So it begins...

I thought I'd start by writing an introductory post, to paint the broader picture of what I've got to work with.

I'm 20, 6"3, about 12 and a half stone (175 pounds) with a hair colour which is either brown or ginger, depending on who you ask. I, on the other hand, maintain that the exact colour is African Sunset. I like to lift weights and play sports which keeps me in fairly athletic shape, although I'm far from ripped. Overall on the attractiveness scale I'd put myself at about a 7, so even in my pre-game days I did okay with women. I've just finished university in the midlands of England and moved back home to my shitty village in the north west. Prospects are fairly grim here, the average age in my area is probably around 68. Not much talent.

I'd like to think I'm naturally intelligent and funny. I wouldn't put myself in the same category as some people who get into the game. Some people on this very forum, in fact, seem one step away from going mental with a biro and making the 10 o'clock news. I've got a good close circle of friends that I hang out with, although there are often logistical problems because I live 8 miles away and don't have a car. Having said that I think I would definitely benefit from having more women in my life, both as friends and for sex. That's the main reason I got into the game.

I've decided to start this journal mostly to help myself. I think that in writing down my approaches I can analyse where I went wrong and how to improve. If nobody else reads it then so be it. What I will say is that I'll be brutally honest with everything that happens. Often things that I'll write won't show me in a good light, but I won't exclude anything, safe in the anonymity of the internet.

Past lays
Most of the sex I've had happened at university. I couldn't wait to get there. If I was to believe all the American Pie-esque films, which I most certainly did, then my three years of 'studying' would be a non-stop porntastic orgy of drinking and pussy. I went there with the full intention of revelling in excessive intake of cheap alcohol followed by trying to dip my wick in anything with a pair of boobs. Looking back, I suppose thats what I did.

My pulling technique left a lot to be desired. Usually I would get loaded on cheap booze, get into a club, drink more cheap booze, get on the dancefloor, attempt to initiate crotch to ass contact in the form of aggressively grinding bitches and then proceed to eat the face off anyone who accepted it. I would then drag them outside, get a taxi home, try and maintain an erection long enough for me to have sex, and then fall asleep. Using this method I would kiss close at least once on the dancefloor around 50% of the time, but it would never lead anywhere. The girls were usually around 5/10 in attractiveness and were often chubby, if not downright overweight. It actually earned me a reputation, with matching theme song, as somebody that was a bit of a chubby chaser. I call this method of picking up girls 'Fridge Method', which refers to the size and shape of most of the girls I was banging using it.

And this is how it went during most of my time at university. Using Fridge Method I've had sex with 10 girls thus far. The best looking girl was probably around a 7 and the worst was, depressingly, a 3. All of my lays, except one, so far have been one night stands. Invariably when I woke up in the morning I'd be disgusted with myself and would often hide in another room until they left. I think the fact that when I got drunk I only chased after girls of average attractiveness is rooted in confidence issues relating to the fact that I didn't think I was deserving of hotter girls. Well that shit has to change.

Late on in my final year of university I started learning some game. I also pushed my other single roommate, even more hopeless with women than I am, into learning it too. In fact one of the best things PUA-wise to come out of university was that I gained a reliable wingman. I'll affectionately refer to him as The Asian Destroyer (or AD). We started to practice every time we went out, which was usually twice a week. My kiss close rates actually decreased compared to when I was using Fridge Method. It didn't phase me though, because the girls I was kiss closing using my newly learnt game were marginally hotter than before. AD's close rates increased significantly though. Before he started learning game he almost never got laid, or even kissed girls. Now he was kiss closing with increasing regularity.

That's how it went for the rest of the final year of university. We crashed and burned many many times, but failure breeds success. Every rejection is a brick in my castle. We were motivated by our minor successes. I had a lengthy and somewhat flirtatious conversation, that ultimately lead nowhere, with a girl that worked for babestation. AD pulled a girl home, but then encountered last minute resistance and asked her to leave. Sometimes it felt like we were getting nowhere, but we plowed on regardless.

And that brings me up to the present. I feel like I've reached a plateau in my journey. I'm back at home miles from my friends and pickup opportunities are limited. It's not forever though, me and AD are going to work at a popular clubbing destination for the summer. I'm imagining now that its going to be a summer of boobs and blowjobs. It's certainly a place where I can go with ample opportunities to practice my game and have A LOT of one night stands. SUMMER AHOY! I've just got to make it through the next two weeks until we fly out.

Field Report

I awake. My mouth has less moisture than Gandhi's flipflop. I can feel the weight and heat of another person next to me. I was woken up by their snoring. As I open my eyes and turn my head I can see my friend, who we'll call J, next to me with his mouth open, snoring like a chainsaw. God it's annoying. I slap him awake and tell him to shut up. He looks at me, his eyes unfocused and instantly goes back to sleep. He's stopped snoring, but is making a whistling sound when he breathes. I slap him again and leave the room to find some water and recall just what the fuck happened last night.

We started at J's house with four cans each, shooting the shit and cracking jokes. I had to stay at his because I'd cycled there. We left for town. We went to a pub that J told me had karaoke, which I was excited for. I'd been practicing "Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers all day and was eager to impress the ladies with my talent. It turned out they didn't have karaoke. We got into the pub and I was immediately disappointed. There were no targets to speak of and even if they were, the music was too loud for me to do anything. I went to the bar and, for some unknown reason, bought a double whiskey and coke. I don't even like whiskey. We played some pool and left.

Some other guys J knew were in town. We went to another bar to meet up with them. When we got there I was again disappointed. There were four people in there. One was a very drunk Polish person that was trying to chat up the barmaid, another was a small Asian man sat on a couch. There were also two girls on the dancefloor that I was sure were underage. Even if they were of age it wasn't even worth my time approaching them they were so ugly. We posted up at the bar and the barmaid gave me a look that said "rescue me" and nodded at the Polish man. I laughed and asked what the cheapest drink was. The vodka redbulls were 50p each so I ordered four. When I tasted one I realised that they were heavily watered down. The Polish man tried to engage me in conversation. I nodded blandly at what he had to say for about 30 seconds and backturned him to talk to J. Later on two other girls came in, about a 5 and a 6. I was wearing a bright pink polo top and I had decided to use it as an opener. I approached and said "Does this top make me look gay?" to which they said no. I then replied: "Well that's a shame because I'm a raging homosexual." Neither of them laughed and the 5 waved me away. I laughed it off. Later the 5 came up to me and said "If you really are gay-" I cut her off by saying "What?" She tried to say it again but I gave her the backturn. Fuck that shit, not even worth my time. After a few more watered down drinks we left to go to a club.

By this time I was getting a buzz from the alcohol. We got into the club that we usually go to on nights out. It's probably the smallest club ever, but its usually busy and they let you dance on the tables, so I don't mind it. For picking up women its not a good place to go though. The music is too loud and to get to the smoking area you have to leave the club, so not many opportunities to spit some game. After a couple of attempts at talking to women I was getting nowhere. I couldn't hear what they were saying and they couldn't hear what I was saying. I was also fairly drunk by this point, almost to the point of initiating Fridge Method. I decided not to drink any more.

I decided to try to go all caveman on some girls, but they didn't seem to enjoy it. The two times I tried it they pulled eachother away and formed what I like to call a "Fortress of Solitude". I danced with my friends in a circle like a typical chode. I call this the "Circle Jerk" dancing.

Across the dancefloor I saw a girl, 7/10, who I recognised but had never actually spoken to. We made eye contact and there was recognition there, she knew who I was too. She was with some chode guy. I knew it would be so easy to blow him out. Call him my little brother, ruffle his hair, keep talking over him and then give him the backturn. Then take this girl outside, run some attract stuff, create some rapport and go for the close. Whilst all this played out in my head 20 seconds had passed and I knew I'd already lost. I didn't even approach. What a bitch I am. I had a bit of a dance and then went back to J's house and slept off the alcohol ready for the arduous cycle home the next day.

What I learned:
* Stop being a bitch and take your fucking chances
* Don't over think things
* I need to go to a place where the music is not as loud
* Stop drinking so much

So today my time has been split between PC gaming, napping and wanking incessantly. Its added to the growing realisation that my life currently lacks focus and that I need to take some steps towards making this happen. I've decided to set some goals for myself in order to get myself where I want to be in life. Some of these goals will be short term and some more long term. I'll probably add to the list as I go.

Short term goals:
* Get some new clothes for hotter weather before I go to work in Greece for the summer
* Stop wasting my time on bullshit
* Carry on working out and supplementing this with a good diet
* Finish the research article I'm working on so I can get paid
* Reduce my alcohol intake
* Get an STD test, I've had a few one night stands unprotected

Long term goals:
* Move out to a place more conducive to a player lifestyle
* Get a job that I'm happy in
* Increase the amount of hot women I'm sexual with#
* Increase the amount of friends I actively do game with
* Carry on becoming incredibly ripped
* Eventually quit drinking, its unecessary
* Save up enough money to travel the world for a year

I've been feeling motivated today. I think that this is a result of realising and writing down my goals. It means I can consciously work towards achieving these goals. I aim to do something every day to work towards completing these goals, even if its something small and arbitrary like buy some new clothes.

Today I've been working out and maintaining my good diet. I've also been working on my research project. On completion of this project I'll receive £500, which I intend to use clearing my overdraft and having a small 5 day holiday when I first get to Greece, meaning I won't have to look for a job straight away.

I've also been thinking more about what I want to do in life. I did an Geohraphy related degree at university, but I chose this subject a bit too hastily and I'm not sure I'd be happy with a job in this field. Overall I just don't see myself working 9-5 in an office. I'll continue to have a think about what I want to do for a job. I have a lot more time/opportunities than most. Financially I'm a lot better off than most people my age. I have a lot of money from my parents and grandparents tied up in bonds and cash ISAs. When the time is right I intend to use this to put a deposit down on a house and go travelling around the world.

Two areas of my life that I am keen to develop is music and standup comedy. These are areas I figure bring massive value and would also increase my confidence levels. I've written a few jokes which I think are funny, and I also play guitar/keyboard and sing. I want to do a standup comedy class and also take singing lessons with a view to performing on stage. In fact I'm adding that to my list of long term goals:

* Develop comedy routine and perform on stage
* Take singing lessons and join a band and perform on stage

On a more pickup related note I've been wanting to do a bit of day game, but at moment I'm being too much of a bitch to do anything when the opportunities arise. Not that there are any opportunities in my shitty village. I'm going back to my university town next weekend and I'll be reunited with my wingman, AD, so I'll hopefully locate my balls and do something. As I write that I've just realised that I rely on AD and my other friends too much when practicing game. This is something that I need to get out of my head.

I realise that at the moment this journal is probably extremely boring to read, and the title is very misleading. But as I said, this is more for me and my development than anything else. When I get to Greece for the summer (and I realise I'm putting all my eggs in one basket here) I promise there'll be more field reports. In fact with that I'm going to add another goal to my list to complete when I get there:

* Do at least one daygame approach every day

Targets will be plentiful and I'll have my trusty right hand man AD to push me into it, so there should be no excuse.

Whilst I'm in the swing of things there is one thing that I can do to prepare, and that is create a cheat sheet of reliable, proven routines for me to use whilst I'm in-set. I'm adding that to my short term goals:

* Create a reliable cheat sheet of routines

Lets hope I can keep up my levels of motivation.

Field Report

I had a good night last night seeing everyone for probably the last time before I go to Greece for 3 months. It was a last minute sort of thing, J called me up at about 10.30pm saying I should get my ass over to his before me, him and a couple of the other lads go to town. We didn't leave J's house until 1am. I'd decided not to drink too much that night, so I only had 3 pints of vodka coke before we went out and 3 bottles of beer when I was out.

Sometimes I have trouble getting into state when I don't drink much alcohol, but for whatever reason that wasn't the case that night. Having said that I still didn't close during the night. This s something that's bugging me because I haven't closed recently in a club. I had more success that this using Fridge Method, but I'm trying to not let it get to me too much because I guess that's the learning curve.

I was high energy and dancing. I probably looked like a complete prick but I didn't care. When J went out to smoke I went with him, even though I didn't smoke I figured it was the best place to do an approach. I saw two girls (a HB7 and a HB6) standing against the wall talking to some chode. I walked in when they were mid-conversation. I didn't even think of an opener I just walked in and said "Heeeyyy" and was really high energy. HB7 replied positively and I carried on the conversation about whatever shit. I was conscious of my body language and maintained good eye contact and vocal tonality.

At this point some guy that I vaguely knew from college came over and started beat-boxing. I presume he was drunk and I had no idea what to do about this weirdo, it kind of broke my flow a bit. The girl eventually left, clearly weirded out and I was left with this clearly insane chode. I humoured him for a few more seconds and then said I had to go find my friends.

I was a bit annoyed about the HB7 leaving when we were having a good conversation. I saw her inside and she started dancing near my group, which I took as an IOI. I turned my back on her and she started dancing ass to ass. This was again a major IOI. For some reason I blew her off. I think the reason for that was that I was annoyed at her for leaving the conversation and decided to score some points over her. This was something that I'd done before with previous girls which hindered my progress. I have to get that shit out of my head because I definately think I could have closed with that girl.

The other opportunity I had was with a friend of J's, probably a 6.5/10. As J was getting on her friend it was left just me and her dancing. I put my arm round her and she took a photo of us both. At this point I, for some reason, told her I was not going to be her "Profile picture bitch". J asked me not to get with this girl because she was his boss, so I decided to leave it there.

During the night I'd made eye contact with two girls that I went to school with. They both knew who I was, even if I didn't talk to them during my school years. One was a solid HB8, almost pornworthy. I had plenty of opportunities to approach and I took the heavy eye contact as an approach invitation. Again I completely choded out and didn't approach.

Overall the night, at least pickup wise, was again a complete bust. I knew I could have closed with at least one of the girls over the night. But then again as AD always tells me, "if you could have, then why didn't you?". He's exactly right.

What I've learned:
* AGAIN, stop being a fucking bitch and take your chances
* When you're picking up girls, to a certain extent you have to leave your pride at the door
* I'm going to have to locate my balls and use them if I want these field reports to stop being so boring