Day 113/360: BBQ
Went to the BBQ, no time to pick up chicks.
I’m the worst raw vegan ever.
Went to the BBQ, no time to pick up chicks.
I’m the worst raw vegan ever.
I arrive in Canada.
I see a blonde with soccer ball sized boobs. Saw her pass by, packed and followed. Found her at luggage services, waited, she passed again. I gave up. Then waiting outside she walks toward me. Hey. Hey! “Not now”. She walks past me. I probably should have been more sympathetic.
Saw a cute girl walking in the opposite direction across the street, crossed to chase her. As I got close I saw another girl standing around. Horse girl. She laughs but it’s not her. I get suggestions for places to hang out, then leave.
A girl on a bike passes me. Do you like horses? Yeah. Nevermind. She rides away.
Went to a bar.
Nervous. Go downstairs. Nervous. Girl stands next to me. Horse girl, Brad Pitt, smart tests. Nervous kino. Talk nonsense, she has to look for friends, she leaves
Go back for two beers.
Go down. Girl by bar. Horse girl, smart tests, smart hot, good kino but didn’t escalate past arm around waist. Talked for a while at bar, should have moved her. She was incomprehensible. Snowboards, travels, makes own bikini line. Scale one ten how good kisser, but I don’t understand her response. I don’t pull trigger. Friend comes over. Befriend her. Logistics are fucked, she’s leaving tomorrow. Other guys hit on her, friend drags her away.
Three girls at bar. Horse girl, don’t acknowledge friends, Brad Pitt, they leave.
Chat with some guys, touch girl’s beads on neck, guy says I went too far, guy said bye.
Saw fat chick with sunglasses, accused her of groping people, turned attention to hotter friend, they leave.
Two girls left at bar, asked if bars close at 2, tour guide, didn’t feel like working on 2 girls, eject.
Worked on interviews with mom.
Packed for Canada. Edmonton, here I come!
It’s all the same, isn’t it?
Sorry for the lack of updates! I have a backlog of entries that I haven’t published because I wanted to post them chronologically after I fixed all the grammar and stuff. I’ll try to go through it soon, but I’m going to give up on the chronological posting. Yes I’m alive.
I drop off the Ex at the airport. So long!
Dylan and I go to Costco and return crap we shouldn’t have bought in the first place. It’s nice being able to return our stuff whenever we want. Here are some others. I buy a beard groomer to experiment with facial hair at Gabriel’s suggestion.
I go home and take a much needed nap.
Drew calls me. I pick up the Drew and the remaining tourists and we go for Bossa Nova. I’m surprise myself — all I want is a salad. It is delicious.
We go to Ralph’s. I see a redhead run into the store. I follow her. Horse girl, smart tests. She fails my smart test and calls herself stupid. I tell her, “I like girls who are smart, hot, and rich. What’s your best quality?” She says it’s that she has two jobs. We talk about her jobs as I find out more about her. I notice that when I take a step toward her, she steps back. So I mirror her non-compliance and step back and away from her instead, and she gets in my face. I ask if she likes tea, and she tells me she likes black and white tea, something I’ve never heard of before. She says they sell it in the store next door. I go for her number and say we can have black and white tea sometime. In retrospect I should have went for black and white tea with her instead of letting her go. I ask if she texts, she says she doesn’t have a cell at the moment so she gives me her home number instead.
I take the guys home. We practice guitar a little. I now have the beginnings of a callus on my right thumb.
I go solo.
As I walk down a street I see two girls holding hands. I ask if they know where I can get cotton candy. They say no and stop. I forget the contingencies. One girl says she likes my jacket, that it’s hot. I thank her and we part ways.
I see the House 2 guys. We chat a little as they wait to cross the street.
I see two girls crossing the street perpendicular to the guys. I ditch them and follow the girls into the bar. I say hi to the bouncer as he’s checking the girls’ IDs. I tell him to watch one of them, that she’s a troublemaker. I go in with the girls. They sit at the end of the bar and I walk and explore the rest of the bar. After hesitating a few minutes, I reopen them with, “What kind of trouble are you causing tonight?” We chat about plans, how everything is deserted. I ask if they are in the same sorority, they laugh and say they are. I ask who’s hazing who, and they say nobody’s hazing nobody. I’m asking a lot of questions so I cold read. I guess that the tall girl is not a teacher. The short girl says her sister’s a teacher. I tell her I would have guessed that she was a teacher, she had that kind of vibe. Conversation is platonic and I lack the balls to use attraction material. The girls start talking to each other because of my shitty positioning. I believe I have been blown out so I touch them to say good-bye. They instantly light up and want more attention from me, but at this point I was out of steam and out of practice, so I leave despite what they want.
I walk up and down Cahuenga, not approaching anything. Approach anxiety is a bitch.
I see P. Diddy hounded by photographers. He looks disoriented as he’s walking back and forth. His SUV arrives and he shoves his bodyguard aside to get into the front passenger seat and they take off.
I see the promoter getting into a cab with two girls. I say hi and bye.
One of the promoter’s friends says hi to me, though I didn’t recognize him. The girl he’s with says hi as well. I hug the girl. She says she likes my hair, I thank her. We part ways.
I haven’t gone solo in a while. Must brush up on solo game, especially since my solo game results have been better than going out with others. It’s refreshing to go solo, actually. I go where I want, I don’t need to think about where my wings are or where they want to go.
The Ex and I go for breakfast, then she gets a tattoo while I nap on the couch. It was a good nap.
The other two tourists join us and we go to Hollywood Blvd. We see Spider-Man, Yoda, Darth Vader, two Marilyn Monroes, and Jason Voorhees, who stabs us as he passes. Bastard.
Drew joins us. We go to the Third Street Promenade. The other guys go for Hooters while the Ex and I go see the beach, then go for Mexican food. Raw food restaurants are expensive.
We attempt to go to the Hollywood Sign using Jake’s directions, but fail because we don’t have a flashlight.
I drop off the guys and the Ex and I go clubbing with my junior high school friend. First we go to Geisha House, which is pretty lame and has a ton of sausage.
The girls go for drinks. I don’t drink so they leave me. I see two black chicks in front of me. Horse girl. It’s not her. I improv a little. One girl says the other is a stripper. I do the actress/waitress/stripper/prostitute routine, then build rapport. In retrospect I tried to build rapport too early because they weren’t attracted yet. Eventually they tell me it was nice meeting you. I leave.
The Ex and my junior high school friend saw me in action. I act like nothing happened. Just another day in my life.
We dance a little. Once the girls’ drinks are finished I take them to Les Deux. It’s midnight. We are ignored by the door guy until I see the Monday door guy walking by. I say hi, ask if it’s possible to get me and my friends in. At first he says probably not, then he sees that they are girls and says he’ll see what he can do. He talks to the door guy and we go in.
Les Deux is much nicer than Geisha House. Tons of hot girls in skirts dancing around. I show the girls around and lounge on a couch, a girl on each arm. Instead of approaching I just look cool, make eye contact with lots of girls and catch up with my junior high school friend.
Tonight I realize that, even with two girls, it’s hard to get into some places at midnight. Luckily the Monday door guy showed up, otherwise we would have been standing outside for a while. Next time I need to show up earlier.
Drew, Jake, the tourists, and I went to dim sum in Chinatown. It was very grubby.
We then went to Little Tokyo. It was very little.
My ex wanted to a tattoo so we went tattoo shopping. Didn’t get a tattoo yet though.
Drew’s brother reminded me that I needed to pick up my guitar. We went. My guitar is now sitting next to my snowboard in my room.
We went for sushi. But we couldn’t reach it because the police were blocking off lots of things. My ex heard that Proposition 8 was upheld today, so there might be a riot. Who knows? We went for Mexican but the prices scared us off. Finally we went to a sushi place within walking distance of the house.
After sushi we find out that the police blocked off all the streets because of a Proposition 8 protest. We walk back home. The protest walked down our street, so we were gay marriage protesters for two blocks.
Saw a girl sitting on a window ledge. Horse girl. Rapport seeking questions. Conversation gets boring. Eject.
Saw a girl with three friends following her. “Do you like horses?” Yes. “Okay, check this out…” She turns around and leaves. I think this was because I sounded very rehearsed.
The promoter points out three girls standing around. “Do you know this girl?” Horse girl. She says she’s the horse girl. I go for the hug — she slaps my hand to give me a high five instead. I ask her for her name. She says the weird horse girl. She’s not complying. I’m about to eject but the promoter joins and tries to wing me. The girls leave.
I see a cute blonde looking at candy. Horse girl, we hug. She says she’s from England so we talk about that and traveling. Her friends are leaving and she has to go, so I go for her number. She says her boyfriend wouldn’t fancy her giving her number out. I let her go.
I see a blonde standing by herself. Horse girl. As I’m telling the story she points to her phone, says she has to meet her friend, and walks away.
I see a brunette standing by herself. Horse girl, smart tests. She asks if there are hidden cameras, a sure sign of over-gaming. I cold read that she’s a teacher, but she’s a script supervisor. We talk about her work, traveling in Europe, et cetera. She sees Driver’s reflection as he’s waiting for me and asks if that’s my friend. I say no, that’s my right hand man. She asks if he’s my wingman, I say no, he fetches coffee for me. I share a story of how I trick my friends into doing absurd things, such as getting a refund on ice cream after licking it. Then I try to convince her to get a refund on her hot chocolate, which amused her. She had to go. She was only in town until Saturday so she said she has no phone number. I got her e-mail.
That last approach made me feel comfortable just being myself, sharing my quirky stories and getting laughs out of them. I also felt rust shaking off from cold approaching. I feel that I need to do more solo game. When I’m with the other guys, I tend to hang out with the guys and have approach anxiety, rather than forcing myself to open because there is no alternative. It’s not their fault and it’s not my fault, it’s just the way things wind up happening.
At the mall I did horse girl to a sales girl. She already heard it. I was unprepared, though I should have been, since I’ve heard it often enough. She politely tells me to leave.
We watch Terminator Salvation.
Everybody’s sick or sleepy. I’m both, but I still want to go out. I go out with Traveller and Poker Face. I’m petrified. Wow, such amazing approach anxiety.
I open a fat chick with the psychologist opener. It goes as well as it can, but she’s boring and so am I. I leave.
Poker Face and I start opening girls with just, “Are you having a good time?”, simultaneously. It was fun for a bit but my anxiety shot up and I couldn’t even do that.
A tall girl opens Poker Face and me. We talk a little, then walk away. Later on she walks toward us and I reopen her. We play with her a little, then run smart tests and smart/hot/rich. I get her number. She asks for my name and I tell her, “Brad Pitt”. We fuck around a little more but I get bored of her and let her go.
She gets her car. I yell at her to drive me to my car, and she does. Once at my car we continue chatting. I build comfort. I tell her I’m hungry and suggest a diner. We go for dinner and it’s the longest dinner ever. We’re both left tired and eventually she drives me back to my car and she leaves. She texted me after she left.
I feel I got a new friend, though it was not what I was after. Now that I’m back in my room, I wish I tried to get to her place, because I knew that her boyfriend was in Vegas. Her dog would have been the perfect excuse to visit. The majority of the night I was trying to build connections with her, to genuinely find out about her.
I’m getting better at building connections with girls.
Went to UCLA. Saw a cute girl enter the Rite Aid. Horse girl. Rusty. She loved it. Eject.
At a Ralph’s. Saw a cute girl. Within a second, horse girl. She walks away to pay for her stuff midway. My execution wasn’t bad, at least I didn’t think it was.
Showed the ex around town. Easily got into two clubs I’ve never been in before. It’s nice having a girl with me. High fived a girl with a tiara. I haven’t gotten used to cold approaching with my ex around yet. I hope to overcome this awkwardness soon.
Went to a college bar with Poker Face and Traveller again.
Saw two Asian girls near the wall. Horse girl, tour guide. She doesn’t go out much, she says she’s old. They guess I’m 24, they say they’re 32. I find them boring so I start to leave, but the friend tells me I shouldn’t use horse girl. I tell them that line got me laid 300 times last week alone! I then ask what I should say instead, so she suggests, “Hi, how are you?” Duh. I tried that, didn’t work. She points to a girl and tells me try it on her instead. The girl she points to is cute, so why not?
I go to the girl the previous girl pointed at. Horse girl, it wasn’t her. They’re on their way to the bar and walk away.
I go out to the patio. Two girls leaning against the rail, horse girl. She repeats my words. I roll with it, saying she must be the horse girl! No, she’s not. I say that she must have a doppleganger. Her friend says she has to go pee, and drags her away.
I hear someone behind me say, “All men are God’s infantry.” I turn around and question what that means. We have a lively chat. The only girl in the group is the guy’s wife, so I don’t do anything. However I still put down women in front of her just to have a fun.
Two girls stand in front of me, turn around and look at me. I smile and say hi. They say hi back. I horse girl the fat chick, but in a super watered down way. They’re a bachelorette party. A girl in green joins, I introduce myself to her. The green girl is cuter and more receptive to me so I concentrate my efforts on her. A girl in black joins but before I introduce myself she sits at a nearby bench. I sit next to her, introduce myself. She’s very receptive but so trashed that I can’t understand a word she’s saying. I have my arm around her waist but it’s difficult to understand anything she’s saying because of the noise. I get her number. She’s easily distracted and the rest of the group seems to no longer like me so I leave.
I see the girl in black again. Her sister (green girl) is being hit on by two guys. The guys get both girls’ attention and shut me out. Oh well. At the end of the night I see the girl in black leaving with some guy. Fuck. Wait… now they’re yelling at each other, really pissed. Time to play hero. I go in, hold the girl, ask if she’s alright. She holds me and continues yelling at the guy. The guy tries to salvage the situation, whispering into her ear. I push him away, he explains that he’s just trying to apologize. I hold him at arm’s length and he eventually leaves. The girl thanks me for stepping in, but that she didn’t need my protection. I said I know, I just thought she’d be pounding his face if I didn’t step in. We chatted a little, I held her back to make sure the guy left. We kissed.
We went out to find her sister. I told her sister she almost got into a fight, trying to win the group over. Her sister thanks me but the other friends don’t hear the story and tell me to fuck off. The girl in black tells me repeatedly to call her. Sure.
We leave and do street game.
Poker Face and Traveller see two girls across the street and tell me to approach them. The cars aren’t moving, so I run across, walk ahead of them, time it so that I stop at the corner, then horse girl them. No, it’s not them. They walk off and I don’t stop them.
Two girls leave a venue. Horse girl. I don’t get to finish because she’s too distracted looking for her car or her friend.
Poker Face opens four black chicks. The two hot ones continue walking. I wing him with the other one. She’s from New York as well. I tell her I’m a gold digger. We have fun chatting. Three white guys invade Poker Face’s set. I go in and help out, it turns out they’re from Toronto. I toss them to the friend, who’s also from Toronto. Poker Face loses interest so I leave as well.
I see an Asian girl standing a few feet from her group. Horse girl. She loves it. She asks what nationality I am, I tell her I’m Swedish. She doesn’t believe it, I tell her to just look at my hair! I ask what nationality she is, she’s half Phillippino, half white. Her friends call her to leave, so I use the one night stand number close. Doesn’t work. Oh well, I tried. She was fun.
Got some more rust off, my mind is quickening again, responses are wittier. I had some approach anxiety here and there, but nothing too major.
Finally got out of the house. Yay!
I was beaming all night.
Saw a black chick near the bar. Horse girl, she forgives me. She has a friend but I don’t include her out of bad habit. We somehow got on the thread that she was homeless and so was her boyfriend, that she lived out of her car. After a while I ejected. Instead I should have involved the friend and plowed. Oh well!
Horse girled a girl who looked familiar. She said she heard this from me already. I was unprepared to respond, she walked away. So rusty! But so in state.
A girl looks at me, I say hi, she says hi, says she likes my jacket. I thank her, smart test. She complies, then smart/hot/rich. Oh no, she’s not rich. I tell her I’m looking for a sugar mama, she says she’s looking for a sugar daddy, that I must pay $10k/week. I wasn’t sure how to handle it, and it finishes with us agreeing we’d never get along and leaving. It seemed like I was overqualified, but she was also trying hard to make me qualify. Weird. I should have absurdified and said I’m everyone’s sugar daddy, and made her qualify herself to me to prove she’s worth my time. Damn rust!
I winged Driver as he finished sexy shoe girl. Mini-isolated the obstacle, got her number because she seems cool.
Saw a hot girl standing by the bathroom texting. “Are you blogging? Are you having a text war?” Riffed off that. Her boyfriend came over, I befriended him and left.
Hugged a birthday girl who just turned 21 as she was passing by.
We left the bar. On the street I saw three girls coming out of a restaurant. “Do you like horses?” No not really, walked off with her friends.
It’s great being out again!
I am sick.
My mom volunteers me to help her apply for a job. I work on her CV and cover letter instead of talking to girls.
Woke up with excess mucus. My nose is running and I have a wet cough. I don’t have much of an appetite. I have two green smoothies.
Turbo and Drew kidnap me for manual labor. We pick up a free couch and spend the next hour trying to get it through his door. No dice. It’s now stuck in the door frame.
We go for IHOP. I have water because I want to stick to a raw vegan diet until I feel better. It also saves me money.
Turbo goes home. Drew dissects his couch and we force it through the door.
I go home to work on my mom’s CV.
I texted a girl today. No response.
It’s odd. I’m unmotivated to go out at all. The past three days wiped out my energy and the cold isn’t helping.
Too much marketing. Brainwashing wearing off. Cult sense tingling!
Well I survived without buying any of their products, surprisingly.
Second day of fasting. Just broke my fast drinking a Kombucha.
Learned to pick locks with Drew. That was fun.
Didn’t pick up any chicks. Still a little sick.
Snapped a rubber band on my wrist until I bled. Cult?
Got contact info for two chicks. Practiced empathetic listening.
Didn’t have time to game today. I did talk to a total stranger and suggested we have sex. She said yes, but I lost her in the crowd of 500 people.
I learned two things today:
I have either a cold or allergies today. My nose has been running since last night. Perhaps my body is detoxing — I’ve made my diet a stricter raw food diet the past few days, due to eating cooked food with Drew so often.
You can tell I didn’t do shit just by the title.
I did go to the Whole Foods in my pajamas, though. Social freedom!
The next three days I will be attending the Millionaire Mind Intensive. I expect my mind to be molded to be able to figure out how to make lots of money through smarts and hard work, rather than brute force.
Went for Chinese with Drew. Saw a girl with nice legs walking toward us, horse girl, quick blowout.
Met up with House 2 guys, went to Asian club.
Horse girl to girl standing by herself, she walks away laughing.
Horse girl to two girls and one guy, they’re weirded out, eject.
Learn dance moves from Traveller.
Walk around. See girls across the street, horse girl, walked with them for a while, found out about them, they asked about me, I let them go when I arrive where I go.
Saw two older ladies outside Beauty Bar, complimented one on her hair, chatted for a bit with both. A guy comes out, I befriend him, find out about him. Blonde goes in, I continue talking to guy and girl. I get bored and leave. Poker Face winged me.
Go to The Room. I see three girls looking at me. One comes by, “You look familiar…”, horse girl. She laughs, says it’s not her, it’s her birthday, goes back to her friends. Poker Face opens them, I join and wing him. One girl slaps my back really hard and I make her apologize. We chat a little, I feel her boobs. I get bored, wish the girls a good night, and leave.
We head to Beauty Bar. I say hi to the older ladies I met outside earlier, dance a little with some random girls. We’re uninterested in everyone so we leave to meet up with Traveller.
Traveller points out the hottest girl he’s seen and tells me I can open her. I tell him any one of us can open her. He points her out and I horse girl her. She’s slightly confused by it and leaves to take her cab.
I see a cute girl giving out fliers ripping off a sticker from her leg. I ask if she does that to keep herself warm, we role play into that and she cracks up. I run the eat shit routine, but mostly stick to finding out about her. A few times she refers me to her friend, who is also giving out fliers. I befriend him and Driver wings me. Conversation gets dry a few times but I keep digging for info about her. Eventually I go for the number and leave.
I see a tall girl with a blond streak standing outside Ecco. She looks like she was talking to a friend so I ask Driver to wing me. Horse girl, rapport rapport rapport, tour guide, number. I call immediately and she saves my number. I felt that I should have stayed longer but it felt awkward, so I left.
We walk to my car. On the way I horse girl two girls walking in our direction. They are weirded out, but we continue walking with them because that’s where we’re headed as well.
An Asian girl is taking pictures of the guys next to us, so Driver and I accuse her of stalking us, taking pictures of us, and photoshopping our heads onto naked bodies. She was fun to talk to, but we arrived at our car so we left it at that. It’s nice to just have friendly chats with random strangers.
I went to the Saddle Ranch but it was dead, so I went to The Standard.
I find out it’s the second of a weekly DJ event. I meet all the promoters and a cute photographer. We become good friends for the night.
I see one girl sitting by herself. Horse girl. She’s not paying attention. I tell her she has ADD. She agrees and leaves.
Discussed moral relativity with Nomad, coming to the conclusion that fucking an engaged girl leads her down the path to enlightenment.
Hung out with Drew and Turbo. Horse girled an older blonde lady until her friend dragged her away.
Saw a girl looking at whip cream. Opened with, “You know, the sugarless whip cream isn’t sticky.” She says, “I know, but I can’t find it!” I find out she’s preparing to meet up with her boyfriend, as indicated by the strawberries and twinkie bites in her cart. I find out they’ve been together for 8 months. She walks away.
I see a cute black girl with a guy, though I don’t think they’re together. She has a lot of chains on her neck, so I comment on it. She says it’s actually one chain. I ask if it’ll reach the end of the store, she laughs and says no. I ask if she’s into S & M. The guy laughs, she doesn’t know what that is. I say, “Bondage.” She still doesn’t know what that is. The guy uncomfortably takes a step away from her us. Drew and Turbo are done shopping so I leave as well. In retrospect I should have continued, the guy wouldn’t have been her boyfriend if he widened the gap between us when I was talking about sex.
I go to a concert with Jake.
I meet some friends through the social circle. I tell them I’m unemployed and living here for a year, on vacation, to learn about myself. Rather than condemn me, I am admired and told, “It’s like a sabbatical.” My insecurities about my identity were unjustified. I don’t game the girls much, other than sharing my identity, because they are part of the social circle and I don’t know what my boundaries should be.
Concert’s over.
I walk past a few people coming from the concert, shout the band’s name and give them high fives. I feel social and spiritually connected with everyone.
I see a circle of girls eyeing me as I walk past them like a pussy. I walk back, put my arms around two, and ask if they are the band’s fan club. They say yes. I ask who the leader is, they point to an Asian chick. I accuse her of definitely going backstage and snorting coke off a stripper’s back. I run out of things to say, fear the social awkwardness, and tell them, “Alright, see you next week!” and leave. In retrospect, I wasn’t fully trying to figure the girls. If I were, I would have found out what made the Asian chick the leader, where they were having the pillow fight after, et cetera. Instead I pussied out. Oh well.
I go home and chat with Dylan about my newfound confidence in my imperfect identity.
I watch Fight Club.
Employment is the exchange of your services for money. For salaried workers, it’s an exchange of your time for money, with the assumption that that time will be spent servicing the employer.
While working, your time is not your own. You cannot do what you want to do. The payout is that, when you are not working, you can use your money however you want.
While unemployed, you have time to do what you want. I am here, unemployed, thinking about life and how best to tackle it. I am thinking of what I should do with my life, how to make money to sustain myself when I run out of savings or when I’m traveling or whatever. I can do this because I have the luxury of time. The “lucky employed” do not have this luxury.
With no income I have no means of purchasing material goods. I now realize I don’t need any of that shit. In fact, all my material goods are clutter. They take up space and visually and emotionally disturb me.
I want to get rid of all my material goods. I want to be completely self-contained. I want to move about freely, without worrying about my shit being stolen or damaged, because I have none.
I want to live without needing to buy stuff. I want to live without needing money. Time is far more precious.
What is money really for? Buying stuff you don’t need? The only thing you really need is food. Shelter is everywhere, if you look. You can crash at a friend’s place, you can sleep in the park, you can sleep in an internet cafe.
Entertainment? Please. Who needs TV, music, concerts, gourmet meals when you can live, when you can visit new places, meet new people?
Friends and family? Those cannot be bought with money. Do you need money to sustain your friendships or family ties? If so, why?
This is an unedited thought process regarding the supposed merits of employment.
Be genuine.
Cold reads: try to make real observations, not just general statements that work for everyone.
Read How to Win Friends and Influence People. Go out, meet people, leave only when I know their life story. Establish commonalities. Will bring her into your world, makes comfort happen. Brings identity into game. Empathetic listening: last three words of sentence, repeat. “I was in Chicago, went white water rafting” “Once I went out and went white water rafting.”
Charisma: someone who meets someone, tries to find out about them, connects.
Spread myself out more. Low tonality. Bob Corff CD – Standard American Dialect. Stop gesturing – only kino.
Imagine fucking girls, cumming on her face, et cetera to girls you’re talking to.
Empathetic listen until I find a detail. Then find a commonality. Tell a story to build commonality. Ask a question, build a tease “Ha, you’re not a crazy cat girl, are you?”
Went to a concert with Driver and Nomad.
Talked to two girls at concert, asking about who just played. Continued talking to Driver, they slowly drifted away.
Nomad pulls me in to talk with some girl, got some info about her.
Went out with Poker Face and Driver.
Place was completely dead. Driver opens the only group of girls, I wing him by talking to guy and girl. We talk for about an hour, building connections with the girl. She was really cool and interesting, well travelled. I didn’t escalate or use hard game, since I was winging and the boyfriend was right there, but I did my homework, getting to know her life story and occasionally remembering to not use my hands to talk and use a masculine tone.
We see a crowd of black chicks coming out of Sugar.
Horse girl to two black chicks, one with cool hair. Not her, she walks away to her car.
Horse girl to two black chicks sitting and waiting for their ride. Talk with black chick for twenty minutes, she wants to be a nurse. I don’t think I shared much info about myself, though.
When girls are attracted, Instead of doing rapport, go sexual. Escalate, sensual kino, voice tone, seductive voice tone, “Oh yeah?” and pull hair, “I love slow dancing” and slow dance. Build masculine presence, sexual presence.
Did some day game.
Toned energy levels down.
Opened girls by spreading my arms and stopping them.
Black and white girl, black girl was more fun.
Horse girled girl in B and N, touched, smart tests, she leaves.
Horse girled girl sitting, boyfriend comes back.
Horse girled red head, walks away.
Got sunglasses.
Back.
Night game.
Loud, did robotic warmups, blowouts.
Jake tells me to be more physical, danced and grinded with black chick for a bit.
Chatted with some more girls, nothing special.
Horse girled Asian girl and white girl on street, plowed a little, girls weren’t complying, they were fake complying. Jake wins them over, tells me I am disingenuous.
Went to Beauty Bar.
Saw cross-eyed girl, she was into me, danced with her a little, she leaves.
Saw a bunch of Asians, Nomad tells me to go in, Asian mechanic, they all blow me out one after another, except one drunk girl. We get along fine but she gets pulled away.
I chat with one Asian girl left alone a little, she skeptical about me but I slowly win her over.
Cross-eyed girl comes out, she’s more physical so I play with her more. She runs away saying I wanted the Asian chick instead.
Jake gets cross-eyed girl’s friend, I pull cross-eyed girl away from guys she’s flirting with, we walk to their car.
They drive us to the house, I make out with the cross-eyed girl. She turns out to be really cool, she is a talented cook, plays drums, has a fun personality but she’s got low self-esteem, doesn’t think she’s good enough for me so I let her win me over, genuinely. Make out here and there, dominate her, jump in hot tub but she doesn’t go in. Her friend wants to leave. I chat with her friend a little, it’s mother’s day tomorrow, takes cross-eyed girl away.
Jake chats with me, explaining the importance of being genuinely curious about the girls I talk to. Not necessarily saying the words genuinely, saying the exact truth, but to have a genuine interest in finding out about girls and building a connection with them.
Be genuine. Find out about the girl, find something that truly interests me about her. Qualify her with things I am truly looking for.
A light goes on.
Tonight our instructors are Gabriel and Bobby. I arrive late and everyone else has already started. I am told to list my strengths:
We all share our strengths.
Someone mentions sarcasm and Gabriel or Bobby say that sarcasm is opposite of teasing. Sarcasm is when you say something positive but it means something negative, while teasing is when you say something negative but it means something positive. So teasing is good, but sarcasm is bad.
After Nomad describes his strengths, Gabriel notes that Nomad has a calm and assertive vibe.
Gabriel discusses apparent contradictions. They are polls of the same continuum — some contradictions are only illusory contradictions. Rapport versus teasing; rapport versus flirting; scripted versus improv.
A quick tangent about archetypes, that successive generations are just repeating ideas of archetypes. Just because something didn’t happen to you doesn’t mean it wasn’t in your consciousness.
Befriending versus seducing: don’t want to be girl’s enemy, she might be attracted but she might not trust you. You don’t want to be in friend zone.
Outcome independence versus persistence: a lot of people make the mistake that any outer action must have a correlation of inner state. Persisting out of neediness can have different state versus persisting out of outcome independence.
Dominance versus compassion: domineering means you’re trying to dominant, wanting to have influence. If you don’t want to have influence but you don’t even try, it will be difficult to build attraction. Dominance is the result of the situation, things happen, you may or may not be dominant. However, you can increase the chance of dominance.
Leading versus flexibility: flexibility should be your inner state, you’re leading toward your goal, leading on larger scale but flexible on smaller scale.
Gratitude versus goals and drive: goals and drive are external while gratitude is internal.
You don’t have control of the result, just focus on the action as best you can.
Recognize negative spirals and reframe, get out of it. Recognize you’re in negative frame of mind, need to become comfortable, do something to reframe.
You can give approval with no need for return and that’s non-needy.
Energy Levels
We need to enter set at or above energy level.
What is energy level? Enthusiasm, projection, hand motions.
How do you determine others’ energy levels? Volume, voice tone, proximity (farther is higher), movement.
Ideal energy: depending on context, you may want to be at their level, or if they’re more subdued, increase. There’s also the venue average. Walking, higher energy, lower once it’s stopped. Club, higher energy.
Where does energy come from? Dancing, health.
When people are at the same energy level, they can connect better.
A lot of times guys don’t express with their facial expressions enough. Make sure you’re using facial expressions to increase intensity levels.
The higher the energy level, the more intense the facial expression.
Blank expressions are creepy.
Field Time
Gabriel opens two Canadian chicks and is finished with them. Nomad points out that I am going to Canada soon so I should open them. I build attraction, but every time I touch my girl she backs away. The obstacle seems more fun so I switch targets with Mr. S. He continues to dominate the conversation so I ask him to stop talking to my new target. At that point it’s obvious my new target’s into him and my previous target hates being touched, so I leave.
I observe Gabriel get blown out five times in a row.
I see a British girl sitting. I open her but she’s boring. Her hot friend joins. She seems interested so I turn down the material. Conversation dries up and I leave.
I see an Asian girl. I walk up to her, say, “Hey.” She’s visibly shocked and runs away before I deliver anything.
I see two Indian chicks check me out as I walk by them. I high five them to open, then drop into normal conversation since they aren’t that cute and eyed me already. I tease them a few times and they leave. Overqualified?
Walking girl, horse girl, walks away.
A girl recognizes me from before. She says I’m hot so I make out with her. She leaves so I backturn her.
I watch Bobby open a table with five girls. He doesn’t sit down even though there’s a seat — instead he leans over to talk to the blonde girl only. After a while he talks to the brunette who has been ignored the whole time. She’s really into him. Finally he sits down and the rest of the table does their own thing while the brunette and he are talking. He leaves. I explains that he recognized that he was overqualified the moment he opened, so he worsened his body language. He talked to the blonde first because she was the bitchy one in control of the other girls, so he needed to win her over first.
We go to the hotel club across the street.
I watch Bobby talk to two Indian girls. He pulls me in, so I act as a wing and occupy the friend and a guy who joined. He loses interest and stops talking to the hotter one, so I leave.
I see an Indian chick on swing. I open her, she says she likes my hair and asks if she can feel it. I tell her to scoot over and sit next to her. She is amazed that my hair is soft. She’s friendly and we have a platonic conversation. She says she needs to entertain her friend who’s from out of town, so I get her number.
Bobby sends me to talk to a seated group of six. I sit down, ask if they know who Oprah is. All the girls say no, the guy next to me doesn’t follow suit and gets the whole opener. The rest of the group ignores me, and the guy slowly ignores me as well. I am shut out.
Opened three girls with Oprah. They love the opener and play along. One girl says, “Let me introduce you to my friends.” I realize she was the Indian chick from the swing so I ask the white girl if she’s the one from out of town. Since she is, I focus my attention on winning her over. They sit down and I sit with them, chatting with them. Gabriel tries to wing me but just as he joins they all leave to find a fourth girl.
Gabriel tells me to open two dancing girls. Do you know this girl? Horse girl, friend leaves us alone. Seems attracted so I seek rapport, compliment her snowboarding and travels. She gets bored. A guy comes in and shuts me out. Gabriel says I wasn’t physical with her and didn’t build enough attraction.
Drew is sick. I get him a wheatgrass shot and a smoothie. Three hours later, he feels better.
We hang out. Drew makes me text and call my girls. I’m scared for my life but I call them. I can’t get any of them on the phone.
We walk around the neighborhood, talking about life, game, et cetera.
I see four girls walking toward us. I try to stop them with the Rodman technique, shouting, “Do you like horses?” They walk around me. One of them asks if I like newspapers. I tell her I love newspapers.
Drew spots a girl and says, “Her.” She looks older but alright. As I walk closer, I realize she’s not alright at all. Horse girl. “I don’t think so, I’m in finance.” She walks away and I am relieved.
Dylan and I discuss our plans after Pickup Mansion. I want to hit a lot of cities and countries, perhaps doing a world tour as a coach. In the meantime I’m going to concentrate on improving my skills and exploring LA during the day. I’m happy Dylan is getting better, I miss our adventures.
Ed Hardy girl. Chatted some, tour guide. I leave because I don’t feel like chatting with her anymore.
Tall walking girl, Rodman, horse girl. She’s from Cheklaslavakia.
Chatted with Body Shop girls. Cute manager leaves. The other chick is interested but not hot. Life isn’t fair.
Horse girl. She’s French. Bye bye.
Horse girl. She’s from Ohio, unemployed. Her fat friend comes over and takes her away.
Go to an outdoor mall.
Two Asian girls, horse girl. Target wasn’t attracted but friend was, kept playing with her hair. Got friend’s number. From Canada, asked them what there is to do in Canada.
Language stand girl, horse girl, smart tests. Shared identity, she has boyfriend, gives me her e-mail because she doesn’t get contacted very often on phone, otherwise boyfriend would get suspicious.
Horse girl to girl on line for food, once I was done she said she had to go now. I let her go.
I find coupons for two pieces of chicken and two sides for free from KFC. I send them to Turbo and Drew and we have a delicious free meal. We intend to have many more!
The promoters came out tonight with us.
Upon entering the venue I opened two girls and one guy, horse girl. I engaged the group but didn’t run any other routines. I led the conversations, building rapport because they are from Canada and I’m going in a few weeks, telling them where to go, assigning them roles (they are the Canadian hacky sac champions). They were boring so I left to hit on some other girls.
I stood around for a while, not doing anything. Retarded.
Finally I forced myself to horse girl three girls. They were engaged but as soon as I was done their attention turned back to each other. It was difficult because I didn’t sit next to the horse girl because she had her purse there, so I had opened standing the whole time. I engaged the whole group, though. At one point I was shouting so loud I spit on the horse girl, haha. She didn’t seem to notice.
Most girls in the venue were talking to guys and tucked in hard-to-reach areas. I’m just justifying my pussiness.
Driver is talking to my first warm-up group. I join them and invite them to an afterparty. I get the Asian girl’s number.
We leave.
I see an okay black girl in the car. I slow down and wait for her to get out. Horse girl. Halfway though she asks me a question and I answer, then resume the opener. For some reason she thinks I screwed up my lines so she leaves. In retrospect this means my lines sounded too rehearsed. Still, I wasn’t warmed up so that’s the way it’s going to be.
I see five guys and girls in a circle on the street. Horse girl. The girl listens to my spiel, forgives me, and tells me to get away. Weird.
We run into the Canadians again. I high five one of the girls and continue walking. I wasn’t in a good mood.
We arrive at a bar that I never like being in. Too much seating, too many mixed groups, too many regulars, too many excuses. I don’t talk to anyone but Driver there.
We go back to House 2. I text the Canadian chick the address of the afterparty. She asks if the Patron’s chilled. I reply that it’s only chilled for cool people. She never responds and never shows up, as far as I know.
I don’t really care about the Canadians because I thought we could do better. But my night was off so we let go of the best interaction of the night. We should have showed them around, eventually walking them to House 2. I should have been more sexual with them, the interaction was pretty platonic, though I was easily dominating the conversation the whole time.
The only shit test failed was when I forgot the white Canadian chick’s name. I started spouting off guys’ names, but that didn’t win her over.
Nomad drives my lazy ass back to LA. So long Las Vegas, I’ll be back!
I sleep the whole way because I’m a bastard.
Drew, Turbo, Dylan, Mr. S, Nomad, and I exchange adventures this past week.
I drop off Drew at 12:30 a.m. I haven’t showered since yesterday and didn’t brush my teeth since my nap in Nomad’s car, but it’s late so I go directly to the rocker club, solo.
I see two regulars there and we hug. They immediately turn their attention back to each other so I leave them.
I see a girl sitting by herself. Horse girl standing up. Midway through I move her purse and sit next to her. Shedding cat, smart tests. I tell her I’m from New York, but she says that this is not the place to socialize. I tell her I’m here because I didn’t want to be at home and wanted to listen to some music, because in New York it’s all hip hop all the time. I get the logistics: she walked over from her friend’s place. We continue chatting. A few minutes later her “friend” arrives and she holds his hand. I guess he’s more than a friend. I befriend him, and playfully tell him I’m going to crash on his couch since he lives within walking distance of this place. I leave.
I see a girl standing by herself. Horse girl. She says she loves animals, she’s a vegetarian. I tell her I’m raw vegan. We build rapport. Two of her friends come by and say, “No boys!” I scold her, “No boys!” She apologizes. I tell her it’s cool, we can’t chat today so we’ll chat tomorrow. I get her number.
Creative avoidance kicks in and suddenly there are no hot girls around. I listen to the band play two songs before I stop lying to myself.
I see a blonde, a black girl, and some dude chatting. The blonde looks bored. I save her of her boredom. Horse girl, smart tests. She laughs about the smart test, saying everyone knows the answer. I use this opportunity to vibe with the group, asking each person what four times four was. The black girl took a few seconds before she answered. Then I challenged the guy, but when he said sixteen I accused him of cheating, haha. The guy and the black girl leave. I feel attraction’s pretty high so I stop the attraction material and start building rapport. She’s vegetarian as well, so we vibe about that. She seems concerned about her friends so I call her a den mother, looking after her chicklets. I get her number. I cold read that she’s a teacher, but she’s still in college. Her friends return and ask where the afterparty’s at. I tell them I’m having one, and I’ll text her the address when I figure it out, but I need to meet up with my friends first.
I leave them and text the house that I’m bringing girls back. Nomad tells me his dick is ready. I go back to the girls and tell them I’m heading there now and they can follow me. The black girl says she’s going to drink first, so I text the blonde the address, then leave.
I drive back to the house and wonder if I should have stayed to make sure they come. A few minutes later the blonde calls me and tells me they are heading over. I put on cologne, chew some gum, I put on music, turn on the fire pit, and tell Nomad to put on his pants. Moments later the girls arrive. I greet them at the back and give them a tour of the house. They love the bean bag chair of course. I make them drinks, then we go to the fire pit. At first I sit with the two girls to either side of me, each of us in separate chairs. I’m bonding with the black chick about snowboarding, then tell the blonde I feel she’s getting lonely so I sit on her chair and put my arm around her. I entertain both girls with stories and conversation while waiting for Nomad to put on his pants.
Finally Nomad arrives. He quickly figures out the black chick plays guitar and pulls her into his room to play him some guitar. I chat with the blonde and as she’s passionately telling me about how much she loves animals, we kiss. I tell her I like how she’s so passionate about this, not too many people in LA have passions. We continue chatting some more and kiss again. There’s a lull in the conversation and she asks where the black chick is. I tell her she’s playing guitar for Nomad, to which she replies, “Oh, okay.”
I ask, “So you’ve never snowboarded before?” She hasn’t. I pull her into my room and tell her I’m going to give her her first lesson. I show her my board and have her stand on it, rocking her body to lift the board. Afterward she leaves to look for the black chick. In the future I will use the opportunity to push the girl on the bed.
The blonde goes into Nomad’s room. We show them Nomad’s wall of photos. The girls are together now and I sense their buying temperature dropping. I go to the living room, collect the lovesac balls, and throw them at the girls. The blonde isn’t really into it but the black girl is. The black girl gets so into it she pegs the blonde in the eye. Nomad senses that the blonde is losing interest so he announces that he’s teaming up with the blonde against me and the black chick. Now the blonde is more into it.
We throw the balls around until the blonde runs out of the room. I go out and find her on the bean bag. I toss two balls at her and jump her. We make out, I go for her boobs but she pushes my hand away — right between her legs. I start playing with her pussy but she pegs my head with the balls. I don’t finger her because I’m retarded.
She gets up and goes back to Nomad’s room. We all mess around a little until the girls say they need to smoke as an excuse to leave. We chat some more in the living room. They start dressing and putting on their boots. I pull the blonde into Nomad’s room, yank her hair back, and make out with her again. I stop and tell her that’s all she gets.
The black girl volunteers her number to Nomad. The girls head out the door. The blonde asks, “Aren’t you going to walk us out?” I walk her out, then pull her hair and make out with her once more at the door.
Nomad and I discuss tonight and how we could have fucked the girls. We conclude that Nomad should have gotten to know the blonde better before isolating the black girl to his room, so that the blonde didn’t feel like some stranger just abducted her friend.
I’m happy that, despite looking and smelling like shit, I managed to get two girls back to the house. I also worried about how the girls would perceive the house, since they are the only girls there — tonight proves that that’s a bullshit limiting belief. We didn’t fuck the girls, but I have a feeling we’ll be seeing them again.
Nomad, Driver, and I ride the New York, New York roller coaster. I haven’t ridden one in years, but I still didn’t fear the zero gravity feeling. We play Time Crisis 3 until we’re out of quarters. Damn terrorists.
Driver and I go for the seafood buffet at the Rio. It is expensive but delicious. God made crabs delicious so I can enjoy them.
We go to Old Vegas. The demographic is much less glamorous and snobby than New Vegas. In other words the girls aren’t hot. Nomad and Driver play craps. I don’t gamble so I go back to the hotel.
On my way back an Asian chick and I stare at each other as she passes me. I continue looking at her back as she turns her head around to get another look. Of course I don’t do anything, I’m a pussy.
I arrive at the hotel and refresh myself in preparation of going solo.
Approach anxiety takes over for a few minutes. I force myself to warm up.
I see an Indian chick standing by herself. Horse girl, it wasn’t her. Eject.
I see three girls standing around. Horse girl to the group. The girl gets offended but her friends are on my side, explaining that she looked like my friend, she doesn’t look like a horse. I mock her for having a blue tongue and I recommend they go to Chippendale’s or Thunder from Down Under while their husbands are lost. I eject.
Nomad and Driver arrive. Nomad goes off to have phone sex, so Driver and I do some approaches.
I see a girl sitting by herself in the casino. Horse girl. I notice her face looks like cracked paint and she has needle marks on her arm. I ask where she flew in from, she says Pennsylvania. I tell her I’m from New York and I say it’s nice to meet an East coast person. She then tells me she moved here and bought a house seven months ago. The inconsistency in her story convinces me that she’s a ho. Eject.
I jump in front of five girls and horse girl them. Two continue walking but three are engaged by my sexiness. Eventually the girl fesses up — she no speaky English. One by one they leave.
I open a blonde in a white dress from behind, just as she’s trying to pick up a client. She tells me to fuck off.
I horse girl two walking girls. I walk between them and continue talking for a while, but they aren’t stopping so I give them up. I should have tried to stop them at some point.
I see a hot girl with a chubby girl sitting down at a table. I sit next to the blonde and deliver horse girl to them both. They love it. Driver arrives and chats up the chub. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She’s smart, hot, and rich, so I tell her maybe we can hang out a little longer. Psychic routine, she’s from Ohio. Close enough. Reckon/yonder, eat shit. A friend arrives. I try to befriend her but she leaves immediately. A whole group of their friends are waiting so they are social pressured to leave. I ask how good of a kisser Ohio girls are. She says they’re terrible. I go for a kiss, she avoids it and leaves. She was fun. I didn’t push the sexuality as much on this approach as I had the past two days.
I see a girl in a blue dress walk by by herself. I sit next to her, horse girl. I notice her engagement ring. Her husband/fiance arrives and gives her her drink. I introduce myself and tell him horse girl, then eject.
I look around but there’s a huge group of 8 ugly girls I don’t want to approach or some mixed groups. Creative avoidance!
I notice two girls being hit on by two black guys, a fat chick and a girl with wings on her back. The fat chick has a guy hugging her in a needy fashion, but she likes him so it works. The other guy’s chatting with the wing girl a little but he’s completely beta and talks to the fat chick rather than taking on wing girl. Eventually he does a weak attempt at touching her back but she leaves to flirt with the bartender. What does he do? He sits on her chair.
The bartender escalates well but when he goes for the kiss she dodges, which is odd because bartenders have high social value and he seems to have good physical escalation skills. She does a few false takeaways, always going back to the bartender. Each time he goes for a kiss but she pulls back. Finally she leaves to make sure her friend isn’t making out with the guy.
Since it’s now two girls and one guy, I decide to see how far I can get. Wing girl’s definitely horny from all the flirting so it should be interesting. Horse girl. She doesn’t want to pay attention so I change topics. She plays with my hair so I play with hers. I ask for her name but she doesn’t tell me, so I call her horse girl. I lean back and let her try to win me over, remembering how she does false takeaways. I’m a 10 and I know it. The guy tries to motorboat her friend so she drags her friend off. I befriend the guy and we team up and chase the girls.
At this point things go wrong. I became the chaser rather than the prize to be won over by her. Wing girl’s trying to get the guy away from her friend and I’m on his side, because I figure he can occupy the friends while I fuck wing girl. They go into the bathroom and we wait. The guy leaves because they take forever. Finally they come out and I intercept them. Now I’m just a stalker who waited outside the bathroom until they were done. They try to ditch me by walking around but I follow them, trying to engage them. They go to a bar and sit so I don’t follow them to their room. I try to engage them some more. I manage to talk to the friend a little but wing girl pushes me away a few times. I want to be persistent but my mind is racing because I’ve never been in this scenario before. I hesitate. Finally I realize I’m stalking them at this point. I accept it as a blowout and leave them.
Going solo I had some approach anxiety but I started warming up by myself. I notice my horse girl works well when I’m very animated but also very dominant, like a jester but one who is to be taken seriously. Being sexual leads to better interactions and more touching. Believing that I am a 10 who’s out to be impressed is very effective with my look. It is congruent because if I am not confident that I’m hot and that girls want me for sex, then I’m just a poser. I was very persistent tonight. Though I failed to get the girl, the persistence is good for my game. If only she wasn’t cockblocking for her friend.
We sleep in all day. Nomad wakes me up to get lunch, then we pass out for another few hours. Pickup is exhausting!
While on the taxi line I see a blonde behind me. Horse girl, she forgives me. I am retarded and let it go.
We head to the Playboy club. We push our way to the front of the crowd. The door guy asks Nomad how many people are with him, and we are let in immediately. We stand on line to pay, then the door guy tells us to go straight to the elevator with fifteen girls. Driver apparently knew one of the girls so we bantered with the girls a bit. We roll into the Playboy club, for free, with an elevator full of chicks.
I need to warm up. I see an old couple. Horse girl. Not her, she’s from Jersey. I say we can never get alone, I’m from New York. We chat a little, then eject because it’s just a warm-up.
Two girls sitting next to each other. Horse girl. She heard it already, but I hold the frame and finish it. She says she heard it already, so I do sex last week. She hates that, so I do Oprah. She tells me to leave at this point so I do. It felt good to run all those openers. Nomad tells me he already horse girled them. We have a good laugh.
Nomad tells me the originator of the Rodman technique is here. It’s true! Dennis Rodman is here! I wanted to do the Rodman technique on him but he was just standing around the whole time. Oh well.
I see an older lady in blue with a guy. Horse girl. Not her but she’s old and with the dude so I eject.
Two girls by the bar, horse girl, they laugh and leave.
I see two girls and one guy. “Do you like horses?” The guy loudly interrupts, “No, she’s completely scared of them. Don’t even say the word, just say ‘the H word’.” I ignore him and continue, while he keeps interrupting again and again. I try to absurdify by saying, “I know, but I’m a complete douchebag.” At the end of the opener she didn’t understand at all, the guy had all the girls’ attention. Respect to the guy, I don’t get AMOGed often.
I walk around with Nomad, exploring the venue. We dance on the dance floor a bit, then Nomad’s friend tells us of a club that has a 50-1 ratio of girls to guys. We decide to leave as soon as Driver says bye to her friend. In the meantime we decide to offend as many girls as possible.
I see a private table with four hot blondes. I go to the most accessible one and do sex last week. She tells me her husband would not appreciate it, and starts poking me to leave. I laugh the whole way out.
Waiting for the elevator I see a bachelorette dancing with her friends. Sex last week. She says, “Maybe…” and I am stunned because I was expecting a blowout. Instead of stacking, I weakly say, “I’ve got to go,” and head to the elevator. The elevator is full so I missed my chance to fuck the bachelorette.
I am disappointed in my “let’s get blown out” mindset because I didn’t seize the opportunity when it appeared. We arrive but we can’t get in because of bullshit reasons. (We can’t get in even with Jenny McCarthy, because of our boots. What the fuck?) Eventually we get in because Nomad’s friend pulled some strings, but my state was affected.
We go upstairs and each have a shot. The music or the low state affected me, and I can’t approach.
I see Nomad talking to a blonde and a brunette. I remain in the vicinity in case he needs me and wants to pull me in, but he doesn’t. Eventually I join him. I chat with the blonde, who appears to be his target, but the brunette is cuter. I’m not sure who his target is anymore so I pull him aside and ask who his target is. He starts explaining his reasoning, so I cut him off and tell him to just tell me: blonde or brunette. He tells me the blonde. Okay, I immediately chat with the brunette. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich, tour guide, cold read that she’s a teacher (I am right). She gives me zero feedback. Okay maybe I’m overgaming. I share my identity, accuse her of being a naughty teacher and cold read that she’s a good girl on the outside but has naughty thoughts. Nope. Nothing. Meanwhile I am touching her back and playing with her hair. Conversationally everything is dead. I finally say something that causes her to leave. Oh well. I stay around for a while, in case she comes back and I need to wing again. She never comes back to talk to me but cockblocks Nomad indirectly.
I’m in terrible state. Nomad suggests I use “Did you grab my ass?” as an opener.
A girl passes me. Did you just grab my ass? She grabs my ass and I spank her, “Bad girl!” She leaves.
Another girl passes me. Did you just grab my ass? She doesn’t hear it and walks by.
Another girl passes me. Did you just grab my ass? “No.”
Girl at the bar. Sex last week. She can’t hear me and I don’t feel like repeating myself.
I go to the dance floor. Girls are looking at me and moving closer to me. I don’t know what to do and am too pussy to try anything.
Finally I high-five two fat chicks and dance with them a little.
We leave the club. A girl is sitting on a ledge with her shoes off. I tell her she must have her shoes on. She says her feet hurt. I offer a piggyback ride and try to pick her up. Her husband arrives.
We walk down the strip.
We see two girls sitting on a ledge and ask us for cigarettes. Nomad opens one, sitting next to her. I talk to the other a few seconds, then tell them to put away their stuff so I can sit between the girls. I’m physical with the girl. Three guys come by and start talking to my girl. I try to frame control but the guys have cigarettes. Once the guys give her a cigarette they’re out of the picture. (Lesson: don’t give girls what they want so easily.) A third girl joins us. The first two girls leave. The third girl makes out with Nomad, then with me, before she leaves.
I see a blonde and a brunette taking pictures. Horse girl to the brunette. I am really physical with her, even during the opener — I start by touching her shoulder, then midway I have my arm around her, and by the end I am whispering into her ear. I have an extreme sense of entitlement and truly feel like a 10 who gets used for sex all the time. I blow myself out of the water by mocking her too much, saying she’s a Valley girl because she’s from Orange County. Nomad engages the brunette so I switch to the blonde, who is hotter. (Nomad later tells me I’m a bastard.) I run the same extreme entitlement game on her, and she loves it. We hug and I go for the kiss but she dodges. The brunette sees the attempt and pulls the blonde away. Nomad goes for the brunette’s number while I go for the blonde’s number. The blonde refuses. Oh well.
Two girls playing slots. Nomad opens them, I wing him. I am still in the “I’m a 10″ mindset so I play with the girl’s hair a lot, I tell her to stop staring at my crotch (she’s sitting and refuses to stand up because her feet hurt, though I make her stand up once to prove she’s not a midget), and dominate her in various ways. I tell her I’m uneasy about her hands, I don’t want her to grab me, so I tell her to sit on her hands. She doesn’t comply. I try to isolate her but her friend freaks out. Nomad gets bored so we leave.
We arrive at our hotel. I see two girls playing slots. Nomad tells me to use the high-five opener, since I don’t have much experience with it. It works. I realize the girl I’m talking to has a wedding band so I lose interest. Yet when I talk to her cousin (a third girl who joined us later) she tries to get my attention, so I hop back to give her validation. Conversation goes nowhere and I am bored. We leave.
We take the elevator up to our room. Two girls open us but we’re retarded and don’t follow them to their rooms and fuck their brains out. Instead we go back to our own room and sit in the handjob chairs.
Tonight I realize how powerful presence can be. Presence can get us into clubs for free, it can get drunk girls (girls with no inhibitions) to tell us how sexy we are.
I truly felt like a 10, and that girls were using me for sex. I made girls prove themselves to me and pushed my touching and sexual talk pretty far. It blew me out, but I was never in the friend zone. Instead girls were in my friend zone.
I am still intimidated by loud clubs. I need to step up my physical game.
Nomad, W, and I go for raw food. It is delicious! W never had raw food before. I hope it was a good experience.
We discussed last night that Vegas girls want sex, they do not want boyfriends. So today we amp up our sexual topics.
Nomad and I go down. There are a lot more girls tonight than the past few nights. I feel anxiety as I enter the bar area, but I know what I need to do.
Nomad and I split up. I open the first girl I see. Horse girl. It doesn’t go very well but I run my stack. She gets more receptive but eventually has to leave. Now I’m warmed up!
I see three girls being hit on by three losers. For some reason I am intimidated and tell Nomad. He goes in. I’m too intimidated to even wing him. I stall for a while, then finally go in. Nothing. I provide nothing to the conversation. I disrupt one of the losers, but that’s about it. Eventually the girls leave. Nomad looks good to me, so I sorta did my job.
I horse girl a dark Asian girl. She leaves. I horse girl her again later, not remembering her from earlier. She reminds me I already used it on her. Okay, sex last week. She laughs and we hug. I get really physical with her and amp up the sex talk. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich, kiss test. She doesn’t let me kiss her, I get the cheek. She goes to the bathroom and I reopen her when she comes out. I get her number and have her save my number in her phone.
While waiting for the dark Asian girl to come out of the bathroom, I horse girl a girl, but it doesn’t stick.
Still waiting for the dark Asian girl, I talk to some girl standing near the bathroom. We have a boring conversation about good places to go. I can’t stand the conversation and eject.
I see a cute girl with a fat friend. Horse girl, reckon/yonder, eat shit, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, blender. She’s not giving me anything, and turns her attention to the poker table. I turn my attention to Nomad and the fat friend. We swap. Nomad wins over the cute girl and I get along with the fat friend. I turn things sexual, asking if her boobs are real, touching them, telling her I’d love to put my face in them. She’s cool with all that. I tell Nomad I’m bored and we leave.
Nomad is wondering if a girl in red is a ho. I tell him to find out. As he’s opening a girl in blue joins them. I go in and take care of the blue girl. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. I touch her but she slowly moves away each time. I cold read that she’s a teacher. I turn things sexual, saying she’s a naughty teacher and that she loves to spank her kids, asking if her kids ever have crushes on her, sharing a story of my friend who has kids looking down her shirt all the time. The conversation dies a few times and she says, “This place is really happening, huh?” “Yup.” I’m out of conversation. I run the beginning of the blender routine, ending with how I don’t like being treated like a piece of meat and that I’m not just a jackhammer with legs. Nomad is slowly blowing out the set, which I am absurdly relieved about, because that means I don’t have to talk to her anymore. What the fuck is wrong with me? I ask what her favorite color is, she asks me to guess. I look her up and down and guess blue. I’m right again. One night stand routine. She tells me to guess her number. I stare into her eyes for fifteen seconds and say, “It’s got ten digits…” She cracks up and leaves with her friend. This was an interesting interaction. Verbally, she seemed into me, but every time I touched her she backed off. Nomad theorizes that she’s not used to being that physical with a guy in public that quickly.
I tell Nomad to open an Asian chick. He circles her but says her boyfriend’s right there. Whatever. I horse girl her, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She says she’s got a boyfriend or something, and I tell her she’s in my friend zone, that I thought I’d give her a chance because she seemed cool, then left.
I see a Hawaiian girl at the ATM. From the beginning of horse girl I could tell she was attracted, so I toned it down a lot. I tell identity stories, telling why I’m here, finding out about her. Logistics are bad, she’s staying with her brother, so I get her number. Her brother comes by to check up on her and leaves when she says she’s okay. Moments later a girl comes by and drags her off.
Nomad opens two girls at a mall bar. We chat a bit but eventually they have to go. Hugs all around.
I see a girl walking around the mall bar. Horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She thinks I’m crazy the whole time and repeatedly asks if I’m high or drunk. I feel there is attraction and try to get her number. She doesn’t give it, so I hold her hand and go for it a few more times. It’s clear she’s not going to give it so I let her go.
I see a tall girl, horse girl. She goes up to a counter and is engaged with the guy for a while. I buy some time by checking my phone but it’s taking too long and I leave.
I see a black girl and a white girl, horse girl. The black girl looks hotter but as soon as she speaks I think she’s a he. I stop gaming her and let Nomad game the white girl. They leave.
I see another black girl and a white girl. Horse girl. The white girl tells me I should give the black girl a hug, so I do. The black girl freaks out a little — she’s a germaphobe. Smart tests, air high-fives. We chat a little but her ride is here and she leaves. We run into each other again and I offer another hug and she freaks out again, haha.
I see three cute girls walking. I’m about to do sex last week when one guy pulls my shoulder from behind and disrupts me, while the whole group walks past me. Respect.
I talk to a few girls sitting at slot machines. Horse girl. Not her, she’s a lesbian. They leave. A guy comes up to me, looking all intimidated. I ask him, “What’s up?” He says, “You tell me.” I shrug and talk to Nomad until he goes away.
I see a hot girl on the slots. Horse girl. She doesn’t understand, she’s Mexican. I repeat horse girl slowly. We hug. Smart tests. She’s into me, she stops playing slots. I share identity stuff, get logistics. She’s in town with her sister and best friend. I touch her hair and get kind of physical with her. I tell her to go to the bar with me but she says she can’t. I tell her to scoot over and share her seat. Blender routine. Nomad’s walking around. I call him to wing me because her sister is at the slot machine next to us. I brush her hair away from her neck and she shrugs away, saying she can’t. I try to go for a kiss but she says she can’t. Strange. She starts gambling again. Her sister comes by to get her back to the room. Nomad rejoins us. It’s clear that Nomad said we’re in a band so I tell my girl to join our band, telling her she has to dance to be a backup dancer. She does, then tells Nomad and me to dance. We do our white boy morraccas, everyone laughs. She doesn’t have a phone. They leave. At first she seemed very into me. She even stopped gambling. Somehow I either overgamed or I fucked up and lost attraction. Or maybe she has a boyfriend and wants to be faithful. I was escalating okay, touching her hair, putting my hand on the back of her neck. Strange that she didn’t allow the kiss.
Nomad sees a girl and guy hitting on her. He tells me to blow him out. She’s kind of fat so I do a toned down horse girl. She’s sloppy drunk so she doesn’t follow along. They leave.
The sloppy drunk girl has a cute friend who heard the beginning of horse girl. Some old dude is hitting on her. I step in and tell her the rest of horse girl. I run my stack but get blown out. Well at least I blew out the old dude.
I sit next to a girl with fishnet stockings, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She says her boyfriend is right across, 8 girlfriends. She laughs and says her boyfriend is right across again. I leave.
I see a cute girl at a slot machine by herself. Horse girl, smart tests. She tells me she’s a ho and to save my great lines. She tries to make a sale but I leave.
I follow a tall blonde down an escalator. As I’m about to open her she tells a few guys she got kicked out of the casino. I assume she’s a ho and don’t even open her.
I see a dark skinned girl with what seems to be her family. Horse girl, smart tests. She asks if I’m really bored. We chat a little, then she says it’s nice to meet me and walks away.
Nomad and I see two groups of hot blondes come down from a club. They are so hot we are paralyzed. I orbit twice but don’t approach. Eventually we find one of them in a convenience shop with a brunette. I go in, horse girl. The blonde finds it funny but the brunette is all business. I stack but the brunette pulls the blonde away.
Nomad and I are getting really good at winging. We’re also pushing sexual topics and touching girls more. We got further along than we have in the past few days, and this push to sexualize conversations will help conversations outside Vegas.
Driver (formerly known as The Brain) and I walk the strip and hit some malls. It’s hot and I’m wearing all black. Why couldn’t Brad give me an all-white sexy stereotype?
I see a girl eating at a pizzeria, sitting down. I stand next to her, horse girl. Mid-horse-girl I pull the chair around and sit next to her. Smart tests, she fails. Tour guide. I get her number and call to verify. I eject. Why?
I see a girl by herself in a store. Sex last week. She laughs but her boyfriend joins immediately. I apologize and leave.
A girl is coming down the escalator. Horse girl, it isn’t her, she walks away.
Three girls at a store. Horse girl, they’re weirded out. I ask what her name is, she says “Horse Girl”. I play with it a little but wuss out and leave.
We walk down the strip. Driver opens three girls and I wing him. I concentrate on the hot one while Driver concentrates on another girl. The third girl is ignored so she pulls the other two away. I reopen and try to get the hot girl’s number but am turned down.
We walk a long ass time and there’s nothing. Or we’re being creative. I felt a lot of approach anxiety in the mall when I was alone.
Nomad gets off work and joins us.
I’m so sleepy. I see a girl go into a store. Halfway during the approach I stop to recuperate energy. I go in, horse girl. I continue talking until she goes up the escalator. I follow her up the escalator but it’s clear she’s trying to leave so I let her go.
A group of cute girls are on the check-in line. One gets off the line to the store. I go in and ask if she likes horses. She ignores me and walks to the checkout line. Nomad continues running horse girl on her, with zero feedback. He then tells her he understands that she’s really anti-social and feels sorry for her. She leaves after paying.
Our sleepy vibe overpowers Nomad and we all go back to the hotel for a nap before hitting the casinos again.
I feel approach anxiety again. I know what to do but it’s taking me some time to get over it.
A group of four older ladies. Oprah. They all give feedback. Driver wings me. We chat for a while but I’m not into them so I’m just teasing everyone. Eventually they want to get back together to chat so they evict us.
Nomad points out two girls and a guy. I go in with Oprah. The guy asks if I read The Game. I said yes, but a long time ago. I continue, but he laughs by himself. He repeatedly talks about The Game but I mock him for getting so excited and cut him off whenever he’s talking too much, to always be the center of attention. I touch one of the girls, who seems into me. I run smart tests, smart/hot/rich on her. She loves it. A second guy joins and I befriend him. I scope out logistics but fail. They are heading to Tryst so I go for her number with the one night stand routine. She quizzes me her name, but I guess incorrectly twice and she blows me off. I leave. I should have played with that question. Better answers would have been: “Sorry lady, I can’t remember the name of every girl who hits on me”, “Bob? Sam? Shakakahn?”, or anything other than jumping through her hoop. But I did take over the group.
I horse girl a girl outside the bathroom. It’s not her, she leaves.
I horse girl a girl walking to the bathroom. Not her, she leaves.
A hot tall girl walks past me. I catch up to her, horse girl. As soon as I tell her she looks like the weird horse girl, she talks back to a bunch of guys and tell them something. The guys look at me as I walk past them. I tell Nomad and Driver I’m going to get my ass kicked.
We leave to another casino because we’ve talked to every girl here.
I see a girl sitting by herself at the bar. Horse girl. When I go for the hug she rejects me and tells me to leave. I comply.
I horse girl a white girl with a black girl. Nomad wings me. The white girl loves me but suddenly leaves to get into a party so we both chat with the black girl. Nomad gets her number. The white girl comes back and no longer loves me. Instead she takes the black girl away.
We have been doing a lot of approaches but nothing has been sticking. Tomorrow we’re going to try amping up our sexuality, both verbally and physically. Girls are here to fuck, not to get relationships. Fuck comfort. Also we need to be more persistent and stop giving up so quickly.