Day 77/360: Day2 with Martyr

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.