So this is what I would call my first proper sarge. I won't talk about every set, only the ones relevant to my experience.
Myself + wing, also his first real sarge. I should note that my friend is, and always has been, a suicide approacher (with or without pua material). He has a healthy lack of social inhibition which I lack. This is good for him, but it was also extremely helpful to me. I have often thought about pickup in the past, but honestly I don't know if I ever would have without a wing being there to back me up and to put some pressure on me doing so. Aside from anything else, I would recommend an enthusiastic wing to any newbie simply to get you opening and interacting out of their comfort zone, even if they are not skilled at game in other respects.
We went out in the Clapham area on a saturday night. First bar was busy. All the bars were busy. My wing saw a four set seated at a table, left me at the bar getting drinks and opened. I was horrified. The set occupants were hot, between 7 and 8.5s (when I say 10, I MEAN 10). I didn't even look until I'd got our drinks and then went in as well.
This was his set. You've got to hand it to him though, first set, first sarge, and he went in with full on mystery-method routines, mainly ESP. For my part I sat on the otherside of the table from him and chatted to an 8. Any thought of stategy went to shit, and we just talked the usual fluff. I was frankly amazed that it was possible to just approach and engage a group in this way. I was shellshocked and bailed to go and have a cigarette ahead of my wing, who was still pulling mad routines out of the air. I said it was a pleasure meeting her, and she said the same. My wing was eventually out stayed his welcome, having made no time constraint, come in very full on and I suspect suffered from dancing monkey syndrome.
The first set I opened was a pair of probably 5s. Sounds awful from so many angles, but I wanted to start with an extremely low risk set. We stood by the bar for several minutes first while my wing said "go, go, go". Then I went in with "Do you guys think I look like a drug dealer?" (If I'm being honest, I think I was attracted to this opener because its so quirky that you can pretty much pretend its not a pick-up at all, even to myself
) One of them said my sneakers gave it away. Boom, we're in a conversation, which at the time seemed like discovering fire. We chatted for a while. One of the girls was repeatedly giving me kino on the arm. I was nervous and suspect I came across nervous. After only a few minutes I'd had enough and said goodbye. As I left they looked at me as if to say "why the hell would you come across the bar and talk to us for three minutes and then leave?" They wanted me to stay.Now clearly I'm no PUA yet, but I was so stoked after opening a single nonsensical pseudo-set that I felt like one.
So those were the first two. There were several others, but the only other one interesting enough to post about was the last of the night. In a smoking area of another bar, I approached a 2 set (HB8s) and asked for a light. As one got her lighter out I did the drug dealer opener. The other girl gave me some shit about "you kidding? not in that jacket". I told her she's got a lot of nerve for a girl who wears leopard print and we had some fine banter from there. My wing came in and from nowhere tried a magic trick/ESP on the other girl. This is how we got busted. Basically, she had read The Game. Twice. She knew the openers, she knew what negs are, she knew the whole thing, and quickly started schooling us on how we should have done it. This was pretty embarrassing and rapidly broke down in to everyone laughing their heads off. Strangely though, by the time we'd done laughing the ice was fully broken and me and one of the girls were chatting like we knew each other. It was pretty much; yeah, this is a bit cheesy, but by doing this I'm the guy whose just met you and I wouldn't have otherwise. Spent the next hour or so in the bar with them and their two other friends, took the girl back outside for a cigarette alone and made out several times. Number closed.
I was pretty stoked about this whole thing.
I would like some advice on the k/#-close. It subsequently flaked when I called her on Tuesday. No answer. I texted on Thursday saying nevermind, it was nice meeting her and have a good life basically. Then the following saturday (1 week after close) she called me at half past midnight. I missed the call cause I was out with friends. I didn't want to chase her, so I just texted saying I think I got a missed call from you and whats up. No answer since.
Now when I met her, she told me she had broken up with her boyfriend that morning (!). I wouldn't be surprised if either 1) there was a large element of rebound here and she regretted it come the morning or 2) she hadn't broken upwith her boyfriend at all, and again regretted in the morning 3) they had broken up and got back together shortly after. This would explain why she's suddenly up for something next time she's out and drinking.
So I reckon there were 2 mistakes. Firstly, she was probably looking to get laid that night. I remember reading something by style where he said you're more likely to lay a girl with a boyfriend the night you meet her than on a day 2. Whether she still had a boyfriend or recently broke up, leaving it to a day 2 gave her time to rethink her love life. And secondly, I blatantly should have called her back the next saturday, dropped everything, and got a cab straight to her, because in hindsight it must have been on. Right?
I still have pretty much zero game and am relying on assets and dumb luck. But I think this is a promising start.
