Great stuff. I've read a few of your posts and your game was tight on this one.

March 29th

Guru hit me up today about gaming a music festival. Apparently his buddy hooked up VIP tickets with a +1. So we went downtown for this hipster music fest.

Before we got there though, we stopped by an art exhibit for some free pancakes and blowouts. I swear, I had never seen so many AFC boyfriends out with their girls in one night. I don't feel like going into detail about every blow out, but we opened a handful of sets. I fulfilled my open quota. We lied to one chick working there about being reporters. We said we were doing a story on the event. She didn't question it and said that she used to be a local reporter. Neato.

I opened a three set who said they were all married and showed me the rings to prove it. I keep making the rookie mistake of not looking for rings off the bat. I'm only 22...chicks my age shouldn't be married. If I woke up tomorrow and realized I was married I would jump off the highest building in the nearest metropolitan area and hope I land on the sharpest object.

There was this extremely hot blonde chick that ended up sitting by us with her friends. The girlfriend was busted, and there was a big biker dude in the mix. I wanted to open, but the Sons of Anarchy mofo sitting next to them got in my head. I was confident he was the bf of the busted chick, but I felt like he was gonna hate on me if I spat game with the other friend. So I decided to finish up my tall glass of limiting beliefs and we head out to meet VP. He decided to tonight off from studying.

When we were outside on the street, a 2 set walked by. I'll let you read VP's side of the story on his next field report, but he ended up number closing. The friend in the set ended up being married too (that was his first target). Guru told her that she is gonna get divorced one day and the chick almost cried. He micro calibrated his way out of it, but he burned that shit to the ground. The chick asked why he would say something like that to someone he just met. He told her "Why not? I'm never going to see you again". Can't argue with that.

Once we got the music festival, it became evident that beta boyfriends were running amok everywhere. We got some more blowouts. I was talking to this one hot blonde chick. She shit tested the fuck out of me. She was hating on my music choices and the fact that I didn't know who her gay hipster bands were. I told her I love Justin Bieber (I try to work Bieber into nearly every approach...it works guys trust me). She said she was going to have to stop talking to me. I told her cool. Whether you talk to me or not makes no difference. 2 of her hipster homies rolled up. One of them was being pretty physical with her. I immediately started talking to the dudes and ignored the chick. Whenever AMOGs roll up, I address them straight up. I'll usually try to get on their side and diss the chick in whichever way possible. The guy said that some chick wanted him to take his shirt off for a free beer. I told the guy fuck it where's she at? I'll take off how ever much she wants for a free drink. The chick said "Oh yeah?" with a smile and unzipped my jacket zipper. I wasn't sure if she wanted the tip or if hipster homie was giving her the grungy dick. Either way, it was starting to get weird so I bounced.

I spotted this lone chick who was getting food. I told Guru I was going to open with "Bring me to your boyfriend...I want to meet him". I was expected every damn chick to be taken at that point. I was actually going to tell her that, but she started walking into the crowd.

I spotted a pretty good looking chick sitting down with a dude at a table near me. She gave me what looked like an IOI when I walked by, so I said fuck it and opened them. Homie she was with was straight up gay...so I didn't take him as a threat. I built some rapport and told them they should come with us to a nearby bar. She wasn't 21, but I got the phone number.

We bounced to the bar. The bar was pretty dead, but me and VP got our minimum of 3 social opens out of the way. I think he number closed a chick too. Guru was in set with some chick on the patio. We wanted to take full advantage of the night, and there was no game to be had there. I rolled up to Guru and told him that I needed some empty makeouts to pump up my low self esteem. The chick he was talking to laughed. I should have tried to rob Guru. Next time.

We got to our usual stomping ground (the college bars) and had a drink. I noticed a chick sitting a few seats across from us. She was wearing a white shirt and had a lot of make up on. I happened to look up at the ceiling and there was a picture of Michael Jackson wearing a fucking identical shirt. He looked like a chick too. I told the homie next to me that his friend looked like this picture of Michael Jackson above us. He didn't laugh. My amazing value that was being offered went to waste on a dude with no sense of humor...what a shame.

There was a 3 set sitting down and I crashed them out. I sat at their table (there was one open seat) and asked what I had missed. I told them that it sounded like they were having an interesting conversation and I wanted in. They turned out to be boring and we left to hit the bars with game.

The bar we usually hit up had a huge line. We ended up meeting Smith in line and he was down to chill with us. I remembered that I had sour skittles in my pocket and started munching on them (I hadn't eaten all day and Sour Skittles sounded like a good candy to induce state). I noticed that the chick I got the phone number from at the music festival was walking by. I pointed at her and told her to come over. She was surprised and I gave her a hug. I set up a coffee date with her for Sunday. Before she left, I told her to give me three kisses. Her first instinct was to go for the mouth. That works. So I madeout with her in line and she left. Jones and VP were admiring my swagger. We still had to wait in line though. I went back to munching sour skittles and riding my wave of state. I spotted a hot chick by the street who was by herself chilling. She caught my eye and I gave her the come hither. She walked over to me. I asked her if she liked sour skittles. Her eyes lit up. She said she loved skittles. I told her I would give her some and she started making color demands. I told her I would hook her up with 4 of her favorite color skittles but she had to do something for me. She said that she would give me her phone number. I told her that was okay, but I needed a little more. I'll sweeten the deal and give you one bonus skittle if you kiss me. She agreed. I handed her the Skittles but asked how I would know she wasn't going to just steal my skittles. You better believed I hung onto her hand before Skittles were exchanged. She said she would give me the kiss first. So we madeout for a bit and I handed her the Skittles. She wanted to exchange phone numbers but my phone was dead. She got out her phone and had me put my name in it. While I was doing this, I turned to the guys behind me and told them "What can I say...chicks love Skittles. Taste the rainbow".

Now I know what you guys are probably thinking. Bro why did you give up almost half a bag of sour skittles for some chick on the street? Sometimes you gotta crack a few eggs to make an omelette, and I wanted to outgame VP. So I saved my name as Skittles in the chick's phone and she left. VP was feeling pretty outdone at this point and I think Smith appreciated my game. They just watched me makeout with 2 chicks on the street while holding my place in line. It probably was all within 15 minutes. VP wasn't about to quit though.

Once we got inside he did his best to pull. We got a few blowouts and some cheek kisses. As we were leaving, I saw a chick walking by eye fuck me. When I get an IOI this strong, I assume that I'm already in...I just have to not fuck it up. So I immediately hug her and ask who she is. I dance with her for a little bit until the music randomly cuts out. The DJ looked like he was 10 years old btw...literally. They ask where we are going and we tell them the country bar. My chick grabs my hand and we head to the country bar. They start complaining about their feet hurting in their heels. So me and VP pick each girl up and carry them to the bar. As we have them in our arms, we are having them give random people hi fives. My chick asks why we are doing it and I tell her because adventure.

Once we get to the country bar, the chicks say they want to ride the mechanical bull. We get in line for that, but me and VP are not feeling the chicks anymore. I grab my chick and make out with her in front of VP, so he knows that his game is weak. It sealed another night of getting a k-close hat trick. We ended up telling the chicks we had to find our friend.

We gamed some other girls around the bar. I didn't want VP to beat me. I spotted him at a table with a set that Smith just blew out with. There's two blondes, and he's talking to one of them. I rolled up and opened the unoccupied friend. I told her that VP was a child molester (not really...obviously). She asked if I was and I told her I like Justin Bieber. So I built some of that Justin Bieber rapport and had her get my number because my phone was dead.

I got separated from VP after that, but I gave him a call before I headed home. Supposedly he said that he got 3 k closes after I lost him. He did say that they were just pecks though. I don't think he would lie, but I couldn't confirm this. I also don't know how hot they were. We agreed to call it a tie for the night.

Takeaways
I'm the shit. I told VP that I will give him a discount when he takes my future bootcamp
Check for wedding rings off the bat. A ring on the left hand is not worth my effort
Chicks love Sour Skittles. I think a bag of sour skittles is just as good a wingman as Valleyplaya
If you fuckers start using my Sour Skittles method, at least give me credit for it

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Game doesn't exist.

March 30th

So me and Guru went back to that music festival today. It seemed like there were more people, but there was still a fucking abundance of boyfriends. When I first got there, I was being a little bitch about approaching too. You would think that a hippie music festival would be the perfect venue for game, but approaching didn't feel right. It seemed like every lame ass scrub brought his hot hipster gf to the concert. I was starting to develop a stigma towards approaching there. It would only get reinforced later on.

VP hit us up saying that he was taking a break from studying. We tried to get him into the venue, but front gate security couldn't be fooled. I felt like I needed to set some goals for myself to pull me into approaching. I asked VP what his ultimate phone number record was in a day. He believed that it was 20. I'm not sure how he accomplished that shit...but there's no way all 20 of those chicks were hot. Regardless though, I agreed to try to beat him.

So I went back into the venue and started going to work. I did a lot of situational openers. I developed a little routine where I would ask whose playing while walking by and start conversation that way. It was hard for me to hook anything. Guru started chatting up these two chicks sitting down. I kind of rolled into the set and hung back. He was definitely able to hook the set, because his ability to story-tell is on point.

I gotta get better at this...even if I have to make up stories. Obviously chicks aren't going to suck your dick just because you are a regular J.R.R. Tolkien, but it is a great way to bring value when cold approaching. It is something I have been thinking about working on lately. Mystery came out with a great video recently about the importance of storytelling and being able to captivate. Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngPB-JNn7vU

It is a lengthy video, but I'll tell you what I took from it. Basically Mystery and his boy Discovery acknowledge that gambits and DHV routines were never invented as a way to attract the girl. They were just tools to warm up the set, and to get you to practice being a high status male. It helps with your ability to story-tell and captivate with what you are actually passionate about. Once you have the ability to captivate you can attract.

Anyway, Guru number closed the set and we bounced. I don't really feel like going in detail about all the sets I opened, because to be honest, they were pretty much all dead sets with boyfriends somewhere in the picture. There was one particular blowout that stuck with me though. There was a hot chick waiting around the restroom by herself. In hindsight, I should have realized that this approach was a trap. I opened the chick and asked her who was playing. She said she wasn't sure. We made a little small talk, and without me showing any hint of direct interest yet, she stopped me saying that she was with someone and that her fiance got her the tickets. I played off the plausible deniability factor saying I was just trying to be social. I didn't roll out of the set yet, because I wanted to stick to my guns about it being a purely social approach at that point. Her fiance walked up from the bathroom and immediately looked at me like I had the intention of pulling his girlfriend at any second and fucking her in the restroom he just returned from. I engaged him immediately and asked "Do you know whose playing right now?". He said the name of the band in a flat tone. I asked him "Are they any good?". He said "You can hear them right now". Touche insecure AFC. That was pretty witty. As Guru would say, "Enjoy your 60% chance of divorce".

That approach pushed me back in my head a little bit. I wondered what I would have done if I was the AFC fiance. His hostility made sense. That dude acknowledged that I was a threat...as he fucking should.

We went around and collected more blowouts. I had no idea how I was going to get 20 numbers. I managed to get 3 numbers from the festival in a few hours. I had to grind for those measly 3 numbers though...harder than ever before.

After the festival, we decided to meet up on Mill. I felt a lot more comfortable being back on the usual stomping ground. I met up with Smith at bar number one. Still no K-closes for that guy yet...I'm gonna make it happen one day. This was only the second or third time I had gamed Mill with Guru. Night game in the college bars isn't his scene. I don't blame him, but I'm too young to not run the sloppy college game. We opened up a few sets, and I started offering the random hi fives. The chicks were not feeling the hi fives and I got a couple of straight blank walk bys. So I went up to the next chick and pulled one of my favorite moves when I'm feeling butthurt. I offered the hi five with excitement. The chick sheepishly went for it. Before she made contact I dodged the hand, turned my head, and kept walking.

Guru wanted out of that scene, so we went to my favorite spot off the strip. It has a cool SPAM, but there is rarely any good sets (because 90% of girls don't like cool things and if they do they are ugly) (JK) (But for real though). Guru was able to get one number close there. He did it in a pretty tactical way too. The first chick was fucking dead on arrival. He probed her for information about her hot friend though. The chick thought he was weird for asking...but Guru didn't give a fuck what she thought. She wasn't even his target. He was able to have her tell him that they both got really drunk the night before. Guru told her "Perfect that's all I need". I wasn't exactly sure where he was going with it at that point. He found the hotter friend though, and opened her. He said "Don't you remember me from last night? You were really wasted". The girl believed it without hesitation. Not bad. Sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty to get what you need to set up a warm approach.

We decided to go back to the main strip. When we were driving there, we spotted VP holding hands with some chick. It was the chick we met on the street the night before. He was bragging about getting it in with her, but I did not dig the chick's face. It was dark when I first saw her, and when the street lights illuminated that shit it was nothing to be proud of. I wasn't even mad that the chick wasn't attractive to me or that VP was stroking his ego with it, but the chick had a bitchy face. VP was pretty amped when we stopped to talk to them, and I could tell he really wanted to game. We went back and forth about where to go, and VP's chick eventually chimed in and was like "Well I'm going to this bar". Me and Guru busted out laughing. VP should have left her on the curb right there and mobbed with us but he's all about building that rotation of pussy...at any cost.

We ended up at the country bar. I don't care for country, but I do what I must to game. Guru was able to number close another chick. She was being a drunk white girl. He put up with the shit though and got to the soft chewy center. I hope he bangs her.

I saw this one chick on the dance floor that I had seen at that bar before. I thought she was giving me IOI's but I wasn't sure. The limiting belief that held me back from approaching was that I saw her there before with some big bouncer boyfriend. Maybe it wasn't even a boyfriend. Idk. I need to stop giving a fuck though. I didn't open her, but I did see a chick that I thought I recognized. I thought it was the sour skittles chick from the other night. The girl denied it, and I made her go through her outgoing call history to see if she had called me. It turned out to not actually be her, but I gamed her anyway. We danced and I had her get my phone number because my phone was dead again. This is another tactic that I have been toying around with. I know that the community always says to get the number so you can control the outcome. I've always done that but the girls will still flake. I think I'm going to experiment with building rapport and then giving them my number. If they are actually interested they will text me.

I tried the french goodbye when I left, but she wasn't down for the makeout. She did end up texting me that night though and I'm going to set up a day 2 with her.

VP wanted to hit up one of his regulars...Splits (he calls her splits because of her gymnastic approach to sex). She was on the other side of town, and hammered. I could hear a guy in the background when VP was talking to her. I told VP that she was probably going to get dicked by some random bro. There was nothing in it for me to drive over there, and probably nothing in it for VP either. He said he would spot me 20 bucks and hook up his place if I pull. I agreed.

We pull up to the apartment and Splits stops answering VP's phone calls. Thing aren't looking good. I pulled up a little further and spotted some chick making out with some dude in front of the complex. This wasn't even my girl, and my stomach dropped a little bit. Fuuuuuuuck. It was Splits.

VP got out of the car and called her name. She stopped sucking the dudes face and turned to VP. It looked like 2 dudes pulled Splits and her friend. All I could see was that VP waited for Splits to get off the guys lap, and he shook Splits's girlfriend's hand. I felt awkward watching it go down from the car. VP was able to drag Splits into the car and I took them back to VP's place. I didn't say a word to that chick. I told VP my last thread of respect for him was gone. He said he wasn't going to makeout with her. I tried to get VP to say that he fucked a different chick earlier that day in front of Splits, but he avoided admitting it.

VP literally will do anything to get that supply of pussy. Gah I'm going to have to replace him with this new wing...http://tinyurl.com/mnlok77

Takeaways
Do whatever you can to turn a cold approach into a warm approach. Don't expect things to go perfect if you don't put in pre-approach work.
Experiment with giving girls my phone number
Get better at story telling
Be unashamed about escalation. If you get LMR, use VP's get naked method

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Game doesn't exist.

March 31st

So I had a day 2 tonight with the girl that I met at the music festival. I also briefly madeout with her when I was in line for the bar the other night. VP let me use his pad again, so I pretended I lived there. This is pretty much my only option for pulling at this point until I move out.

The day 2 was pretty routine. We met up at a coffee place (she's not 21 yet so I can't take her to any bars). I'm still being quiet and too safe on day 2's. I ask boring questions and give boring answers. I'm not sure of how I can break out of that. I did work on my eye contact, and I do feel like it helps to lock that shit in.

I was able to get her to bounce back to "my" place pretty easily. We were talking about movies and nothing else was open, so I suggested we go back to VP's apartment to watch SuperBad.

Once I got there, I was a little nervous because I had to get the key from him before she got there. I was able to do that. I got turned around looking for the room again. I passed it and had to back track. I told her something like oops I was too busy texting and I passed my room. I think she was suspicious because she asked me later how long I had lived there for.

Once we got in there I went to turn on Superbad. She pulled a fucking audible on me though and suggested we watch Limitless instead. Fuck. We ended up actually watching the movie for a little while. I tried to keep conversation going as much as possible so that she would break concentration. VP was in the lobby studying, and I didn't want to drag the whole thing out longer than I had to. I promised VP I would try to pull.

I couldn't make the move though. The longer I waited, the harder it was. I should have just fucking gone for the makeout. I was afraid she would think I was just bent on fucking her. The truth is I kind of was though. She wasn't that hot, and she wasn't that interesting. She was nice though, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She was worried her car was going to get towed, and she said she had to go at 11. Long story short I couldn't bring myself to jump her bones, and we agreed to finish the movie another night.

VP was disappointed. I was disappointed. She might have been disappointed. I told VP I had to game something to feel better about myself. We went to Old Town first, but there was no game there. We got our social opens out of the way and ended up talking to these drunk homies outside. We agreed to hit the strip club. The last ditch effort of desperation. We had to pay 10 bucks just for cover.

So I found myself at a strip club, at 2 am, on a Sunday night. I let that shit sting. I want to remember tonight and how it feels to not get laid.

Takeaways
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I have to go for what I want and not care what the chick ultimately thinks about me. They have flaked up to this point regardless.
Playing it safe does not fucking work for me. It is time to be overly aggressive just in the name of experimentation.
I want to a tight enough rotation so that I don't have to spend my Sunday night at a dirty strip club.
If I ask a girl on a date, I don't want to be friends. I already have friends. I'm 22 years old. I want to fuck as soon as possible. If she wants a relationship out of it than she can vie for it.

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Game doesn't exist.

Awesome vulnerable post. These are the moments where your game goes up. Trust me I've been there. Not making the move makes you feel horrible. Rejection is better than regret.

March 3rd

Had a day 3 with Shakira last night (she was the one that I stole from VP awhile back). Things went well. I pulled her back to VP's pad and threw on Pineapple Express. After about 15 minutes I just went for the makeout and things escalated from there. It felt good correcting the mistakes I had previously made of not going for it. ABC. Always be closing.

After that we went out for some Wednesday night game. It was a little dead, but ended up picking up. I brought my wingman, sour skittles. None of the chicks accepting my sour skittles, but sour skittles did a great job of opening sets. Sour Skittles is completely outcome independent and exudes sugary sour value. I did happen to run into the bartender that I would impregnate. She was guest bartending, and I noticed that she stuck around to drink when she got off. I knew I had to approach.

So I went up to her and she recognized me. I made boring ass small talk (a bad habit of mine when I become outcome dependent). It seems like she has a playful nature, but I don't think there were any IOI's to be had. I offered a sour skittle and she declined. She probably thinks I have autism or something. Anywhom, I told her that she should give me her number. At first she said no, and I was like come on you know you want to. There was sloppy game to be had, and I know it was because I had already put her on an incredibly high pedestal. I ended up getting the number, and texted her that night. No response. Well at least I went for it.

I took the # close as another stepping stone to unbecoming a lil bitch nugget.

We got to this other bar that was pretty dead. Long story short VP opened some stuck up blonde bitch and got punched in the chest by her roided out douche bag boyfriend. I had a bad feeling that it was a bait set when VP went in. I saw a group of guys mean mugging the fuck out of him the entire time. I had a bad feeling about it. He blew out immediately with the chicks. They didn't even acknowledge him as a human being (this happens a lot to VP...probably because he's more machine now than man). No harm was done, they clearly weren't interested in what VP had to offer. Drunk AFC boyfriend walked over and asked if we were doing okay...which was weird because he seemed really angry and didn't break eye contact. That's when he punched VP in the chest. I wasn't sure what to do. It was a strange way to go about things. The only thing I can compare it to is when an older brother punches his sibling as hard as he can on the arm because the younger brother hurt his feelings. It's not an attack meant to kill...but it is loaded with emotional butthurt nevertheless. VP put his beer down and was like "what the fuck just happened?". There was not enough time to switch into a fighting mentality. A security guard ended up walking us out the back door.

VP ended up beating himself up over not fighting back. I guess he was ingrained with that paternal advice to always fight back. Me on the other hand...yeah I wouldn't have punched that dude back. The dude was big and I am not big. Fighting him physically would have been tactically unsound. I think the guy punched VP in the chest to bait VP into hitting him back. I guess in the guy's mind that would have made it a fair fight because otherwise he would have had to completely cold clock VP over virtually nothing.

That little scuffle was a little bit of a wake up call. You can go against social conditioning and disregard limiting beliefs, but that doesn't mean there still isn't real danger in the world. I am a little surprised something like this hadn't happened yet to be honest. VP does some pretty ballsy approaches.

I've been in one confrontation before, but it was broken up pretty quick. This happened before I started logging field reports but basically a platonic guy friend got mad that I was spitting game with his chick friend. I think I asked him if he had dibs or something after he got mad. He said he didn't and I basically told him to fuck off then. I don't understand white knight behavior. You are either fucking the chick you are with or you are not. If you are not, then stay out of my business. The only guys that get mad or take shit personally are the ones that have never gamed before. I actually look forward to the day when I'm with a chick and some guys try to game her. I'll convert those dudes into more wingmen I go out with. I am confident enough in my own game that I won't worry about getting robbed...and if I do somehow get my girl stolen, then I want to roll with those dudes because they clearly have more game than me.

I also had another talk with Yoda. I talked to him about long term relationships and settling down with one girl. I also told him how rejection and confrontation still get to me on a personal level. He told me about something most PUA's disregard...chemistry. There are so many specific ingredients that swirl around in the pot that is sexual chemistry. No matter how much NLP you learn or how many routines you memorize, there are physical traits about you that will turn some girls on and repel other girls. On a biological level, girls will have a type of guy they are drawn towards. I remembered how VP was talking about how much he loved one of his long term girlfriends. He told me that he still looks for girls that share her characteristics. Girls do the same thing. They might fuck you because you remind them of the guy that they pined for in middle school. At the end of the day, all you can do is play the numbers, jam your foot the door (this is where classic PUA techniques come in handy), and see if you have natural chemistry with a girl.

In other news, me and VP are going to game out in the Hollywood area tomorrow night. It's gonna be real.

Takeaways
If you intend on doing any approaches that could be considered risky, roll with big guys if you can. Me and VP avoid mixed sets, but last night shows that you can still get drunk guys angry over nothing.
Remember that natural chemistry is something that can't be faked. Don't get hung up over girls that you don't connect with.
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Game doesn't exist.

April 7th

Just got back from Los Angeles.

Overall pros of the trip:
I pulled and made VP look like a straight up AFC.
It was scenic....I guess.
It was nice to get out of AZ.
I proved to myself that I can game anywhere.

Cons:
I think I got strep throat.
I spent way too much fucking money and I got a $60 parking ticket.
LA had very few good sets. All of the busier venues have fat cover charges and long lines.

Anyway, I'll summarize the trip.
We drove from AZ to LA on Friday afternoon. Ended up getting to our hostel in Hollywood around 9pm I think. The hostel was cool because we instantly met dudes from all around the world who were out to have a good time. We met an Aussie dude who was a natural as far as game goes. Just an older dude going around the U.S. and banging chicks. I talked to him about rock bands in Australia and what the girls are like. He said that the American accent helps and that the girls are pretty laid back. I will definitely add Australia to the places where I want to game. We also met some British dudes who were on a similar mission. They showed us pics of chicks that they had gotten with in Florida. I was actually a little jealous. Having a British accent is probably the biggest DHV a guy can have in America.

We all started drinking and I got pretty damn buzzed which his highly irregular of me. I was as drunk as VP on any given weekday. We got on the party bus and headed to the first club. Nothing beats that pre-going out excitement and not knowing what the night will hold. Unfortunately, we would find out that it wouldn't hold much.

We got to the first bar and it was dead. I could have gamed a cemetery and gotten better results. I guess we got there too early by LA standards (it was midnight) because Aussie homie would later tell us that it got packed later on in the night. I regret us leaving when we did. We did our best with what we had in front of us. I remember seeing a group of people at the bar. It was one foreign dude and two hot chicks with him. I opened the mixed set and talked to homie about where he was from. I don't really remember the entirety of our conversation, but I remember talking about how he was from Turkey. He seemed fairly friendly but the conversation didn't really go anywhere. VP ended up wanting to get the fuck out of there. So we did.

After that we were on our own. This was probably the toughest part of being in LA. We had no idea which clubs to go to. If we were back on our home turf, we always know which clubs will have the greatest probability of having sets. In Hollywood, we were flying blind. We didn't want to drop 40 bucks to get into a club that was dead. (That's another good thing about the places in Arizona. It is hard to find a place that has a cover charge.)

The second bar had 2 sets of 2. VP took one set and I took the other. My go to open was the "I'm not from around these parts...where is a good place to go?" opener. Very safe and indirect. I got the set into a conversation. None of them were particularly hot and they were acting lesbian-ish. I hit the first hook point though...they were comfortable talking with me. The attraction hook point seemed out of reach though and I didn't particularly feel like investing in them to achieve it. I rolled off and saw VP blowing out with a 2 set. After he blew out we went to a few other bars that no sets. We did a few street opens in between that blew out.

Eventually we walked into the bar that Tyler from RSD walks into in this vid https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeE19ueRYa0 (2:50 in). There were probably 2 sets total in there. So we went to work. I think VP started talking to one of the sets at the bar. He blew out with one of them. There was no other game in town, so I went in after him. One of the chicks in the set had a straight up bitchy face. We would later find out that she had a bitchy demeanor to match. She looked like a poor man's Helen Hunt. Here is a picture that is pretty close to what she looked like: http://tinyurl.com/ml9x6ke. The friend digged me though. I'll be honest, she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. She was a pretty average looking girl. I could fuck with it though...at least she wasn't being a bitch. I got her into conversation, and when I knew she was hooked, I went for the kiss. VP stood by and watched. Here's a link to what I looked like http://tinyurl.com/mmq3apg. I got the number and got to work on pulling them back to the hostel. The bitchy friend was doing everything in her power to make sure nobody enjoyed themselves. I did whatever it took to get them to go back with us. I lied and said we had a bunch of alcohol and everyone would be partying at the hostel. We got to the hostel and everyone was asleep. We snuck the chicks into our room (that we shared with some foreign exchange students that would soon hate us). Bitchy friend came up with the great idea of smoking weed inside the room. Again, me and VP were prepared to do whatever it took to facilitate the pull. I pretended to inhale it and passed it to VP. He actually took some deep hits from it. Some Belgian dude woke up and started bitching at us. We apologized but he still wasn't very pleased. I said some shit that made my chick laugh. I covered her mouth with my hand and told her to be quiet. I got some more kisses in for good measure. Bitchy didn't say a word but the pain body was strong. At one point she said she wanted to smoke outside. We tried to get her to stay but she insisted. I decided to leave my chick and go out to accompany her. I did this for two reasons. One, I knew that if I wanted to fool around with my chick that night I had to get the friend to stay on board. Two, the first chick was already hooked. Part of me wanted to pull Bitchy too. VP was getting dominated.

It didn't go anywhere with Bitchy though. We went back inside and Bitchy insisted on getting pizza. So we all took a cab to some pizza shop. Me and VP knew that we were going backwards with the pull. We crossed our fingers that we would somehow pull something out if we slugged it out long enough. Once we got to the pizza shop, I think we went to one more bar. That's where Bitchy met up with her friends. She didn't even attempt to pay for the cab. Ugh I still remember what her face looked like when we stopped and she immediately turned to me to cover the cab fare. VP had already jumped out of the cab. I should have done the same, especially if I had known what the future outcome that was in store. I ended up tossing 2 bucks for the tip and my girl covered the rest. Fuck you Bitchy.

So we were left on the street corner with our dicks in our hands while the set bounced. My girl texted me later apologizing for how the night turned out.

The next day, we went to Santa Monica to daygame. We went to one bar that was pretty cool called Bungalow. Another PUA I know told me it was a good venue. Everything about it was pretty upscale and all the people there looked pretty wealthy. Meanwhile, me and VP were in all black looking like dirty rock stars. We hadn't showered the previous night either...so we were literally dirty. I felt out of place, and it got in my head. I tried to kickstart myself into going beastmode and opening everything but I couldn't do it. We did open a few sets though. We had to get our three social opens a piece. I'm not going to go into too much detail, because VP already summarized what went down in his FR. Anyway, we left that place still feeling stifled when it comes to daygame.

I did make VP tell this old foreign chick that she was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, and then leave right after. That shit was pretty funny. He made me ask this dude standing around if he was a PUA. The guy said he didn't know what a pick up artist was. I explained it to him, and he said he wasn't one. What a dreadfully boring bastard.

That night we pregamed and got hyped watching RSD in field footage. I definitely enjoy the thrill that comes along with gaming new places. That night would still turn out to be pretty slow though. Especially for VP, that poor bastard. I hope he revamps his game after this trip.

We took a cab out to the Sunset Strip. We tried to get into the Viper Room but there was a cover. We asked the bouncer where there were good places to go. This was like the 10th time we had asked that question and he said the same thing. Well what are you guys looking to do?

Well Mr. Bouncer, me and my dude friend here are looking to go out and spend a quiet evening together. We would prefer that it is dead quiet, and that there is not a single woman there. If we are feeling particularly adventurous, we might want to play some darts and play smooth jazz on the jukebox.

WE ARE HERE TO FUCKING GAME BRO. I WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH MULTIPLE DRUNK SUPER MODELS AT THE SAME TIME.

We politely told the bouncer we might come back and walked to this nearby bar/restaurant place and got a table. The waitress thought we were going to order dinner or something. When will these people understand that not a single thing I do is unrelated to game?

I ended up opening a girl across from me. I was getting frustrated, and decided I might as well go aggressive. It was my last night in LA. I hugged her pretty early on in the interaction. She seemed to be vibing with me. I thought I had her hooked, but then she said she had to talk to her friends. She walked over 5 feet away and never returned to our conversation. I still fail to understand why girls cockblock themselves from having an amazing night. Her dude friends were hideous, old, and way more boring than me. I pitied her.

I walked to the other side of the room and opened a 2 set sitting down. VP followed and we split the two girls. If I had known what he was going to do to that set, I would've told him to just go sit in the corner and quietly take notes on my game. I hit the comfort hook point with my girl very early on. She kept telling me how good looking I was and shit. This was interwoven with how she had a boyfriend. I started asking her about her boyfriend and was prepared to see how far I could take the interaction. I'm not completely confident that I could have hooked her completely, but I was on the right track. She was entering good bars to check out in VP's phone (my phone was dead). Then VP felt the need to chug the friend's drink. Gah that uncalibrated motherfucker. I think he gets off on causing girls pain...which is fine but I don't like being associated with it. The chick I was talking to shut down. She erased all the bars she had entered into the phone and gave the phone back. She kept saying she was done talking to us and that we were rude. Once we hit that point of no return, I don't enjoy sticking around. I said peace and walked out of the bar. VP stuck around, either to talk more shit to the chicks or because he had to finish his beer first. I think it was a combo of both.

I told VP he's gotta keep that shit in check. I understand that he has no problem burning sets to the ground, but it makes more sense to do it in a controlled way. Let me kiss the chick with a boyfriend before you start chugging their drinks. I'll teach him the proper art of push/pull.

After that we tried to get into the W, but they wouldn't let us in. We decided to run street game with the remaining time we had. We spotted a group of chicks getting into their car. They saw us walk by. The blonde one getting into driver's side hollered at me saying I was hot or something. I stopped in my tracks, and walked over to her. I deserved to be shot if I didn't try to game her.

She looked like the epitome of a little Cali girl who thinks she is famous. I told her she looked like the rapper chick that Rob Dyrdek kicks around on his showhttp://dopemag.net/wp-content/uploads/2 ... ANEL-2.jpg. She said she gets that all the time and that she is going to become a rapper herself. I did my best not to hate her because she was actually cute in an obnoxious kind of way. VP was spitting game with the girl on the other side of the car. Some other chick popped her head out from the backseat, and started talking to me. So I talked to Miley Cyrus knockoff and she started shit testing me about not being from Texas. I was starting to lose interest in these two, and they were starting to lose interest in me. Then the friend that VP was talking to came over to me. I pretty much said fuck this I'm gonna k-close this chick before I find out she's annoying too and peace out. The girls wanted to exchange instagram info. I guess it made more sense to do that then exchange phone numbers when I was leaving anyway. VP was trying to get the chick that came over to me to drink in the backseat of the car. I would have played along with it, but the wannabe rapper chick kept bitching about having to go home. I knew that it was a long shot that we could ride this set out. So I took a pull from their bottle and made out with the chick VP was talking to. I bet it stung pretty bad because VP still hadn't pulled a single k-close. He was in rare form. After that I just straight up walked away. I heard the blonde chick scold her friend about making out with me.

"Yeah you should never do that" she said in her Cali accent. I laughed.

After that we played more street game. I don't want to go into detail because nothing exceptional happened. At the end of the night, we took a cab back to the hostel.

I called the girl from the previous night and got her to come over. She ended up showing up and I f-closed her on the sofa in the hostel lounge. I told VP I was gonna do it in his bunk and that he could listen if he wanted. I wasn't that ruthless though. I actually felt bad VP didn't pull anything.

The next day we did some more daygame around Santa Monica. We were still stifled, even though we were in an entirely different city where we knew no one. The only thing that happened of any significance was when I was walking through the Bloomingdales store there. I caught some hard IOI's form a cashier chick. She was extremely cute. I made up my mind that I was going to walk up to her and just ask her to marry me. I hesitated though, and lost her. I kicked myself for making that same damn mistake of not obeying the 3 second rule. If you actually want to approach, force yourself to do so. Think about how bad regret stings when you don't take the shot. It is worse than blowing out.

Takeaways
Gaming in other places is fun, but it is crucial that you have some connections once you get there. Know which places to go, how much it is going to cost, and what you have to wear.
I still have inner game issues to tweak. My and VP are especially weak when it comes to daygame.
I proved to myself that I can pull outside of my hometown.

This field report was a little weak in detail because VP summarized most of the trip in field report, and because it was hard for me to remember everything that happened in the past few days. I think if I travel in the future, I'm going to bring a journal to jot down notes about things right after they happen.

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Lol. Ahh, you motherfucker!

Awesome field report. I'd love to game in LA at some point.

April 9th

I had an audition today and did some daygame at the university afterwards. I felt nervous for the audition and definitely stifled. When I finished it, I said fuck this I want to run game now. Game will be nothing compared to having to act for an acting audition.

I got to the campus and hi fived a chick walking through the crosswalk. I caught an IOI beforehand, and she hi fived me back. Sadly, this made up most of my game for the day. I felt like a little bitch. I walked around my usual areas. Compared to LA, there was probably 500% more sets. It was day time, the demographic was right, and the setting was right. Approaching still felt wrong though. Me and VP still choke on daygame. I've done day time approaches. I've gotten phone numbers in grocery stories, on campus, on the street. I still can't do it comfortably though.

Anyway, the actual approaches I did consisted of that lousy hi five when I first got there, and I asked some girl sitting down for the time. Fuckkk.

Whenever I do daygame, I get slammed with limiting beliefs. I'll make up every excuse in the book to save myself from approaching. It still feels unnatural, and I can't coax my brain into diving into it.

I have come to the conclusion that to be a good actor, salesman, PUA, or human being, you have to be the least inhibited in general with your emotions. You have to exercise your will onto the world around you...not the other way around. I was watching a video Tyler put out on warming up https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMZB07y5cnA. One thing he said was that whatever you do, do it on your own terms. Don't be reactive to your environment, make your environment react to you.

I had taken a break from watching RSD videos, and I guess I thought I was above Tyler's stuff at this point. Instead of watching videos on Youtube, I would just hit up VP and go out and game. I have noticed that there are still demons that I carry with me that haven't been exorcised yet. The truth is, I'm still getting killed by AA when I run day. I still haven't let go and been able to express myself fully.

I feel like I need to redefine my mission statement and get my head straight. Guru has been trying to get us comfortable with daygame for awhile now. I logically know that nothing really matters. I tried telling myself that when I was waiting in the audition room, but positive affirmations weren't enough. When I get nervous, I can't beat my mind.

One thing I did learn today (besides that I'm still a lil bitch) is that building an attractive lifestyle is underrated in the community. Verbal game and cold approach gets the bulk of attention. I think these things are not anywhere as important as we think. I sent out a Snapchat with a caption saying I just got back from my audition to my flakes. I got some of them to respond right away when they had been blowing off texts.

This is what I feel game should be. Go out in the world and pursue your passions. Share your life with those around you, and they will naturally become hooked because you are a high value male. I'm not preaching against cold approach. I think the ability to cold approach is invaluable. That being said, the community is obsessed with it. They treat game as becoming the best at cold approach.

The goal of game is to become the highest value male possible. Being your best self will be the thing that distinguishes you from other guys.

Takeaways
I think going out with the sole purpose of pulling is a shallow mission, and women can pick up on this. If you want to pick up attractive women, you have to be oriented towards goals much loftier than that. Put your mission first, and women secondary.

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April 13th

I've been a little behind with posting the past few days. VP has been up on his posts though, and most of his gaming is done with me so the experiences are similar. I've been doing slightly more non-game related activities. I'm trying to find a happy balance because my life has been consumed with pick up.

Thursday night me and VP ended up meeting a bartender friend of mine. You can read about the night in depth on VP's field report http://tinyurl.com/nbhbezu. The dude was pretty wasted, but it turned out that he had become the general manager of one of the big bars in our area. The guy has supposedly slept with 300+ chicks and knows pretty much everyone in the damn city. Definitely a good social connection to have. He wanted me and VP to promote his club for him, and we agreed. I'm meeting him Tuesday with another promoter friend of mine.

After hanging out with people in the night life industry, I definitely got a grasp on how powerful social value is. Cold approach is good because it trains you how to build rapport and emotional connection from scratch. Cold approach is like survival training in the military. They toss you out in the wilderness with nothing but your knowledge and the clothes on your back. You're not gonna survive if you don't figure out how to be a resourceful bastard. It shouldn't be the only way you meet women though...you will burn yourself out. Work equally hard on building that overall high value lifestyle.

Back to summarizing. As I said I met up with a promoter homie to talk business the other day. We were talking at one of the bars I frequent. He said that he had a hot chick friend that was going to meet us and hopefully be a part of the team. I guess she is pretty well connected in the industry as well. She ended up showing up and I recognized her from the night I first met Cap'n RSD. She was the one that I pulled outside to meet Andy Milonakis.

Anyway, she walked up and the first thing she said was "Ew I already got hit on by some creep". I thought to myself shittt, I know that side of the game. I've been that guy before. I kept talking to homie, and ignored her a little bit when she sat down. Eventually, she introduced herself and I shook her hand. I don't know if she remembered me from the other night, and I pretended like I didn't remember her. In hindsight, I probably should have called her out on it. I think I get into the habit of trying not to show hot chicks interest, and "playing it cool". I should probably stomp that shit out because it doesn't work. Bottom line always comes down to doing/saying whatever the fuck you want and not caring what people think.

I didn't game that night. I stayed home and got some sleep for once.

The next night, me and VP went out for the usual shenanigans. I've been trying to do flake control lately. I've been posting high value shit on Snapchat, and some of my flakes have crept out of the woodwork. I got a new car, and you better believe I posted that shit up. I also posted that I just got out of an audition the other day. It's funny how you will see former flakes start to come around when you cram value down their throats. B-but I thought girls like me cuz I'm a nice dude? Lol. Game is game.

I've been trying to get stale flakes out of my texting pipeline. I sent two chicks that I've been trying to get at ultimatum texts. I implemented a simple three strikes rule. I'll make an effort to meet up 3 times. After that I'll basically shoot them a text saying yo meet tomorrow night...last chance. Here is my text convo from one of the chicks (she saved her name in my phone as Deelish)
Me: What time do you get off?
D: Neverrrr lol like later then I work again in the am...take shots for me.
Me: I will. Meet tomorrow night. Last chance or I'm deleting you for life.
D: Guess I'm getting deleted...I'm working on a group project tomorrow night.
Me: I pity you cuz I'm coolest mother fucker you're gonna ever meet. Have a good life chica.
D: lol.

Lol indeed Miss Delicious. Then I pressed delete.

No 20 something year old chick is so busy that she can't free up an hour of her time once a week. I know the "I'm too busy" excuse is almost always bullshit because I've told chicks I don't want to date the same thing. It's the easiest rejection in the book. I'll quote Rollo Tomassi again. If a girl truly wants to fuck you, she will find a way to.

I delete numbers because after 3 tries, I don't want to dedicate an ounce of brain power to pursuing a chick that is apathetic towards me. VP never deletes numbers because he likes to keep the door open for that 1% chance that he can still somehow bang them down the road. I don't delete my flakes off Snapchat, because I will continue to send them pics of cool shit I'm doing. After three strikes though, they are still blacklisted for life. The only rules I follow are my own, and if I tell a chick she's done, then she's done. When it comes to high or low value shit the main thing I think to focus on is doing things on your terms.

So I deleted some flakes, and I had some flakes come around. I was always caught in the ambivalence that came with showing too much interest, or double texting, or replying to quickly. I have simplified the core of my text game. Keep it minimalist, witty, and give them three shots to meet up.

Back to that night. Me and VP opened some sets early on. I decided to give myself more plausible deniability to feel good about approaching anyone. I approached sets with the true intention of networking. Now I meet people and basically sort them into how they can benefit me. I know people that work for modeling agencies, own clubs that need promoting, etc. If the set isn't feeling me, then I would close out with "I'm just trying to network tonight and promote my buddy's club". Most of the sets in the beginning of the night still were pretty damn dead, even with this new approach. I guess they would have preferred I was a horny dude that just wanted some tail. Again, I pity them for being lil bitchez.

As VP reported in his FR, we did crash out a set at one of the slower bars that night. I caught some hard IOI's from one of the chicks. I knew it wasn't a mixed set, because I saw them walking around before with no guys in the group. After she stared me down like that, I knew I could go in with a warm open. I still hesitated though like a bitch. I think I have conditioned myself to expect the worse when rolling into sets on cold approaches. After seeing Smith open a set behind us with zero fear, I decided I had to stop being a coward and I went in. I just asked her if she wanted to dance and she said yes. I knew she was feeling me when her first instinct was to dance face to face. She was pretty buzzed too. I probably could have made out with her right on the approach. We started talking though and she told me that she was going to Europe to act. I told her that I do commercials on the side. She asked what agency I was with and I told her. She told me the name of her agency and said she had a callback Monday. I told her I had a callback too (I really did). It turns out she was auditioning to be the character that tries to seduce my character.

What a fucking world this is.

Anyway, I madeout with her in the club and I didn't remember her name...which she didn't like very much. A rookie mistake but I didn't care...she probably wouldn't even remember the night. Her friend dragged her away and I got her number. Me and VP ended up running into the group at a different bar. Long story short I madeout with her some more there. I texted her that night trying to pull her, but she was not having it. I'll probably text her today and give her the 3 strikes rule. I guess VP ended up going on a date with the friend of my chick the other night. He said he tried to fuck her but she would only blow him. Congrats for VP that nasty lil bitch.

The next day I texted up some flakes. I actually scored a date with the chick that I approached in the Whole Food's parking lot awhile back. I tried to schedule a date with her a long time ago but she flaked. I told her to text me when she wanted to hang out. I said fuck that, 3 strikes rule. So I hit her up and she was down. She's only 18, so I couldn't take her anywhere to drink. She is a senior in high school still, which is pretty neat I guess. I took her to a coffee shop and we walked around after. I had to fist bump some hobo, and the hobo told me to kiss her. Hobos aren't bad wings to be honest...they always are horny bastards. I guess they got that Gunwitch method down. But yeah I just ended up k-closing that chick at the end of the night. I feel like my style is to give one "comfort" date so they know I'm not the 2014 Ted Bundy before I try and close.

Takeaways
Honor the three strikes rule.
Build that high status lifestyle (for yourself...always put your passions/needs first)
Don't underestimate the power of social circle
Always do things on your own terms

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April 15th

Had a day 2 with the cashier I met daygaming on March 13th (pg. 1). I had randomly sent her a text saying that I wanted to hang out a few days ago. She couldn't hang out that night so we rescheduled to today. She called probably 15 minutes before the date suggesting we push it later because she had to go into work. We ended up just meeting at a fast food restaurant after she got off to talk.

We ended up just talking at the restaurant. She's definitely cute, and seems pretty nice. Nothing about her particularly caught my interest though. She turned out to be 18. I thought she was older, because she said she had been to some of the bars I go to. She told me that she knows the bouncers at some of them and they let her in. I wonder if hot chicks realize that the only reason guys are nice to them is to play the slim odds that they can get that V.

It reminds me of the date I went on April 13th with the other 18 year old. We had popped into a bar to use the restrooms in there. When I came out the bouncer was talking to her. This dude was big...like Hulk Hogan status. When I came out of the restroom he knew it looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He told me to have a good night and patted me on the back. I didn't think anything of it because I've played the same game too many times to count. When we got outside, she said that the bouncer was trying to card her (understandable, he did it to me too a few days ago). She told him she wasn't 21 and he said he was gonna have to keep his eye on her then. She said that he was really nice unlike some other bouncers. I said something like "yeah he seemed friendly" but in my head I knew he wanted dat ass. As he should.

Back to cashier chick. The day 2 was just interview style convo until she had to leave. Ugh that shit bores me to tears. I'm only 22, but I still feel like I have absolutely nothing in common with 18 year old chicks. I'm still trying to find a way to make first dates not be so mind numbing. I didn't even kiss this chick goodbye. If I drive out anywhere to meet a girl, I want to at least get a fucking k-close and make it semi worth both of our times. Kissing is like a fun handshake...it don't mean shit. Just ask VP...he's kissed a dude before.

I told her I wasn't sure of somewhere nearby that was still open, but we could find a place or take a walk. She said she had a lot of homework and I ended up hugging her telling her I would text her. Shit was weak.

The only thing that this day 2 accomplished was getting that first date out of the way. I call these follow up dates from pure cold approaches Ted Bundy dates. If nothing else, it separates you in their mind from some guy who asked for her number at work and could be a potential serial killer to at least a reputable acquaintance. Still weak, I know, but I do feel like there's something to be said about that mental shift that takes place. I know that when I was cold approached at work by some chick (BG...before game) even I was like "Who is this thirsty chick? She could be crazy or something".

Again, become a master of cold approaching knowing that it is the worst way to meet women. Worst way...but still necessary.

I've picked up the habit of texting girls the day after the first date just saying "Hey I had a good time last night". I'll do the same for this chick, and try to cultivate dat romantic connection (if there is one).

Oh I also got a text from that Delish chick today. She asked if I was going out tonight. I asked who it was and told her I had a date tonight. (I had deleted her but still had the text message history to figure out who it was). She replied "lol awkward nevermind". I had to stick to my guns about not giving her another chance. 3 strike rule prevails*.

Takeaways
Go into dates with a false time constraint...I've noticed that in all of my dates it is always the chick that ends up saying she has to go. If I'm going to try and pull then I should attempt it...if not then end the date on my terms.

I think some girls are actually pretty busy and truly don't have time to date. (I remember being pretty busy myself when I was going to school and working). Don't always assume girls are just purposefully blowing you off or are getting barraged with other guys dicking them.

*I'd like to get some feedback from any other PUA's that read my field reports on what their policy is with flaky leads. I read that Mark Manson adheres to the 3 strike rule and it seemed reasonable so I ran with it. The flipside to it is that you don't give a fuck about "status" and you chase via text until they tell you to fuck off of they fuck you. I feel like the downside to this is that if you chase you are coming off like a needy little bitch and you don't portray yourself in very high regard. The pro is that you play the 1% chance that she is bored one night and your persistence pays off with her deciding to hit you up for whatever reason.

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April 19th

I've been going out since this Wednesday and I'm going out again tonight. That's 4 nights this week and I have a day 3 planned tomorrow night.

Not much to report Wednesday night. I've been trying to concentrate on networking and promoting the club I'm about to get hired onto versus gaming.

Thursday night me VP and Smith went to Mill Ave and then a house party. That's when the now infamous hallway cockblock occurred. We were walking in the apartment complex down a deserted hall (me VP and Smith). A lone drunk chick came into view. Of course, VP pounced on that shit. He went into his usual RSD Julien inspired style of approach and hugged her. He started making out with her within maybe a minute. Meanwhile me and Smith watched in the hallway. It was almost closing time and I was anxious to get back to Mill to get some last minute game in (I hadn't k-closed anything up to that point).

VP's sets are usually hit and runs. I expected this one to be the same. He kept making out with her though and started rounding third base. I knew the mofo was just showing off at that point. I shouted out something like alright can we go now? The chick snapped out of her drunken slut spell and VP number closed and left.

He was not pleased and he still hasn't forgiven me for it. Apparently he was hellbent on getting a finger bang in that hallway. I felt kindaaaa bad at first, but then was like yeah nah fuck VP. He'll try to rob me at any given opportunity.

I ended up getting to quick k-closes that night when we went back to the bars.

Last night was a shit show. We went out with me, VP, one of our local wings, and a friend of mine. We all ended up drinking a sufficient amount. I didn't game that hard, but got some networking contacts. I did run into a chick that I've been talking to for months. She was drunk at the country bar we went to. I found her talking to some dudes who were apparently new friends.

To give some short background, I met this chick off cold approach right before I started getting into game. She had a boyfriend at the time, but broke up with him. Ever since I've hit her up here and there trying to get at her. I pulled her back to VP's place awhile back, but she wouldn't let me kiss her.

Anyway, I tried to pull her again last night. Actually...everyone in the fucking bar tried to pull her. I grabbed her hand and was trying to pull her out of the bar. One of her "new friends" saw her walking by and pulled her off of me. I'm 99% sure he saw me towing her behind me through the crowd, and I'm also 99% sure he didn't know who I was to her. I was in shock a little bit, especially because this dude looked like a fucking scrub. I tried to wrap my mind around what just happened. I couldn't necessarily go back up and steal her back. I felt like it would come off butthurt and tryhard...especially because this chick has had me friendzoned so far. I didn't have the authority or leverage to play the "I'm actually her boyfriend card". So I found the closest chick I could find and started dancing right next to them. I made sure that the dude didn't make out with her. After that, I found VP. And what do you think he did? He tried to rob me. I think he started dancing with her, I don't quite remember. Everybody in that bar was trying to steal this chick from me...including my own damn wing. I told her that VP was a child rapist and that he molests children for a living. She was laughing and I think a little uncomfortable cuz VP was coming in strong. She kept trying to tell him that she knew him because she assumed that VP had forgot that I was friends with her. VP tried to k-close her like 5 time with the french goodbye but she wouldn't have it. She looked to me like "what is your friend's deal?"

I grabbed her again and went for the pull. I got her out of the bar and she was trying to call her DD to pick her up. I told her to hand me the phone because I was sober. She did and I went through all of the friends she wanted to call to get her. On each dial, I let the phone ring for a couple seconds, and then I hung it up. Oh man...looks like Stacy isn't answering. Neither is your friend Mark. She was definitely smashed, and kept biting my chest. She wouldn't kiss me though. The chick is a damn tease. I told her I would give her a ride home. I was prepared to do whatever it took to pull her, especially because I hadn't pulled anything before running into her that night. She kept saying she had to meet her friends. All of a sudden, her friends found her. Fuckkkk. I knew it was game over.

I told the friends to come to one of the bars that were still open and to get some water. They agreed and I held my chick's hand on the way there. We got water and I met up with VP and the other guys. I was waiting at the bar with my chick when some other drunk chick next to me said I was attractive. I thanked her and I guess it turned out that one of my friends had been talking to her at the previous bar. The new girl saw that I was with Ms. Tease and tried to wing me. She basically told Tease that she should fuck me. All of sudden, it was as if Tease realized that I was trying to get at her. She walked over to her friend and Tease's friend told drunk wing chick that Tease couldn't because she was talking to someone. When I heard that, I was like well...I guess that makes sense. Tease is probably relapsing with her clingy loser boyfriend. So I watched them walk off down the road. Fuck.

I met up with the guys and we tried to play some hail mary street game with whoever was trying to go home after closing time. There were no sets. Eventually, our wing (he goes by consistency on the forum) spotted a mixed set with a chick that was a little isolate from them. The chick wasn't too bad...pretty cute I suppose. Consistency went to work on the set, but after awhile I could tell he ran out of steam. I told VP that I was gonna go in and rob him. I said it half-jokingly, but I knew that Consistency had hit the wall and that I would be able to at least k-close the chick. So I walked into the set. I started talking about the chick's shirt because it was covered in cats. Then VP walked into the set. He came in and said "I like cats" and brought the girl in for the hug of death. Lol fuckkk! I knew it was over. That filthy animal. I stepped back and watched VP spit a few lines and make out with her. I turned to Consistency...and I thought he was gonna cry. I told him to look at it and take it all in...burn it into his memory of what happens when you aren't cutthroat in night game. He wouldn't look though and said he was gonna chew VP out when he finished. I actually felt pretty bad for Consistency...a little bad for myself just because I wanted to get at her too. It was a dick move by VP but at least I expected it. I'm not gonna lie I was probably gonna do the same thing.

Consistency was pretty mad and told VP what he did wasn't cool. VP felt pretty bad and apologized to him. VP winked at me though and I thought the whole thing was pretty funny. The problem was that we hadn't talked to Consistency beforehand about how we don't take night game (or really game in general) very seriously anymore. Any chick you cold approach at a club is fair game unless you explicitly say that she's off limits. I guess our arrangement is a little twisted...you would usually hope that your wingman is the one guy you can trust. Up until this point me and VP agreed to acknowledge the fact that the only person you can truly trust is yourself...and we reinforce that fact by trying to outgame each other. Maybe after last night we will have to amend the rules of fair play...

Anyway, we ended up all crashing at Consistency's place. He accepted VP's apology...but he's definitely not going to forget what happened. Neither am I.

I also would like to mention that one of my favorite leads in my pool of girls is in a relationship now. I had been on one date with her, and she flaked on the second date. After that she was flaky over text. I happened to find her Facebook, and it said she was in a relationship as of the 9th of this month. Gahh I actually got that feeling when your stomach drops a little when you see something you don't want to see. Like when I saw Splits making out with another dude. This is a huge reason why you try to pull as soon as possible. It helps to eliminate the threat of other guys or ex lovers getting in the picture. Maybe if I had been more cutthroat I could have boxed out out the other guy.

Takeaways
The bolder man always wins.
Adding chicks you are trying to get at on Facebook can be beneficial because you can get insight into their personal lives...most importantly their current relationship status.
I'd say most flaking post cold approach is because of social ties you have no idea about going in (ex boyfriends/other guys)
Get girls you want hooked ASAP. Respect Murphy's Law...anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Prepare accordingly.

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Game doesn't exist.

April 22nd
2 Approaches.
1 # Close.

Did a little bit of daygame today. I had to meet some people on campus, so I had a valid reason for going out besides to game.

I met the students (I've already graduated) that I'm going to help out. They needed help with a student film and I went over the script with them. After that, they left and I was left alone in the memorial union (the center of the university where there is restaurants etc). I looked around and noticed that there was some sort of event going on for foreign students. I looked to my right and there was a two set sitting down talking to each other. Like me, they didn't appear to be a part of the meeting. I picked up the vibe that they thought I was attractive as shit (I think this 24/7 though). People were starting to grab chairs from my table, so I offered them my chair and went to a seat right next to the 2 set. I leaned over and asked one of them what was going on. She said she was hoping I knew.

I saw that there was free lemonade and various other refreshments being served. I was like fuck yea free lemonade. I asked the chick if it would be bad if I stole some of their lemonade. She asked me to get her a cup. I said "What if I get in trouble for stealing the lemonade? Fuck it I don't even go here". I got up and got some of that refreshing lemony-lemonade and brought her back a cup.

After that we talked about how the chick was failing out of nursing school for partying too much. I ended up using that thread of conversation as the basis of our relationship. I'm pretty sure one of the RSD guys or some other guru has coined a term for this, but I'm blanking on what it's called. She ended up being 19, and I teased her for having to go to house parties to drink. I asked her if she was going to send me an invite next time she partied, and she said yes. I grabbed the number and left.

I did one more approach after that. I went and sat down at one of the plazas outside the classrooms. I noticed a chick sitting by herself with her laptop. She registered enough as "my type" that I got the desire to approach. I sat there for probably 15 minutes before I made myself approach. I ended up sitting at her table and told her that she looks like the lesbian chick from the Walking Dead series. This was the pic I showed her http://tinyurl.com/l89d5qg. She was giving me very neutral vibes throughout the interaction. I have a good sense by now if a girl is truly feeling me after the initial cold approach. I could tell that this chick was not romantically interested. I was actually pretty nervous in this set, and when I don't get positive feedback off the bat I get pushed into my head. I ended up punching out without attempting to number close.

Takeaways
The next time I find myself in a dead set, I should have more fun with it. Go experimental. Say whatever you want (you should do this anyway) but especially because they already made up their mind that they don't want to fuck you.

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Game doesn't exist.

Sounds like me and med school.