Day 75/360: Surrounded by Persian Mechanics

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.