Day 76/360: Martyr’s in Town

— Apr 25, 2009

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.

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.