We went to a bar. There was a brunette with tattoos of stars on her arm. I asked about them. She’s from Canada and speaks mostly French. A dude was next to her. He’s an ex and they are here until Sunday. They are staying a few blocks away. Somehow they think I’m gay, which is perfect. I escalate the shit out of her, which she mentions, but I continue anyway. She excuses herself and leaves.
On my way out I find her talking with two chicks Nomad and Driver opened earlier. I befriend them, continue the escalation. I position myself so she’s facing me as I lean against the wall, continuing escalation. I tell her she needs to stop looking at me like I’m a big ice cream cone. She’s really confused because she thinks I’m gay but I accuse her of seducing me. I ask her how good of a kisser Canadian chicks are. She says she won’t kiss me because I’m gay. I tell her I know, so you’ll have to tell me how good they are. She starts making out with me, I pull her hair and pull her in. I break it off, giving her a B-. I pull her into the museum next door and we make out some more, until she tells me she has to go back to her friend.
I take her number and set up a date for tomorrow, then go look for Nomad. He’s at another bar, so I go back in and invite them to join us. They agree. Midway she says she wants cigarettes. I lead them to the bar, drop off the dude, and pull her to buy cigarettes. We smoke, build comfort, and make out some more. We finish and go back to the bar.
She gets cold once we get back. Nomad tells me to create jealousy with the chick next to me, who has been eye-fucking me. Turns out I already opened her a few weeks ago. She backturns me. I try to reopen a few times but it’s not working. Whatever, I start opening the next group of girls, chatting them up, flirting. For some reason it’s not hooking much, but there are so many girls that I can bounce around.
I go back for the Canadian chick and Driver’s all over her. I shrug and look for other chicks. He comes by and we discuss. He tells me her BT’s way up and he didn’t push it any further because he wasn’t sure if I still wanted it.
I reapproach her, but she’s really cold to me. I tell Driver, she’s all yours. I continue to take over the room, talking to every girl at the bar.
Bar closes. I hug all my new friends good-bye, and Canadian chick tells me to call her tomorrow. Weird.
Driver tells me the same thing happened to him when he tried to escalate, that she got suddenly cold. We theorize that it could be that her ex was there. Well, tomorrow if I get her out I’ll escalate the shit out of her, and if that doesn’t work I’ll kick her to the curb.
Tonight I was completely sober. I notice my social awareness was much higher, but I didn’t push myself as hard as usual. Still pushed pretty hard, but there were definitely times when I could have escalated harder. It feels good to be have either option.
I no longer believe that approach anxiety needs to be eliminated. I used to think that as long as I had approach anxiety, I was still a beginner and that I sucked. I’ve come to realize that sometimes approach anxiety will be there but most importantly, it isn’t a good measure of your level of game. I can have approach anxiety, force myself to open with a weak “hi”, and wind up fingering her in the bathroom.
When I go out, I fully believe that something good or interesting will happen, given enough time. I may get laid. I may run into lesbians on a date and go for a threesome. I may wind up singing karaoke with a good friend. I may wind up at a Jack in the Box drive-through, trying to figure out how to order food, then succeeding. I don’t know what happens, but the most important step is to be out. I may feel shitty, I may feel anxious, I may feel tired. But none of that matters, I know that something good will happen at the end of the night!
Lately I also view every girl as a potential lay anywhere, anytime. Last week pulled a chick from a big group of friends straight into my wing’s apartment and fucked her. Three times last week I pulled girls into the bathroom. I saw a girl riding a bike and immediately thought of pulling her behind a bush for some privacy.
I’m a man, it is my job to fuck chicks; conversely, it is up to the chicks to either resist or succumb to my seduction. Recently I made moves on my ex’s best friend. She resisted. We’re still friends. In her mind, I’m now the dangerous sex-driven guy rather than the safe pushover. I am now unapologetic about my sex drive. I will go after every girl I want to, and every girl will respect me for not only going after what I want, but for choosing them.
These beliefs have improved my game tremendously, making me do things I would have never even considered a few weeks ago.
After lunch with Martyr, I went to a nearby college to pick up some chicks while waiting for Nomad to get off work. I stopped a chick on a bike, talked to her for a bit. I let her go because Nomad was picking me up to go to the airport, but in retrospect I should have at least made her walk me to the hotel and along the way fucked her in a bush.
We’re on the plane. Some ADD chick behind me comments on how the plane is like a party plane. Nomad and I high five her. She says she wants alcohol. We chat a little. We’re pretty sure we have three seats to ourselves so we try to pull her in but she goes to the back of the plane.
Everyone’s done boarding. Nomad tells me to go fetch her. Sure. I go back and grab her, much to the dismay of the two Indian dudes sitting next to her.
We make her sit between us and we both tease and kino her throughout the plane ride. She’s fun but can’t focus on any one thing for too long. We talk about how we’re going to an indie rock concert tonight, and a preparty, and she wants to go. We get her number but she never texts back.
Her bags were still in the back of the plane so she had to wait for everyone to get out before she could get her stuff. Nomad leaves and so do I, though I wanted to stay with her to pull her into our car, even though I knew she had a friend waiting.
In retrospect we should have gotten her luggage during the flight, and gotten off the plane with her to either pull her into our car or have the chicks drive directly to our house.
We arrive back in LA.
I go to a bar. I see two fat chicks out at the balcony. I sit down, compliment her red hair, and vibe with them. They were cool and easy to talk to. I got the sense the black haired chick had a better body and liked me so I sat next to her and started kinoing her. She told me not to touch her so I promptly stopped, and kept being awesome. She then starts kinoing me but I tell her not to do so because she told me not to do so.
I talk to the red head, kinoing her. The red head says she’s together with the black haired girl but the black haired girl said they were cousins. The red head tells me she’s not totally out of the closet. I relate with stories of how its hard to come out, my mom thought it was gay and cried. She hints that she wants to fuck me, saying she’s never fucked an Asian guy. I run my usual game, telling her I have a 1 inch penis, that girls keep using me for sex, tell the story of how i wanted burgers and wound up getting laid.
Red head’s distracted because some creepy guy tries to hit on the black haired chick, saying he has a 9 inch penis. I try to AMOG him by putting him on the spot, demanding that he show it. Eventually he does, and the black haired girl starts rubbing his dick. Red head’s pissed off, tells him to sit down. He puts his dick away but remains standing and keeps gaming black haired girl. I try to get him kicked out by telling the bartender. By the time I get there the chicks are creeped out and leave, while the creepy guy runs away from a separate exit.
I think I could have had a threesome if I pulled both girls back to the mansion, got them some drinks, built more comfort, and both girls shows they wanted me. The reason the black haired girl didn’t want me touching her, I think, was because we were right next to red head, who was clearly alpha. Once I ignored black haired girl and won red head over, she started kinoing me.
I approach two girls sitting down. They’re pretty stiff. Penis man comes back, says hi to me, goes to the bartender and says something. Moments later their waitress comes by, asks the girls if everything is okay, then asks me to leave them alone. Weird.
Oh well, this place is dead anyway.
I go to another bar and see a chick, smoking. She has dreads so I talk to her about them. It turns out she works there. I ask if they’re hiring barbacks, but she says no, but to submit a resume to an e-mail. I leave without asking for number or anything, because we connected about dreads but nothing else, really.
It was an interesting night. The two fat chicks seemed into me. One offered to have a threesome with me but I didn’t think she was serious so I downplayed it instead of jumping all over it. Perhaps I should have tried for it, who knows.
Texted a bunch of girls, got a date with a chick for Thursday. She’s fucking aggressive. Her text to me was, “When are you taking me out asshole? My tutu’s collecting dust.” I love being loved. Got into contact with another chick. She tried to divert the conversation about her awesome birthday, I didn’t feel like talking about it.
I had dinner with Martyr at the mall. His chick from the Santa Cruz Decompression was apparently in town and wanted to meet up. So he left me homeless to fuck her.
I walked around for three hours. I tried to watch a movie but it was closed. Eventually I followed a group of people into the Irish pub, got a beer, and just sat around.
Two girls sit next to me. I turn to them and just say, “Hi”. I go on a rant about how there’s nothing to do in San Jose. They agree. Some dude starts talking to the younger sister, so I game the older sister. I find out she’s from Santa Cruz and has a 2 year old son. She says she needs to check on her mom, who’s outside, so I take the opportunity to game the younger sister, who might be single and lives in San Jose, providing better logistics for a date.
I game the shit out of the younger sister, setting up the frame that she’s trying to use me for sex. I know I overgamed when she asked me if we’re on a TV show. I immediately shut everything down and do nothing but comfort. I share my life stories, what I’m doing out here, I tell her I appreciate meeting her, et cetera. I get her number.
She goes outside for a smoke. Two dudes follow them. I quickly befriend the mom and figure out logistics: the mom is with the sisters, doesn’t know the two dudes. I text Martyr to come wing me in case I needed him, since he was done fucking. I go out and immediately tell the guy gaming my chick, “Are you hitting on my wife?”, pull her up, sit on her seat, and have her sit on my lap. I kino her, share her cigarette, build more comfort by whispering into her ear so only the two of us are talking.
Eventually the sisters go back in for drinks, leaving the mom. I befriend the dudes as well, then Martyr arrives. I tell Martyr the situation, we go in. I sit next to the younger sister, building lots of comfort. We hold hands and kiss a little, but she says we can’t hold hands, we’re right next to her mom. I build lots of comfort solidify the number. She’s drunk, so I need to have as much together time as possible so she’ll remember me when I call her tomorrow.
She goes to the bathroom. I take that as a cue to follow her in. Once inside we start making out, but she stops me and pushes me away. She tells me to get out, I tell her she’s in the men’s bathroom and to get out, it’s gross. She goes to a stall, so I follow her, lock it, and make out again. I undo her pants, finger her, undo my pants, put her hand on my cock, she jerks me off, all while still making out with her. I keep fingering her to overwhelm her, but eventually she stops me again. This time she leaves the bathroom. I leave a few minutes later. I think the mom saw us but didn’t say anything.
I continue building comfort until all the other guys at the bar leave, to prevent them from possibly taking them home, and for the girl to remember me. Finally I say bye to everybody, tell the girl I’ll call her tomorrow, which she agrees. I’m surprised she didn’t outright get disgusted by the idea of seeing me tomorrow after my failed bathroom pull.
Jake told me the cure for a black girl’s stinky pussy smell on my finger is a white girl’s pussy. Apparently it’s true.
I was social the whole night, dancing everywhere, meeting people, and winged Martyr by dealing with each and every person who ever tried to talk to his chick. Eventually I got him laid.
One cute girl I approached was wearing a cute squirrel hat. I opened her situationally, kinoed, role played, then we hunted for leprechauns. I told her to keep her hands behind her and close her eyes because she was fantasizing about me, then pulled her hair and kissed her. Did this several times. Each time we kissed she had her mouth open with no tongue; in retrospect it felt like she was so turned on she was just moaning rather than kissing. She was probably tripping. I tried to build comfort but she was too ADD for it. So I kept pumping up attraction instead.
Party’s over. I pull her to dark areas to continue to make out and escalate. Each time she interrupts and walks away. I walk with her some more and repeat. The last time I tried, I hold her tighter, dominating her more. She pulls away and this time she literally runs away, hahaha.
I went to an afterparty and ran into a few burners I met. One fat black chick is a friend of a friend, and seems really interested. I’m completely burnt out so I just sit there and let her game me. We go for dinner. I eat fries while crawling my hand up her leg, divorcing her, telling her to stop looking at me like she wants to lick me up and down. We kiss but she always pulls away quickly. At one point she plays Spin The Bottle with her phone. I deny her the kiss, but a few minutes later I realize (duh) that she wanted to kiss. So I spin her phone and we kiss.
We finish eating. She goes to the bathroom. As soon as she’s done I push her in. We do a real makeout, I finger her. She moans a few seconds but pulls away and says I’m bad. I tell her to get out and accuse her of invading my privacy.
Martyr picks us up, we go to the hotel. Martyr announces that he’s going to get some food. She plops on the bed and says she’s tired and going to sleep. Liar. I turn off the lights, jump on her, make out, strip, fuck. As soon as I’m done I text Martyr to come back.
Now I know what hot girls feel like when they just want to get laid and fuck some lucky guy.
Drunk, hungry, and awake, I decided to hunt for burgers. I go downstairs and come across a group of drunk Asians. I go up to them and ask where I can find burgers. One chick stops making out with a dude and hugs me, saying she likes my hair. We hug and I start making out with her. The dude surprisingly doesn’t do anything other than telling me there’s a Jack in the Box down the street, then walks away.
I stop the make out a little, interact with the friends a bit, and pull her into a corner and make out some more. I tell her I’m going to look for burgers and pull her to Martyr’s place. We make out, clothes come off. She’s drunk and keeps saying she needs to find her friends, interrupting and getting dressed. Each time I tell her they took a cab back and that they told her to call them in the morning. If she starts to get dressed I start to get dressed too.
Each time I convince her to stay I escalate again, biting her, fingering her. As I finger her I sometimes tell her to get out; she says she’s trying but for some reason can’t.
I fuck her. It was very sloppy and not very good. I want to go for round two so I eat her out, clit, g-spot, deep spot, back deep spot. I pull her head to blow me but she sucks. I fist her, which freaks her out a little but she’s strangely fascinated and tells me to do it again and again. She wants to fuck but I’m too drunk to get it up and she’s not helping. Whatever, I just finger/fist her again and again while she gives me poor handjobs and blowjobs.
I get tired of her telling me she needs to look for her friends, so we get dressed and look for them. Of course they’re nowhere to be found. We go to her car. They left her purse and keys in there, with the door unlocked! Wow smart friends. She wants to drive back but I don’t think it’s safe for her to drive yet. Despite being annoyed by her constant talk about finding her friends, I do the responsible thing and have her stay over until the morning.
Once we get back she’s a lot nicer. She knows I’m hungry so she gives me a Soy Joy bar she has, and makes me a Hot Pocket she found in Martyr’s kitchen, all while I’m just lying on the couch. It’s interesting how the dynamics of the relationship changed so much after sex: before sex I was leading her the whole way; after sex she became my servant, even flipping the channel for me.
She’s from LA, so I’ll try to work her into the rotation. Two pulls in a row, I love this place.
Martyr showed me his neighborhood. He basically lives upstairs to a mall. I bought an external hard drive and a cheap prepay phone. The girl who helped me out seemed pretty into me, but I didn’t get her number at first. I later went back and tried to get her number but she said she doesn’t give her number out. It was surprising, since she tried to build rapport with me the first time, asking what kind of music I played and where I’m from. I think I was overqualified.
We ate dinner at the food court and flirted with a bunch of sales chicks, then went back and watched a few episodes of Entourage before I passed out.
I woke up and we got to work. We went to a few bars. Most were mixed sets. Finally we went to a lounge. We spot two girls sitting by themselves. Alcohol infused, I sat next to them and told them I was visiting and asked what was good around here. Conversation flowed naturally, but they kept saying they only met twenty minutes ago and were very touchy-feely with each other. It turns out it was a lesbian date.
Martyr joins. We chat up both girls, mini-isolate them. They go to the bathroom, so we use this time to strategize. They were both sexual, so we decided to go for a foursome. The girls come back. I start kinoing the shit out of both girls, grabbing the closer girl’s ass and tits. She finishes her drink and tells the other girl to finish hers as well and they leave. Haha blow me or blow me out!
We go back to an Irish pub. Along the way two girls stumble on bumps on the road. I comment that they need to be careful with their high heels, put my arm around the hotter one, and we chat until we get to the Irish pub. I get a round of drinks for Martyr and me.
When I get back Martyr tells me the hot girl’s BT is pretty high, so I go find her at the dance floor and start grinding up on her. She backs off after a while so I dance with everyone else. I dance on and off, occasionally chatting with chicks, until I see a short brunette, mouthing the words to the ODB song “Baby I Got Your Money”. I do the talking shit routine and dance with her. She’s with a taller brunette friend. Somehow Martyr and I swap. I dominate her on the dance floor, spinning, spanking, biting her neck, making out, pulling away. Her BT’s way up so I try a bathroom pull. She goes in but after a few seconds she’s uncomfortable and we go back out.
We continue to dance, then go out for a smoke. We chat with some Asians, and I socially dominate everybody. I get sexual with some girl, make out with tall girl some more. The Asians leave and the pub closes, so Martyr and short girl come out.
I suggest going to Martyr’s place for drinks and we drag the girls back. Martyr does a great job isolating short girl into his room while I attack tall girl. Unfortunately short girl really has to go. Oh well. They leave. Tall girl tells me to call her tomorrow.
Man, it’s great hanging out with Martyr again. We had so much fun chatting, tried to go for a foursome, attempted a bathroom pull, and pulled two chicks back. Good night!
At the Bob Dylan concert Nomad asked Driver and me to find out how many of the girls were there to listen to the music or how many were there to be picked up. I started opening girls with, “This is a Bob Dylan concert, right? Where are the mosh pits? Where are the crowd surfers?” Most girls were interested in listening to the concert.
I hooked two Minnesota chicks. I forget what we talked about mostly. I grabbed tall girl’s number early on. She works at a gypsy store and the two of them designed short girl’s outfit. I teased her about gypsies and how she stocks her store by stealing. I needed a wing so I left them and grabbed Driver, then once he arrived I separated the two and pulled tall girl into the crowd and danced with her a little, I think. As soon as we were done, she walks back to short girl. Conversation dries up. Tall girl walks away, and a minute later short girl follows.
I try to do some more approaches after the show but not much really sticks.
Nomad and Driver approach two girls so I stay out of the way and look for other girls. I open two girls, one hot one not. Actually they might have opened me. They ask me to pose with their little gnome figure, so I pocket it. Then they scream that I have to give it back, so I pretend to lick it as they take a picture of me. Jeremy and Brian are done so I wave them over. Nomad gets really sexual with the not hot chick while I’m losing the hot one. Eventually the hot one pulls the not hot one out.
Nomad and Driver run into girls they were talking to early and make out with them. Then we go to IHOP. I order a rare steak but it comes pretty well done. I try to send it back but the waiter tells me due to regulations it can’t be that rare. I was about to accept it, when the waiter asked me if he’d like to check with his manager. I accepted. Nomad and Driver later told me they were waiting to see if I would fold, which I almost did.
Lately I’ve been noticing my assertiveness is still really weak. I need to work on it.
I texted her around noon, telling her to wake up for Umami Burgers. She said she was in Long Beach. I asked Nomad what’s good in Long Beach, then told her there was a place I wanted to check out in Long Beach. We agreed to meet.
I arrived at the hotel and wanted to drop off my bag in her room but she had already come downstairs. I told her I wanted to use the bathroom to try to get to her room but she pointed to the lobby bathroom. Foiled!
We went to Open Sesame, which was alright. I sat next to her, did minimal kino. We explored the area, did an adventure date. I realize I couldn’t do as much kino as I did on the bean bag. And at the slightest bit of resistance I would back off. For example, when I put my arm around her shoulder she would sometimes pull back a little, and I would drop my arm. I did hook my arm around hers as we walked a little.
I didn’t say anything flirty or sexual, just lots of teasing. Eventually I ran out of time. She had dinner plans and I had to go to a Bob Dylan concert. I left.
I picked my ex’s best friend. We chat along the car ride, get food, then I take her to a supermarket to shop with me. It starts raining and I blame her for bringing the rain.
I make a chocolate banana smoothie with her. I assign her the task of filtering the nut milk because it’s the most sexual task, haha. She loves it and tells me to try selling it. I guess I got the portions just right this time. Amazing what you can accomplish when sex is on the line.
We go to the living room and I throw her on the bean bag chair. We watch Project Runway, which is interesting enough to both of us to comment on. I slowly escalate while we chat about Project Runway, completely ignoring talking about my escalation. First we’re sitting next to each other, then I put my arm around her, then I run my hand through the scalp on the back of her head.
Nomad takes over the projector and plays Uncharted or something and Mr. S joins. They are in the front of the living room so they can’t see what I’m doing, except that I’m snuggling her. She keeps commenting on the game and I keep mocking her, while I start going for her pussy, tits, neck, face, and start biting and kissing her neck and shoulders. When things heat up she gets up and gets water or goes to pee, while I just wait for her to return. I never do flip her over for the kiss, though, nor do I physically dominate her much. Sometimes she would brush my hand away, once or twice she picked up my hand and tossed it aside. I slapped her wrist in response and she giggled.
She already made plans with our mutual friend, so she keeps texting her, possibly because I’m making her so horny she knows she’s in trouble if a third party doesn’t arrive. Knowing that the friend is coming for sure, I isolate her by suggesting we go to Umami Burger. Plus I’m hungry.
We go to both Umami Burger locations; both are closed. Finally we eat at Bossa Nova with the friend.
Afterward we go back to my place. I have both girls on my bed looking at my Burning Man pictures. Mr. S tries to wing me but I don’t realize he’s trying to do so until later, so I tell him we’re having a slumber party but he’s not invited. I blame the fact that I was on a roll teasing both girls.
Eventually I realize I won’t be fucking either chick so I kick them out. I realize later that I might have had another shot at her if I drove her back, because she lives at the opposite end of where the friend lives, and it would have made more sense for me to drive. Oh well at least I didn’t need to drive.
It was interesting making moves on a girl not from cold approach, one who I consider a friend. Especially since she’s my ex’s college roommate, haha. I probably should have pulled her into the back yard to show her the fire pit, for better privacy. I think a lot of resistance was because of my ex and because we weren’t totally alone. I’m not sure how comfortable she would have been to make out in front of my housemates.
She didn’t react like the Japanese girl from Burning Man, where when I was rubbing her pussy she just collapsed in passion. In fact she wasn’t very reactive at all, though she got really quiet when I was rubbing her thighs, face, and kissing her shoulder.
I called the girl I was supposed to see tonight and told her my situation. She seems pissed of that she won’t be able to see me. It turns out she doesn’t have a car, she can’t drive, she’s a bicycler. Well, I wasn’t going to drive without a license, as much she wanted to see me. Hopefully we’ll get together soon.
It feels good to have girls frustrated that they can’t see me though. =)
I called Horny girl and friend because neither filled out their witness forms yet. Fuckers. But her friend and I joke around a little, I use the penis implant routine naturally. It feels good to develop my natural conversational repertoire.
I still don’t have this Facebook girl’s phone number. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to bang my ex’s best friend tomorrow.
Well the night started with me texting this black chick, trying to confirm our date. Despite repeatedly asking for her address, she doesn’t give it to me. Okay, maybe she’s uncomfortable with that. I ask if she wants to pick me up instead, or to meet somewhere. She says she wants to stay where she lives. Fine. I look up places there, then offer to meet at one of them. She says she was thinking of seeing her friend’s show. I joke that she just wants to get me in the dark to take advantage of me. Of course, being the boring nice girl, she denies it. Bleh. Boring.
Fuck it, she’s making me jump through too many hoops. She’s not hot enough nor fun enough for that kind of bullshit. I text other girls and Horny girl picks up. We chat and she agrees to meet up with me tonight. Sweet.
I pick up Horny girl and we go to a restaurant. During the car ride I pull a Dylan and make her say “please” all the time, haha. Conversation during dinner’s a little drab, but toward the end it picks up a little. I pull her in to sit next to me. We role play with the waitress that she’s an alcoholic and she’s making a scene with all the people staring at us, even though no one was at the restaurant.
I tell her I want to explore the area. She calls her friend to join us. I don’t stop it because I feel I can handle it, and it wasn’t going very well with just the two of us anyway. Her friend arrives and we get along great. In fact she’s more fun and has a nicer body than Horny girl, so I may switch targets. But not tonight.
We go to a dance club and have some drinks. Nobody’s on stage and nobody’s dancing, so I pull both girls on stage and we rock out. I mock the Asians who are sitting on the stage and dance with a bunch of black chicks.
I get up close with Horny girl and bite her neck, but she pulls away. I divert my attention to other girls, demonstrating I can easily get with other chicks. Things are proceeding glacially slow, but they are proceeding.
I’m dancing with two black chicks, sandwiched between them. My hands are on their hips and theirs are on mine. I feel her hands going through my pant pockets but since I’m drunk I assume it just feels that way because she’s holding onto my hips or something. Just to be sure I check, but nothing’s missing from my pants.
Later I realize my phone, which was in my jacket pocket, was gone. Along with my credit card, ATM card, and driver’s license. Fuck. I look all over and don’t see it. I go to the bouncer and tell him, but he says he can’t do anything, even though I could clearly tell him who it was. I approach the chick and weakly try to get her to show me her purse, but she refuses, of course. My social anxiety prevents me from starting a scene. She leaves.
At the end of the night her friend realizes she lost her wallet too. We tell the manager, who asks if I told the bouncer. I did! Fucker. In retrospect I should have been more assertive, and asked other bouncers for help, or called for the manager.
Anyway, after getting back home I cancel and block my bank and credit accounts and disable my phone account. Somebody bought about $25 worth of stuff at a 7-Eleven with my ATM card. I don’t really care about that, but I’m going to try to get it back anyway, filing for fraud.
Now I’m contemplating if I should get a new iPhone or if I should stick with a very basic phone. I’m treating this as an opportunity for me to learn to live minimally, without the luxuries of an iPhone. One less piece of expensive materialism in my life.
I started using the “Updated Phone Game Procedures” from Month 2 again. This time I’m making sure I contact girls every day or two, instead of once or twice a week with a phone call. I set up a date on Sunday over text. I got a chick I met at Decompression on the phone but our schedules couldn’t meet up. She knows I’m hilarious. =) Yesterday I got another girl to set up a date for tomorrow (Friday) night. We’ll see how that goes.
Today was my first real cougar event! Haha, I easily stood out.
I met with a few cougars and cubs. We chatted a little, I easily entertained the ladies with my banter. I socialized a bit, dancing with random people, saying hi to others, dancing with a cougar.
I dance with a black chick, but she’s not getting physical with me at all so I abruptly walk away. Three girls are dancing with each other. I dance with them. It’s fun but I’m not attracted to any of them. Well, they provide social proof and state.
At one point a cougar asks me if I see anything I want and asks what type I’m looking for. So I tell her, tall, thin, blonde, white. I leave out “young”. Moments later, a tall thin blonde white chick shows up! Haha ask and you shall receive.
I dance on the dance floor by myself, but the tall blonde pulls me over. I start dancing with her, spinning, dipping, spanking, pulling her up close, biting her neck, kissing and pulling away. I try to isolate but there seems to be a language barrier and she wants to dance some more. Alright, I’ll just keep pumping her buying temp up.
The bar closes. She came by herself and mentions she wants to go to Hollywood, but I don’t pick up on the hint and suggest I drop her off at her place. We go to my car but for some reason she doesn’t get in. Then she sees friend after friend after friend on the parking lot.
One guy is a bouncer at a club and another is a cop-in-training. The bouncer guy, she tells me, wants to bang her, but she doesn’t want to. The cop-in-training takes up the role of being designated driver, and insists on getting her home instead of letting me take her home, because they’re best friends and she’s too drunk. He says that he’d rather her spend the night in jail than go home while drunk with some stranger, then asks me if one of my best friends were drunk, would I let her go home with some stranger, and that if I said yes, I would be an awful friend. (At this point I wanted to say, “Nice! Double bind!”) His frame is stronger than mine and after a long delay, I let him take her home.
During the car drive home I decided I should have said, “Look, she’s coming with me. That’s all.” If he were to call the cops, I was probably sober enough to do it. My most disappointing part was that she wanted to go home with me.
Overall a good night. I was clearly the hottest guy in the place. I had a ton of social proof while dancing with the girls, due to social freedom and being fun. I dominated the tall blonde while a shorter, younger hispanic chick stared me down and danced with some loser who didn’t have any moves at all. I wanted to fuck the hispanic chick, but never approached her because by the time I got the social proof the tall blonde seemed to be in the bag. If not for the cockblocks in the parking lot I would have fucked her. Once again proving that good things happen when I go out by myself and give myself enough time.
Next time I’ll have a stronger frame, pull the girl into the car immediately, and fuck her!
Today I didn’t do much night game, but I had approached a few girls during the day while with Nomad.
I saw a girl pumping gas. Pretty cute. Horse girl. She explains it’s not her, but she finds it funny. I wussed out on two things: I wanted to go direct because she’s done pumping her gas; I wanted to go for her number but I didn’t have the balls. But I did approach.
I saw a cute blonde at a supermarket. Horse girl, let her go after. She seems nervous around me. I’m attributing it to my massive presence. This time I convince myself to reapproach. I go back in, accuse her of stalking me, and tell her if she’s going to stalk me we should get to know each other better first, and that I’ll call her. I then whipped out my phone and asked her, “What’s your number?” She nervously said, “Umm…” then gave me her number. I bantered a little bit more, pointed out that she has a lot of fruit in her basket. She starts explaining that her doctor told her she needs to eat healthier, then interrupts herself, saying, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I don’t even know you!” I tell her she should eat more veggies, but she says she doesn’t like veggies. I offer to show her how to make green smoothies sometime, then tell her I’ve gotta go. I feel I shouldn’t have wussed out and built more comfort.
We had Indian. It was yummy but it gave me a big stomachache.
I called a bunch of girls. None picked up. Pissed off, I continued calling girls at the Indian restaurant, until one picked up. I pump her attraction up and set up a date for Friday.
Some kid contacted me a few weeks ago via my blog and wanted to hang out. Supposedly he knew Brad, so I made an exception and told him sure. Today Nomad tells me some guy who’s friends with a coach from NYC wanted to come to Hollywood and hang out. Nomad didn’t want to go out and I said sure, since he’s an “insider”. It turns out to be the same guy!
While waiting for him I game Cahuenga a little. One of my bouncer friends performed tonight but I missed it because I was late. Additionally it was his birthday! Damn.
Insider arrives. Cahuenga’s dead so we go to another bar. I get some drinks, game a little. Nothing really sticks. Jake and Gabriel arrive and say hi to Insider, then leave. We go to another bar. I pick up this chick sitting by herself but wuss out and eject. Jake and Gabriel apparently saw my approach and said I had awful body language, like I wanted to pee real bad! That’s two strikes against me. But only one that I was conscious of.
I say hi to a promoter I know but bounce soon because it’s dead too. We go to another bar. I hit on some chicks and get blown out using Psychologist! haha apparently it doesn’t work when I open the same chicks with it one week later. Weird.
We go to a diner to sober up. We chat about game, life.
Poker Face and I go to a mixer. Dress code was strict. I couldn’t get in with my T-shirt and Poker Face just didn’t dress well. Oh well.
We hit everything on Cahuenga. Dead.
We go to another bar. Jake and his friend are there. It’s karaoke night. There’s not much to open. Two girls approach us. While trying to hug one, the other apparently got smacked in the eye with my jacket. She tries to get me kicked out, telling the bartender. According to Jake, the bartender knows she’s full of shit and ignores her, evidenced by the way I got drinks from him after the incident.
I reapproach the girl I tried to hug later. One minute she’s holding my hand, the next she hugs the guy next to her and introduces him as her boyfriend. This hasn’t happened since I worked on my authoritativeness.
I approach two girls who passed Jake and me earlier. Some guy rushes in, hugs both in a choke hold, and says he’s their boyfriend. Weird. I try to AMOG him by asking her if he’s choking her, and then telling him “it’s alright, you don’t have to try so hard, everybody likes you”. He seems to be too drunk to hear me. Or perhaps my projection sucked.
We drink. Jake and I talk game/life. The bar closes. Jake games some chick while I eat her pizza.
After getting three blowjobs, it’s hard to be needy. I remembered how Jake and Nomad were when they were fucking tons of chicks, so despite being unmotivated to do anything, I made a bunch of phone calls and did an approach.
Only one girl picked up. It turns out she got into a car accident, which sucks. I let her get her situation out, then I changed the conversation about Burning Man. She then had to go watch a movie so I bailed on her and hung up.
I did one approach while waiting for ramen with Turbo. He interrupts me mid-conversation, giving me the phone to talk to Drew and taking over the set. Haha, nice AMOG! I approach so much it doesn’t really matter. Her giant boyfriend came soon anyway.
I walked around at midnight. It was empty for the most part. I was cold, so I walked a ways away. I didn’t do a single approach, but it felt good just to be out.
I am feeling a lot more confident about my approaches nowadays. I truly feel that I can make new girlfriends every night I go out, given enough girls. Every blowout is another warmup to a good conversation.
A girl with dreads comes up to me and says I have beautiful hair. The next half hour is a blur, even for her (I debriefed her later). We watch the fire ceiling art piece, holding hands. We dance for ten, fifteen minutes. The whole time I’m concentrated on getting to know her while sharing tidbits of my identity to her.
We walked around, looking at art. One art piece had lightning balls for eyes but it was too high for her. I touched it, then picked her up to touch it, to physically dominate her.
In the beginning I used my tour guide routine, so she showed me around a few places. I corrected that later, leading her around places. We wound up at a dance floor for a while. I told her “Let’s go.” and led her around. We found free food. We each grabbed a plate, sat down on the grass, and ate and connected.
The lead-up to the kiss was natural. I was already holding hands with her, had my arm around her shoulder and waist, whispering into her ear, stroking her face. I started kissing her neck, then gradually moved to her face and onto the lips.
This girl likes to scratch my back, so I use it to gauge her interest level and mirror it. If she scratches harder, I stroke the back of her neck, her scalp, the side of her tits. If she scratches less, I graze her shoulder. If she strokes my back under my shirt, I finger her through her pants.
We met up with Nomad, and it turns out he already opened her on the train ride here! Oh well, she’s mine now. He told me he’s leaving. Minutes later I ask her for a ride because I don’t know how to get back. She points out that Nomad was still there. Fuck, haha. I ignored that for a few minutes, until he was gone for sure. I told her she looked cold (she was shivering) and we left. She said she has to work either tonight or tomorrow morning. I tell her I have stuff to do in the morning so she can’t stay anyway. She readily agreed.
We had an adventure getting to the car and also getting the car out of the parking lot. It was pretty fun. During the car ride she leads the conversation to sex a lot. I talk about it minimally but don’t contribute as much. This is so that I don’t seem overly interested in sex but also not uncomfortable with it. Just like with interest levels, I mirrored her sexual interest level.
We arrive at the house. I show her around, push her on the bean bag, make out a little. Take her to the fire pit. I pull her to sit on my lap but she straddles me instead, saying it’s sexier. Okay this girl is fucking horny. I make a false pretense that it’s cold and pull her into my room.
She comments on my bass and plays with my snowboard tentacles. I tell her that when I wear that, it creates drag when I fly down the mountain, and pull her dreads to demonstrate. She loves it.
We make out on the bed, strip. I put on a condom. She asks if it’s okay that we just do oral because she doesn’t know me that well. I weakly agree. If there was one point I could have lost everything, it was here.
She tells me, “If it’s any consolation, I’ve been told I give good head.” Honestly, I was staring at her tongue stud throughout the night, wondering how that would feel. She definitely gave good head, though I don’t know how much of it was her tongue stud.
She swallows my load. I finger her G-spot, deep spot, back deep spot. She says she’s notoriously hard to work with. She fingers her clit while I work on her G-spot and deep spot but still it doesn’t work. Oh well. I need to work on my Month 7 more! haha
We’re cuddling and she starts giving me a hand job. I’m hard again so I reach for a condom, but she hears it and declares again that she doesn’t know me well enough to fuck me. I position myself so she can blow me, which she does again, though she doesn’t swallow this time.
I ask her what her first impression of me was. She said I had a good look, but doesn’t really remember the rest. We chat some more and she falls asleep.
I can’t sleep because it’s too early for me. I wonder if I should do exactly what I want, according to No More Mr. Nice Guy, and turn on the lights, drink water to prevent a hangover, and start fiddling on the laptop. I decide to compromise and read The Count of Monte Cristo on my iPhone until I was tired enough to sleep.
I wake up earlier than her and tease her for that, haha. Finally, someone who sleeps more than me! We chat a little, she starts licking my nipples. I nudge her down and she blows me again, swallowing my load. Good girl. She comes back up and asks if I finished. I told her she did. She says, “Good. Sometimes it’s hard to tell because there’s not much cum from morning wood.” I like a girl who finishes what she starts.
I kick her out, saying I want to get to the farmers market. She drives me to House 2, where I parked, but it’s too late. Oh well. I call her to give her my number. I try to set up plans before she leaves in five days, but she says she’ll probably be busy. We make tentative plans when she gets back in two weeks.
This girl looked almost nerdy and socially low value, but she’s a bit of a freak in the bed. She likes to bite, she likes to be bitten, she works the balls and cock well. Never would have expected it.
I was surprised how comfortable she was talking about sex. She told me about guys she’s seeing, some Halloween fantasy she might be doing, and the sexual implications of horror movies. Also she asked straight up when I was last tested. In that regard she’s more of a man than I am, for now.
I’ve gotten very used to the mixed signal kino, mirroring interest levels. It’s automatic now. Kino isn’t as big of a deal as it used to be. My conversations with this girl were mostly listening to her talk about herself and sharing my identity. I absurdified a few times, like when she asked if I’m a psycho who would knife her to death (“No, I’ll use thumb tacks. You won’t die but you’ll be in severe pain.”) I shared vulnerability stories about my past, how I’m not perfect, things I’m working on, future goals.
Knowing she’s fucking other guys, I wonder my social value relative to them. Knowing most other guys, I’m assuming I’m pretty high, but there’s always that doubt. Also she seems to have low social value herself, from her looks, but she’s obviously got experience.
Nomad and Driver pick up two hot Norwegian chicks, leaving me with Nomad’s sister. We chat about life, raw veganism, and traveling. Suddenly some guy I met the other night attaches to our table, a social leech. He says this place is dead and suggests that we (including him) should go elsewhere. Nomad and Driver prepare to bounce them to another place. I tell them my trouble with the leech.
As I vocalize my problem, I realize that I need to take the lead and take care of him. The group gets up to leave. I go to him, shake his hand, and tell him that we’re going to leave and that I’ll see him around. Props to him for going for what he wants and subsequently respecting my authority.
Hah! Joke’s on me! I didn’t even use the cheat sheet because nobody picked up!
Anyway I went out and approached three European chicks. I Rodmaned them and actually stopped them, surprisingly enough. I didn’t run good game, though, and let them go. Oh well. I did my approach for the night.
It’s weird. Even at 1:30, when I knew I wouldn’t get much done, I felt the urge to go out. And I enjoyed the fresh air and the walk up and down the block. It was nice.
Driver and I went to a weekly indie rock event. I wore my earplugs again and had to adjust my projection again. At first not even Driver could hear me, but toward the end of the night my projection was great. For some reason my throat feels better when I my ears aren’t hurting. Perhaps they’re connected?
The night started a little slow, until I drank a rum and coke and pushed myself to approach. I winged Driver a few times, just watching him and becoming his fanboy.
One girl gave me a look, so I just grabbed her and horse girled her. She was from Germany, has a horse ranch out here. I got the feeling she wanted me to buy her and her roommate shots. After suggesting we get shots a few times, I told her to get the first round. She told me to get the first round, I’m the guy. We parted ways after that. I should have responded with, “Oh you’re one of those girls… listen little girl, I only buy shots for girls who earn them,” or something along those lines, labeling her as a shot whore.
I saw a hot Mexican chick. Sex last week. She loved it. I found out she was also very drunk. We danced. She kept asking me if I knew so-and-so, so I mysteriously answered, “Maybe…” and grabbed the back of her neck and her ass. After two songs I told her it was hot and pulled her upstairs. It turns out she had a friend! Fuck. Her friend and her boy toy for the night followed us up.
The friends sat on a couch across from us, while I leaned back and had my girl hovering over me, trying to build rapport. I try to befriend the friends a little because I sense a cockblock. I was right. The cockblock pulls her to the downstairs bathroom.
I think the dude’s a dud so I go pick up other girls to build social proof. The bathroom area was unusually clear of girls so it wasn’t easy, but I just grabbed a random girl and started talking and talking and talking. I missed my girl leaving the bathroom, so I looked for her.
I found her in the other room, still with the cockblock and her dude. I reengaged the target, who was talking to two other girls, and told her to introduce me to them.
The club was closing and we were being kicked to the dance floor. Some dude comes up to my girl and tries to get her number while my arm was around her. I try to get him away a few times but persists. I take her by the hand and start dragging her through the crowd but amazingly he follows. I drag her to the dance floor he follows. I physically separate them by holding her close and slow dancing, with my back to the guy, spinning and making him orbit us. Fuck he’s persistent. I team up with the cockblock to get him away and eventually he leaves, but not before yelling his number out several times. I’m not sure if she put his number down.
The club closes. The four of us leave together. I walk ahead with my girl with the intent of taking her to my car, but she stops at the parking lot where her car is. I pull her hair and come in close. She says I can’t kiss her, I tell her I don’t want to kiss her, she’s in my friend zone. She repeatedly asks me if I want a record deal, that she’ll ask some guy who I’m assuming is her boyfriend/whatever. I tell her I don’t want anything, I just want to be friends. (Weak. I should have said, “You say you want to help me, but I know girls like you. You just offer false promises to get close to me. Sorry little girl, I don’t need anything from you. The best you can get is friendship, and you’re walking a fine line on that.”)
The cockblock and guy arrive. The dude and I agree they shouldn’t be driving, and offer to give them rides. The cockblock keeps saying they’ll be taking a cab but stay in the parking lot. It’s retarded.
Some Asian dude also comes by and my girl immediately starts talking to him. They shake hands and he twirls her, classic PUA move. I immediately try to shake his hand to get his hand off my girl but it takes a few seconds before compliance. She keeps trying to talk to him and they’re still holding hands, so I stand between the two and pull her into the parking lot, until he finally lets go of her hand.
Eventually the cockblock had enough and said bye to us all. The two guys walked in one direction while I walked in the other. I turn back because I realize those guys are probably going to try to fuck them. Also because I really don’t want them to drive drunk. The two guys turn back as well, but I plow ahead first.
The cockblock keeps telling me they’ll see me next week, blahblahblah, thanks, go away. I persist a little and try to get them to take a cab but fail. I walk away as the guys lurk at the parking lot entrance, ready to pounce as soon as I leave.
My frame control still needs work and I need to be more assertive. I did AMOG much more aggressively today than I ever have, though. And I got a number for a hot Mexican chick who professes her love of Asian guys. And at the end of the night my projection was so good I was having entire conversations with the girl in the middle of the dance floor. A good night!