So, I decided a few weeks ago that I needed a female wingman. I'm not really into online sarging, but I figured looking on POF for "friends" would be a great place to start. I found this interesting Czech girl (I live in the US), and decided to give her a shot. My online game is tight, I ran Kata124's Perfect Internet Game as a opener. It worked like charm, and was a ton of fun... Her profile said she was looking for friends to "hang out", but it was obvious that it wasn't going in that direction. Despite that, I was still just looking for a wingman.

I'm new to this PUA stuff, but I've read a lot, and haven't practiced much in-field. I'm a good looking guy, but somehow lack confidence... I'm working on it (I'm a total AFC lol). We decided to go out for drinks. This girl had sent me pictures before we met, that ranged from just plain scary to HB 6. When I met her in person... she was a solid 9. When she said hello, with her Czech accent... she was an 11.

So here's where things get hilarious. I was ready to turn around, walk out of the bar and go home... she was out of my league. But instead, I worked on my game... really sticking to the Mystery Method. I focused a lot on body language - taking up as much space as possible, not leaning in, etc. I used a lot of bait/release tactics and negs. One of my favorites was pointing out a scar on her nose, and telling her I loved it... it and how cute it was. I was deliberately pointing out blemishes, but at the same time complimenting her. I also did the same with her accent, pointing out how cute it was and even though she hates it.

We were sitting at this bar for 3 hours or so. I had planned on taking her to the park, and sneaking in (it was closed for the night). But she refused, saying that she doesn't know me well enough yet. I started to run out of material... and in my mind, things were going downhill. All I could think to myself was... "This is the hottest woman I've ever talked to, enjoy it while it lasts" lol. I was beyond nervous... I couldn't think of anything to say... all I could think about was how I was gonna be writing here the next day about the chance I blew lol.

We finished the date... I wasn't even going to hug her (why would she want one)... she had to ask for it. Screw kino... I just wanted to go home and take a cold shower.

She sent me a txt afterwards, and then it hit me... like The Matrix, I could see the code. She txted me that she had a great time. Even though I was scared and feeling like failure the whole time, sticking to this PUA stuff saved me. I really did a lot of DHVing, and it worked. Because I had her feeling that I was of higher value, the awkward silences that we had, her not trusting me enough to goto the park, etc, all seemed like it was her fault to her. She actually apologized for not talking enough, she was "nervous". She also told me how hot I was. It was such an ego boost... and not just that, I realized the importance of all this alpha stuff, and how things like body language can hide your insecurity...

To top it off, the best feeling in the world came, when the hottest woman I've ever talked to in my life, txted me "I looked like a zombie tonight, hopefully you didn't mind" to which I responded "It's ok, I like horror films"


To be continued...

We went on a 2nd date, and things were going well. She had asked to take things slow, so I wasn't getting into kino yet... and hadn't tried to kiss close on purpose. At this point, she was txting me every morning and night... I was getting tons of attention.

Then it happened, it's my crappy luck really. The girl's dog died... and she has been a total wreck. I've never seen someone take a pets loss so badly. I felt bad for her, and tried to console her. But it put me in a really weird situation... we didn't know each other well enough for this sort of thing, so I could only help so much. I didn't know what to do.

She invited me to come to her work (she bartends) with some friends a few days later. She seemed to be doing ok, she said work had been keeping her mind off of things.

After that night, things went downhill. She stopped txting me, days passed. I made sure not to smother her with txts, I made sure to not let her know I knew she was ignoring me. Ultimately, I think this was the mistake I made.

She txted me one night, and we set up a date for either that Sunday or Monday. I didnt hear from her Sunday, and then Monday came along.. she flaked on me, and apologized that she was sick.

At this point, my mind started playing tricks on me. I saw she had been logging on POF, despite not talking to me... even though I knew she messaged a friend on there, I took this all of this as meaning she was losing interest and/or dating someone else.

I waited a day, I was focusing on trying to appear unphased by her behavior. I sent her a playful text saying "After 2 dates, I never was so excited about a girl. But now, I'm starting to think you stink ". She responded with "Oh good to know! Im going thru a very hard time right now. Whatever". Ouuuuch.

I was so worried about sticking to the game, and making sure not to lose her to another guy... that I forgot to be compassionate about her situation. I felt like I was losing her, when really... I think she just needed space, and possibly more compassion on my end.

I'm quite sure I won't see her again. I'm hoping that if I give her some space, that in a few weeks Ill hear from her again... but I doubt it.