Hey how we all doing? While the following FR is not mine it is one of my students Konica who joined me on a trip to Lethbridge and I think can give some people a wicked perspective. So with no further ado

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called...


Lethbridge was my first out of town trip with fellow PUAs. I didn't really sleep the night before. I didn't even pack my shit to get ready.

My cellphone vibrates to life. Fuck, I overslept. By a lot.


Saint: "FINALLY you answer the goddamn phone. I was starting to get worried. I mean, what the hell man? Whatever. I'll be there pretty quick so I hope you're ready"
K: *sitting up in bed - rubbing forehead* "Uh, yeah. I uh. Sure. call me when you're close"
K: *scrambling to pack clothing and get ready*


I throw together some wrinkled clothes. The doorbell rings. I scramble to the front, and hop in the car. I'm quiet. After about 30 minutes of driving The Saint turns to look at me.


Saint: "You are the most boring road buddy I've ever had. What the fuck man? Do you talk at all?"
K: *defensive* "Hey. No. I mean yeah. I guess. Fuck, I dunno man, I just have nothing to say. I'm relaxing in your car. Sorry."
Saint: "Nothing to say? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. What do you mean you have nothing to say? JUST TALK! Jesus K, and you wonder why girls are a challenge for you. You can't even talk to another guy in a car."


After a bit more of this, I start to loosen up. Right about the time I'm getting relaxed, we notice the fuel gauge hitting empty. SHIT. We're in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, gas light on, driving against the wind. Both of us being near-sighted and without glasses makes looking for a gas station sign a bit of a cluster-fuck too. Panic ensues. We get immensely lucky though, and pull up to huskey station in short time, the last one for the next 60 KM. The rest of the trip involves some very, very close calls with the RCMP radar guns and a few ditches.

The Sandman hotel in Lethbridge. Is. A. Fucking. Dump. This place is such a dump, by some twist of fate, it had a denny's built into it, along with a dirty 7-eleven across the street, harboring the less than desirable locals. Now, from a PUA standpoint, we couldn't have had it pan out better. Actually, the lobby was nice - and for any women coming back, there wouldn't be any complaints, but it certainly wasn't a 5 star.

After check-in, we spend the day at The Saint's brothers house. A brand new place on the west end. This was, oddly enough, also a dump, but only because it hadn't been cleaned it what seemed to be forever. Unlike the Sandman hotel, though, there weren't sketchy people hanging around nearby peddling rocks or shitting in the alley. We help his brother clean the place up, so that if more than one of us pulls, we have a contingency extraction point. After cleaning this place looks 5-star.

Macdaddy and Elektro arrive. We get ready to sarge.
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We arrive at Ezzies "Where country Rocks" - and stand in line for about 45 minutes. The Saint and the guy from red-deer get in after they scalp some VIP tickets from a pair of AFCs. It's a cowboy bar - nobody really wants to sarge here, but we all make the best of it.


The first set goes pretty badly, I mean, terrible. A seated 3 set. Three HBs.

K: "Can I ask you guys a -- I mean uh...I have a questi-- I mean. Who lies more, guys or girls?"
*girl coding around the table - "who is this chode?"* They reluctantly answer.
K: *holds out hand* "Stand up -- good. Now spin around, good." *stealing her seat*
HB1 & HB2 & HB3: *laughter*
HB1: "So what, are you doing a survey? This is a weird survey"
K: *panic* "definitely not. I just like to uh, ask these questions..."
HB1: "I see..." *turning away*

I desperately try to save this sinking ship. It's nearly salvaged, after some serious funny-guy effort, but I seal my fate quickly when I try and make her "pinky swear" she'll say hello to me later. Terrible set. Warm up. No problem.
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The second set has me and elektro, standing and facing each other. A really cute HB8 walks by about 7 feet out. We both see her.

Elektro: "She's --" *pivots and turns*
Konica: "She's --" *pivots and turns*

Like two kids with downs chasing a big red ball, we both simultaneously collide - my glasses go flying, and the HB walks by gracefully, leaving myself and elektro to seriously consider our approach technique.
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This third set was very well executed. By now it's crowded. In the last few weeks, I've been practicing doing moving sets. Moving sets are actually really, really easy - provided you have a strong frame and don't convey neediness in any way. Hitting the first person in the group, who I have nick-named a "fast-mover" also really helps.

K: *tapping over an orbiters shoulder to the HB7 walking by*
HB: *stops - looks for who's tapping*
K: *looking her in the eyes* "Real quick - come here"
HB: "yeah?"
K: "You look really lost - like Pinocchio"
HB: *laughter* "am I?" *suggestive look*
K: *neutral face* "I have an intuition about you - but - here let's move where theres less traffic" *motioning for her to follow, we move*
HB: *smile* "Okay, what?"
K: "I think you enjoy being intellectual - don't you. If you could meet anybody in history, who would it be? *pause* I bet you I know"
HB: "I'd meet blah blah blah"
K: "Go figure - I was going to say blah blah (someone of fame known for simmilar reasons)"
HB: "Nooooooo way!"
K: "I bet you're in blah blah schooling field"

This continues for a bit. I hit her with a few more cold reads. Wanting to try an experiment, I try and isolate, but tell HER to find the spot. This was a mistake, I think, but it ended up working out - we end up on a couch.

K: *leaning back, groin exposed* "So besides coming here to cause trouble, what do you do for fun"
HB: "blah blah blah"
K: "If you like that sort of stuff - this will blow your mind. But I don't know if you can handle it.
HB: "I can handle it!!!"
K: *runs the cube*

Her buying temperature is really high now. She's fiddling with her hair and drink, squirming, scratching, and talking a LOT - she won't shut the fuck up.

K: "Has anyone ever told you that you talk WAY too much" *long kiss*

We make out.

HB: "wow I barely know you."
K: "You're talking again" *more making out*
HB: "I should go find my friends" *standing up and walking away*

What the fuck Konica? Are you going to take charge or what?

K: "Sit down"
HB *snapping back to her seat like a soldier*
K: "We're having a pool party tomorrow - give me your number"

She leaves after this with my blessing. I run into her later, and intoduce her to people. It's going spectacular, and wants me to close her, and I could have closed - but decided not to which I regret later.
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The fourth set has me and elektro, again, minding our own business standing and facing each other. Two HB7's walk by.

K: "Hey why do you have so many drinks. Are you an alcoholic?"
HB1: *laughter*
HB2: "Where are you drinks?"
Elektro: "We don't have any - blah blah joke blah blah"
HB1 & HB2: *laughter*
HB1 & HB2 & Elektro: "blah blah blah banter"
HB2: *turns to face me* "Buy us some shots and drinks."
K: *I shoot elektro a quick glance. He looks at me with a grin*
K: *neutral face* "Hey, listen. I don't buy bitches drinks."
Elektro: *erupting in laughter*
HB1: *grinning, she covers her mouth while making the "oooooh snap" noise*
HB2 *look of complete shock*

*split second pause*

HB2: "You're a fucking asshole. F-U-C-K YOU, DICKHEAD" *storms off - her friend trailing behind her, still grinning*
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The fifth set I had very little to do with, but nevertheless, a very important set. The Saint opens up single HB9. This girl is wearing a bright red dress and has a pretty wicked set of facial piercings. I don't really like chicks with shit in their faces, but this was allright. This girl was, HOT.

Cue the obstacle. She ends up in the set with The Saint and the HB9. The Saint's brother also ends up in the set, and starts to occupy the obstacle, a cute, but very irritating asian chick of very sub-standard intelligence.

Saint, trying for a pull - HB9 trying to convince her friend, the obstacle, to let her go with Saint.

Obstacle: *looking at saint's brother, grinning* "YOU'RE MINE"
Saint's bro: "blah blah blah"
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We end the night. The pull fails, by choice mostly. Later, at the house, Saint asks his brother to please "slay a dragon" and close the obstacle, if only out of brotherly love. Wisely, he outright refuses, noting that this asian chick is obviously batshit insane, and no HB9 is worth that, even for a brother. On the way back to the hotel, I decide to punish myself and offer to slay the dragon for him - since I was too much of a wuss to close myself, why not, right?

The plan was, at least, to meet the two girls at the hotel denny's, I was to isolate the obstacle and take her up to Elektro's and Macdaddy's hotel room where the three of us can keep her busy, and if need be, I can close her.

Sitting across from Saint and HB9 are myself and CA (crazy asian).

*HB9 and Saint making out*
K: *turning to face CA* "I had an intuition when I first met you"
CA: *fascinated* "Oh? telllllll me"
K: "I think you're a hairstylist"
CA: *scorning laugh* "Hellllll no. I'm a fucking student. Man - so there's this party that my ex is having. Fuuuuck. Anyways he's got my booze there. Isn't that right HB9?"
K: "Wow - you talk a lot. Maybe it's this water - look at all the floaties in it"
CA: *embarrassed look* "Do I really? Nobody has told me that before - I must have shitty friends. blah blah blah"
*Cue Saint, trying to finger HB9, albiet tastefully, in the middle of denny's*
HB9: *moan* "oh my gawd you're going to get us kicked out of here"
*cue a butch looking lesbian walking up*

Goddamnit.

K: *turning to intercept* too late
Lesbo: "OH MY GOD!!! HB9! Hows it goin! I haven't seen you in forever - blah blah blah"
HB9: "Yeah blah blah blah"
K: *interrupting* "Hey Lesbo, what the fuck is in this water? It's terrible. Me and CA have been wondering. Any ideas?"
Lesbo:*laughter* "I dunno! It's terrible though, isn't it?"


Lesbo leaves after a few more minutes of banter. I manage to pull CA to the lobby, getting ready to leave, she manages to run back into the restaurant, and, under the CA's assurance, we agree to drive to this "house party" - where hopefully Saint and HB9 can getprivate, and I can get drunk and forget that I haven't slept in about 24 hours.


We pull in to a dilapidated open-air garage. I look at the house. It reminded me of the houses I saw in poor areas of saint Louis. It was a 1960's era shotgun house with a screen door. There's a guy packing a serious set of man-tits, visible from accross the backyard on the porch. Jesus Christ it's a fucking hillbilly party. Myself and the CA go inside. I'm greeted by a potent stink, a filthy floor, rusty pots and pans, and about 50 cans of koakanee, spreado out all over the kitchen, ALL of them partially or completely full. ALL of them have been ashed in.

Hillbilly: "Hey who the fuck aaaarrreeeee?....*pause*...you?"
CA: "He's a friend. He's cool"
K: "Hey buddy I'm..."
Hillbilly: "I'mma call you PINK SHIRT. HAHA YEAH PINK. SHIRT. "
Drunk guy: "Hey! PINK SHIRT IT? IS? YEAH! WOW YOU'RE. LOOK LIKE A LOT OF MONEY! PIIIINK SHIRT. LETS DO SHOTS!!!"
Hillbilly: "Take off your fucking shoes don't get my floor dirty pink shirt please"
K: "No problem buddy - okay lets do some shots, where are the shot glasses?"
Drunk guy: "Dunno - but I have a BETTER IDEA, PINK MAN. EVER DONE A VODKA SHOT BEFORE?"
K: "Yeah man - okay, we need shot glasses, remember?"
Drunk guy: "right" *he pulls out a cereal bowl, and starts pouring vodka - and then drops both on the floor, forgets what hes doing, and wanders off*


I go to put my shoes on, so we can leave. My brand new club shoes are gone. Some fucking idiot has stolen my shoes. I lose it. I start shouting. Hillbilly runs out to the car, where Saint and HB9 have been for the last 10 minutes or so. I hear him shouting in the distance.

"PINK SHIRT IS GETTING ROWDY - SOMEONE STOLE HIS SHOES - BETTER GET IN HERE QUICK!!"

He comes back to the house. He's wearing my shoes. Idiot.

Somewhere in-between here and leaving, I knock over a glass full of used chewing tobacco. It spills all over the floor. The dog gladly laps it up. Another asian fellow, who oddly enough, was the house owner, about 5'2", and very drunk, declares hes "going snowboarding" in 10 minutes - preparing to make the drunken early morning drive, he puts some pop tarts in the busted toaster, which of course, he leaves in the toaster to burn for another 15 minutes.

The hillbilly, who I later discover is also a house resident, asks me to "supervise" a snuggling couple in a bedroom, to "make sure they don't fuck" while he goes to call their significant others on the telephone. Giving up with the phone, he strips naked in the kitchen, in front of a perplexed crowd of onlookers, runs down the hall to where I am standing, jumps onto the bed, and starts to tea-bag the the unsuspecting girl.

Apparently it was his best "alternative solution" to ratting out the eloping couple. Good for him. As well, the only perfectly functioning and properly installed door in the entire house was blown completely out of it's frame by the hillbilly. I never asked for an explanation.

It's now 6am the next day. After another 10 minutes spent arguing with the CA to drive us back to the hotel, we leave. Of course, before we leave, she keys her ex boyfriends car (the hillbilly). She writes something to the effect of "Lots of Love - CA. 403-555-5555" with some dirt on window.

Saint flicks his cigarette cherry onto the hood for dramatic effect, which I affectionately brush off. From the porch, the hillbilly shouts at me.

"Hey - PINK SHIRT! COME BACK ANYTIME!"
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And that, gentlemen, was lethbridge. It was an absolute gong-show. I left out about 9 other sets, many of which went, really, really well. Many details have been left out, and a few side stories are missing entirely, like the next day when the other pua's got tattoos and nipple piercings, as well as the second day of sarging.

But the bottom line is this. I had a massive epiphany on this trip. I proved to myself that I am capable of executing a pickup without help - that I shouldn't be afraid to be myself, alone or in groups, and that pickup is a skill like anything else, which can be mastered with patience and dedication.

I also learned that some of the most valuable experiences in pickup come not directly from a successful close, but from failure, and the intermediate experiences that you don't expect that occur in-between sets. Meet people, go places, do things. The women come with time.

ChowforNow,

the--------------------------------------->Saint

"Whether or not you agree with his harsh, straight to the point mentality, truth be told, he’s the most active/ dedicated / motivating member on this board. He’s routinely getting newbies and current members out sarging, pushing them into sets, given them suggestions and advice, replying to posts more often then anyone else. (Come out Wednesdays and you’ll see what I mean). Also, I have not once heard him making excuses about not going out and pussying out. If anyone else can show me this, I will automatically promote you to any status that you want on this board. (including admin).

Now .. I (and others) .. have tried a more sugar coated / feel good approach to getting guys to come out. Truth be told, it hasn’t worked anywhere close as well. I'm dissappointed that with all the free resources, and the cool guys that we have offering free advice, so few people actually make use of it, go out consistantly, and get better with women, instead of dabbling and keyboard jockeying."

"How did it start?Well, I dont know.I just feel the craving.I see the flesh and it smells fresh.And it's just there for the taking."

"Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me"

"Only see, somehow it always seems that I'm learnin' or something I can never be It dosen't matter to me, 'cause I will always be that pimp I see
in all my fantasies I don't know your fucking name.So what?
Let's.fuck"

"Scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, reenergize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, mind sight through the mind