who is with a girl and a guy. Situational about her eye patch, then we continue chatting. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. I touch her more after she jumps through my hoops. I introduce myself to the friends. The guy blows up the set or something and the friend pulls my girl away. Now I’m left with the guy. Great.
I see a cute girl with a guy and a girl. Horse girl, regular conversation. Tour guide. She’s a lesbian and the girl is her girlfriend. Secret spots of the vagina. I decide that these lesbians are mine. I’m not going to fuck them, I’m just going to blow out the guy. I start talking to the two of them about sex, which made the other guy uncomfortable. The girls play along. Eventually he leaves and I’m bored with them so I leave too.
I avoid Hell Girl all night. Eventually her friends catch me so I say hi but immediately need to go to the bathroom. Sorry, I’m a 10.
I’m bored of Hell Night. Nomad and I leave.
We see a door girl. Nomad starts walking toward her but I am closer. Sex last week. It wasn’t her. She’s not into it. The bouncer takes a few steps toward me. I leave before he punches me in the face.
Nomad opens a walking group of three girls and one guy on the street as I stand in front and try to slow them down by walking slowly in front of them. We all go into a bar. I occupy the guy a little but he ditches me to talk to the girls. The obstacles all go to the bar, leaving Nomad with the girl. I stand between Nomad and the obstacles to intercept them if they come back. Eventually Nomad finishes and asks me if I want to go.
While I was standing guard I saw a blonde and brunette on the dance floor. I go to them and as I’m about to open the blonde, she recognizes me. Apparently I opened her a few days ago but I don’t remember her at all. I befriend the brunette but I can already tell the brunette’s friendlier than the blonde. Nomad wings me. I run smart tests on the brunette, then call her a dork and the blonde a party girl. The brunette denies it, so I switch it up but she denies it again. I say one of them has to be a party girl, otherwise they wouldn’t be at a bar. She says they are with two other girls. The two girls join us, a hot secretary and a redhead. I befriend them as well, telling them they must be the party girls. I name the hot secretary Hurricane Katrina. The blonde wasn’t having being hit on by guys so she pulls them all to the dance floor. I tell Nomad what I heard from Jake, that four girls means they are out together and there is going to be no cock involved, now matter how ridiculously good looking the two guys. I give up instead of trying to work it because I’m a lazy bastard. Of course I would have learned more had I tried.
I see an Asian chick at the bar. Sex last week. She walks away.
As we leave, a short brunette opens me. I get the sense she’s down for fun so I follow up with sex last week. I was right — she loves it. I immediately tell her I’m leaving, and that if we keep talking it’ll turn into another one night stand and I’m looking for something more substantial, so give me her number and we’ll make it a regular thing. I get it and I leave.
On our way back to the car we see the Scientology girl again. I accuse her of stalking me. She says she’s been working here 13 years. I accuse her of preemptively stalking me, then act impressed and say she’s good. As she walks away she asks if that’s a new pickup line, to which I absurdify, “It’s the newest pickup line in the world!” Nomad and I crack up the rest of the way home.
Tonight was pretty boring. I tried to lower my state and approach. I don’t know if I achieved the state lowering part, but I didn’t have trouble approaching. The only problem was that the girls were all fat and ugly. It’s usually a form of creative avoidance but I don’t think that’s the case tonight.
I’m doing things to experiment and entertain myself. I’m getting bored in the field, which to me means I am not anxious. I’m handling groups, I hit on lesbians to blow out the guy, I try lowering state, I calibrate. The only thing I still lack is drive.
It is so hot. But I must work out. Pull-ups: 7, 3, 2
Went to a supermarket with Mr. S. I go throw out garbage and on my way back to the car I see a cute girl walking toward me. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Gotta go, sorry, let’s meet up. I get her number.
We meet up at a mall with The Brain. We missed our free Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Oh well.
I saw a hot girl walking with a group of people, showing them around. As I walked up to them she got on her cell so I hang around, just looking around. That’s the beauty of day game, you can just be casually observing, you don’t have to always be doing something. She gets off the phone so I walk up to her. As I arrive some other people join her. I ask the group what they do, because they all had name tags. A cute brunette pipes up that they’re a hotel magazine and describes everything. I do a watered down version of tour guide because she was interested enough to give me so much info. I lightly touch her arm. She gives me her card, which is her work number I’m sure, but we’ll see where this leads.
Mr. S opens a girl at a sunglass shop. The girl says she’d fuck him in those sunglasses, then looks at me and says she’d fuck me as-is. My ego grows.
I see a hot girl in the food court. I chase her around a little because she walks erratically. I finally corner her at the Chinese food place. Horse girl. I go for the hug and she puts her hand out to stop me. I get the hint and leave.
I go to a tourist bar with the promoters, the new guys, and the one and only Dylan McKay! Tonight I decided to try a new exercise: low state approaching. If I can train myself to approach in low state, I can prevent shitty nights where I do not approach at all. Also this will give the new guys first dibs on the girls.
I see a girl with a tiara. I ask what’s with the tiara, princess? She says it’s her birthday. We hug and she introduces me to her friends. We chat, take pictures, and have a great time. I get her number (for the pictures, of course).
I see a girl with purple hair. Horse girl. Dylan wings me. I play with her hair, ask about it. Eventually they leave.
I see Dylan talking to a hot brunette and blonde. I wing him. The blonde loves my hair. Eventually the brunette leaves and the blonde leaves a minute later.
The most uncomfortable place in the bar is at the karaoke place — it’s loud and the singer’s stealing all the attention. So I go there and talk to the hottest girl. Sex last week, she loves it. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. Overqualified. She introduces me to her friends as a player. I try to reengage her but she ignores me.
I nudge Poker Face to approach, and he opens two girls. I immediately compliment the friend’s bag and chat general chit-chat to delay them from leaving.
I see The Brain sitting with a girl and a guy. There’s a seat between The Brain and the guy, so I sit down and cold approach the guy, complimenting his pendant and chatting until the girl leaves to go to the bathroom. I never acknowledge The Brain.
I see a brunette sitting by herself with some people standing around the table. I sit next to her, opener. She’s pretty hot so I stack. Her fat friend says she’s going outside and asks her to join. The brunette decides to stay, which means she’s attracted, so I start normal talk. A few minutes later the fat friend comes by again and the brunette leaves with her. I later see them outside and invite them to an after party at the house but they never come, of course.
I see two Indian girls sitting outside. They are not hot and they eyed me the moment I went out. I was overqualified before I opened so I used a situational opener. I only used normal talk and eventually got the cuter girl’s number.
I see two hot girls at the bar. Sex last week. I don’t care what she says and start calling her Danielle. I try to engage the friend. Danielle is ignoring me but I plow more routines. Brad is on my shoulder whispering, “Don’t eject!” They eventually get their drinks and leave. Bye Danielle!
I walk around with Dylan. We walk outside and a group of girls stare at us. I smile and say, “Hi!” One white girl claims I look just like her cousin. We chat a little. They ask to take pictures with us. We take a few pictures and chat a little more, then they all leave unexpectedly.
We leave the bar. On our way to the car, a guy tells a girl on the street that smoking is bad. Dylan and I encourage her to smoke. I horse girl her. She gets on the phone. I bum a cigarette. Now we have to talk. I continue horse girl but very watered down because she’s not hot. Tour guide. I get her number.
A guy and girl walk in my direction. They are friends with the previous girl. We chat. The girl introduces herself. Brad Pitt, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. I arrive at my car so I go for the number. She declines out of respect for the guy.
Dylan and I had incredible presence tonight. Girls were eyeing us, about half my approaches were warm. I overqualified easily. I am not used to being a 10.
Supermarket Girl with shopping cart, horse girl, not her, let her walk away.
Girl at freezer, horse girl, am I in a cult, biggest cult ever, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, nice meeting you
Asian girl, horse girl, walks away, hope I find another horse girl.
Nomad approaches girl, leaves me to wait on line. I see hot girl go to other line but am stuck. Nomad comes back, I go to her, sex last week, that’s a terrible thing to say to a girl, don’t ever say it again, so it’s not you? So you should leave now and stop talking to me.
As I drove back we saw two hot girls in the lane next to us. I finger roll hi to them, then as we drive and Nomad gets a better look he says, “Dude, I think they’re trannies!”
Jake texted Nomad about a concert they were going to, had a great time.
End of the night, saw two girls sitting in an velvet roped off area. Walked over ropes, sex last week, not her, walked out.
I was upset at myself for not opening anything, but I’ve always sucked at concert venues so I need to work on that. I was more concentrated on hanging out with the guys, I don’t think it was anxiety.
The guys bring back two groups, one with two girls and one guy and another with three girls and one guy. I’m helping a drunk girl down. She pisses on the wall. We arrive and she goes to the bathroom. The girls have a meeting. Jake goes in and convinces the drunk girl to drink water and sleep on the couch. So now there are the four of us (Nomad, Jake, Jake’s brother, and me), four girls, and two guys. Jake tells me to pick a girl. Jake and Nomad seem to have the pink and purple girls, Jake’s brother has the hotter English chick, so I’m stuck with the fat one. Oh well. I guess I’ll take one for the team. Hot tub! Turns out she’s married. Glass breaks everywhere. Cops come due to noise. I take pictures of the girls. Jake mouths something to me, turns out he wanted me to stop taking pictures. Nomad and Jake and two girls separate. Nomad drags girl into his room. Later other purple/pink girl look for each other. Jake tries to prevent her from getting in by telling them it’s a closet but she barges in. They’re together again. Girl gets yelled at by drunk girl’s dad. She’s pissed. English people leave. Girl is now pissy and taking it out on all of us. Jake kicks her out. She calls the cops. Jake kicks everyone else out. The girls don’t wait for the cops. Cops arrive, we tell them the story, go looking for the girls.
Brad teaches us about group control. Keep them on their toes with the gym teacher move: “Weinstein, what did I just say?” Throw these lines in to acknowledge group: “Hey do you know this girl?” “Are you with me here?” “How long have you known her?”
To ease calibration I should profile girls:
Girls already interested in you
Can’t wait to tell everyone to fuck off (plow, shotgun routines)
Somewhere in the middle, open for it if you’re good, will chill with you, will go back and forth between interested and disinterested
Boyfriend interviewers
Girls go through a relationship cycle: they have boyfriends, breakup, depression, party slut mode, feel like a ho, boyfriend search mode, find boyfriend, break up, repeat.
Vegas:
Some places have separate VIP area for girls only that don’t let guys in at all.
Triple kino in club, shoulder, waist, ass really quickly
Openers need to be shorter (“You are so in my way”, sex last week)
Put arm around as many girls as possible.
Three minutes max typically, social proof, open open open in close proximity, try to get four, attraction should be there for as many as possible, try to build jealousy
Easy to get attraction, kino, open, very easy.
Create jealousy, then do 10 minute conversations, screen for logistics
Walk through casino for wandering girls
“Hey are you Persian? That’s good, the guy who fixes my car is Persian, and he’s out of town right now, and it’s broke right now, I think I know what’s wrong with it but I might need you to help out this weekend.”
“Do you know who Michael Jordan is? My friend loved him, finally met, crushed, gave up, what if your idol dissed you? Like what if Madonna or Tori Spelling told you you wore too much make up and wouldn’t make it as a model, would you drop out of school and cry in your basement?”
“No, that’s not true. I don’t believe you. You just think that because you’ve got a smaller brain, and you’re a woman, and women have smaller brains. People have done studies on this, it’s been proven, it’s science, it’s a scientific fact, you just don’t understand because you have a smaller brain.”
Approaches I went out with Drew, the janitor, and The Brain.
I see two black girls in the corner. When I went for the hug she puts up two fingers and tells me not to touch her. I mock her and put up two fingers as well.
We go into a bar. It’s completely dead. We chat with the bartender a little and the other guys leave. I see two girls and one guy sitting at a booth. Horse girl while standing. Because I was standing the whole time, it became awkward. I didn’t transition and eventually ejected.
We go to another bar. I see girl1 dancing by herself, horse girl. Her friend, girl2, joins. I include girl2 in the conversation. Girl3, who I had kissed last night, approaches me, but I don’t remember who she is! I fake recognition and talk to her a little, then she gets distracted so I game the first two girls again. I put on a show for girl3, spinning, dipping, and spanking girl1 and leaving.
I go to Drew and tell him “I have no idea what I’m doing!” I walk back to girl3 but as I get close she comes out to dance with her friend, girl4. I talk to girl4, saying she’s dangerous and is stalking me. Girl3 says she can do whatever she wants to do. She beckons me to kiss her cheek but I refuse and instead go to the bathroom.
Drew follows me into the bathroom and we scheme. I’m hesitant to leave but recognize it as approach anxiety and leave. I chat with the first two girls, spinning and dipping her but ignore girls 3 and 4. Like I said, I don’t know what I’m doing.
Finally girls 3 and 4 leave. Drew tells me to wait. He goes out to reopen them but they are gone. Oh well. I shouldn’t have pretended to recognize girl3 in the first place, and instead made her work to have me remember her. I should have also escalated harder when she approached me, but this doesn’t happen to me every day.
I see three girls waiting for the light to cross the street. As I ask if she likes horses they cross. I walk alongside her. She asks for a cool club so I tell them where we’re going. She temporarily steals my frame, talking about where to go, but I go back to horse girl. I finish, get a hug. The girls are busy interacting with each other, getting cigarettes, lighting them, passing back lighters. It’s a big fight to get their attention. Eventually they hop in a cab and leave.
Two girls and a guy. From far away I start horse girl, try to Rodman them. It doesn’t work so I walk with them. Nope, it’s not her, she keeps walking away. I leave them.
We go to a college frat bar. The place is dead. We’re standing around when a girl says, “Excuse me!” I let her pass and she walks to the bathroom. We decide to leave. On my way out, I peer into the bathroom and see that she’s still waiting on line. I walk up to her, sex last week. She laughs, it wasn’t her, she’s from Jersey. We celebrate that we’re from the East coast. She seems attracted so we share commonalities. Then I run smart tests. 4×4 is 34 apparently. No, maybe that’s not her forte. What’s the capital of the US? Sacramento. Fail. She walks away, I wave her good bye. I should have stacked routines faster in the bathroom because by the time I used smart tests she was walking back to her friends, which tells me I didn’t have enough attraction to keep her there. When she failed the smart tests I should have punished her by teasing her instead of giving her another easy smart test.
Tonight was the first time I’ve tried a jealousy plotline. It blew up but it was a fun learning experience. My anxiety is getting lower and lower.
Nomad, Mr. S, and I learn about calibration today.
Girls’ values are self-perceived. It can fluctuate night by night, even minute by minute. In nightlife guys’ values are generally lower than girls:
hot girls
staff
average girls
fat girls
guys with girls
cool guys, no girls
uncool guys, no girls
Doing cold approach we can vault to the top. There are cases when an alpha male can go all the way to the top.
Just like a girl’s perceived value can fluctuate, so can a guy’s. If you have four girls you can be at top but ten minutes later can be at bottom.
Horse girl drops her value and raises ours. Opinion openers depend on how funny you are afterward — the question itself doesn’t help. Direct openers raise girls’ value, which gives her good feelings, but usually the value disparity fucks you up unless you equalize it. The exception is if you are on top of the hierarchy — then you can get away with it.
Some girls are 10s but have low self esteem, some girls are 7s but think they’re bad ass. Younger girls don’t know how to handle it, sometimes they can blow you out and sometimes can love you and immediately hate you.
If girl perceives you as equal value you don’t have to game the same way. If you’re higher you sometimes have to bring it down, other times you can leave it. If girl is an 8, you have to be an 8 to an 8.7. If you’re a 9, you’re overqualified. You’re going to throw her in the bang bus. If you’re too low you’re a social liability, you’re going to be needy, et cetera.
Over-gaming makes her think you’re weird. Same as if your value’s too low.
If it’s a really harsh blowout it’s because you’re overqualified. She just thinks you’re mean. Low value guys get treated like her little brother. It’s okay, it’s cute, but you won’t have a chance.
Girls sense incongruence, so they test like crazy, trying to poke holes at you.
Attraction Calibration If girl is feeling attracted to you, you don’t have to game as hard. Don’t plow her with material. Game sparsely. Unattainability is instant death.
Gauge attraction to make it not too high, but not too low. If a girl’s attraction is really high, sometimes just shut the fuck up and let the girls talk.
If there isn’t much attraction and they seek validation, smack it down and attraction shoots up. (“Oh you’re just trying to get into my pants”, cocky funny.)
If attraction is high, empathetic listening helps. If she’s talking a lot, she’s trying to prove herself to you — probably attraction is high.
Physical signals: flipping hair, looking at you, touching you. If she touches you first, attraction is very high. If she looks away, eyes darting around, attraction not high.
Over-gaming means you should just let girl talk, you’re talking too much. Empathetic listening will cause passive attraction, which doesn’t make you overqualified.
You can bring your value down or bring hers up, or both: “Oh you’re just being nice to me because I’m feeling nervous and you’re cute.”
When girl opens you, kino! It sends attraction through roof. Go straight to stage 2 kino — back of the neck.
Get a sense of entitlement — feel entitled to 10s.
Makeover Brad gives me, Nomad, and the janitor makeovers. He tweaked my punk rock so my pink hair becomes my showpiece. I bought a distressed denim jacket, simple black rock band shirts, a rocker belt, and really skinny black jeans. My balls hurt.
The makeover took longer than expected but since I was last I shouldn’t complain. We barely had time for food because we had to get to the venue before there was door discretion.
A friend from school is in the venue. She says hi and introduces me to the boyfriend. I tell her I need to get back to my friends and leave.
Four girls ask me to take a picture for them. I comply. Nomad and Mr. S tell me I should have take shots of their boobs, taken pictures with me in them, or something. It’s a bad habit I have to break.
The janitor challenges me to open four blondes to test my outfit. They love it. I chat some more, wish the girl a happy birthday. I leave because they are kind of old aka creative ejection.
The in-field portion of the workshop begins! Brad tells me to open a group in the corner and to make it smooth. I open with horse girl, very toned down. She responds okay. I don’t stack immediately. Conversation gets boring. I refuse to leave. The girl I opened was married, her husband was right there. There was a girl visiting but the positioning was off. Eventually the girls go to the bathroom and I leave as well.
I chat with Brad a little, then he pulls a girl over and starts shedding cat. I finish it and Brad combines the girl with Nomad and another girl. Brad observes as I play hard-to-get with all my personal info. He whispers that I’m over-confusion-gaming her, she’s already attracted. I build commonalities with her but conversation starts getting dry. I think of routines that Nomad doesn’t use. I grab her palm and read it. Then I do the blender routine. She’s so shocked she stands up, and the girls soon leave. I’m not sure if I destroyed Nomad’s set.
I open four dancing girls, horse girl. Not her, it’s too loud, I let her walk away.
Two girls, sex last week, not her, walks away.
I open two girls, chat. Two more friends join and ask me to take a picture of them four. I take one of them from their necks down. They tell me to take one more. I take another one of their necks down. I show them, they are not amused and leave, haha.
Sex last week with two older women. She admits it was her. We hug and hold each others’ backs. Nomad comes in and wings me. I get her number. I go for a kiss but she gives me the cheek. They leave.
Asian girl at the bathroom. Horse girl. She seems interested. I tone it way down and do tour guide. It’s pretty flat. Her friend joins her so I do tour guide on her. It falls flat. In retrospect, I was gaming to avoid attraction rather than keeping attraction at a limited level.
I tell Brad that calibration is making me forget my lines. He says that it’s normal, because I have a bunch of good habits now and I’m trying to add new good habits in, which causes existing habits to mess up. I tell him I was worried I was regressing, but he tells me not to worry about it — it’s part of the learning process.
I went back in and game harder again, while calibrating in the back of my mind.
I sit next to an Israeli girl, horse girl, smart tests, share stories while she continues twirling her hair. I screen for logistics but they are bad. I try to set up a date it’s no go. She says she has a boyfriend of four years but says we should keep in contact via Facebook. She gives me her e-mail. I try to isolate her, asking her to tell me about Israel but she doesn’t budge. She says it’s nice to meet me and I leave.
Throughout the night I am cocky-funny with my school friend. I tease her, kino her, accuse her of being abusive, play hard to get, kino her some more, befriend her friends and get them to gang up on her, push her around, spank her, make her my secretary, and dominate her socially, doing everything she supposedly doesn’t want me to do.
The venue closes and the staff kick us out. As I walk toward Brad a girl next to me insults a guy behind me. I point at her, say, “That’s mean!”, and reprimand her. She challenges me so I spank her twice. She spanks me so I spank her again. She likes it but I switch the physical interaction to a verbal one, which falls flat. She leaves with her friends.
One of two girls opens me with, “I love your hair!” I return the compliment, hold her in my arms, then run sex last week. She cracks up. Her friend pulls her away but I pull her back and tell her to give me a kiss. We kiss and she leaves. Also her sister was kidnapped in an SUV so they are forced to get into the trunk to the after party.
The guys drive home but I walk to pick up scraps. I see the girl I had sex last week with again and reopen her. She was talking to a guy but I go right in and hug her. The guy ejects with, “It was nice meeting you.” I ask where the afterparty’s at, she and her friend regroup. Another guy comes in and games the girl. I’m outnumbered so I walk ahead and hope for more girls as I walk home. There were none.
Tonight I lost motivation in the middle of the night. I felt the girls weren’t hot enough, probably because of the talk with Brad about feeling entitled to hot girls. I felt the place was too loud so I gave up. Then I gamed some more and it was fine, so I was down on myself for wasting time.
I had calibration on my mind the whole night. It messed me up in the beginning of the night but I think it’s become easier to note in the background. Girls love my outfit. I was opened and made out with a girl on the street in minutes. I slow-gamed a girl. I checked for logistics. I tried to isolate a girl. I did a lot of new things!
Brad comes by to check on our progress. I tell him I’ve been pushing harder, not ejecting, and gave a few examples. My phone is still shitty, though. He’s trying to figure out a way to reframe my bad phone experiences to encourage me to call more. I tell him that during my one night stand — back when I used Love System’s model — I was thinking, “Let’s see how far I can push this”, and the past few nights I finally started thinking this way again. He says it’s good and tells me that if I need to use a structure I should use it. I tell him I’ve been mostly working on identifying what I need to do one piece at a time — right now I I haven’t been isolating and my kino’s improving but not great. He tells me to work on isolating, kino, and kissing.
Brad drives and parks in a lot. As we walk out I see a girl coming in. Horse girl. It wasn’t her but she doesn’t leave. Instead of stacking, I creatively eject because I didn’t want to hold up the rest of the guys.
Brad opens two girls, one who has been showing off her white panties the whole time we were eating dinner. The girls ask about me and the other six guys standing around the table. He keeps it cool and tells them we’re his bodyguards. He touches their legs about six times through the course of twenty minutes. They were open to him off the bat. They become his girlfriends #9 and #10. He gets their numbers.
My homework for the night: Do not eject!
I observe Jake. The girls aren’t giving him anything but he repeatedly reopens them. A good model for persistence.
I see a guy and girl at bar. I think they are a couple but it’s probably creative avoidance. They are coworkers. We vibe a little. They are leaving so I go for her number. She doesn’t give her number out so I get the guy’s instead. Mixed sets are not always what they seem at first!
A girl walks past Jake and he says, “Dude, I’ve been holding her for ten seconds, how come nobody opened her?” I didn’t see the girl from behind Jake but I couldn’t let Jake’s effort go to waste. I followed her to the bar. Sex last week. We chat a little. She abruptly says, “I have to get a drink be right back,” and goes to the other end of the bar. I go back to Jake and the guys. Then I think, “Maybe it’s not a blowout,” and go back in. I tease her about having difficulty getting a drink and reinitiate the conversation. She escapes again with the same excuse to the other end of the bar. I accept the blowout.
We went to another bar. I open the first girl I see, who is with another girl and two guys. She insists that her friend was the horse girl but I control the frame and finish it on her. She pushes me to her friend again, who was hotter and more compliant so I horse girled her as well. After I finish, the two girls join two other girls and lock me out.
I see a girl with three guys. Horse girl. Guy1 interrupts repeatedly, asking if I’m a pickup artist. I act like I don’t know what a pickup artist is. I assume they’re not together and talk to the girl only. Guy1 asks gibberish, like “Have you rode the blueberry pony yet?” I tell him I don’t understand the question and he gets pissed that I’m not answering his questions. I explain I don’t even know what he’s asking. He says gibberish again so I ask the girl if she understands what he’s saying. The guy gives up and stops interrupting. The girl from the last approach comes in and asks if I told a story about horses, she says yes. She said I used the same line, then waved me bye and leaves. The girl asks if I used the same line all night, I absurdified and said yeah, that line got me laid 300 times last week. She asks if I watch the Pickup Artist show on MTV, I tell her I don’t and tell her to teach me how to pick up girls. She’s stumped. I continue my stack. Guy3 comes in, I befriend him. He asks about my hair and what product I use, lots of stupid questions. I see the Guy1 talking to the girl again so I ignore Guy3 (assuming he’s the wing) and go back to the girl, saying, “What were we up to?” She reminds me and ignores Guy1. I continue my stack. She says I’m very good, very confident, handled the guys well. I mock her and start complimenting her hair being shiny, earrings are beautiful, et cetera. She says she has a boyfriend and she lives in San Francisco, that it was bad timing on my part. She says she really has to talk to her friend (Guy3) because she’s here visiting him. I let her go.
I see a girl waiting outside the bathroom. Horse girl. Her friend comes out and pulls her away. Nomad tries to wing me, opening with “Hey are these girls bothering you?” Yeah they wouldn’t suck my dick after horse girl.
Jake and I stare at each other. His eyes shift left and I reflexively open her. Jake cracks up. Sex last week, she wasn’t having it, blowout.
Jake tells me to blow out a guy. He blows himself out, so I step in to block him from reentering. Done. Then I try opening the girls. Horse girl. Backturn. Oh well.
Someone touches my hair from behind, probably accidentally. I turn around and ask which one touched my hair, tell them if no one admits it they’re all going to detention. One girl says she’s never been in detention so I tell her she’s going to be initiated by spanking. I should have spanked her but she was fat. We talk some more. I give attention to the quiet Asian-looking girl but she doesn’t talk to me. She leaves the group and tries to pull the other girls by extending her hand. I reach to take her hand but she pulls away, haha. The group leaves, I hug the friendlier two.
Brad comes back. We go out.
I try to Rodman two girls, they keep walking so I walk with them. Horse girl not her bye.
Sex last week to a walking couple. Nomad wings me. Not her, the girl walks away.
Go to another bar.
I see a girl near the entrance, open, stack. Brad tells me to kino so I put my hand all over her back. She’s very boring. Bouncer tells us to clear the area so we go in. I don’t continue the conversation.
Brad jumps in front of a girl. She jumps on him and rides him. Moments later he taps my shoulder as he pulls the girl to the bathroom. It’s the four minute bathroom pull! I tell the other guys and we follow him. He tries out different doors but they are all locked. The women’s room opens and out come two of the girl’s friends. “Hey! How are you doing?” Brad pulls the girl into the bathroom and locks the door. Mr. S, Nomad, and I throw our hands up and cheer. I jump on Mr. S’s back and he carries me around the bar in celebration.
Feeling like I can’t ever top Brad, I give up and approach a girl. Horse girl. Shedding cat, she walks away.
The girl comes out of the bathroom. Brad comes out a few minutes later. He tells us that the girl was raunchy from the beginning, riding him almost immediately. He started biting her neck and they exchange words like, “I’m going to do bad things to you little girl,” and “Yeah? I’ve seen it all.” At that point Brad said he’ll show her something she’s never seen before pulls her into the bathroom, and starts jerking off. She said, “Pssh, I did this when I was 17.” She also repeatedly said Brad was too young, “What are you, 19?” Finally she said he’s too young, unlocks the door, and runs out of the bathroom with Brad’s dick still out.
Walking girl, horse girl. She likes it at first but at the end she’s weirded out and walks away. Brad says I over-gamed her. I’ve never over-gamed a girl just by the opener. I need to tone down the material on the street, make it more casual.
Two hot girls in pink caps. I start walking faster, Nomad walks even faster. I run and stop them, but Nomad arrives and horse girls them. Bastard! The blonde loves it but the brunette was hungry, though compliant. They walk into the parking lot so we leave them. Later, they walk out of the parking lot. I reopen them. The brunette says she’s hungry and drags her to the diner. We should have followed them.
Jake spots a girl standing by herself at the parking lot. I tone down horse girl on her. She loves it but her ride arrives.
I reopen Jake’s demo set but they don’t recognize me. I run a ton of material on her. She loves it but she’s preoccupied with her friends. I should have isolated her a few times, I should have gotten her number.
I see another blonde with three friends. Horse girl, not her. She walks away but I walk with her until she stops to wait for her friends. She walks back to fetch her friends so I talk to the other friends. They all regroup and leave.
The combination of cologne, maca, the coaches’ mere presence, and my accumulated experience made me push hard and have great frame control. I still didn’t isolate or kiss though.
I ran 2.4 miles, did 2 pull-ups, 18 hanging leg raises.
Nomad and I went to the mall.
We went to get parking validation. I saw a girl with a nice face looking for shoes. Horse girl, shedding cat, small chat, tour guide, smart tests. We talk a good fifteen minutes. She has to go to a lingerie store so I walk her, but we stop at the door. She gives me her card. I don’t know why I didn’t just go in with her.
I go back to look for Nomad. I see a hot girl and an older woman. I walk past them but double back and chase them down. Horse girl. It’s not her, but she feels a good energy coming from me. She’s a psychic and wants my money. She tries to sell me the psychic stuff while I try to qualify her with smart tests. Her mom steps in, asking if I’m going to buy or not. I say no, so they leave.
I see a ridiculously hot girl with an older dude in the food court. The older door scares me off. I tell Nomad but they’re gone by when we go back. I run into her again and Nomad agrees she’s ridiculously hot. I walk past her a third time. This time I double back and horse girl her as a guy is selling her hand cream. The sales guy doesn’t understand what is going on. I let her go after I apologize because her dude comes back and I’m still scared of him for some reason. I ruined the sale. The sales people at the stand glare at us as I tell Nomad we’d better go before they kick our asses.
We go to a lingerie store. I ask a girl for the mens’ room. She looks for the mens’ room key all over the store. When she returns I hug her and tell her she’s my savior. I tease her for having her name on both earrings, a big necklace plate, and a name tag. I pee. When I finish I can’t find her anywhere in the store anymore. I should have continued gaming her while we were alone in the bathroom area.
I see a hot mom with her daughter in parking lot. Horse girl, she loves it. She says she has to go to a dinner soon so I let her go. Plus she had a daughter so I didn’t continue gaming her.
We go to another mall.
I see a girl leaving the mall. I run after her, horse girl. I stall in between routines. She gets weirded out and leaves.
I see a white girl and Asian chick walking toward me, I Rodman them, horse girl. Midway through she says it’s not her and they walk around me.
A hot girl goes up the escalator so I follow her. Horse girl. It wasn’t her but I’m nervous and let her go.
I see a girl waiting for the elevator. As I arrive the elevator opens, so I go in with her. Horse girl. We get out of the elevator together. Shedding cat. She walks away from me.
I go into a store and a sales girl opens me. She introduces herself so I run shedding cat. I stop midway. There isn’t enough attraction so I leave before I weird her out. Because that’s the most important thing, to not weird girls out.
I see two hot girls walking. I catch up to them, horse girl while walking with them. I vary my walking speed to get them to stop but it doesn’t work. They enter a store. I think they are doing that to ditch me so I let them go.
I go to a department store and see a sales girl with really light blonde hair with an Asian sales girl. I ask her how she gets it so blonde, then play with her hair to feel if it is really dry. As she explains how she does her hair I tease them both. She says if I want to get my hair her color I have to use her bleach #50. I tell her I don’t want to bleach my hair her color, that’s way too crazy. They laugh and say, “But you have pink hair!” I say it’s my natural hair color, I eat a lot of flamingo. We’re having a good time but older sales ladies keep giving them stuff to do. I tell them I’m going to leave before I get them fired.
Night game with the new guys!
We went to a college frat bar. I had some anxiety so I walked around the venue showing it to the guys. We went to the dance floor but it was dead. We went back to the bar.
I saw a cute girl walking toward me, horse girl. She leaves after.
I see the guys in a huddle so I join them. Then I tell them to approach. They ask for a demo. I see a girl right next to the group so I oblige. Horse girl. Midway through her friend grabs her by the elbow and tries to pull her away, but she’s struggling to stay. Nomad intercepts the friend but she’s still holding onto her elbow. I apologize and open my arms for a hug. She breaks free from her friend to hug me, then her friend drags her off again.
Okay guys, demo’s over. I push the guys to approach girls to shake the rust off.
I see Nomad with two girls. I wing him with one of the new guys. The friend leaves so we do as well, but it turns out she returned a few minutes later. Oh well.
It’s getting late and Nomad’s out approaching so I feel left out. Alright, I’ve pushed the new guys enough, it’s time for them to spread their wings. I leave them to approach some girls.
I go out to the patio and see a girl making hand signals through window. Horse girl. A guy joins, who she says is her boyfriend. I continue. She accepts my apology but I don’t go for the hug. I leave.
I see a girl with sunglasses. Horse girl. Someone already asked her friend that. I switch openers. Do you know who Oprah is? Near the end of the opener she interrupts with, “What’s the point of this?” I reply, “I need to figure out why my friend thinks Oprah is hot!” I feel there’s no interest but she’s still here so I run smart tests. She passes my smart test so I give her a high five. Smart/hot/rich. A guy comes in they hug. As I introduce myself to the guy, and she escapes.
I see two hot girls sitting at the bar. Horse girl to the blonde. She’s unresponsive. Her friend is very curious and leans in so I put my arm around both girls. The brunette is more responsive so I smart test her. Her friend and her pass my tests. The friend throws a smart test at me, which I fail. She playfully shuts me down but I plow my next routine. Tour guide. Modified bodyguard routine (because I already assigned her my tour guide). Nomad wings me. Psychic routine, reckon/yonder, eat shit. She’s cracking up so much she covers her face with her hands. I tell her she doesn’t need to be shy, touch her face. Nomad gets blown out. Holy shit! I didn’t think it was possible. I read her palm but the bar is closing. I go for her number but she doesn’t give it to me. I should have isolated the girl while Nomad was in.
I did a new thing with the last girl: willful misinterpretation. A bar is loud, so often we cannot hear each other. My projection is alright, but often girls don’t speak loud enough for me to hear. Instead of telling them to repeat themselves, which annoys them, I misinterpret what they say to make it more amusing for me (and, in turn, them). It turns into a role play when I do this. For example, I somehow misheard that the blonde was psychic, so I told the brunette to read her mind. When Nomad came to wing me I introduced the blonde as a psychic. They loved it.
I did day game today! It feels great to finally go out during the day specifically to meet girls. Seeing the new guys was fun. It was fun to do a demo, I haven’t done one in a while. My frame control is getting better. Girls try to shut me down but I recover, generating more interest. I’ve noticed more attraction and more tests along with my increased presence.
I’m learning Radiohead’s “Creep” on Nomad’s guitar. Bar chords are tough.
I run 2.6 miles with Nomad, then do 4, 4, 2 pull-ups, then do 18, 8, 8 hanging leg raises.
My battery is here! My MacBook is a laptop again.
Nomad, Mr. S, and I meet the new contestants. Pretty cool guys. Coincidentally we have the same employer.
The three of us go to the bars.
There are only four girls in the bar and they all look like they’re with guys. I want to leave but I feel it’s creative avoidance. I find the most attractive girl and open her with horse girl. A guy joins the conversation so I befriend him. I figure out the logistics, they’re both from Boston visiting friends. I get the feeling they’re a couple but I assume it’s creative avoidance. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Nomad wings me but when I asked if she’s smart, hot, and rich, the guy asks, “Are you hitting on my girlfriend?” I tell him yes, sorry. He says it’s okay, just be respectful. I assume he’s posing and leave my arm around her while gaming her more. Nomad tells him I’ve got 8 girlfriends. I continue the routine, asking her to be my girlfriend #9. The guy says that’s okay, as long as she’s sleeping with him and talking with me. I say, “Ah, so you’re a talker.” She disqualifies herself, saying she’s not a talker. I say, “It’s good, I like doing all the talking.” She disqualifies herself again and says she talks a lot. I lead the conversation down an evil path, saying, “So you talk so much you’re a screamer.” She says yes. I go to the boyfriend and say, “You’re a lucky man, I love screamers.” The boyfriend steps in again and says that’s not cool. I respectfully leave the two. I had my fun.
I see a girl waiting around on the street. Horse girl. She’s drunk and says she doesn’t really like horses that much, but I’m hot. I thank her and continue the opener. Nope, not her, but again, I’m hot. Psychic routine, I guess she’s from Idaho. Her friend comes in and I immediately befriend her. She leaves to pick up her car so I go back to the drunk girl. I get her number. We hug goodbye and make out. I push her away and tell her that’s all she gets. She gets into the friend’s car and I tell the friend to take care of the drunk girl, then make out with her some more.
We go to a college frat bar. It’s a huge sausage-fest. On our way out Nomad opens two girls. I immediately wing him. I say her earrings are huge, she says they’re the smallest ones she’s got. I ask if she hula-hoops with them and she proceeds to air hula-hoop. Smart tests, she says she’s dumb. Dumb/hot/rich, she says she’s only two of those. I get her name. Shedding cat. She introduces me to Nomad’s target. I introduce myself, then immediately put my arm around the friend to divide the two girls and keep gaming the friend. I play with her hair, telling her she’d look great with pigtails. The girls are going to the bar, so I try to get her number. She says she doesn’t give it out. I tell her again, she said she’ll take my number. Fine. I give her the first few digits, then grab her phone and type it all in and hit “Send”. She says, “Oooh you’re smart.” I go for the kiss but I get the cheek. We leave.
We go to a rocker bar. I see a girl lock a door, then accuse her of causing trouble. She laughs and goes behind the bar. I lean over the bar and yell at her, “Hey, troublemaker! Now you’re behind the bar?! I’m watching you!” She laughs and we chat about the other bartender who works there, for social proof. I get a water and go back to the guys.
In the mirror I see a guy leave his girl to go to the bathroom. I tell the guys and Nomad swoops in. Minutes later the guy comes back so I occupy the guy. I’ve winged Nomad for 10 to 15 minutes, so I let the guy go. He immediately checks up on the girl. Mr. S says I should have pulled him in if I ran out of stuff to say. So I introduce Mr. S to the guy and we talk for another 20 minutes, until Nomad is done.
A five-minute make out is always good. She probably won’t remember me in the morning though. I wonder if I should have fucked her behind a dumpster while her friend went to get the car. I’m glad I winged Nomad at the college frat bar, that girl was hot. Pretty good results for a dead night.
I have a low sex drive. My friends jerk off every few days, while I can go for weeks or months without it (although I always had someone to fuck during those times). This becomes a pickup problem because I give up at the first sign of disinterest.
To counter this, I am trying to increase my sex drive:
Not jerk off. When I moved to Pickup Mansion I decided to not jerk off at all to force me to get girls. I haven’t failed in that regard but my sex drive is still low.
Take maca extract. The same stuff in horny goat weed. Dylan approved.
Watch porn (without jerking off). Hopefully that’ll rile me up to push things much harder.
Exercise. The opposite of sloth.
Take an interest in masculine activities (sports, cars, women, business, et cetera).
I wake up at 11 a.m. today and do pull-ups and hanging leg raises. I make a green smoothie but realize I can’t run now. Oh well.
Drew and I look at some guitars. The sales guy teaches me a tune from Rage Against the Machine’s “Killing in the Name” and I am hook. I run out of the store to prevent a compulsive purchase.
I see a blonde girl walking toward us. I Rodman her, then horse girl. She answers in German. I let her go. Oh well.
Drew peer pressures me into eating delicious beef with shrimp fried rice. Damn you, Drew, it was really good.
We go to the second pickup mansion and Brad gives me a tour of the place. It’s nice, I can’t wait to meet to new guys!
I take my daily nap and wake up with a stomachache. That’s it, no more cooked food. I’m surprised by the strong effect it has on me, but in retrospect I wanted to eat cooked food, get sick, and have a physical aversion to cooked food to eliminate temptation.
I pick up Nomad from the airport. We share out adventures and reconnect, then go to a tourist bar.
I immediately open the first girl I see. Sex last week, it wasn’t her. I demand her name but she doesn’t give it and walks away.
I see a girl standing by herself. She’s fat but I need to warm up. Horse girl. Her friend comes interrupts in the middle with her drink. She takes her shot, then asks me to continue. I finish the opener but it’s not her. She walks away to her friend.
I see a black girl who looks like the first girl I opened. Only one way to find out. Horse girl. It’s not her. I demand her name. She says she already gave it to me. I don’t remember. She walks away but a guy gets in my face, asking if I had sex with his wife. I say, “Maybe.” He says, “I think a guy who looks like you had sex with my wife.” I say, “No, I don’t think so.” He says, “Oh, okay,” and walks away. I was intimidated but I don’t think it showed. I suspected he knew it was a joke and just wanted to see me run, but I stood my ground and left unscathed.
Nomad sees four girls at a table with no seats available. I give him five seconds to approach; he gives me permission. Alright. I pull a chair between two girls, sit down, and horse girl the cuter one. After I say she looks just like her, she laughs and answers a call. I figure out logistics with the friends. She gets off the phone so I finish the opener. She forgives me but turns away. I tap her three times but she doesn’t turn around. I can tell the whole table wants me to leave, I’m not getting any response. I leave.
I see two cute girls cutting through the crowd away from me. I follow their path. Horse girl. Midway through the friend pulls my target by the elbow away. That’s a good friend!
I walk toward a cute girl but as I arrive her friends are making introductions. I back off. Minutes later she’s leaving. I hold her — sex last week. No it’s not her, she leaves.
I’ve talked to every attractive girl in the bar so we leave. On our way out Nomad opens a girl near the door. I notice her friend waiting so I open her and compliment her hat. She goes out the door so I follow to make sure she doesn’t come back in. While I’m waiting I chat with the door guy. Nomad comes out and we leave.
I spot a girl standing in the middle of the street, waiting to finish crossing. I tell Nomad to stop and we wait for her to come at us. She diagonally walks back to the bar we just left so I give up.
Nomad later sees her walking away from the bar, across the street. I cross the street and follow her. As I get close she stops at her car. “Do you like horses?” She just got a ticket and is pissed, but she wants me to keep talking to her. I finish the opener and we vibe about hating tickets. She’s upset so I hug her. Smart tests. We chat some more. She offers me a cigarette; I take it. She has to go back to meet her friends so I tell her to give me her number before I don’t want it anymore. She laughs and says, “In a few seconds you won’t want it anymore?” Yes. Her phone rings. It’s her “on-and-off boyfriend”. She gives me her number. We hug and she leaves.
Without Nomad I was forced to go solo all week. Initially I didn’t want to even go out, I was so rusty. By yesterday I was feeling great, and today with Nomad I became an approach machine (without premature ejection). I feel good.
I wake up at 11 a.m. It’s been a while since I had wheatgrass juice, I’m going to make some. Nomad said to only take a shot of wheatgrass at a time but he’s a wuss — it doesn’t taste that bad. I juice all the wheatgrass and have a martini glass of it: I feel nauseous. My body’s too toxic to contain all this goodness. I try to man up and absorb the goodness instead of succumbing to my puking but fail. Two lessons learned: 1. wheatgrass juice is consumed in small amounts not because of the taste; 2. with no prior warning, I can run to the bathroom in 0.93 seconds.
After recovering from the wheatgrass I go for ramen, my favorite toxin, with Turbo and Drew. Damn, no hot girls at the ramen place.
I go for a cup of water. A girl is pouring herself water in front of me. I ask, “Is that cold water or hot water?” She says it’s cold water. “Is it filtered or unfiltered?” She laughs, says she doesn’t know, and walks to the guy behind me. Later, Drew tells me the guy behind was giving me the death stare. I have that effect on boyfriends.
I go home and food coma knocks me out. So much for day game.
I wake up and shower. Ever since I had my one night stand over a year ago, I’ve been trying to replicate that experience. What did I do right that night that I haven’t done since? One of those things was attitude: every time the girl complied, I thought, “Let’s see how far I can take this.” Tonight I put those words into my cheatsheet.
I have two thoughts as I enter the rocker club: I’m here to test my presence, and “let’s see how far I can take things” with each girl.
I go in and see DUI girl with her roommate. They greet me, we hug. They’re in the loud band area so I can’t hear anything. DUI girl likes my hair, her roommate likes my jacket. I decide to hit on other chicks to use them as social proof and vice versa. Plus I have a prior agreement to not hit on the roommate.
I see a girl by herself, leaning against the corner of a wall. Horse girl. She completely ignores me entirely. I repeat, “So are you her?” Ignore. I leave.
I see two black girls standing by themselves. I open the short girl: horse girl, psychic, reckon/yonder. A guy comes in. I use Martyr’s tactic and compliment him on his shirt, asking how much he got it for. We chat a little. He’s the tall girl’s boyfriend. I continue talking to the short girl. We’re having good conversation so I tell her, “Give me your number before you say something stupid,” my variation on “Give me your number before I don’t want it anymore.” She laughed and gave me her number. I verify her number on the spot. She says, “It’s nice meeting you,” but I’m not leaving. I realize I haven’t run my stack. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. I share stories and use the “do I look gay” opener. I am touching her playfully the whole time. The couple leaves, which I interpret as: they’re leaving us alone. I kiss the tall girl goodbye and put my arm around the short girl. “Since we’re getting to know each other, let’s play the question game. No boring questions, no repeats. I’ll start. How did your last relationship end?” She answers but afterward she leaves to meet her two friends. She looks back and tells me to call her.
I look for more girls and run into short girl again. “Are you stalking me?” She smiles and heads to the bathroom.
I see a two girls and two guys together. Sex last week. No it’s not her. “Are you Megan?” She is! I keep insisting we had sex, she keeps denying it. The game gets boring. She pulls one of the guys and says, “I was fucking him last week.” I’m done, but I pushed it a little to see how it would turn out. I tell the guy, “I’m sorry I had sex with your girl last week.” He said that’s impossible, he was having sex with her. I ask, “Was this before or after 10 p.m.?” He replies, “We were having sex all night.” I’m bored so I leave. In retrospect I shouldn’t have milked the opener. I should have transitioned sooner. I was proud of opening a mixed group; upon entering one of the guys gave me the death stare, haha.
A blonde at the bar is by herself. Sex last week. She laughs and says it’s not her. I ask if she’s Megan, she says it’s not. DUI girl comes in — they’re friends! They have a few shots together but DUI girl backturns me the whole time. Odd.
I see a cute Indian girl with a chubby emo girl. They split up to go to the bar. I horse girl the Indian girl. Halfway through the opener she ignores me to talk to the emo girl. I grab her attention again and continue the opener. She laughs. I’m surprised I was able to reengage her after she ignored me like that — normally I eject. She says it’s not her and leaves with the emo girl.
A girl enters the club. I open her with sex last week. It wasn’t her. We exchange names as she walks away. I should have quickly stacked but the window was small before she walked away.
A guy opens me. I socialize with him. He introduces me to his other friend. I socialize with them both. The other friend introduces me to a girl. I game her. Smart tests. I get the logistics. She’s the other friend’s girl. Oh well. I still touch her all over and vibe with the whole group. The club is closing so they leave.
I open a girl behind me with sex last week. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. She’s got a girlfriend who loves cock too much so they have an open relationship. She is faithful to her girlfriend though so she won’t be my girlfriend #9. I respect that. She leaves.
I see a tall blonde by herself. Sex last week. No it wasn’t her, she has a boyfriend. “You didn’t tell me that last week!” “That’s because we’ve never met!” Okay that contingency doesn’t work. Next time I’ll play along more, “Yeah I know, we have to keep this relationship discreet.” She leaves.
I leave the club and go to the parking lot.
I see DUI girl’s roommate. I give her Jake’s flirty finger greeting. She comes over. We talk about afterparties. She’s rubbing my jacket the whole time and says she loves it. The roommate of the guy she’s fucking (whom I have an agreement with) joins us. Damn, I was hoping to get her number. We chat a little but I eject. “See you next week!”
I see two girls standing by themselves. Horse girl to the taller one. It’s not her. Am I gay? Maybe. She says gay guys always come up to her with weird shit. We talk nonsense for a few minutes. I share identity stories, use the “do I look gay” opener. Their ride comes. I get the shorter girl’s e-mail because she doesn’t give her number. I don’t push it because their ride is right there.
Having a mindset of “I need to open to test out my outfit” made it easier to open. I wasn’t doing it to fuck the girls, I wanted to see what reaction girls would give me. (They were largely positive.)
Having a mindset of “Let’s see how far I can take this” gave me a map of what I needed to do throughout the interaction. In the past I unconsciously had the mindset of “Open, attract, attract, attract…” This made me cautious because I didn’t want to lose the attraction so I would not take risks or move the interaction forward. The girls get bored or I prematurely eject to lie to myself that I left on a high note. Tonight my mindset made me push the interaction forward because I wanted the blowout. I continued talking when the girl gave me her number and told me it was nice meeting me. No, I stayed because I wasn’t done with her, and kept escalating. I tried to overcome obstacles to see how I would do and things worked out better.
I wake up before noon. Freaky. I video chat with my good English friend. I love technology.
I take a nap. Uh oh. I wake up at 7 p.m. Damn it. There goes day game, again.
It’s Sunday so Mr. S and I go for asparagus pizza. It’s pretty good. I took a picture but Nomad has my USB cable so I can’t post it.
Mr. S and I chat about game, life, and what Brad has us working on. In some ways we are polar opposites, so it’s interesting to see things from his perspective.
I drop Mr. S off, chat with Dylan a little, and go out. I wear my in-progress Brad P. jacket. It’s mostly black but I think my hair is so eye catching that it’s better to have the jacket as a supporting piece. I’m hesitant to go out like this, which means I’m expanding my comfort zone.
I walk up and down the rocker clubs. It’s mostly guys.
I see a couple walking. I walk ahead of them, then turn ask if they know where I can get cotton candy. I don’t use the Rodman technique. They answer but walk past me.
I see two girls at the corner:
Me: Do you know where I can get cotton candy at this time of night? Brunette: I love cotton candy! Me: Me too! Do you know where I can get some? Brunette: Hmm, I don’t know. Me: Really? Where I’m from, I can get cotton candy anytime. There’s always some Mexican dude selling it at the corner. Brunette: I know! Where are the Mexicans? Me: Come on, you guys look like you go to the circus a lot. Brunette: I haven’t gone to the circus in a long time. Blonde: I’ve never gone to the circus. Brunette: Just because I go to the circus doesn’t mean I know where to get cotton candy! Me: Sorry, did I just interrupt a lesbian DTR? Brunette: Haha, no, we’re just just having girl talk. Her boyfriend’s right there . Me: What is girl talk, anyway? An old girlfriend of mine keeps trying to do girl talk with me and I just hang up on her. But the few times I don’t, she tells me boy troubles. This one time I didn’t tell her something, and she accuses me of breaking girl code. I’m not even a girl! Do you know what girl code is? Brunette: No, never heard of it. Me: Do you know? Blonde: No.
The brunette finally suggests I go to some store to find $20 cotton candy. I leave. In retrospect I could have stayed longer, the brunette liked me. But I wanted the blonde, who was much hotter but had a boyfriend a block away.
I drive to the bars. Most places are desolate. I go into a cantina. The front is empty and the back says it’s closed. I go anyway. The moment I enter an Asian girl eyes me but she’s with a big group.
A blonde with a brunette also eyes me. I start walking out, then turn back and talk to the blonde. Horse girl. The brunette says I’m too young to know her. I say, “Yeah, totally. I’m ancient,” and continue with the opener. The brunette keeps interrupting, asking for my age. I tell her 85. She asks several times and each time I say 85. She says she’s going to break my fingers if I don’t tell her. I tell her 85 again. She grabs my left fingers and bends them backwards. I try to free my fingers but she bends my right fingers. Finally she lets me go. I call her violent. She refuses to talk to me unless I tell her my real age.
I am tempted to leave after this physical attack but I don’t. Instead she leaves, taking her empty glass. I ask the blonde if she’s going to get a drink to throw in my face, then follow up with my drink in face story. The brunette comes back with another girl. I ask if she’s the bodyguard. The bodyguard and blonde hug and chat.
I turn my attention to the brunette, since I got her so worked up. I finally tell her my real age. She introduces herself with a man’s name. I question her name, and she shows me two forms of ID. She’s from New York, so we talk about that. She says she’s the guitarist for a band. I tell her I’m trying to learn and she tells me what guitar to get, et cetera.
The bodyguard leaves so I reengage the blonde. I ask if she’s in a band too. She says she’s into yoga. I tell her I want to do yoga too, but the closest thing I do is Wii Fit. She gives me a recommendation for yoga that will kick my ass. I put this info into my iPhone and the guitar recommendation as well. The blonde says she wants to get a drink so they both leave. I have no reason to stay so I leave with them.
On my way out I talk to the brunette. I don’t remember what was said, but I am at the bar with them both. I am thinking the girls don’t want to talk to me anymore so I get their “contact info”. They tell me their e-mail addresses. The brunette tells me nerdy facts about the two of them. I make fun of them for being nerds. I leave instead of continuing the conversation.
What an interesting interaction! The brunette threw tons of shit tests at me, which was good practice. (I couldn’t absurdify the finger breaking, sorry Brad.) The brunette was clearly the more interested one. I should have grabbed a seat instead of standing while they were sitting on bar stools at the table. I shouldn’t have gone into the student-teacher frame, having both girls teach me about guitars and yoga. I should have touched the girls more. And of course I shouldn’t have left when I reengaged them at the bar.
My interactions are getting violent! I blame my presence.
I wake up at noon. I am trying to fix my sleep schedule so I stayed up — I even ran. But then I nap until 10 p.m. Ugh. So much for day game. I finally get out at 1 a.m. *sigh*
I drive to the bar area, since parking is free. There are hot girls but I have apathetic creative avoidance.
I go to a bar. A drunk girl grabs my hand and dances with me. I spin and dip her. The song ends and I lean back and let her build rapport with me. She says her boobs are huge, and they are. I ask if they are real. She puts my hands on them. They’re real. Smart tests. She’s with a group, two guys and two girls. I befriend them. The bar closes and the bouncer kicks us all out. The group separates and the girl goes home with her brother-in-law. There was a hotter girl there but I didn’t game her because she said she had a boyfriend. I didn’t keep a short leash on the first girl and let her get away. All the guys were beta, all I had to do was make an effort.
I went out alone again, but I should have left earlier. I ran. Sleep schedule’s still fucked though. I hope to run again tomorrow. A girl opened me — second day in a row. My presence has increased but I wonder if my anxiety has to do with me not being comfortable with my new look yet.
11:00 a.m.: Wake up and hit snooze. Repeat every nine minutes until 12:30 p.m. 12:30 p.m.: Finally get lazy ass out of bed. Sleepbrush my teeth. (Sleepwalk, sleepbrush… get it? Nevermind.) 12:50 p.m.: Drive to 1 p.m. appointment with stylist. (Twenty minutes to brush my teeth!) 1:05 p.m. Arrive at stylist. Stylist razors my hair so it spikes up all over and dyes patches of it hot pink. I now look more like Harley Quinn than Joker. 5:00 p.m. I leave. (Four hours to get my hair did!)
I’m definitely getting more looks with my new hair but I’m uncomfortable because I’m not used to it. I have silly thoughts, such as: maybe it’s too much, maybe it’s too bright, people think I’m a freak. Don’t worry, I always adapt.
I make a CVS run for toilet paper and new conditioner. (My old conditioner has blue dye in it — not very good for preserving hot pink.) My ex recommends a $26 color-preserving condition. Ah, the price of vanity.
I meet up with Drew for sushi buffet. The food isn’t bad, but I am greedy and take too much food. Drew chastises me for wasting food when there are children starving in Indiana. Good, now there’s food leftover for them to eat.
I drop Drew off and walk around the neighborhood. I have big-street-crowd anxiety and don’t approach anything. Also I had new-pink-hair anxiety. I go home and drive to the bar area.
I pass lots of girls on the street without talking to any of them. I go into a bar, walk all the way to the back, and on my way back I see two girls by themselves at the bar.
I talk to the one not ordering a drink. Horse girl. Her friend interrupts midway to get her drink order. No matter, I continue when she’s done. She likes it, we hug. I compliment the friend’s pink hair. She compliments mine. The girls leave. I leave.
I go to the bar where I opened a girl who didn’t fuck Asians. I see two girls with their backs to two guys. One girl’s ordering a drink. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She loves it. Her friend is done buying their drinks. I tease the girls for being Valley girls. The friend plays the stereotype and I hug her, saying she’s a real Valley girl. The two guys interrupt and say, “It was nice meeting you,” and leave. We chat some more. Things seem to be going well when the girls say they are done and leave me. Strange.
I’m getting warmed up.
I chat with a Greek guy and an Italian guy about LA, just to socialize. I get bored and hop to another bar.
I go in, not much. On my way out I decide to talk to three girls at the corner of the bar. I ask the girl in the middle if she likes horses. The girl to my right immediately asks, “Are you Brad P.’s student?” Whoa, this is really specific! I admit to it. “I know all your tricks. I am Brad’s ex.” She asks me if Brad gave me a makeover. I said no. She compliments me on my look and my body language. She said my hair’s similar to Brad’s. She asks me to demo horse girl, but I tell her I don’t like being put on the spot, though I actually didn’t want to be her dancing monkey. We talk about openers. She likes the Carson Daly opener. I talk about how girls nowadays don’t even know who Carson Daly is and they agree that he’s a has-been. I tell them I’m conflicted: I want to take their numbers and invite them to our weekly BBQ, but I fear I would be asking for it. We chat some more and I tell them I’m leaving to hit on more girls. She gives her regards to Brad.
I go into a college bar. A girl says my hair is fantastic. I play with hers and say hers is fantastic as well. Sex last week. She cracks up, says I look like I was struck by lightning (which I initially took as an insult, then I realized it was the hair), kisses me on the cheek, and leaves.
I go back to a previous bar. Two girls and two guys on the dance floor. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. She becomes my girlfriend #7. Her friend is interested in my piercing and my ring. I try to compliment her necklace but it came out weak because there wasn’t much for me to compliment. I don’t touch my girl as much and we all get bored. I take her palm but I don’t read it. I start the cat routine but I don’t finish it. Weak. As a last ditch effort I try to get her number, saying I have to leave. She tells me she’s here often and we’ll see each other.
At the front of the bar is a hot blonde by herself. Sex last week, she cracks up. She says, “If it were me you’d never forget it.” Her friend comes out of nowhere and hugs her, steps in between us, and blows me out. I stand behind them, trying to engage the friend but she ignores me. Eventually the blonde turns around after getting her drink, but I don’t say anything and leave.
I try to open at least three separate groups of girls with horse girl. Each time they walk around me. I don’t use the Rodman technique for any of them. In response to “Do you like horses?”, one girl says, “Thanks!” Good. She took it as a compliment that I approached her. As she should have.
I am sick of girls walking around me. I see two girls waiting for their car. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. They find it hilarious but their car arrives so they leave.
It’s almost last call. I’m sick of walking the streets, so I drive to another college frat bar. Two girls at the bar, one’s getting a drink. I horse girl the other one. She forgives me and hugs me. The other girl joins. I get the first girl’s name but she leaves immediately. I get the second girl’s name and find out they are sisters. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Her sister beckons to her so she leaves.
The lights go on. I see two guys and two girls, but they don’t look like they came together. One guy’s talking to one girl, the other guy’s just standing around. I talk to the free girl. Horse girl, Brad Pitt, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Her attraction is high so I go for the number. I realize I’m ignoring the other girl (they just met the guys) so I befriend her. The other guy swoops in on my girl. We chat a little, but the bar is kicking everyone out. On the way out I befriend the occupied girl’s guy. He introduces himself as Jake P. I’m startled — did he just identify my style of game? I tease him about it, asking if he always introduces with his last initial. The group leaves. My girl left with the other guy. I didn’t try to do anything because it seemed impossible, with the two guys there.
I drive back but I’m in state. I walk back to the rocker clubs and see what scraps are left. There are none.
Tonight was another solo night that started slow but ended good. I’m getting more comfortable going by myself but it takes time to warm up.
Brad’s guru friend was in town and wanted a wing. I meet him at his hotel. We bounce to a few places.
I open two girls upon entering the bar. Sex last week. Doesn’t work well. She tells me to keep going around. I leave.
He says he likes big dance clubs so I take him to the biggest club in the area. We easily get in for $10. It’s packed! Sweet, he must be happy.
Then we realize it’s gay night.
We walk around and explore the place. He’s having a blast, he’s never been at a gay club before. We sit and chat.
Eventually he pushes me into sets. He points out a girl sitting on a box. I hesitate for a minute. Sex last week, I run the contingencies. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She says her best attribute are her tits. I ask if they are real. She says yeah, so I test them. They’re real. 8 girlfriends. She says she’s got 2 girlfriends. I ask her to be my 9th girlfriend. She says for tonight? I said yes. She says she likes girls. I should have absurdified. Interest was lost at that point. I say I like girls too. I lose her. I walk away.
The rest of the night I am a complete pussy and do not approach anything. Guys were rubbing against us and squeezing our asses as they walked by, so we leave.
It was cool hanging with Brad’s friend. I grabbed a girl’s tits within 2 minutes. My anxiety was caused by sitting around instead of approaching immediately. It was weird approaching in front of Brad’s friend but that’s bullshit, since he does the same thing.
Dylan wakes me up at noon to drive him to his doctor. At the doctor I meet The Man: We drive to the supermarket. I’m self-conscious about my look — I’m wearing a hat because I didn’t have time to do my hair this morning. I see a girl, horse girl. It isn’t her, she walks away.
I creatively avoid other girls: what if the first girl overhears? Of course that’s bullshit — I don’t even see the girl in the store.
We go home. I nap, then waste time on the internet for a few hours.
At midnight I’m getting anxious. I know I should be out but I’m not. I feel anxiety about going alone. I was supposed to go with Mr. S but waiting for him made me anxious. I know going solo is no big deal but I’m hesitating. I talk to Dylan a little and he pumps my spirit up. I go out.
I walked to the pizzeria and got receipt for pizza last night. I chat with the waitress. I spot Tom Morello’s vandalism on the wall and we talk about him. Apparently he’s very nice. I told her I almost saw Tom Morello yesterday. Let freedom ring! I walk past two crowds of people without saying a word. Finally, I ask a guy and girl for cotton candy. They don’t know.
I see another guy and a hot rocker girl. Cotton candy. No. Where I’m from, I can get it everywhere. I hook the guy. He asks where I’m from. New York. They’re from NY too. The girl’s from out of town. We talk about how I just moved here. They wish me luck and leave. The girl was only hot from far.
I drive to the bars.
I walk through the streets, but don’t approach anything. One bar has a lot of ugly girls. I don’t talk to any of them. I go to another bar.
There are a few girls, nothing exceptional. At the end of the bar is a cute girl. Sex last week. She doesn’t hear it. Sex last week again. No it’s not her. My authoritative face melts into an apologetic one. I leave.
I walk back to the car. The bars haven’t closed yet, what am I waiting for? Tomorrow? Fuck that.
I walk back.
I pass two guys and a girl. Fuck that. I walk back, horse girl. The girl asks if I want a cigarette. I give her an “Of course not” look and say no, then continue. I finish horse girl. The guys ask me if I’ve been to a certain club, we chat a little. I leave.
I see two girls outside an improv place. Horse girl, but I think they aren’t into it and get nervous. I finish and eject.
I see two girls standing outside a bar. About to do cotton candy, then do horse girl instead. Weird. Anyway, they love it. Unfortunately I got the shier, uglier one. We chat a few minutes, the friend leaves us alone. My girl gets nervous because her friend is gone. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Her friend comes back out. I vibe with the friend a little. In retrospect maybe I was overqualified; her friend kept selling her to me. Anyway I tell her to give me her number before I don’t want it anymore. She says she doesn’t give her number out, asks for a card. I say I don’t give mine out and say I already have enough stalkers. She gives me her e-mail. They explain they don’t give numbers because I’m just a random guy. Asks what I am. I tell them to guess. They can’t. I tell them I’m from NY. The friend and I vibe about NY. I notify them about our weekly BBQs.
I see two girls smoking. Horse girl one. The other walks away. I tell her she looks just like the weird horse girl. She seductively tells me, “I can be…” Hooker alert! She gets increasingly closer as I continue the opener. After I finish she immediately leaves. I don’t try to save it.
I see a black chick waiting for hot dogs. Horse girl. She’s oblivious and doesn’t pay attention. She says it’s not her and she was never that into horses in an offended yet don’t-give-a-fuck way. I leave.
I started off nervous but got bolder. Going solo is hard but it makes me stronger. “What we fear doing is most usually what we need to do.” – Tim Ferriss
Nomad and I have constant urges to approach women now. Seeing hot women while late for appointments or in the middle of running gives us blue balls — unless we approach.
19. C<5: "How much do you want to bet she's Asian?" "Nothing," I respond. Nomad and I ran past her: she's not! We reach the end of the track and head back. I see the girl from afar. I slow down and catch my breath. Do you like horses? It's not her. She keeps walking and I keep running. No blue balls!
We go to the Apple store. A girl fixes Nomad’s phone in five seconds.
We go to Whole Foods. When I enter a venue I approach the first hot girl I see to warm up. Shit, the first girl I see is on the phone. Next!
20. C<5: I see another cute girl. Do you like horses? Cat routine. She's edging away from me the whole time. Okay, let's not make her scream. Nice meeting you!
21. C<5: I see Nomad checking out an Asian chick. Not bad. Do you like horses? (Five seconds pass.) No. Okay, I guess she doesn't speak English.
22. C<5: As I head to the cashier I spot a sample girl. Cute, blonde, wearing a hat. Nomad starts saying, "That girl in the hat…" and I'm off. She's giving away cookies. "Are they raw?" No, they're cooked at 120°. Do you like horses? She politely listens but edges away from me. I get the message. Have a good day.
I’m in the escalator. The guy next to me compliments my Rage Against the Machine shirt, then says Tom Morello just left the Apple store. Damn it all!
I tell Nomad about the lukewarm responses. He thinks it’s my presence. I see my reflection — what a dork! No wonder nobody wanted to talk to me. (I rushed out with wet hair, without any product.) What a difference presence makes!
I am surrounded by jailbait in San Francisco International Airport. High school girls are giving me the eye as I lug my bags, hunting for legal game.
14. C<5: This blonde looks legal. Do you like horses? No, it's not her — she would have fucked me up if I picked on her. A tough one huh? Yup, she was the bully. I feel weird about pushing things in the airport. Sorry for the misunderstanding, bye! Weak.
I am home!
I’m in Nomad’s car. “That girl looks cute. The one with the dogs,” he says. I agree. We’re now stopped a block in front of her. Nomad’s a bastard, always making me talk to girls. I get out.
15. C>5 P: I don’t see her anymore. I run down to the corner and spot her dogs. I hurry up to her. She notices me so I ask, “Do you like horses?” I finish the story and hug her. We’re both from New York. Cat routine. She thinks it’s hilarious. She asks if I am gay. I ask if she thought I was. She backpedals, worried she offended me. I assure her I am straight, then ask if she’s a lesbian, repeating all the politically correct backpedaling she said. I tell her to be my tour guide, since we are both New Yorkers. I walk her to her door and she volunteers her number. I arrive home in record time. She lives three blocks away.
Itching for more action, Nomad and I go to the rocker club.
16. B: The first few approaches go shitty, so I warm up approaching ugly girls or girls who will reject me. I see a girl following a string of people out the door. Horse girl. She didn’t hear the question. Fine, blow me or blow me out. Sex last week. No, it wasn’t her. I keep up the joke but it’s time to change topic. Smart tests. What’s four times four? 16. What’s the capital of Washington state? Seattle. Okay, that’s kind of hard. What’s the capital of the US? Washington D.C. Her interest was long gone, so she left looking for it. Things I could have improved on: touch her and tease her for failing smart tests. Instead I turned smart tests into an interview.
17. C>5 P: Two girls are with a guy but one girl is alone. Time to give her some company. Do you like horses? Are you smart? I only like smart, hot, and rich girls. She can’t name her best quality. Think about it. She needs to meet her friend. Give me your number before I don’t want it anymore. Okay. She asks, “Do you know what a pickup artist is?” I ask, “Like the show?” She hears, “Like Joe?” Apparently she knows Joe D. I ask, “Is he swimming in pussy?” “No.”
I tell her to teach me pickup lines. She says opening off-topic was good. The number routine was good. I say some cocky funny lines and each time she compliments me. I say, “Just because you’re complimenting me doesn’t mean you’re getting into my pants.” She thought that was great. I put my arm around her and appointed her my girl to pick up other girls. She filled with pride.
I backtrack: “It’s been five minutes. Have you thought of your best quality yet?” “I’m very generic.” “That’s not a good quality at all!” She says she really has to find her friend and leaves. I should have used her attraction more, kissing her, pulling her hair, spanking her. Next time!
I walk past a regular at the club, then double back. She’s with a guy. I cut right in, “Are you Rihanna?” “Yeah, you’re Joker, right?” We hug and reconnect. I introduce myself to the guy. He compliments my necklace. I thank him. He asks me where I got it from. New York. He tries to cut me out by talking to the girl, but I knew this girl before, so I cut right back in and ask about her roommate. We reconnect some more. I would game this girl but someone I know has dibs. “I’ll leave you lovebirds alone. Bye!” They give me an awkward look.
18. B: I’m in the loud band area. The band is still playing but I decide to open the brunette anyway. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Gradually she inches away from me. I’m taking this as a slow blowout.
I didn’t have much anxiety tonight. I need to be more aggressive but I felt peaceful. The Asian Chick was my kryptonite!
Today I was in San Francisco. A lot of girls were at Macy’s, but I was with Asian Chick, her sister, her brother, his wife, and their daughter! I had approach anxiety but I overcame it.
9. C<5: A girl was trying on shoes. Brad would have told me to sit next to her, but I was nervous. Horse girl. She laughed — it's not her. I finished up with, "So I just told her long boring story for nothing?" She laughed and I left.
10. C<5: A blonde walked past me. I wanted to talk to her but I didn't. Fuck fear. I walked toward her as she turned toward me. Horse girl. She kept walking. I stopped, so she did. I repositioned myself. Perfect delivery except I didn't go for a hug. I ran smart tests: she said she didn't know 4×4 after last night. I should have teased her about failing the smart tests or about staying out late. But I didn't. Instead I asked about the flower show downstairs, then said bye. Weak. Before she left I introduced myself and got her name — but I didn't use the cat routine. She said she had to meet her friend and walked a few steps away, but she lingered. Of course I said, "Bye!"
11. C<5: A girl was looking at some racks. Horse girl. She said it wasn't her, apologized, and walked away.
Later on, we went to a Safeway. It was nearly empty. I hunted.
12. C<5: I walked past several aisles when suddenly there was a tall blonde. I immediately went in, horse girl, cat (touched her hair), smart tests (she laughed). I felt smart/hot/rich was intense for a supermarket but I did it anyway. She said she was here to shop and then finish her paper. I said I was here to socialize. My frame crumbled; I wished her luck on her paper and left.
13. C<5: The Asian Chick was waiting for the groceries at the cashier. I passed a girl — she was hot! I dumped the groceries and went back. Blow me or blow me out. Sex last week. She laughed and said she had a boyfriend of two years. I gracefully ejected, but I should have rolled with it, "You didn't tell me that last week! What if he has a shotgun?"
I couldn’t approach near Asian Chick, but I broke away and used my stack. I was more comfortable doing what I had to do.
7. C<5: I saw a cute girl at Best Buy. Horse girl; she laughed but it wasn't her. Unauthoritatively, I asked where she was from; she said she wasn't from around here. I said I wasn't from around here either. She repeatedly looked at a guy as he came closer. I assumed they were together and left. Weak.
8. C<5: I saw a hot girl at Marshall's. Horse girl; she laughed and forgave me, but I didn't go for the hug. I asked where she was from, she said Davis. I said I wasn't sure where that was; she said it's where U.C. Davis is. I introduced myself and got her name. I was authoritative but I didn't stack. She left.
I pushed more than I did yesterday, but I wasn’t as aggressive as I am at home. It’s weird gaming around Asian Chick.
I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with Asian Girl and her brother. We were at a supermarket, so I broke off and gamed some patrons.
4. C<5: I turned around and saw a girl pushing a shopping cart. Horse girl, she laughed but it wasn't her. I didn't push and let her walk away.
5. C<5: I saw a girl looking at cold cuts. I walked next to her, horse girl. A guy came in. I asked if she liked horses and pulled the guy into the conversation. It wasn't her. I wasn't sure if he was the boyfriend but I left. I did some light touching.
We went to a mall next.
I saw a cute mixed black/Asian girl at the Coach store, but didn’t approach because her parents were there.
6. C<5: I saw tall blonde walking with her parents and some guy. The guys left and the mom and girl went to the cashier. I broke off to approach. Horse girl, they laughed. But it wasn't her and I ejected from the social pressure.
We went to another supermarket.
A tall hot blonde was front of me. She was paying so I didn’t open her.
Of the five attractive girls I saw today, I approached three of them. Of the three I didn’t push myself in all of them. It’s weird approaching with non-community people around. It feels good to approach!
To me, playing is important because gives meaning to life. What is the point of financial success, reproductive success, and living to 100 if you suffered for 100 years?
Apparently playing is an important part of brain development! Without playing, imagining, flirting, socializing, et cetera, animals can lack certain skills, including survival skills.
I’m stuck in northern Cali, with no girls in reach. I have creative phone avoidance: my phone reception is bad and I left my charger at home. Time for IM game!
NY Girl: Me: Are you causing trouble on the east coast? Her: always Me: I knew it. Are the cops knocking at your door yet? Her: never Me: No need to be shy, you can say more than one word at a time. Her: lol i’m half asleep sorry Me: Come to my time zone, it’s not even 10 here. Her: where are you? and why? Me: I moved to Hollywood, didn’t I tell you? Her: nope Me: Yeah, I moved a few weeks ago. I’m surprised by the people here. Her: they are odd but i do have some friends there however it is waaaaaaay past my bedtime so i have to sleep now niiight, good luck out there! Me: Yeah gotta get out of here. later hater
Blue girl: Me: What kind of trouble are you causing? Her: BIG trouble! Me: I knew it! Bad girl! Her: haha what kind of trouble are YOU causing? Me: I’m the one asking the questions here little lady Her: oohhhhh oh ok Me: I miss LA Her: where are you right now? Me: El Dorado Her: why? Me: In a gated community. I feel like I’m in prison. haha I’m visiting my uncle. Her: ewwwwie gated community ohhh Me: What are you up to tonight, eating marshmallows and watching sappy soap operas? Her: art school homework once AGAIN Me: Ooh I miss finger painting. Her: oh i wish we finger painted Me: Oh, so you’ve graduated to body painting? Congrats. Her: im constructing intense wood shit for one class and a futureistic headdress for another and theres other shit too that i havent gotten to yet TOO MUCH Me: You sew? Her: yeah im hot glueing parts of it because im lazy Me: Haha does that work? Her: hot glue works for everything hot glue is my savior Me: Sweet, I want to show you something when I get back. Does hot glue work for large patches of cloth? Like, 18 inches by 40 inches. Or will I get a plastic board once it cools? “intense wood shit” sounds like a fantastic project I wish I had that kind of work in school. The closest I ever got was “engrave metal sheet”
I miss human contact. I hope I won’t have to resort to this tomorrow.
Checkup by Mr. P himself. We talked about my progress, starting with Hell Girl. I told him I’m giving up on her because of her intimacy issues (she limited me to short kisses on the lips, I couldn’t go for the neck or ears). I described my date with her and how I did everything I could. I described realizing that I needed comfort building and getting Hell Girl to come to me once I shared my identity. Brad suggested I practice empathetic listening to girls by saying, “Tell me more about that,” et cetera to let girls feel emotions as they talk.
I told Brad how Drew inspired me to learn teasing.
To help my comfort building, I wanted to work on identity scripts. Dylan’s really good at those so he’ll be helping me, whether he wants to or not!
We talked about how I have an edgy and scary presence (“hardcore Asian”, as some girl described me) and show contrast in my personality by being nice and funny. We discussed my hair: it’s too dark right now and I want to get it lighter. Pink will be my next color. Also I will be going for a cut where I can easily look just-got-out-of-bed.
I told Brad that I was ambivalent about some style choices, because I don’t want to clone him. Not that he minds, if it works. But for every change I make, if it’s similar to Brad I ask myself if I want to do it because I think it will look good on me, or if it’s because it looks good on Brad.
I criticized aspects of 30/30 but Brad said that they were there for a reason.
We discussed Tyler Durden’s Implementing a Habit post, about how I can’t relate to those who are burned out because I just feel that it’s a daily routine for me now. I wake up, I piss. It’s 9 p.m., I go out and hit on girls. Brad said he was the same way, but others don’t have it as lucky as I do. Most people have full time jobs that took a lot of energy from them, and pickup takes a lot of energy. I described how I did my 30 day challenge: I had to be in bed by midnight every night for work the next day, so I always ate dinner after work, then gamed until 11 p.m. By the second or third week, I felt antsy staying home at night.
I said I hated the social freedom exercises, that they always brought my state down in the past. I could probably score really high now, but it was such a bad experience for me that I didn’t want to do them again. Every time I did them in the past I would spend two to four hours on them, and then I’d be too tired to approach girls. Brad asked how I increased my social freedom, so I told him that whenever I felt reluctant to do something due to social pressure, I would logically figure out the repercussions. If the repercussions were bullshit, I would force myself to do it, to teach myself that it’s okay. Plus it’s what I wanted in the first place, so I felt better. For example, sitting on a clothing rack next to the cashier. What’s the worst that can happen? They’ll ask me to stand up? It’s not like they would arrest me. Brad said I don’t need to do the social freedom exercises because I created my own set. That was a relief! Though now that I think about it, my reluctance to do the social freedom exercises means I must do them. Oh the irony!
We discussed the ways I pump my state up: dancing; warming up; acting pissed off; getting pissed off at myself for not approaching (which gets me into the pissed off authoritative mood); getting pissed off for being a pussy when I follow Brad P.’s system, which emphasizes having balls; Tyler Durden’s Implementing a Habit post; carpet bombing; and telling myself that I’m here to learn. None of these techniques work 100% of the time, but I do each of them and hope one of them does.
Brad wanted me to share these techniques with the rest of 30/30 and wished I would fuck Hell Girl and get my online coach status. But the roadblock isn’t just disinterest, it’s also her intimacy issues. She would be a waste of my time.
We discussed Brad’s experience with direct and natural game. Natural game sells well because everyone wants to just “be themselves” but if you’re socially awkward and not an alpha male (yet), it takes too long to become the alpha male. Direct game sells well because the opener usually brightens up the girl’s day and it seems like the girl’s super attracted, but all the girl feels is that she’s suddenly got a huge ego and she loves herself. But she’s not attracted to the guy.
Brad said he tries to teach guys using techniques he knew worked back when he was learning, back when he sucked. Right now he could probably do natural and direct game and still fuck girls, but that’s because he’s now an alpha male. So he tries to field test new techniques with his students to make sure they work for socially awkward guys to get the most effective results.
I said I still hate the phone. Of course I know what I need to do.
Finally I finished my lovely chat with Brad. I went on a dinner date with the Asian chick, she enjoyed herself. I got back Brad invited us to hang out with him. I succumbed to his charisma.
1. C>5 P: I saw two girls at the bar. They weren’t that hot, but I needed to warm up. Horse girl, they loved it. I asked if she was smart, she said she was dumb. I started dumb/hot/rich but was interrupted. We were touching each other and the friend was entertained. She was failing my qualification questions so I told her she was losing points. She said she’d e-mail me something, so I got her e-mail and yes-laddered to her number. She said she was going to the bar, but she circled me before leaving. Usually “I need to go to the bar” meant she didn’t want to talk to me anymore, but this time I got the feeling she wanted me to follow. I didn’t follow because I didn’t want to seem needy or stalkerish. So I lost the girl instead.
2. B: I saw a girl sitting by the bathroom. There wasn’t enough room for me to sit next to and I feared failing to get her to scoot over, so I opened standing in front of her. Horse girl, it wasn’t her. She was interested and leaned toward me. I demanded her name and got it. Then her friend came out of the bathroom and told me her name as she pulled my target away. Oh well.
3. B: Nomad and Mr. S were discussing a couple and a girl sitting on a couch. I took the challenge and walked to the girl. Just as I arrived, another couple sat where I wanted to sit and open. Nonetheless, I stood in front of the whole group. The positioning was awful. Horse girl would be too long to do. Sex last week. Her friends went, “Oooh!” She didn’t hear it. I repeated, “Did we have sex last week?” in my most chill and authoritative voice. She looked disgusted. I said, “No?” and left.
I got good attraction from my first approach and almost everything correctly for the other two, except for positioning.
I spent all day showing the Asian chick around. She fell asleep on my bed and I fell asleep on the couch.
I woke up and called Martyr. He bragged about almost fucking a chick. And he would have gotten away with it, if not for those pesky logistics!
I itched to go out.
I surfed the web and reread Tyler Durden’s Implementing a Habit. Halfway through I jumped out of my seat and ran out of my house.
175. C<5: The streets were desolate. It was a scene from 30 Days Later. Finally I saw a car pull into the gas station. I peeked at the driver: it was a girl! Sex last week. "No, it wasn't me, sorry!" I gave up too easily, my positioning was off due to her getting out of the car, and I was not authoritative.
176. B: Walking away, I saw a girl waiting to cross the street:
Me: Do you like horses? Her: I already heard that one. I remind you of a friend who really liked horses, et cetera, right? Me: Really? Okay. Do you know who Oprah Winfrey is?
She asked about some guy who loved Oprah in some bar a few times. Each time I said, “Really?”, then got back on topic. Finally she said, “I really have to go.” I said, “I really have to go too!” (credit Nomad). She said, “So go!” and pushed me. I left.
I drove away from zombie land to the bars for some street game. It was empty except for some mixed sets, but the drive dropped my state and I was afraid to approach the handful of girls.
177. C<5: I saw a girl talking on the cell by herself. I walked past her once, twice, then finally doubled back and asked if she liked horses. She said, "Uh, not really," with a weirded out look. I said, "Okay," and left.
Despite my guest, I snuck out to game solo. Each of those could have been pushed harder and with more authority, but I made the best of tonight. I instantly switched openers when the girl had already heard it, something I’ve never done smoothly.
