| Alright after reading the ego post I thought I should clarify my position. I mentioned that I am 26 and living in Denver. I have slept with 9 women in my life and only learned about the game a month or so ago. I read it fast and twice since. I have field tested with my mentor Conrad but I let him open sets. All but one time in fact, because my aa was apparently more than I could handle.
Recently I have been able to combat this.
Let me once again clarify that I am in no way someone who's word is to be taken as good advice. I will sincerely avow, right here and now, that I will only offer advice that has been personally field tested and approved. I acknowledge that I am new to the game and about as good at it as I am moving mountains. I here-by humble myself before whoever reads this and promise to post with honesty and humility. I am here to learn.
Tonight I was invited by my friend, who recently enlisted in the navy, to a hockey game. I am a huge hockey fan and I gratefully accepted. I should preface this accounting and mention that my friend; let's call him Steve, and I go back about 5 years. We once worked together in fact. He knows that I love hockey and furthermore, we have been good enough friends to ask each others opinion on relationship/pickup issues. We both shared our thoughts with each other in the confines of his bedroom over a game of smash bros. and a bowl, but neither of us had a group forum and the collective wisdom and opinions of PUAs across the world to bounce them off. After a month or reading and thinking about whatever I could get my hands on, I felt like perhaps I could open some sets with him. So when he invited me to the game I was thrilled to go, mostly to see the game, but also to open sets and get out of the apartment.
So. I will be self-deprecatingly and gallantly honest with what I share here.
I slept in until around noon and finally got around to pulling myself together. I got up and made myself some coffee. I cleaned the kitchen and did my laundry. Steve called me around three so I took a shower and waited for him to come over to pick me up. (I lost my license because I'm a dumbass) We took some shots of vodka at my apartment and fought the traffic to the game. (my inner game needs help. Give me material please)
As soon as we got inside Steve went to the bathroom and I saw there three girls standing near the military sign-in desk wearing Copper Mountain gear. Two were short, blond HB9's that could have passed for sisters. The other was an HB6. a short brunette with a butch haircut who had a nice body. I decided to approach her.
me: so if you work for copper could you get my military friend a free lift ticket before he ships out?
her: oh I don't actually work for copper I work here
me: you mean at the stadium? so do you give away tee shirts during intermission?
her: yeah and help people get to their groups.
me: do you get to shoot those tee shirt launchers?
her: no you have to go through some sort of training for that.
Steve mercifully left the bathroom and I was able to extract myself gracefully from the nonversation. I couldn't figure out how to try to escalate it from there so I took the opportunity to split. Halfway through the second period Steve left to go join the other recruits to be a part of the ceremony on the ice during the intermission, so I went to the bar for a drink with another guy invited by his recruit friend. I saw lots of girls at the bar but didn't approach any of them. I felt bad about that later so when I went to smoke a cigarette halfway through the third period I decided to go approach every person out there to try to ward off aa. There were no targets but I got creative with people and even told an older woman that my name was D'Artagnan.
After the game Steve and I went bowling at the alley where I play in the league every Wednesday night. We got a lane and played half the game but Steve and I both noticed a four set, all girls four lanes down so I asked the guy at the counter, who I talk to every Wednesday, to move us down so I could try to run game. (not necessarily in those words.) Steve seemed to be able to build rapport with the two that I couldn't and I seemed to be able to do the same with the others. One girl mentioned that another girl, who was from Brazil was a pro bowler, but clearly she wasn't, so I asked her for lessons. I felt like I was doing pretty good but they were nearly done with their game and evidently we didn't make ourselves interesting enough to persuade them unconsciously to buy another game. I gave my phone to the "pro" and said give me your number and you can give me lessons some time, but she gave it right back and said I don't give out my number.
I had no response.
They took off and I felt pretty bad but my bowling improved... Steve also said he felt bad that he didn't take a shot because he felt like he had a chance to number close with one of them. We finished our game, I thanked my friend at the front desk, and we left.
We hit the bar across the street and it's packed.
I instruct Steve to follow me to the end of the bar where it's an empty corner but a raised section of the bar that has a vantage point that allows you to see all across it. We buy a drink and survey the scene.
Steve points out a three set with one guy and two HB7's near a pool table that is unused so I get quarters from the bartender. Steve follows when I ask the guy in the set if he would like to play a doubles game with my friend and I. The guy accepts and another guy shows up on the scene to be his partner. The girls take off and my plan blows up in my face. Furthermore we lose the game.
Both our drinks are empty, and Steve notices that this cute cocktail waitress who only has two tables. One is empty so we go over and sit down and presently she shows up.
I'm a waiter so I already have openers here but anyone who has suggestions on recruiting hired guns for assistance or on picking them up please feel free to share your thoughts or suggestions on reading material.
I ask about her night and if she's busy and whether or not she's going to make a grand and where she'll retire to and I got ballsy and tried to run the cube but I don't think I came across as very sincere after prefacing it with, "my psychology student friend taught me this exercise, it's brief but kinda fun. If you're not too busy can I ask you some simple questions and try to remember what they can mean?
She seemed intrigued but was in a rush when she picked up my tip recite so I never got to close. Steve liked another cocktail waitress who was cleaning the foosball table so I went up to her and asked her if it would wreck her night if my friend and I played a game. She said it wouldn't and left so fast I couldn't even get a word in so we played.
I suggested doubles and asked this two set of guys if they wanted to play. One left really fast and the other, this 6'6 250lb bearded douschbag began escalating a physical confrontation. Initially he simply asked if one of us would blow him if he won but once he found out Steve was navy he got really violent towards him and Steve who probably weighs half this man and is less in stature than him by greater than a foot stood his ground. His friend was returning just then so I asked him to call his friend off. It was a bad scene in a dive bar and it left us both shaken so Steve drove me home and I told him we should meet up for day game training tomorrow, downtown, after I finish working lunch.
Please critique and comment and thanks for bothering to read my ramblings.
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