August 8 – Bobby 1-on-2, then solo game for the first time in a while

Day game advantages
Callback rate higher

Disadvantages
Pulls unlikely

Night disadvantages
Defenses up
Numbers bad
Quality suspect

Adv
Snl

To meet girls I want go to places they will be, change my routine to go to these places a lot

The pursuit of happiness

Have goal: ideal girls

Where:
Bookstore
Mall
Coffee shop
Campus
Theatre
Video store

Have to have something to do at some places, to wait for girls to arrive, do something u already like to do

Interrupt your day to hit on girl

Conversation:
Athletics: running, rock climbing, hiking, snowboarding: want to travel world
Travel: shanghai, Thailand
Music: want to play with rage muse
Movies: Kubrick films, etc
Raw vegan, health
Hacking: broke school network

Cold read into stories
Multithread: throw lots of hooks

Day: less attraction routines, less touching

Hey I noticed u checking me out for five min, kinda feel like a piece of meat right now, but there’s more to me than meets the eye, so let’s exchange numbers

That’s so cool, usually girls don’t tell me they have bf until were having sex, so stop looking at me like that, stop it!

I noticed u checking me out. Nice. U have good taste

U look married, ru married? I can sense it. I got this friend, getting married but we don’t like her, gotta tell him

We went to a mall for my 1-on-2 with Bobby.

Bobby points out two girls sitting down and some other set I don’t even see. I go to the sitting girls, sit right down, Oprah. Nervous as hell, but it’s my first approach of the day. Turns out to be a mother daughter. I don’t push it past the “would you sleep with Oprah for a million dollars?” and eject.

Random sleeping bag appears in House 1.

We go to the Forever 21. I am told to use a situational opener, so I open a cute girl, asking for help with buying my mom clothes. Turns out she just turned 18 two weeks ago, from Sweden. Sweet. She’s here for another 10 days. Sweet. I set up a date for Tuesday afternoon. We’ll see how that goes. I get her number.

We go to the Sephora. Same thing, situational. Girl gets into it but she’s in a rush so I let her go. I should have gone for the number, gone direct or something. Lesson learned.

I approach an Asian chick. She’s Korean and doesn’t speak English at all. Feh. Someone suddenly calls her and she’s off. Thank god.

On our way out I comment on a girl’s shoes. Bobby takes over for a bit. I watch Bobby’s game, then we leave.

At the parking lot I see a hot girl. With Bobby’s advice about interrupting my day to approach girls in mind, I run after her, go direct. She has a boyfriend. That’s great, I’m so glad she told me she has a boyfriend, most girls don’t tell me until we’re having sex. Now we can be friends, but she has to stop looking at me like she has been for the past few minutes. She laughs and we high five and leave.

On my way out of House 2 I see a girl with a dog. I approach her, play with the dog a little, sit next to her on the grass and horse girl her. I do my conversation topics, but she’s not contributing much. I leave without going for a number. Actually I was trying to go for a number by asking if she knew any good tea places, which she turned down. Meh. Fuck me for not having balls to go for the number anyway, and fuck her for being lame.

The other guys go out with Bobby so I go solo.

I enjoy the freedom of going by myself, no need to worry about logistics at all. I’m in a great mood. I enter bars I never go into because I regard them as lame, but I decide, hey, as long as they have girls, it’s good. Two girls are giving free shots to promote a new sweet tea flavored vodka. I take one and tease one of the girls about their hats. They walk away.

Vodka-powered, I see only one approachable set. In I go. Horse girl, smart tests. Conversation’s fine but suddenly they have to go to the bathroom. I leave.

I drive to a college frat bar, thinking it should have more girls, but it kills my state. Fuck. One circle and I’m outta there. I leave to the dive bars but I can’t fine parking, further lowering my state. Fuck. Fine, I go back to the rocker bars instead.

I go to one bar that’s really fancy but has no girls usually. One flaming Dr. Pepper and I’m lit up. No girls so I go back to the previous bar.

I walk around the ground floor and see nothing. I remember someone mentioning the top floor being cool, so I go explore. Sure enough there are people there. I spot an Asian chick with curly hair eyeing me as I walk by. I double back, horse girl to her and her friend. Her friend’s oblivious and doesn’t speak English well. Luckily some loser’s hitting on her and she seems to be enjoying it. Unfortunately he’s not doing a good job and I command her attention for the most part. I share a lot of my identity with curly hair girl. I get her number. She says she needs to go to the bathroom, so I leave and explore the rest of the bar.

I fuck around with some girls and guys on the outside stairs, just chatting. Suddenly a cute girl joins them so I horse girl her. Suddenly I’m not welcome anymore. Whatever, I accuse them of starting shit with me, then leave with funky banter.

I see a fat black chick and compliment her necklace pendant, saying that it looks like a full moon and tell her that my ex girlfriend used to tell me that sex on a full moon was really hot. I didn’t care, I got great sex out of it. Then I accused her of trying to get hot sex out of me. We chatted but she had to go. We left on good terms.

I go back upstairs and see curly hair girl again. I chat some more, seed the possibility of an afterparty, but she’s driving her friend and it doesn’t look like it’s happening. Oh well. Her friend leaves and she leaves to look for her. I go the other way.

I see two hot girls, one with interesting jeans. I comment on them, and she says she loves my style. I role-reverse and accuse them of trying to get into my pants, et cetera. They’re all over me. Some loser tries to get the girls numbers while my arms around their waists, haha. No dice. They’re fascinated by me, keep asking where I’m from, what I like, et cetera. I keep everything mysterious. The bouncer kicks us out. I’m leaving with them when some producer guy tells me he wants to pay me $15k to make a commercial with me. The girls leave without me. Fuck. Oh well, I’d better get that $15k.

Overall a lot of old gears started spinning today and tonight. It felt really good going out by myself again. I love my wingmen, but damn it feels good to be by myself!