Well, I only have one real sarging/approaching experience, but it was
successful.

Mind you, I'm a 22 year old Asian guy in San Diego, which I find difficult to
do pickup with all the white girls wanting white guys, and even my own
kind (the Asian girls) want the white guys. It's an uphill battle, but I
learned to deal with it.

I know I still have a lot to learn, but I think this experience was great - I
will have to recreate this feeling many times again, which is why I'm
learning from the best - HERE!



I'll try to give you the run down my path as quickly as possible.

I was a scared little pussy a year and a half ago. I was a student and a
peon worker at a restaurant. I feared social situations. I made good and
sociable friends in my first year of college thanks to the dorms/common
areas which basically forced interaction.

So I made my group of friends to about 20. 10-12 were really good
friends and about 4 were best pals. Being the usual AFC that I was (and
still am, but working on it!), I would only seek to lay down some game on
girls who were friends first.

I had an off and on thing going with one of my friends who is an HB9.
She's a sexy brunette with a pretty face. She gets hit on all the time by
randoms and after a few hookups between me and her, I was struck with
major one-itis. I obsessed about it initially and even got jealous. She
found our relationship to be in LJBF zone - even though the tension was
always there.


Anyways, I got into sales after my peon job and that opened my eyes to
social interaction. Sales and PUA have many parallels from what I
learned. This then led me to DYD, Mystery, Style, and mASF.

I'm one of those guys who hates reading, but has no problem listening to
audios. So I read about 100 pages of The Game and didn't pick up the
book again - Instead I listened to David DeAngelo's interviews with dating
gurus about 5x over.

I didn't really act on it, but one thing hit me hard from those interviews. I
forget who said it, but it went something like this..

"Why go out to a bar with a bunch of your friends, only to just mingle
with yourselves and pay a bunch for drinks. You should just be doing that
at home." (I shouldn't have even quoted this, because I'm sure the
wording is way off, but the principal the same.)

This was SO TRUE about our group. We always went out, hung out with
each other only, danced with each other only, etc etc. Incredibly whack.


One day, we're at the bar again, and I find myself with a drink in my
hand, sitting at the table with HB9, her friend, and my good buddy. The
conversation between the table goes dry, and I get pissed off thinking
about why we're even at the bar.

But hey, I have enough liquid courage in me - might as well put it to some
use.

I decide to make a move on a light skinned mutt brunette HB10, about my
height 6ft (with heels) sitting right next to us grabbing a smoke. Mind you,
I don't have much sense for fashion. I wore jeans, some random t-shirt,
and my grandpa slippers from Payless Shoes, which I love and wear
every chance I get, btw.

I basically let the booze drive me over to her table to join her in a smoke.
I was sitting in my chair and since there were no seats next to HB10, I
decide to stay seated, lift my chair 2 inches from the floor and do one of
those 100 mini steps over to her (about 5 ft away).

The sound I was making in my head to describe my footwork w/ chair
attached was..."Eee Err, Eee Err, Eee Err...." like a burglar at night tip
toe-ing on rickety wood floors. I get right next to her and she's already
intrigued by the open.

That is my patented and field tested "Eee Err" opener. Use it wisely.

I sit next to her and let out a nice "Ahhhhhh" in satisfaction for the success
in my lazy ass way to move in close to her. She laughs, but is kinda
creeped.

Me: My gosh, what are you doing here all by yourself?
(No Pause)
Me: Can I borrow your lighter? (with my hand out and with the attitude of a kid saying "GIMME")
HB10: Hands me one and waits for it back.

For 10 seconds, I don't make eye contact, and instead, set my drink down,
leaned back in the chair and lit my smoke.

She was eyeing me the whole time since I had her lighter and I leaned
back in a 45 degree angle.

Me: So where were we? Oh yeah, so why you here by yourself, again?
HB10: Well, my friends are on the dance floor and I needed a break.
Me: Ya, I hear ya. My friends are engaged in a girly conversation about tampons and shoes and I needed a break.
HB10: Laughs.
Me: So what kinda smokes you got?
HB10: Marlb Lights
Me: Great choice

I bring my cig next to hers to give her a cheers. She finds it amusing and
does it while laughing.

Me: Who are you here with?
HB10: A couple of my girlfriends and their boyfriends.
Me: Where's yours?
HB10: Well, he's sorta locked up.
Me: Let me guess, he was boosting cars.

This was totally random - I had watched Fast and the Furious on TV earlier
that day, so I took this random stab.

HB10: How did you know?
Me: Shit, I have a 6th sense about these things.
HB10: Are you serious? Laughs, but is still a bit shocked. Yap yap yap about BF and his time left to get out, whatever

I'm not one to be a homewrecker or anything, but a guy who steals from
others doesn't deserve a girl like her waiting on the outside. Assuming
she's nice and wonderful, not some nut.

This is where my Closer sales techniques come in. Where instead of
taking the low road by bashing competitors, I took the high by praising
and then of course, suggesting better options.

Me: Hmm, he seems like a pretty good guy still, right? (Assume close - the "right?" will naturally evoke a yes.)
HB10: Yeah.
Me: I'm sure there are a few other good guys around, too, don't you think? (Same assumption close, different words)
HB10: Yeah.

Switch gears not to let her dwell on sabotaging her relationship and get all
emo. Afterall, even girls in this situation deserve to be shown that they
don't need to have a bitch shield up 24/7 - she might missing out on great
friendship opportunities.

Anyway, at this point, my selfish ass can only think of my awesome
slippers - how comfortable they were, even outside of the house!

Me: You know, I would get my boogie on with you on the dance floor since my smoke is done, but I'm just not wearing the right shoes. (Bring up my slippers) My friends thought I wouldn't get in with these slippers, but I got in just fine. I'm a sneaky devil like that.
HB10: (She's eating it up - laugh) I wish I'd done the same!
Me: I'm thinking of basically taking these wherever I go, even the posh clubs downtown.
HB10: Well, you should go to (I forget the club name) tomorrow. I'll be there. I can get you on the guest list.
Me: I'll think about it, but I have to be getting back to my friends now - they're probably wondering where I wandered off to.
HB10: Get my number and call me to get on the list.

Number closed my first and it happened to be a 10. I guess I got lucky.

After reading a bit and listening to some more audios recently, I should
have done some kino as I was getting some obvious IOI and lots of smiles
from her.


I didn't call her back - why? I'm not 100% sure - Maybe it was nerves
setting in when I was in a sober mindset, maybe it was because I had all
kinds of other things planned for the weekend, and maybe it was because
I didn't care to go out on a date with her. I just wanted to see if I could
do it.

What was GREAT was that my buddy tells me that the HB9 friend of mine
was watching me the whole time and was getting insanely jealous as I
number closed this hotter girl. No gain really, besides the satisfaction of
Neg-ing her pretty damn hard.

I think that deep inside, HB9 thought that she was the best that I could do,
so I showed her up.

Anyways, that's it. If you've read it all, I hope it was worth the read. I
look forward to learning a bunch more from the forums!

-J