First ever field report
Saturday 9/29/07
Silverback

Since I found out about pick-up, I have read every thing I can get my hands on. I am not rich, so other than the $30 for “The Game” (awesome), I have only been reading the forums. I have watched every thing that was on YouTube related to pick-up and, of course, I watched every episode of the “pick up artist” on Vspot. But I can’t see myself ponying up $1500-$3000 for hands-on training. Relentless reading and trial and error will be my teachers, I decide.

Then, I sarge, alone, due to my near complete lack of a social circle. Here I am 30 years old, and almost no friends. The friends I do have are hardened AFC’s who, rather than work on it, have thrown their collective hands up in defeat. It’s really sad. My one friend is lonely as hell, smart and good looking, and has even read “The Game”. He clearly did not find message that I found in it. Growth. The game isn’t wrong, it’s a skill set to help you in life. He has a weird, passive one-itis where he feels like all he needs is the friendship of his “true love”. Blows my mind when I think about it. How can you fool yourself into thinking that is happiness?

Like I said, I sarge, alone, at my local pub. I try openers, cocky-funny, styles 5 questions game, and other routines that I read about with some success. No closes. 3 weeks go by and I feel great about opening sets, but I want more….


Ok, so I get to a local dive early, and I sit alone on the balcony and wait for my wing to arrive. We have decided to essentially train each other. Our game plan is mystery method but the routines are our own, for the most part. I believe in canned material, but I hope I am smart enough, and creative enough and i think we can develop our own, so that it can be used without fear of a VH1 association. I stick to mystery’s model but am inventing my own DHV material. And we will only use situational openers, unless its not possible. I am already sick to death of hearing, and saying, for that matter “I need a female opinion on something…”

My spot on the balcony is gold. It’s a pub table facing the small side door to the bar with 4 stools. It’s the primo location on the balcony, and because I arrive early, I own it. Every time I sit there, girls come outside to smoke and stand or sit right at my table unprompted, and I open them all with ease. Opening is getting easy. My body language is of specific importance tonight because women are so good at reading body language, that they will never suspect that it’s rehearsed. And tonight that’s what I am rehearsing. I convey higher value just by talking over my shoulder and with my back turned. Thank you, Mystery!

As predictable as it was the week before, a girl comes over and asks for a light, making me now a full believer in this magic location. She’s about a HB6.5 or 7, nice body, cute little mini skirt and army boots. She wore a skull and crossbones head band made of thick fabric across her jet black hair tied just behind her neck. It’s her peacocking getup. I open with a little neg. (technically she opened me). I said “Nice tie.” suggesting that she had tied a mans neck tie around her head, as it kind of looked that way. She got it, and let out a little giggle. We fluffed talked and the whole time my back was to her. I also had a “bored out of my mind” look on my face when I spoke to her that was probably unnecessary, but I was just getting started.

My wing showed up, looking, well, ordinary. We aren’t peacocking yet. I need to research it a bit more. I instruct him to fix his body language to face away from this HBbikerchick, as I will call her, because she seemed to be dressed to meet that kind of man, went inside the bar to look for her friend. It wasn’t out of disinterest though, its just that as soon as my friend showed, I made sure we ignored her. Also I upped my energy level to excitement of seeing a good, even long lost old friend. She left to get reinforcements. And she very shortly returned with some.

HBpinkpower (6) was a little peppy blonde with nice hair, and a complete initial focus on HBbikerchick. She was wrapped in a little pink dress that she fit awkwardly in but she had a sweet smile. These two were a nice contrast, decent social proof, and not much of a challenge, in my opinion. They kept pawing at each other and making out, witch screamed “look at us! We are so hot!” they weren’t, but that didn’t keep the AFCs from staring.

Before HBbikerchick returned with her friend I managed to get out 3 quick pieces of advice to my wing.
1. No Negativity. I didn’t want him to accidentally send any DLVs and I hadn’t had the chance to explain negs, witch can be tricky, especially if your making them up.
2. Don’t buy anybody a drink.
3. Talk to every girl over your shoulder. I added that it was fine to turn to face her once she gave you some IOI’s, but sadly I did not have the chance to explain what IOI’s were. Armed with this info we went to battle the pair of 6’s.My wing fluffed them, over his shoulder. What he said didn’t matter, the fact that he said it over his shoulder with a big lummox grin, did. Then the first C-block appeared.

“Murphy” was a nice old man who cruised by our table, asked politely to sit down next to HBbikerchick, and then asked her to “Please don’t sit on my lap” witch of course, she did. Clever old natural. This guy was ancient as hell, but he was sharp and personable. Fortunately for us, he blew himself out by leaving us to approach an HB9 and her sister HB8.5 that had just come out to the balcony. He tried to get them to touch his thumb that was covered in some kind of electrical duct tape. It was not very effective. They rolled off him to a nearby patio sofa. I knew exactly were I was going.

My wing had told me, some nights ago at the pub where he worked, a killer story about traveling while on vacation at Lake Havassu. It contained some minor DHV spikes and, when he told it, was very entertaining. I didn’t have an opportunity to give him any material so I told him to tell the Havassu story. He didn’t want to. I gave him the “You better fucking do it, man.” Face quickly, so the HB6’s couldn’t see. He looked at me with a teddy bear “I hope your right about this” on his face and, with a horrid lead in, started telling his story. My moment came.

I hoped up from my magic chair and moved quickly to the couch with the HB9 and HB8.5. I sat right down. I greeted then with a smile and a “Hi”, and they returned my smile. I explained I was the wingman of my wingman (witch I was) and that I would have to leave in just a minute but I needed to give my friend time to be the center of attention (I just made that up, but I guess it was true.) and that it was now their job to entertain me. Encouragingly, they looked at me with beautiful giggles as if to ask me “how?”. Perfect.

Let me tell you about these girls. Oh..my..god. I love southern California. HB8.5 25 years old, about 5’4’’, page cut blonde hair with dark streaks, big beautiful eyes, nice little frame, and a look of entertained distrust. We will caller her HBmotherbear. HB9 was 21 years old, had long dark hair, perfectly strait bangs with here hair held back with a black plastic headband, bigger beautiful eyes, and was generally hot allover. I will call her HBpuppylove. They were sisters.

I quickly looked for some thing to neg.
HBpuppylove had this skull and crossbones belt buckle. What luck skulls and crossbones were so far!

I said “interesting belt buckle”
HB “I got it at the pirate fair”
Me “doesn’t it weird a lot of people out?”
HB “why?”
Me “Your kind of saying that this whole area (I am using my finger to circle her crotch area) is poison.”
More giggles and some IOIs start pouring in.
Next I do the psychic test to HBmotherbear. I get it wrong. More giggles. I correctly guessed who was the oldest, witch redeemed my psychic powers some what.
They don’t give me any shit tests and no IODs, but I know I have to get back to my wing. I tell them ill be back to talk to them, and they tell me that they are going to another bar. Of course I tell them I was going there too, because, I really was, and that ill see them there. As soon as I leave their gone.

So I am back in my magic seat. While I was gone my wing bear hugged the two HB6s playfully. They liked him. The next cock blocker arrived.

“Asshole of the group” came in bought us all a pitcher, and preceded to insult the HB6s for being stuck up. I started to say something about playing nice, but HBbikerchick called him an asshole. Crap. This wasn’t helping anybody. Then, out of nowhere, my Wingman did the coolest AMOG thing. He toasted the “Asshole of the group”! perfect.
The chicks were back in party mode and the “asshole” was blown out, even though he toasted with us. He wandered off about 2 minutes later. I felt bad for him, because I had met him earlier in the night. He was telling me about a girl who was his one true love. We talked for half an hour and he liked me a lot, but was too stubborn to take any advice from a man 10 years younger than him. Bad choice. He was intimidated by HB6s. He needed all the help he could get. Even my crappy advice.

And now we cut away so I can tell you about the star of the night. My wing, Big Daddy D. D is huge, well compared to me. He is probably the friendliest bouncer I have ever met. He doesn’t fit the stereotype. He is a nice, fun guy. But he also has clout with other bouncers around town that is social proof of the non-preselected variety. There were no problems getting in anywhere. I am still unsure as to why D decided to try pick-up. That’s his business but I am glad he did. He has a great presence and attitude.

Moving on. After Asshole of the group leaves us I asked HBpinkpower if I could borrow her jacket, as it was getting cold on the balcony. Of course there was no way I could fit into her tiny jacket, but the effect was what I wanted, she came over and snuggled on me. At first I brushed her off and told her fifty bucks, but then I relented as it was getting cold and she was toasty. I gathered our little party up to travel to the next bar where my target had gone. Big Daddy D has HBbikerchick on his arm and I have HBpinkpower on mine.
I’m flirting a little, I can only assume BDD was as well, and we walk into the next bar with some arm candy at least. We drop them at a table, grab drinks, and I head of to find my target.

I find her, but now HBmotherbear is being more protective. Still, My presence was screaming fun, so I throw them on my arm and take them to meet Big Daddy D. I build up the Havassu too much, and I leave to go to the rest room. Upon my return, HBmotherbear has removed HBpuppylove from the safe shadow of my wing,. I realize right there that I have got to isolate and sarge HBmotherbear. Sad fact is Unless HBmotherbear gets sarged, no one will sarge HBpuppylove. I know it, and accept it. I am sad, I want to pick my targets, not be forced to choose out of necessity. Oh well, she’s hot. I insist she sits and talks to me, her face lights up, but she says no. (she was guarding HBpuppylove) we play the 5 questions game for it, she loses we sit down and talk. Good talk, fluff mostly, she starts to open up, some more IOIs come out. She’s giving me sweet looks, but keeps glancing back at her sister who is talking to some AFC. I tell her he is harmless. She’s not convinced. I say, do you want me to go get her? She says, look she is having a good time, she wont come here. Yes she will I say. Ok try she says. I get up walk over to HBpuppylove, stick out my hand, smile, and say, “come with me.” She doesn’t question it at all. Her hand is in mine, she doesn’t even say goodbye to the guy she is with, and I felt like a master pimp.

I am not, however.

Just as I arrive back where I had left HBmotherbear, some bald guy is talking with her in a very serious tone. HBpuppylove runs up to this guy like I am invisible and jumps on him. Shortly thereafter they are escorted to another part of the bar with this guy. Fuck!
This was the best set I had run so far, and in less than one minute it was gone. Fuck!
I start thinking, what happen? What Can I do? I realized I needed help. So please, help me. What should I do if this happens again, I couldn’t think of anything short of hitting on different girls that didn’t display lower value. I couldn’t hear what they were saying and it looked like some kind of drama was being relayed. I have no idea how to combat this.

Anyway, HBpinkpower got a call from her husband and had to go. Me, BBD, and HBbikerchick bounced to another bar, where I got a little Asian waitresses number, she was so cute. Then we all went to BBDs house were I played video games and my boy Big Daddy F-Closed HBbikerchick. Next time we go out ill shut up and take notes from him.

Big Daddy D said that the tips I gave him really helped. Plus his 2 location changes helped build comfort, along with BDDs natural easy going personality. It was an easy sell. The next time we sarge he will feel invincible, no doubt. But I need to know how to combat drama. How can I change or control that frame?

I seek your wisdom….. PUAs……

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Silverback