And me and film school.

I have to say I am loving reading your journey on to the Icy Zen Master.

I read VP's field reports first and this was slightly different. It took a while to adjust. VP's get you pumped after every post. This was much more reflective. Nice in many ways.

You are going for quality not quantity which is great. I can relate.

I think you have done amazing. Especially night gaming without drinking. I don't think I have ever gone out completely sober at night to game. But I'm going to start trying it.

On a side note I am curious. What caliber are the girls you are getting? You mentioned VP would do anything to build out his rotation. So I am assuming he's closing HB 7's and at best 8's while you are going for 8+. There are a couple he mentions such as Splits or Fat Ass. What type of level are we talking...? This is relevant, just so we can see yours/his approaches and see what that is getting results on.

If this was Star Wars VP would be Anakin. Lol, he is gaining the power but is he using it for good. Man is a beast! GOD DAMN ANIMAL! But I like it. Scrap that. I Love it! Whilst you are definitely more Obi Wan. More tactical, more composed.

So if I was to give my two cents. VP looks like he's closing more, but that could be to lower standards. If not, you maybe want to incorporate more of his cutting edge into your game. A part of me feels your smoother style is sometimes lost on these drunk ass college girls. Perhaps gaming a different venue, which has higher quality women. Just a thought, not sure if you have field tested that.

Well anyways, great stuff and keep the posts coming. You have me hooked!

P.S - On another note you and VP go a lot for the kiss close. Perhaps if you invest more time in an interaction this may increase SNL's..? For me a k close is close to irrelevant (except from a HB9/HB10). I think Mystery said in a seminar the venusian arts is not meet to phone number but meet to sex (or words to that effect). Basically I am just trying to refocus you guys. The goal is a sustained sexual relationship with a girl. k close, # close are great but not the be all and end all.

But keep enjoying your shizzle. I am enjoying living vicariously through you!

Thanks.

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Then you'll be successful!

Field reports:
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Thanks for reading homie. I always appreciate feedback and I'm always open to discussing different ways of gaming.

VP's girls aren't bad. My girls aren't bad. I'm not a fan of the 10 point rating system because it is very subjective and it puts women on pedestals. I try not to use to much Mystery Method terms and jargon because it is a little to gamey for me. I feel like a nerd saying "that chick was a HB7".

I'll be straight forward though and admit that we aren't pulling super models every night. Me and VP have agreed that we want to continue to game hotter and hotter chicks. Hot chicks don't necessarily mean good chicks though. I'm looking for well rounded girls that actually interest me.

As you noted, my style and VP's style are definitely different. He looks up a lot to RSD Julien and a guy named Chase Amante. I draw more from guys like Mark Manson and RSD Todd. VP loves the flashy chaos of night gaming. I personally feel that you can accomplish a lot more day gaming.

I'll admit, some of my posts are probably pretty boring. I'm okay with that though, because the main reason I put out field reports is so that I can make adjustments in my social interactions and continue to improve. I will also say that I am indeed less cutthroat than VP. I'm not against going in cutthroat, but I also believe in preserving personal value and being congruent. It is a double edged sword, and I think me and him are still trying to fine tune it to perfection.

Don't live vicariously through us though! Go out and game yourself. I'd like to read some field reports of your own and offer feedback.

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I've read through your whole journal and I'm really enjoying it. Subscribing and looking forward to further updates.

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"Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes." - Oscar Wilde

April 24th
1 approach
1 K-close (not a new girl)

Went out for some Wednesday night game last night. Probably was a mistake.

Me VP and my other promoter friend (I'll call him Raymond) went out to the bar where we promote on Fridays. We bought a bottle of rum and killed it between the three of us before getting there.

As soon as we stepped out of the car, VP was fucking FRESHMAN YEAR SORORITY CHICK WASTED. I knew that fucker was past the point of no return. Raymond was buzzed too, but he was more the type of buzzed where you tell people things they should never know.

We got to the bar and it was a little dead. Some good sets, but most were mixed. I don't think VP had the mental capacity to zone in on sets though, he just wanted to drink more. I did my best to curb his alcohol intake because I knew he was already past the sweet spot of how much to drink. Any additional drink would only hurt his game. I was able to get him to drink a thing of water, but then he got another beer. Fuckkk I knew I was gonna have to do more babysitting than gaming.

I don't remember opening many sets at that bar...which was probably good. I don't like burning sets down in the bar I promote.

We bounced to this other bar that is pretty upscale. It has more of a dance club vibe, and it was pretty packed. VP was opening everything...and it was a fucking shit show. He would do his usual approach technique which consists of the hi five to the suffocating hug to the attempted make out. Most of the sets were two sets, and after he had one of them locked up with the bear hug he would point to me and say "this is my friend". He was giving me the invite to come in and take on the second chick but I could tell every set thought he was a fucking lunatic. I remember a few of them saying stuff like "Okay...let go of me now".

It was a bad look. This is the thing with VP everyone (I know he's gonna read this himself as well)...his game has no middle ground. He usually blows out hard or he closes a sloppy makeout. When he is drunk it is even more polarizing...in the bad way. There is not a single shade of sophistication involved.

Anyway, we were gaming in the middle of the dance floor. I do remember us rolling up on a particular 2 set. VP was trying to game the friend but I guess she had a boyfriend. I was talking to the friend. There was a another dude creeping on the outskirts, who I thought was a platonic friend. My chick told me that he was a creeper that they had been trying to lose. I laughed and told her let's escape him. I grabbed her hand and pulled them through the crowd. We got to the end and the dude had cut us off. This dude was hardcore creepin. I danced with the chick for a little bit and VP shook his head no indicating that his girl was indeed not down.

We left that set and I ran into the chick that I madeout with awhile back when I first gamed with Cap'n RSD. She was with a friend of hers. Of course, VP rolled into the set and executed his suffocating hug game on my chick. He did his piss poor winging attempt of telling the chick that I wanted to dance with her or makeout with her or some shit. I walked up to the set and told her not to listen to him...he's drunk. I asked what he said and she said that he was saying that I wanted to dance with her. She asked me why I don't fight my own battles or something. I brushed that shit off and did my best to contain VP's crazy train of piss poor game. I don't really remember what I said to her, but I small talked a little and held her waist. She wasn't giving me any strong IOI's, but I didn't get the sense that she was disinterested. Other guys were walking by and trying to get at her, and she was politely denying them. When I see this shit my natural instinct is to not show much interest in her myself. So that's what I did. I turned to VP and asked where we should go next. He went back to the same set that we were dancing with before and danced with the friend that blew him out. He grabbed me and wanted me to dance with the original friend that I pulled from creeper guy earlier. I thought it was stupid, but I guess it was a DHV to the chick I madeout with previously.

That ended up going nowhere (obviously). We bounced around and VP kept trying to game the cocktail waitresses that were working there. That poor drunk bastard. I didn't step on his game...but I also didn't want to be associated with it. My promoter friend had some homies that had a table, and we went over there. I guess the mutual friend was tripping over us being there because he didn't know us, and it didn't help that VP opened his fiance. I don't think he tried the bear hug on her though...thankfully.

We went out to the patio and decided we were going to go back to bar number 1. I met up with the chick that I madeout with before (I should probably give her an alias...I'll call her Sally). I told Sally I was going to leave, and held her waist. We got into more small talk and she started giving me shit for being young again (I'm 22 and I think she is closer to 30). She said she had a sister my age and asked if I wanted to be introduced to her. I asked what color hair she had and she said blonde. I told her I prefer brunettes (Sally is a brunette) and I asked if her hair color was natural. She laughed and we went back and forth for a little. I ended up telling her that I had to go, and I could sense that she slightly disappointed. When you are getting shit tested a lot, its subtle signs that you have to pick up on to know she is actually interested. I ended up closing out with the french goodbye to further gauge her receptiveness (she has been flaking on my texts lately too). She did go for the peck on the lips on the third pass...so I will still consider her a lead.

After that we left and went back to bar 1. VP opened some chick in front of the club who was talking on the phone. He brought her in with the hug and tried to just straight up make out with her. She kept dodging his mouth while trying to talk to whoever was on the other line. It was bad. Definitely an approach that will be left out of the highlight reel. He still hasn't been slapped though which is surprising. He has been socked in the shoulder though.

Takeaways
There is a difference between being persistent and being harassing. If I had last night on film, it would be an instructional video on how to be harassing and get blown out.

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Lol. Yeah, I do not remember ANY of this. Fuck rum!

Yeah homie. No more hard liquor for you.

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April 25th
Several approaches
2 K-closes (1 new 1 repeat)

So I'm writing the past two field reports in retrospect. I'm getting behind in typing up the summaries because literally all I've been doing is gaming and sleeping. It's a little unhealthy. I also felt compelled to release the other vantage point to VP's field reports because his FR's are starting to sound like they are written by Based God http://thehiphopupdate.com/wp-content/u ... _21291.jpg.

So Friday night was my first promoting gig. I had to get to the bar a littler earlier to make sure everything ran smoothly, and to get as many people as possible to show up. It was pretty dead in the beginning of the night, but it picked up. One of the chick's I madeout with on St. Patties Day showed up and brought her friends. I'll call her Melinda. I started talking to Melinda outside on the patio. She definitely likes me and was trying to get me to admit that I didn't invite her out to just help promote the bar. Meanwhile, VP rolls in. Welp here we go. Time to put 15 seconds on the clock and watch him blow out with my girl. I paid half attention to that shit and started talking to Guru. I gave VP a full uninterrupted opportunity to try and "rob me". Guru said if it were him he would've slapped that fool. I knew I wouldn't have to...VP was gonna slap himself with his foolishness. He went for the hug o death and she was not having it. He handed his phone to her and for a half a second I thought he number closed her. Then she handed back the phone and the contact was blank. She didn't fill out a damn thing. After that I boxed him out and didn't even address what had just happened. I think he walked off saying something about me being his grandson or something. That dude is weird.

We all agreed to bounce around to the other bars for a bit and I figured I would try to recruit more people to come to my bar. I was going to half network half game. VP blew out a few street sets on the way there and we ended up getting separated. So it was me and Guru running night game. We hit up one club and there didn't appear to be too many sets. We were about to leave when I saw a cute little brunette with whiskers painted on her face walking by. I opened her with a hi five and asked why she was pretending to be a cat. She said she was promoting and I told her I was too. I shot the shit with her for a little bit and got her Facebook info. I've been trying to build up my Facebook presence so I can't promote more on social media. I hugged her and she said she had to go. I figured I would re open. Sure enough I caught her inside. I grabbed her hand and told her I should get her number. She gave me the number and I either k-closed with telling her to give me a goodbye kiss or doing the french goodbye. I don't remember.

After that me and Guru went to the country bar. It looked popping. Right when we walked in we started talking to a drunk ass 3 set. One of the chicks was dancing like a lil fool. Guru started to chat her up and k-closed her within 5 minutes or so. I started talking to one of the other chicks and she started giving me shit for being younger than her. I think she said she was 27. I told her that was funny, because the last girl I dated was 27. I got her number and I still haven't texted her. My interest level is probably at 5%, but I might use it as a throwaway lead. I'm gonna ask her which psychic pokemon was her favorite tomorrow (the only correct answer is Alakazam)



Anywhom, the drunk friend was trying to run drunk white girl game on me and Guru. She slurred "you (pointing to Guru) are really cool, and you (pointing to me) are super hot". I think she tried to get us to makeout or some gay shit and Guru was like okay we are going now. The chick was butthurt. We opened a few more sets and bounced out to another club. When we got to that club, we didn't go in because there was a cover. I don't believe in that shit so we decided to go back to my bar. I had 5 free drink tickets to give out, so I figured I might as well try to recruit on the way. We found a group of chicks celebrating a bachelorette party. I tried to get them to come to my bar and offered them the drink tickets (I had zero intention of gaming any of them). The main blonde chick that was about to get married kept giving me shit. First she said that because she had boobs she could get in anywhere for free (I told her the bar they were trying to go to had cover). I said fair enough. I told her I could get her and all of her friends drinks and that my place was popping. She insisted on letting it known that she was your stereotypical hot blonde type and said that she can get free drinks anywhere. That's when guru stepped in and said that he was glad he wasn't marrying her. One of the friends laughed and blondie's demeanor did a 180 when the validation ran out. She said "Okay goodbye now" as if we had to be on our best behavior to keep her attention. I doubled over from laughter as we walked away.

We got back to my bar and we found VP chilling on the patio drinking by himself. He thought we ditched him but I had texted him before telling him where we were going. He was mad that I had gotten a k-close and he hadn't. I felt bad for him...I remember when he had game. We got back inside and the place had picked up, which was good. Melinda was still on the patio as well. Me and Guru told her about that bitchy blonde. Guru pretended to be her and said that she's gonna wake up the next morning with a dick in her mouth asking who it belongs to.

Melinda said that her song was on, and I took her to dance. VP was inside frantically trying to score a makeout. He spotted me holding hands with Melinda and swooped in for the second failed robbery attempt. AGAIN I let that shit unfold. He tried to put his arms around her but she wasn't feeling it. One of my other friends (the dude that blew up the air mattress for VP when we pulled awhile back) was there and tried to facilitate that shit for VP. He took VP's arm and placed around Melinda. Both of my so called friends were trying to bone over my game! I let VP blow out again and then pulled her back with me. After that grinding and making out ensued. The GM of the bar (Shelly...the dude who pecked VP that one night) saw me going to town. I'd like to think he admired my game.

Takeaways
Don't be afraid to put someone in their place if it is deserved. I was offering that chick free drinks in the exchange that she simply shows up to my bar and she was being stuck up. If you facilitate that sense of entitlement that society reinforces towards those types of women, you are being a chode.

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April 26th
# Close and F-Close

I slept in the next day until like 3pm. I woke up and VP had texted me that he was daygaming with Guru. I got ready and went out for some real game when the sun is still up.

I got there and Guru/VP had just got done scoping out the mall. They said not much game was to be had there. We walked around a bit. I spotted a super hot chick walking out of her apartment with some guy. When we got closer, she recognized Guru and said hi. It turned out it was one of Guru's ex flames. I started lecturing VP about how he has never banged a chick that hot. I can't say I have either yet, and I am humble enough to admit it. I have been trying to tell VP that his gaming methods are not going to land him a woman of that caliber. He loves doing the flashly RSD Julien night approaches, but he doesn't have the calibration to make it work (in my opinion). Plus, night game is not my preferred arena to game. Period. I've said this before and I'll say it again, I would much rather pull a "9" during the day without any bullshit and then take her out to the clubs at night. VP would rather makeout with a bunch of average chicks in under 60 seconds at night. I would rather pick up dimepieces during the day and have a handful of them that I invest in. Would you rather fuck a thousand 7's once a piece or fuck a handful of solid 10's consistently? I don't know about y'all...but I gravitate towards option number 2. One night stands with average drunk girls is low status.

Anyway, after our debate about quality versus quantity and maintaining value, VP bounced out without opening any sets. He got ready for his precious night game where he can wrap himself up in his cozy blanket of booze, sluts, and fatass chick.

Me and Guru went on gaming. We hit up the mall again. I saw a chick shopping by herself in one of the clothing stores. I walked up next to her and asked her which dress would look best on me. She suggested the pink one. I bantered on a little more but she wouldn't hook so we bounced out. We went to a mini bar in the center of the food court. Guru started running game on the girls next to him as well as the waitress. Guru is able to hook sets in way that is under the radar. If I was someone on the outside looking in, I would never suspect that he was running cold approach. It's more like he is a social guy that hooks women by being interesting. This is what game is to me, not hugging as many drunk sluts as possible and hoping a few stick. To each his own I guess. The chick he was talking to wrote her name and number on a napkin and handed it to him before she left. I knew that Guru was probably not going to number close her himself because he wanted to maintain value with the waitress who was way hotter. The fact that the chick next to him left the number on her own accord played out nicely in his favor.

After that Guru got some food and I went to run some solo game around the mall. I was walking upstairs when I heard some chick behind me say "hey you!". I turned around and saw two young girls pointing at me. I asked what and one of them handed their phone to me and said they wanted a picture. I said sure and figured they wanted me to take a picture of them together. They said no, they wanted to take a picture with me. I asked why...I'm not a celebrity or anything. They said something about me looking like one and I admitted that I'm the brown haired guy from One Direction. They took the picture and I told them they better tag me in it. I got their instagram and they said they were in high school. I knew as soon as I saw them that they were too young to be gamed. They ended up running into me later that day and gave me a hug. They introduced me to their little high school guy friend and the dude had a look on his face like "who the fuck is this dude" and I had a look on my face like "Sorry bro but I got that Disney Channel swagger". They asked where I go to school and I told them that I graduated college. It dawned on them that they were acting like the jailbait they are.

So I walked around the mall some more knowing that I'm Johnny Depp to high school girls. I got stopped by one of the chicks at the kiosks. She asked if I had a minute and I said fuck yeah adventure. Try to sell me your hand lotion girl. She went into her little saleswoman spiel but I knew she grabbed me for a reason because her coworker scolded her about selling guys. She commented on my wristbands and told me how they sell them at the mall (note to self: I gotta buy some more of them. H&M bracelets are too mainstream). We bantered back and forth (sorry if I'm vague about my actual convo game...I never recall much of what I say). I ended up getting her Facebook because she doesn't have a cell phone. I told her to give me a hug goodbye and a goodbye kiss. I wanted a daytime k-close...I don't think I have pulled one off yet. She said no to the kiss and I told her I was just kidding. She offered a hi five and I dodged it and walked off. She asked me what my name was and I told her she would find out when she checked Facebook. I'm talking to her now actually as I type this.

After that it was time for night game. Me VP and Consistency went to our usual gaming ground. We popped by the haunted bar for a little, because Guru was out with the girl from earlier that day. I like the scene their a lot more than the main strip. You can actually here yourself talk and there is room to walk around. Consistency and VP were itching to go back to the obnoxious main strip. Begrudgingly, I obliged. VP opened a set outside before we left. I was going to wing him until he pretended to have a stutter and started talking about how much he loved meth. He stayed in set longer than usual to prove that investing doesn't work, but he didn't prove shit because he still went in like a lunatic. Anyway he blew out and we got to the other club. I was pretty irritated and didn't even feel like opening. You can't get a drink without wading through a sea of drunk bastards. I watched VP and Consistency blow out a few sets. VP ended up making out with this lil busted chick in front of his precious Fatass. He went back and forth without them knowing. He was getting off knowing that the girls were sharing spit. I think that dude has deep seated emotional issues.

After that we went to the country bar. I got a text from Melinda saying that she wanted to fuck. I showed VP and asked if I should do it. He almost had a heart attack that I was on the fence about it. I told him I wasn't gonna do it and that I was going to just try to get some sleep instead. He said he would never talk to me again if I didn't fuck her that night. I agreed that I would do it just to make him happy.

So we mobbed into the country bar and went to work. I saw VP makeout with some other nasty little regular who was sufficiently smashed. I was scoping around when I noticed that this dude with a baseball cap was eyeing me. The first two looks I figured were circumstantial. After the 7th time I caught him staring, I knew that he either wanted to kill me or fuck me. I saw a 3 set sitting down in front of me and I sat down with them and told them I needed some advice. I asked what I should do about the dude who was staring at me. They saw him and said that it definitely looked like he wanted to fuck me. They also said he looked nasty. Then VP rolled up and sat down with us. I heard one of the chicks say "like this guy". Noooooo. I'm sorry VP. I think VP said the chicks talked shit about me too but I didn't hear it. After that I went upstairs and noticed baseball cap homie was following me. I posted up for a second and sure enough he came up right next to me. It was awkward as fuck. I felt compelled to say something.
Me: Yo. Whats up man?
Gay Baseball Cap homie: Hey.
Me: What's your name?
GBCH: Edward (I don't remember what it was).
Me: Cool nice to meet you. (I broke eye contact and went back to looking downstairs)
GBCH: Can I get your phone number?

I thought to myself fuck this gay dude has no game. Now I know what it feels like to be a girl.

Me: I'm actually trying to find my girlfriend. Nice to meet you tho...

I bounced the fuck out of there. I walked downstairs to find GBCH talking to VP. Oh no. NOOOOO. I knew what VP was doing that mother of all fucks. Sure enough I get a text from an unknown number.

GBCH: Sorry if I'm bothering you. I think you are cute.
Me: Yo sorry homie but I'm not gay.
GBCH: Oh ok sorry.

I walked over to VP pretty mad. I asked him what the fuck. He said "No listen. He is a really nice dude. I just said that you are shy and that you like coffee dates. I gave him your number and said that he should get to know you". That dirty bitch.

We bounced out and I gave VP a ride to facilitate his pull with one of his regulars. We ended up driving next to these two chicks in a car in the lane beside us. I caught IOI's and VP rolled down his window. I did my best to maintain speed as he tried to get the chicks to stop at the gas station coming up. They were asking which one when a different car got in the way. I told VP to abandon the instant pull and close out the phone number. I sped back up and the chick ended up shouting her phone number to VP. Fuck yeah. First drive by number close.

After that we picked up VP's regular and her friend. Me and VP were arguing in the front seat about game most of the ride while the two chicks in the back talked to each other. The friend of the regular was actually not that bad, and in hindsight I probably should have tried to enable some strategy to game her from the driver's seat. If you think about it, me and VP will go out on the street and grind trying to get girls to stop and talk to us off cold approach. If you have a chick in the backseat of your car, you have already bypassed the hardest part of game. I think I still have mental blocks when it comes to when and where to game. The correct way to think about game is that it can take place anytime and anywhere.

I dropped VP off and tossed him a condom because he was out. I wasn't going to give it to him but I didn't want that filthy bastard giving that poor girl Syphilis. I had to stop at a circle K and ask this obese cashier that I wanted to buy condoms at 4am. She asked which one (there was a wall with different kinds). I thought to myself holy fuck I don't care I just need some plastic to put on my dick so this Melinda chick doesn't give me a life altering disease.

I bought the condoms and drove out to Melinda's place and banged.

Takeaways
VP's best instance of winging to this day was when a gay dude wanted my D.

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Chick was good, but don't let this shit fool you guys. I've banged chicks just as hot and others who were less "outwardly hot" or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but, as I learned from a good military buddy of mine: "You can never [fully] judge a girl till you've seen her naked." Chick right here--yeah, her face was game, her titties were game (with a bra); take that shit off and see what she has to offer. I game most girls I see who are good. Why? Because you never know what kinda heat they're packing beneath those clothes. You guys wanna see real game? Check out the REAL thread: game-seven-nights-a-week-vt174285.html. Not Enso pussy shit!

Hahahahahahaha. I'm just playing. I love Enso, but, SERIOUSLY...check out my thread if you want a lesson in TRUE game. No desperation.

COMPLETELY anti-abundance! (Especially considering since you haven't banged out a fucking dimepiece yet, you goddamn bitch! Lol.) You're anti Jmac--and he's gamier than ANY motherfucker. Consistency and Smith are my new wings.

Any readers--this is why Enso fucks himself. He has the ability to pull. Goddamn, he does! But he selects to be choosy on some fucking pseudo-psychology, faux-Darwin, female bullshit and dismiss girls who aren't bad in the slightest. Gah, he chooses to rely more on pseudo-psychologist wannabes than motherfucking REAL future doctors/bright dudes. Shaking my head, brahs. Shaking my head. My game = can't go wrong, because I love all you dudes and wouldn't steer you down the wrong path. G be g.

I haven't read the full post, but I'm going to have to agree with VP on this one. I go with a binary system of 1-0, 1=would bang, 0=would not bang. Even then my binary system usually leans to 1. I like all the girls I get, some might not be 9s or 10s, but even if they are 7s fuck I love that. I just love girls in general, and VP has a good point when he says you don't know a girl until you've seen her naked. There is always something about a girl that is beautiful, be it her tits, ass, legs, or just her back when you're fucking her doggystyle. Maybe it's even her fucking personality. A chick I'm seeing right now is, in old terms, a solid 7.5, and she and I have incredible chemistry which is quite insane actually. I love everything about her, her cute face, her incredible legs, her tits, her body, her skin, her smell, and finally I love her pussy, damn everything turns me on. She's no 10 and that's absolutely fine.

I've madeout with chicks that are 6s, fucked a 5 once, I don't give a shit. Reference experiences are what matters. Getting the practice is what matters truly.

This was my 2 cents on the subject.

Ignore all these validation whores Enso. Mark Manson and I have your back.

The difference between you and VP is that VP hates women because he's been burned. We've all been burned but you have to evolve out of that place of hate.

I'll know when VP evolves into the next stage of seduction when he stops having to refer to himself as a god. A true god doesn't have to say he's a god.

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April 28th

I went to Barnes and Noble today and read a book I bought awhile ago called "The Greatest Salesman in the World". I've been trying to make daygame more natural feeling by actually having a reason to be there other than gaming. I read a few chapters and kept my eyes peeled for any cuties scoping out books. I didn't see any. I was about to leave when a girl in a pink shirt walked by. She registered as a yes on the approach-o-meter. I closed up my book and went to find her. I pretended to browse books as I inched towards her locale.

Then the AA kicked in. Fuck she probably feels like I did when I noticed that gay dude closing in on me the other night. She's gonna know I stopped reading my book to come hit on her and that I'm pretending to browse books. Fuck make the pretend browsing more convincing. I picked up a biography on Frederick Nietzsche that happened to be in front of me and thumbed the pages. Great a conversation starter! She's browsing the Christian section. Make a joke about how I'm reading Nietzsche and she still believes in Christianity...she will surely laugh at my wit. Fuck what if she has never read Nietzche? What if she is a hardcore Christian? We will never be compatible. She looked like a sorority girl, but not the most popular one. She didn't have on too much makeup and her eyes looked tired. I liked that. She got on her cell phone and asked her friend which book it was she had to get. I tried looking for any IOI's. Any faint sign that would give me the green light to approach. Of course, it didn't come. I told myself that if she was interested in me, she would pay me some sign of attention. If she was invested as I was in making this spontaneous encounter happen, she would throw me a sign. Then I remembered what Delaware chick told me when I talked about how I approached her. She said that if I hadn't gone up to her, she would've had to just admire from a far.

I stood there pretending to now give a fuck about the books I was pretending to look at as she walked out the door. I missed my shot. Do I chase her in the parking lot? It has worked before. I let her walk though and felt the sting of never knowing the outcome.

I know guys say you can never kill AA but I still feel like I'm getting beat by it. I think I'm going to have to institute a new rule.

Takeaways
I am losing the battle to AA. To overcome it I am adopting a new rule. When I see a chick that registers as a yes, stop and look at her head to toe. Ask myself if I would feel a twinge of disappointment if I never saw her again. If the answer is yes, approach and accept the worst possible consequences.

As a man, I have no choice but to be the pursuer...initially.

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Game doesn't exist.