Hello guys! This is the first time that I post on this section; actually, tonight I'll post three field reports (note that all three of them have a separation of several weeks between them; I just needed to take some time to write them). Here's the first one:

I was out with some of my best friends in a pretty big club, and it was a crowded night. So a couple of friends and I decided to go to the dancefloor to see what we could find. I have a really tall friend who has absolutely no shame, and even though he’s not the best dancer, he moves like he really knows what he’s doing. Sometimes he actually looks like a really good dancer, but what I admire of him is his confidence. Naturally, that kind of confidence attracts a number of girls, and that can only be good for me.

So, he starts dancing like usual, and with practically no words he opens a set of four girls. I automatically noticed the window of opportunity in front of me and I went for it. I started dancing with this cute brunette (let’s call her “V”), and we started talking a little. She told me that she was 24 and I told her that I was 21 (I was 19 at that time). Despite the age difference, I started teasing her, telling her that to be completely honest, she was the little one, since I’m 6’2” and she’s about 5’3”. So I gave her the nickname “Pequeña” (which in Spanish means “little one”).

We kept talking and suddenly we noticed that both my friends and her friends had gone somewhere else. Now that’s some automatic-isolation right there! So we kept talking and dancing, and I kept teasing her, now about the fact that she was daddy’s little girl, since she told me that she somewhat constantly asks money from him, and that she wanted to be finally independent. We kept dancing hand in hand all along, and I hinted that she should teach me some dance moves (I usually do this, and I end up learning some new tricks from girls).

I started looking at her with my face facing down but my eyes looking straight to her eyes; it’s a thing I learned watching Ed Westwick’s character on Gossip Girl, Chuck Bass (yes, I watch Gossip Girl. Deal with it ). Anyways, she started turning redder and redder, trying to stare back at me, but then realizing that she was turning red again. Naturally, I teased her about this too. She just said, “Why do you look at me like that?” I’ve noticed that every time a girl asks something like that, I just say “I don’t know”, and I continue the seduction. Don’t let things like these slow you down.

I went from the “Chuck Bass gaze” to a triangular gaze, and we started to get closer and closer. So I just went in for the kiss, and she kissed me back. It was pretty great, and she said: “Why did you do that?” Again, “I don’t know”, and I kissed her again. For some reason, she asked: “Why do you make that face after kissing me? Like if you were embarrassed?” I was perplexed: “What face?” But I tried to smooth things out: “Look, let’s try again and I’ll make a new face, deal?” The more reasons to kiss her, the better. I gotta say that, for some reason, I bite when I kiss. I’m just obsessed with a woman’s lower lip, so I bite it. And after a couple minutes, she bit me back. She had to leave some 15 minutes after all of that; nevertheless, the whole experience was great. Looking back, I like to find mistakes; you know, things that I can work with. This time in particular I learned that I gotta isolate myself; I can’t rely on her friends just leaving all the time.

It was a busy night at a small yet hip local club. Ever since I stepped in, I chose to make this a night all about body language: the walk and the posture that could catch many eyes. To be completely honest, I didn’t do many approaches, and the few that I did do were short and not exactly what I was expecting. Nevertheless, I kept striding around the club looking as confident as it gets. I tried new things, like a smoother, more discreet version of Johnny Depp’s Jack Sparrow’s walk (it’s like a drunk man walking with a certain elegance), and I think it worked well enough.

After walking around the club without many results, I noticed that a girl was intently looking at me, with a playful smile. I automatically approached and engaged in conversation. Looking back, it wasn’t exactly the best conversation from my part, but I kept confident. I noticed that a guy was staring at us, so I asked her if that was her boyfriend. “No, that’s my brother”. Not exactly good, but definitely better. Plus, the brother had a girlfriend that quickly joined him and I guess that distracted him for a while.

So this girl and I (let’s call her “M”) went back to our conversation. I started asking her to tell me more about herself, and she asked me about what I wanted to know about her. I said “well, anything”. She got a little perplexed and said, “No, really, what do you want to know?” So before this turned into an awkward argument, I decided to take things a little forward: “well, I’d like to know how you kiss”. She got somewhat surprised and asked “What did you say?” This was no time to back down, so I insisted: “I wanna know how you kiss”. “Oh, really?” “Yeah”.

I think that my confident posture helped me a lot, because she knew that I wasn’t kidding, and she went for the kiss, confident and sexy. She bit me before I bit her (I actually had a small cut inside my mouth for a couple of days after that), and we enjoyed some ten more minutes of that. Simply amazing. With this particular experience I learned that I can’t leave everything to body language (even though in this case it was a great help), and that I need to approach as many girls as possible to get as many experiences as this one. It’s the only way to meet these great women.

We arrived a little too early to the club; the friend that invited us insisted that the event was going to start early. By the way, such event was a party thrown by the Faculty of Medicine of the local university; they were presenting the candidates for the faculty’s princess. Very cheesy indeed. But anyways, we arrived a little too early (if you’re not Mexican, you should know that our definition of punctuality is exaggeratedly flexible; if you’re invited to a party at 9:00, you should be arriving around 11:00).

Nevertheless, arriving early had some advantages. For instance, this was a new club, and I had a chance to get familiar with it; after a short time I was walking around it as if it was my house, and by that time people were finally arriving. One of my first approaches of the night was a cute, tall brunette that was walking alone. I passed by her, took a glance at her and made gestures for her to stop. “Nice dress, makes you look cute. See ya!” And then I started walking as if I had nothing else to say, but she replied with a cute mocking tone and a smile “Thanks, you can borrow it anytime”. There was my window of opportunity. “You know what? You’re a funny girl. What’s your name?” She told me her name and asked for mine. “Well, every time I meet someone new, I like to play a little game to get to know that person better. It’s very quick, ready? You’re gonna tell me three things about yourself, but one of them has to be a lie, and I have to guess which one is it”.

“Ok. Well, I have a boyfriend; I’m married; and I’m very horny”. I didn’t see that one coming. “Hmmm. Well, the lie must be that you’re married”. Then she said: “Right, and that means that I do have a boyfriend and that I am very horny”. By this moment I had noticed that this girl was kind of drunk; perhaps very drunk. You see, the thing is that I don’t like to mess couples up; it’s one of those lines that I like to keep myself from crossing. So I just said, “Well, nice meeting you” and I took off.

I gotta mention that there’s this girl that I find quite attractive, and since I arrived to the club I thought that I had seen her around. She was in a table near our table, but she was surrounded by a lot of her guy friends, so I decided to keep talking to other girls while I waited for a chance with this girl. I noticed that some chick was dancing with my friends, and two other girls were talking nearby, as if waiting for her. So I decided to entertain them while my friends danced with the other chick. “Hey guys, are you friends with the chick that’s dancing with my friends?” “Yeah”. “And why aren’t you dancing with her?” They started laughing, and I thought I had it in the bag, so I started the same routine, asking them things about themselves with my little game. But as it turned out, these girls weren’t so open for talking or dancing, so I decided to move on.

I bumped into this girl that I thought I had seen earlier (let’s call her “V. N.”), so I approached her quickly since she looked like she was about to leave. As I got closer, I noticed that she looked kind of different, and when I asked her if she was V. N., she told me that she wasn’t; even though she was smiling and everything, I didn’t continue the approach. I was kind of disappointed: I had met V. N. only for a brief moment, and I was hoping to finally meet her properly. But then it hit me: I shouldn’t be focused on meeting just this one girl; I should just relax and open more sets.

The last set of the night was the coolest. There were three chicks, and after opening them I noticed that one of them was particularly interested in the conversation, so I decided to pay her a little more attention without completely focusing on her. Things turned out well, her friends “went to the bathroom” and we were left to talk for quite a while. Then I led her to the dancefloor, and at some moment we both mentioned that we really liked to dance. I convinced her to teach me how to salsa, and let me tell you that it was pretty great: she was absolutely comfortable with our bodies getting closer and closer.

However, she had some doubts: she had mentioned that she had just broken up with a boyfriend. So she kept sending mixed signals: she put her hand on my chest, but then she looked at her friends that were somewhere around the bar and she stopped; I firmly took her by her waist and then by her lower back, so she put her arms around my neck, but all of a sudden she put her hands away and looked like she was hesitating. I decided that I should try to go for the kiss; however, after a couple of minutes of triangular gazing she got somewhat uncomfortable. I decided to give her a break, so I left after she gave me her number; I wanted to leave the club because I had a class the next morning.

End of the day, it was a pretty cool experience; however, looking back I realize that I need to be more persistent; maybe I could have gotten that k-close.

This field report includes all six days and five nights of my trip to Cancún. This is basically a summary of everything that went down and everything that I learned. Let me tell you that Cancún is hands down one of the best places to vacation world-wide. Beautiful place, beautiful weather and beautiful girls; there’s absolutely no complaint. This was my fifth time there, but this was a special occasion, since I had a very clear plan in my mind: I was going to go out every single night to a different club, visiting the best nightlife you can find in Mexico. If you have the chance to do this (go on vacation to a hot spot and create your very own intensive seduction program), I encourage you to really give it a try. It will up your game to a new level.

On average, I had a k-close every 11 approaches, but no numbers. Funny enough, I realize now that getting a phone number is not necessarily the best option, particularly when both you and the girl are looking only for a one-time thing, and that’s certainly the case when you travel to the beach. In one of those k-closes I used a little routine that I have been trying out for a while: I play a game of questions to get to know her a little better; she has to tell me three things about herself but one of them is a lie (I think I learned this from Neil) and I have to guess which one is the lie. I encourage them to be creative and funny, they gotta make me laugh. After getting to a playful moment with some good kino, and after getting some IOIs, I ask them to tell me something else about them. They say: “what else do you wanna know about me?” So I answer: “well, if you want me to be completely honest, I wanna know how you kiss”. In this case she bit her lip and told me: “I’m a really good kisser”. “Really? I’m gonna have to check that out”. And there you go, a nice French kiss.

I gotta be honest with you guys, it wasn’t easy at many times. I visited six clubs during my five nights there: Coco Bongo (a mix of a normal club with Vegas style shows), Cabana Beach (a beach club with a pool party), Señor Frog’s (a mix of a beach bar with a club), Dady’O (a pretty big club with some hired guns and probably the best music out of all the clubs that I visited), Ultra Club (an after club on a rooftop) and The City (a huge club that can fit up to 6,000 people). Most of these clubs were really crowded, and I mean packed, like you could barely move around. This added an extra difficulty; plus, imagine the number of guys trying to get a girl. It was crazy.

One of the things that I learned is that, in such big, crowded places, it’s all about the body language and the looks. If you wanna succeed in a big night club, you gotta learn how to sarge without words. One little tip: a smile goes a long way. A good opener might be helpful, but the majority of the beautiful ladies will be dancing and they won’t have a lot of time to hear you out. I learned that the hard way. I did use some openers, though; one of them was “Out of these four qualities, which two would you choose for your type of man: a good attitude, looks, intelligence or being funny?” That one got me some insightful answers, but the conversation usually died out before getting her engaged in it.

One girl gave me a good answer to this question. She said that, if you just wanted to flirt, the attitude and the looks were most important, whereas if you wanted a relationship, being intelligent and funny really helped. One detail: I’ve learned that by looks, most girls don’t mean that you need to look like a movie star; rather, what women like is for us to dress like we own a great personality. Another friendly way of opening people is when girls are taking pictures of each other; you can just pop in and tell them that you can take a picture of all of them together. Then you can take it from there with a good conversation or more pictures that now include you.

After going through this intensive seduction program, I feel really good because I learned many, many things, some of which I’ve just shared with you guys. I know that the most experienced PUAs might not be impressed by this particular story, but I hope you enjoyed reading it. Now I realize that I have a long way to go before I can get literally ANY girl that I want, but I feel like I’m going in a good direction, and I’ll keep going until I get what I want. Hope that you guys have a great summer too, see you around!

Last Saturday night, my friends and I decided to go out to a local club. The music wasn’t really good, and at times it felt somewhat empty, or at least emptier than usual – only 40 or 50 people. But appearances can be deceiving, since it turned out to be quite a good night. As a matter of fact, I felt like I reached a new level in my game. Here’s what happened:

A few moments after arriving at our table, ordering a bottle and having a couple of drinks, I spotted this hot chick sitting alone in a nearby table. She was sipping on her drink, sitting in a way that showed her sexy curves. She looked like a proud, fierce lioness, and that’s exactly my type of woman. So I just thought to myself: “who dares, wins”. I started walking towards her, but in the ten or fifteen steps that separated us, I met eyes with another girl. I smiled, and she smiled back; she walked past by me, so I looked back to see her again and she was looking at me, too. She was going towards the bathroom with a friend, so I had a few minutes to think about the next step. And so the debate started.

In one hand, I had found a beautiful girl, Miss Lioness (I’d give her a 9), but I hadn’t talked to her yet. On the other hand, I had a girl that I found somewhat less attractive (maybe an eight), but she was already giving me IOIs. Usually, I would have gone for the girl that was already attracted to me. But not that day. “Who dares, wins”; I couldn’t let that chance walk past by me. So I kept walking towards Miss Lioness. I started talking to her, and I found out that her name is F, and that she’s two years older than me. Then we started talking about dancing, and she told me that one of her dreams is to become a pro at different styles. I naturally suggested that we should dance, but she told me: “later” and started turning back towards her friends. So I said very sarcastically, “yeah, right, see ya later”. She turned back, looked me in the eye and said, smiling, “I mean it!” I just said: “ok”, and went back with my friends.

She meant it. Five minutes later, I felt someone poking me in the back. I turned around, and there she was, with a couple of her friends. “Now, I’m ready to dance”. So I go dance with her, while her friends give us some privacy. After that, it was less words and more body language. She grabbed my hand, so I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. With our bodies pushing against each other, we started kissing. I gotta say that she wasn’t totally into it. It was a short kiss, like a peck with tongue. And then again, and then again. It couldn’t have been my breath; I had been eating gum all night, changing it every hour or so. So I bit her lower lip, and we kissed a little longer. Then I put my hand on her butt, and I felt that she was tight in every right place, and soft in every right place. After that we kissed some more.

A few minutes later I had to leave, so I asked for her number. Weird enough, she didn’t give it to me. Nor her Facebook. She asked if I had Twitter, and I was quite confused. I gave her my last name so she could find me on Facebook, and I left even more confused. Nevertheless, it was a really good night; I had gone for the girl that represented the bigger challenge, and it was a pretty good experience.

Any ideas, bros?

FAIR WARNING: this one's long. It contains both moments of success and moments of doubt. I will really appreciate some ten minutes of your reading, and all your comments.

I must admit that I was somewhat reluctant to writing this field report. It includes a large period of time (hence the length), and it is about different women, but mostly about one in particular that has caught my attention in a way that dangerously seems to be a one-itis. Let’s start from a point back in October of this year: a school trip to Puebla, Mexico.

We (ten students of International Relations) went to a congress that would last for three days, and the plan was to spend the three nights clubbing. Soon, five of us created some sort of fraternity: three guys and two girls; we went out together, got drunk together, took care of each other and so on. The thing is, I had already set my eyes for one of those girls (let’s call her V).

At first, I knew that I liked her, but it wasn’t such a big deal. But that changed little by little. The first night, she was in her pj’s in our room, then went to her room to change clothes, then came back ready for the club. I was fucking stunned. She had put on a black lace mini dress that showed her incredibly long legs. I knew from that moment that I was going to have a run for my money.

And soon enough, guys were constantly approaching her the minute she stepped into a bar where we were going to have a pre-party. I let them drool over her, and went with one of my best friends to drink at his table (let’s call him R). When I finally decided to go after her, I noticed that she was with some other guy, and from the body language I realized that this guy knew what he was doing, and they were having quite a good time, but there was no kissing. I quickly gathered up everyone and told them that it was about time to go to the club. V was reluctant; I got pissed.

Mystery is right in saying that you know if you really want someone when you notice that you feel jealous for her. I was going crazy. Finally, she realized that everybody wanted to go to the club, and even though she hesitated for a while about staying there alone with that guy (she was killing me for about five minutes), she finally accepted to get into the cab. Once in the club, I had to do something to get the anger under control. A different girl gave me a playful look, and ten minutes later I was making out with her. Ten more minutes, and I was caressing her body. Without talking about it, we found ourselves playing the game of “how far will you go in public?” I kept tracing her curves with my fingers. She took my hand and put it under her blouse. I went for her boobs; then I lowered my hand and started fingering her through her white shorts. Every time I kissed her, I grabbed her butt like I was holding on to dear life. After some time, she decided that it was time to get back to her friends. I let her go, having a different thought in my mind.

This scene happened right besides where V and the rest of my friends were dancing. I knew she had watched enough, so I tried to get close to her. She was livid and completely avoided me. The night went on and eventually came to an end.

The second day, I knew I had to do something. We were in the middle of a conference, and I started teasing her about some childish drawings that she was scribbling in her notepad. Then I approached her on a more serious tone: “I have to ask you something later. It’s nothing huge, but remind me of asking”.

That night R, his cousin and I went to a club, while V headed out to a different club with our other friends. I chilled out, but didn’t sarge anyone there. Then V came to our club, and headed towards our table. She didn’t say anything, but I knew that I had to man up; I couldn’t expect her to do all the work. After all, she had shown up. I told her that I felt like there was something between us, that maybe it was just my imagination and that if she told me that it was nothing, it wasn’t going to be the end of the world, but I still wanted to know what she thought. She told me that we were just friends; that she was in a weird relationship, single, but complicated (I just found out that she wants something with my friend R, but R knows that I want V, and he sees her like a best friend, so he hasn’t done anything. However, the fact that he doesn’t really want her is triggering some attraction switches in her).

I left the table as composedly as possible, and went downstairs. I was fucking pissed again, but this time I successfully managed to control myself. I also noticed that she was crying; even before all of this, I had perceived some interest from her for me.

On the third night we went out clubbing again. I just wanted to relax and enjoy my last few moments in Puebla, so I started sarging another girl. We talked for quite a while and started connecting. She invited me back to her apartment with her friends, and I naturally said yes. Once there, one of her single friends left. The remaining two seemed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and they went to one of the rooms. We were left alone, and started making out on her couch. I started caressing her body and feeling her boobs, trying to turn her nipples on (quick tip: while she still has her clothes or her bra on, gently scratch the area of the nipples; then lightly grab the whole boob with your hand, and after a few seconds remove the hand leaving only one finger touching her, tracing its way back to the nipple and gently scratching it again. By the time I took her bra off, her nipples were really perked up).

A few minutes later we were on her bed, and that’s when it happened. Before she took her panties off, I had a weird feeling, like if something was just not quite right. I couldn’t help but think about V, and I told the other girl that I had to leave. Again, not one of my proudest moments.

The morning after that, my friends started asking me about what had happened: they all knew that I left the club with a girl, and they wanted details. V was uncomfortably sitting there; she had also noticed my leaving. I knew this because, even while I was sarging with the other girl, I couldn’t help but turn around to look at V every once in a while. I told everyone that we had made out, but that nothing else happened. V cheered up a little after that.

Back in our hometown, things have been awkward. I keep trying to make clear that we’re not friends and I still want something else out of my relationship with her, but it’s not that easy. So far, the only way I’ve managed to communicate that is through keeping my distance. That triggers a little game of pushing and pulling, but I have a feeling that, even though that has helped for a while, I need to do something new. I want my strategy to evolve into something more active. And that’s where you guys come in.

I’m immersed in a personal debate about what to do next. On one hand, being too persistent might come off as being needy; on the other hand, doing nothing feels plain wrong. I know that I could just sarge new girls, and trust me, as long as I’m single I’ll continue to do so for the rest of my life, enjoying every minute of it. But there’s also the fact that I’d really like to know what it feels like to have a girlfriend. At the age of twenty, I’ve never been in a relationship; in the past few years, I’ve had great moments with girls that I just met at the club or on the streets, and I want to keep those moments coming. But I also want to experiment with something more stable. That’s the challenge that I’m facing these days.