My god, tonight was my real breakthrough with AA! First of all, let me just blame my drunk ass wing for losing my f-close (yeah I know, that's really low of me).

My background story is that I've been kind of in to this lifestyle with just half of my heart since I read the Game» 6 months ago... until recently when I started to read some of the sunshine stories at the forums and realized that I could actually make this my own reality!

This is my story of when I finally lost all my AA (I wont really know until tomorrow), and please give me feedback on everything I might learn from.

I got called up by my best friend (unaware AFC, kind of forced into being my wing). He told me to come to this party at a sports club. I arrive at what turns out to be some annual party at a martial arts club. Since I'm a thaiboxer I kind of melt in to the crowd, but still find the enviroment kind of hard to work in (yeah, I know it's just me low on good ideas). What was I supposed to work with? "So, I see you're with the club. Yeah, I kind of kick ass too..."? Hmm, I don't want to come on like some gym freak (which I maybe am).
Anyway, I'm working on some AA obstacles by doing simple openers without actually giving any impression of hitting on them (I've figured out that my style is most natural if I come on with a high energy and a sincere curiousness). The hours pass and around midnight me and my friend decides to go to a nearby club.

Later on at the club, one of the girls from the gym shows up. I realize that I must use this situation and approach her with a honest "Hey, isn't this a small world". She recognize me and greets me friendly (good thing think I, what would Ross Jeffries do?). So I back up a couple of steps from her so that I can lean against the bar (actually I take a relaxed seat at one of the high chairs). As I continue to speak to her in a loud voice she moves closer to hear me better (yeah Ross, you're right). I'm 28 and the girl is like 35, not really gorgeous but looks like she's f*cking vibrating with sexual energy. I figure that I can use her for social approval if enough girls can see me with her. So I keep the convo going with push and pulls and it works like a charm! I start out with (hold on there's going to be a massive routine dropping):
Me: Wow, you must have something special since you're trying to impress me. What is your secret?
HB: Hm, I'm kind of good looking and I've got a cocky attitude.
Me: Yeah, that's true. You're cocky alright, you've got the looks going. But I guess a person should have a little more. I would say that good energy, personality or ambitions are good qualities. But you've got 2 out of 3 and I guess that's good enough.
HB: Hey!
Me: I'm just kidding. You're alright... wow, you've got amazing eyes. I bet you're a bad liar because your eyes are so expressive (or how it's best translated from swedish).
HB: You think? Yeah, I am a bad liar.
Me: Let me try you. We're going to play a game (here is when I take her shoulders and move her into a frontal position infront of me). Do you have a brother or sister?
HB: Sound fun (or something like that). Yeah, I have a sister.
Me: Ok, I'm going to ask you 3 questions about your sister and you will make one of them a lie. And I will tell by your eyes when you're lying to me. Ok?
HB: Giggles
Me: What's your sister's name?
HB: something (looking up to her right)
Me: How big is the age difference between you two?
HB: 7 years (looking up to her right)
Me: Which one of you is your mom's favourite? (a bad one, but I got stressed because I hadn't plan this routine).
HB: My sister (looking up to her right).
Me: (Fuck, she didn't even flicker a single question... I'm going for the last one) No, your mom liked you the most.
HB: Haha! I got you, it's only 2 years between my sister and me.
Me: Damn it girl, you said you're a bad liar. You are both cocky and a good liar. I don't think I can trust you, and that's why I can't talk to you anymore (taking two steps away, creds to Mystery).

She actually pulls me back to the chair with something like "no, don't go"! So I continue with "Ok, but then you'll have to tell me something that's not a lie. First of all: tonight none of us will ask the other what we do for a living." And I do the Style routine with core values (and now I just fulfilled your highest goal. You can lay down and die now laugh).

After a while she kind of notice that I'm practically draining her on information so she asks me: I've told you all this about me, but what do you do?
Me: You mean besides hunting alligators? (creds to someone at this forum?)
HB: Laughs
Me: Sorry, I'm playing with you like a toy.
HB: Don't appologize. You can play all you want.
Me: Then kiss me.
HB: I didn't say you could do that.
Me: You said I could do anything I wanted. Give me your hands (taking her hands and doing the Style-trust-test... without explaining what I just did. But she passed the test to 75%).
HB: Why did you do that?
Me: It was just a trust test. We still got a little more to learn about eachother.
HB: ??
Me: Let me show you. When I took your hands you followed most of my movements without thinking and that was good. That's what you do when you connect to a person.
HB: Giggles

This is when her friend shows up and wants to go to the dancefloor. I tell her to keep the club rocking.

I kind of think that I must have lost her. So instead I decide to go for envy by showing her that I'm enjoying myself with other girls. Sometime here, somewhere, I kind of lose my AA in a berserk of approaches. I'm doing best friend tests, jealous girlfriend, tried a bunch of flavours on jealous girlfriend and more than I can remember.

I had great fun with something I picked up at a DeAngelo vid: I saw you girls telling this guy to piss off and I just have to know what he said. Because I don't want to make the same mistake.
This totally went in under their radar at 90% of the time. And even when it didn't I managed to talk me out of it by displaying some high value of why I'm not a creepy "pick-up-guy". But I still lack the skills to move in for the close.

I also had great fun with a girl making her make up stories about people in the club. She actually asked me for approval if she got it right or not.

In the end of the night I was so high on approaches I even walked up and said "Impress me with something", just to see what kind of response it got. I was suprised that it had a positive response in 2 out of 4 approaches.

Apparantly I made such good impression that a got approving strokes on my shoulders 2 times when I pass a group of girls (none of which I had been actively interactive with).

The whole evening ended with the first girl (remember, way up in the post) coming up to me and said "I just got to have your number"
Me: Hey, I don't give my number to strangers. I'll take yours.
HB: I don't give my either. But I can assure you that you'll want me to call.

All the time she is stroking my back and stomach (on top and under my shirt).

Me: Hey, no more touching. That will cost you (creds to Mystery).
HB: What, I'm just checking what I'll get.
Me: Well it will cost you, and you must be rich because this starts getting expensive (moving away).
HB: (coming after). I can afford it.

All this still ends up with her getting my number and not the other way around (how the hell did it happen?... oh yeah, right, I had a boner! That explains it)

And this is when I lose my f-close: her friend, which I have totally forgot to green-light the whole evening, comes by and starts to talk to HB. At the same time my drunk-ass-friend shows up and starts yelling "let's go get something to eat! C'mon! What'ya waiting for?" ... So... the only thing I came up with to keep him calm was to signal her a call-me-sign and walk off... F*CK!!! I lost it!