| Hey, this is my first ever field report. Background: I'm 16 turning 17 in two months, have been in the game for six months since I was given The Game by my brother-in-law. I have had success and have been trying to nitpick the skills I find work the best.
Taking what I have learned and internalized from constant social pressure and pickup related activity I have put myself under and practiced, I set about trying to get the girl attracted to me. This girl, HB8, had a bitch/slut shield of massive proportions. She talked about her hatred of people and the varying states of bitchiness of her “friends” which she reported to have none, save HB7, my friend's target. Meanwhile my friend and HB7 flirted and obviously had a previous chemistry that filled the space somewhat. But HB7 was cordial and entertained by my cartoonish antics. Meanwhile, HB8 had varying reactions of mock disgust, judgmental-ness, and laughter. We continued talking for a while, fortunately just the four of us. Sitting down, led by HB7, my friend and HB8 followed by me last; he continued the antics, as I sought to get under the skin of HB8. My friend, as I predicted he would, took care of the obligatory questions: where are you from, what school etc. I was saved from the monotony. I began to ask questions that penetrated deeper. Not sexually. Hahaha, anyhow. I talked about her. I used I-statements and feelings. She said she hated talking about feelings. I asked about her texting and teased her about her hypocritical reactions and opinions. I used the patented Samflynn Non-Pressure Qualifier (NPQ) by asking a question that tests the comfort I have and the answer only builds that. A no is negated by a simply Ok, as are “It’s complicated,” or “It’s a long story.” Also, it removes the pressure from being forced to respond and shows compassion and care. She responded to it. She told me of the boys she had been with, how much sex she had had, and the hurtful relationship with the “love of her life” Whateverhisface. I challenged her on many of these but always used an Ok to lighten the social pressure so its her decision to talk and not mine. She was tired and sad, or so she said. She laid down and didn’t talk for long whiles while I contemplated her intentions, thoughts and my next move. She said she came because HB7 told her and it wasn’t her choice. Unsure of the nature of this, whether it was a backhanded insult or some invented nonsense, I continued unheeded. Somewhat.
Later on, we charged the water without HB8 and HB7. My friend managed to retrieve HB7 and bring her down. HB8 stayed. I don’t know what it was I felt. It wasn’t quite nerves. I did follow the three second rule, though not consciously. I just told my friend to stay behind and walked out of the lake and onto the sandy embankment. I knew my game plan, just not the specifics. Whether I was galvanized by Tony or simply saw my opportunity, I can’t recall my thoughts before and during my walk out of the water. Either way, I know, while I was anxious over breaking rapport by SOI-ing HB8, I knew if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten what I want. I walked up, her pale body lying in the covered sunlight, eyes closed. I waited a moment, thinking. I said something, I’m not sure what, some small talk I’m sure. “Why aren’t you in the water.” “It’s cold,” or “I don’t like water,” or “I’m afraid of fish,” was the answer (I heard all of them). Also, I asked, “Why such a downer.” Maybe a neg or something I’m not sure. Finally, I just said it: “Listen, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think you were sexy. And I don’t know why you’re wasting time here when you could be having fun with your only friend in the water.” I dried off with my shirt (I didn’t have a towel and I needed something to excuse my presence there. I started walking away. She sat up. I got her, hook, line, and sinker. She says earlier she thought I wasn’t that cute. Now, out of the water, she says I’m pretty hot. She laughs shyly and looks away. She talked about how she’s shy. She says I have self-confidence. I tell her about my own shyness. We talk about how we’re afraid of social judgment. I tell her about my own irrational need to get people to like, including her. I drag her up. She takes off her shirt. We go to the water and I push her in further and further toward my friend and his HB7. She laughs.
Later, my friend talks about getting a ride from his parents. HB8 says she’ll ride me later. HB7 is shocked. I smirk, looking down at the time. My friend and I go to change in the bathroom, leaving the girls to gossip. As me and him walk away, in the back of my mind, I contemplate the things being said and am fairly confident they revolve around my moves with HB8. I change. We walk back. My friends plans on taking HB7 off to get some more, leaving me alone with HB8. This worked out better than I could have ever planned it. It was natural game at its best. Looking back, I’m questioning some of my moves and future activity with HB8 will prove/disprove my theories. However, I am proud of it. Was proud of it. I talked to her about the talk she and HB7 had, predictably, discussed me. She says HB7 says she should date me, how HB7 says I’m sweet and not like the other guys she’s been with, Logan, Clayton, Superman (what the fuck, right? Who the fuck is fucking Superman? He’s black. All I Know. Moving on.) and her crazy ass “love of her life” Whateverhisface. My friend and HB7 come back. He just got to second. Lucky. I ask for HB8’s number. She’s shy and we had to go, so she told me the roundabout way of getting it, through my friend’s ex. He did and we started texting an hour later. She tells me how she’s tired of being hurt and that when I looked at her, she blushed and thought my eyes are amazing. I return with a compliment about her smile. I start trying to get to know her, asking her increasingly deep questions. I get fluff. She asks for a picture. I ask for one back. I get into a rough argument with my parents about my new found game. I get thrown off considerably. I get back to my phone and find she sent me a picture and around four texts wondering what the fuck was going on. I say I’m really sorry and send her one. Around here, she becomes distant. She seems to become much more cranky and admits it before she goes to sleep. The next day, I start texting mid-afternoon. She starts saying Idk to everything I ask.
Ex.: Hey whats up? – Nuthin
What are you doing – Nuthin
I sense a theme – Wat theme
You’re not doing anything – K
What have you got upcoming? – Idk. Bday in 4 days
Are you being really shy or are you trying to frustrate me? Do you have any interest in me – Maybe idk
Alright, I got phys. Therapy. If you wanna finally talk, call me at 10. Otherwise I got nothing – were guna all b drinkin so no
Before you ask why I bother, I ask the same. But no matter what, I’m attracted to girls who are unbelievably shy and complicated. They make for interesting people to be around. But I have yet to pin one down. I lost my last target by being too complimentary about her. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I pathologically needy around girls I like? Come on. What is going on? HB8 shouldn’t have this affect. It’s pathetic. Stop whimpering about whatever is going on. You’re attracted to unsolvable people. And you dig too deep and scare them away. Stop it. STOP IT. But I don’t know what to do. I broke through her emotional armor but I’ve been left in the dust of her actions I can’t understand. And now I feel as if I’ve failed. It hurts. If you braved this post, you deserve a medal. Thanks for any help criticism or advice is appreciated.
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I'm not special. I'm just built this way.
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