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Day 71/360: Pickup Mansion Workshop #3 Day 3

Pull-ups: 4, 5, 3, 3, 2

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:

  1. Girls already interested in you
  2. Can’t wait to tell everyone to fuck off (plow, shotgun routines)
  3. Somewhere in the middle, open for it if you’re good, will chill with you, will go back and forth between interested and disinterested
  4. 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:

“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.