Hi all,

I’m a 22-year-old college kid that lives in the NW burbs; I go to UIC. I’ve had a handful of girl experience in the past but consider myself a late social bloomer and new to cold approaching. I’m fresh to the seduction community and don’t usually post anything like this, however I recently had my first sarge and thought I’d share some successes and maybe gain some feedback.

Last night I went out with a couple buddies to Dolphin, somewhere I’d been to once before. Up until this point I‘ve only read and watched pick up material (mostly Annihilation and Mystery method). I’ve never sarged or attempted cold approaching in my life. Before leaving I watched the inner game dvd from Style’s Annihilation Method set to try and prepare myself mentally for my first sarge. The night before I had went to the MID and chastised myself all night for not attempting even a single solitary approach. I knew the structure, I knew the lines, and yet I had froze.

We walked into Dolphin and I immediately felt the social pressure I had dropped on myself. I was on familiar ground with an unfamiliar mindset and a new set of tools. I repeated a quote I heard from Mystery to myself over and over in my head, “failure is fine, but try”. My friends aren’t knowledgeable about pick-up so I knew I would have to go it alone and try something I’d never do. We met up with an old high school female friend Jenny who works as a promoter. The four of us walked into a large lounge room with colorful lighting and edm music that was just loud enough to allow for conversation. It was perfect.

Jenny leaned over to say high to her boss, a well-groomed club promoter who introduced himself as Joey briefly before going back to his group. As I talked to my friends I inwardly thought about my body language, making sure it was strong and confident. Just as we found ourselves settling into one awkward spot in the middle of the floor I thought about all the other nights and how this one was shaping up to be the same, standing around each other shifting gazes while fishing for small talk. Something went off in my mind and I broke off, casually walking toward a two set of girls I spotted near the bar. One was a 36-year-old blonde (7), the other a 26-year-old straight haired brunette (HB8). As I approached, my chest pounded. But I pressed on, reminding myself everything I’d learned so far - the theory, the structure, the routines. As I started walking passed I quickly glanced and stopped, by body facing away, as I positioned myself to talk over my shoulder. I gave a second look and proceeded into the two-part kiss opener.

The words I had been practicing so regularly felt foreign leaving my mouth. As I said them I focused on centering myself and letting go of any expectation. What followed was refreshing; I was surprised how responsive and open she became. I’m used to feeling shields go up when interacting with new women in this setting, but this was my first time using the right tools. I consciously remembered not to telegraph interest and continued the routine until it ran its course. I gestured at her friend saying, “You haven’t even introduced me to your friend yet - it’s the polite thing to do”. Anya, the straight haired brunette with a polish accent in a flattering evening dress introduced herself with a smile.

After a few minutes of fluffing with some of the most attractive girls at the bar, I must have caught the envy of my friends because they came over to chat with me. I turned to engage them, trying to convey a little push, and also allowing me to relax and center myself as I internally celebrated my first success. I talked with my friends for a few minutes as I noticed a two set of girls at the end of the bar – a couple of 7’s. My friend commented on my recent encounter with the two girls behind me. I replied something cheeky and told him we should meet these two new girls. I felt my momentum.

I walked passed the girls and repeated my opener, being conscious of my body language. I felt increasingly comfortable. This one went as well as the last; both girls introduced themselves and I felt the hook point. My friend came over again and, feeling even more confident this time, I pulled him in to introduce my new friends. I felt like a boss. We fluffed for a couple minutes but I started feeling the interaction wane so I said “pleasure meeting you” and ejected myself back to my friends, trying to preserve my value. Although I had only gotten a little passed the hook point in each set I was beaming with my progress. Later Jenny would tell me that while talking to her boss Joey, he noticed my interactions and asked if I knew those girls. After she told him “No, he came here with us”, he nodded, adding, “I like him”.

We decided to check out the main stage. Undulating lights filled the room of well-dressed people mingling to blaring electronic music. My two friends walked ahead and as I entered I approached a two set near the entrance (they were part of a 6 set near a table). I used the same opener on the two 7’s and I could feel myself becoming even more comfortable. I could also feel the envious eyes of older men, backs plastered to the bar with drinks in hand, likely wondering what I could be talking about to girls that had only been feet away from them yet miles apart for a good part of their night.

I safely ejected, rejoining my friends. I felt the urge to approach a five set of girls (7-9’s) that were nonchalantly dancing near us, but the overwhelming music heightened my AA. For Christ sakes I had a hard enough time yelling to the girls near the entrance in order to avoid leaning in to them. After standing around somewhat awkwardly for about ten minutes with my friends we decided to head back to the lounge area. I motioned them to lead the way but before leaving the room, noticed a stunning blonde HB9 standing alone atop the raised platform to the winding handicap accessible ramp. She had short straight platinum blonde hair and a photogenic nose, wearing a tight black and white cocktail dress. She had an aura. She leaned facing the rail looking across the crowd. Her body language was excellent.

I felt my momentum but as I walked passed on the lower level next to her I experienced serious AA. But I immediately found myself momentarily stuck behind a group of guys who didn’t know how to walk straight, and knowing that she was RIGHT next to me, I said “fuck it”. Looking up, I delivered my opener VERY loudly to catch her attention. She towered above me - I was just about waist high compared to her (and I’m 6’3”), but to my pleasant surprise, she bent down after a few seconds to hear me. She put her face close to mine and gave me her opinion while we chatted for a minute. I asked her who she knew and found out that she actually worked there as a bottle service girl. Once again I felt the glowering eyes of envious AFC’s around me. I offered my hand and she reciprocated, introducing herself as Brittany. My friends had came back to find where I had gone. Looking back on the situation I could have definitely stayed and continued but my head was in such a spin I politely ejected and rejoined my friends.

I repeated this opener a few more times throughout the night with similar success.

After arriving back at the lounge a couple of Jenny’s friends came to say high to her – one, an average blonde 5.5, and the other, a gorgeous brunette HB 9 in a green silk dress with black straps, thick wavy hair that went down her back across her evenly tan complexion, and an interesting DeadMau5 broach clipped to her left dress strap. I hesitated a little but knew I had to say something. Instead of opening the 9, I gave the jealous girlfriend opener to the 5.5. A couple minutes in, I could see the 9 in my periphery (who was now shyly sipping on her mixed drink) give us the occasional glance. After I’d run the gambit I asked her what her friend would think, and she told me (a little annoyed I think) I should ask her. I told her to introduce me for sake of politeness and she did. The music was so loud I couldn’t hear her the 9 well. I tried raising my voice to compensate but despite her motion to lean in, our communication was stunted and I lost the nerve to continue the interaction - I did not want to step in and show eagerness. I later saw her by the bar and gave her a “hey” and a slight smile over my shoulder, which she returned, however she then turned back to the company of her friend. I realize now that I missed that small window of opportunity where I could have inserted a playful line and/or transitioned into DHV - lesson learned.

I also ended up running into the two girls I had originally approached, on the dance floor. The 36-year old tried hard for my attention. This time I remembered some of Mystery’s material on kino escalation that I had watched earlier. We fluffed near the bar, talking lightly about our age difference and the fact she was married with two kids, which didn’t seem to bother either of us. I gradually began touching her arm and holding her back as she leaned in to speak while focusing on building rapport. I tried to have her qualify herself to me but she giggled and got flustered, still in disbelief that I was so much younger than her. I held her hands and taught her something I had learned, which is that you can always tell a woman’s age by her hands. She offered me her I.D. to prove her age and sure enough she was telling the truth, I even had a nearby bouncer verify it under his light. I continued being playful and interesting, then spent the next 20 or so minutes politely dancing with her near her friends.

Overall a very successful night - although I didn’t kiss or number close I’ve made large personal strides in both inner and outer game. Looking forward to one-upping myself during the next sarge. Any comments and advice greatly appreciated.

Cheers,
BMOC