It's been a few years since I went out for the purpose of sarging. I'd been in an LTR until November last year, after that there wasn't much action and I had a short-lived relationship with a HB9 a few months ago. I'd been in total AFC territory for the longest time, so I decided to get my mojo going. Got a nice apartment to myself now, got it decorated and chick-compatible. Spent the summer concentrating on competitive cycling to get my head into a good place, now I'm working out, revising the Mystery Method and reading up on NLP. Got back into a regular salsa dancing routine, a great way to get beautiful girls into your life even if they're just in the friend zone. They're a good thing to have for social proof purposes.

Well on Saturday I was pretty determined to go out so I worked a bit harder than usual on the phone to call up old friends and get some people to go out with. I had to contact about six people before I got a hit. Ended up in a bar in the city (one hour from here) and immediately got introduced to a HB8.5 who was talking to my buddy. He has no game and is in an LTR anyway, so I helped myself.

As well as throwing negs I was DHVing flat out, throwing in all manner of stories about stuff I do in my spare time that are just bristling with DHV spikes. (Came 2nd in a salsa dance contest a few weeks ago, I start sports teams on college campuses, chairman of the national committee that runs that sport, competitive cyclist in the summer, etc.) I had interesting stories to tell, a lot of it based on stuff I picked up while listening to the radio, and I had plenty of spare stories left in the tank. Well I was just in the middle of asking this girl a question about what she was doing tomorrow when a friend of my buddy butts in, taps her on the shoulder, says "Hey, my friend's talking shit about you!" She gets totally distracted from me, my buddy draws me into a conversation about some business that gets me heated up a little, and HB8.5 starts moving away as the guy moves forward, which isolates her.

I was dieing to go over and get back in but I left them to it for a few minutes, excused myself, went to the bathroom (pinching her on the elbow on the way past) and when I came back from the bathroom the guy was gone (he'd gone to the bathroom too) so I resumed with her. (He was drinking, I wasn't, it was inevitable that he'd have to go to the bathroom eventually) I put my arm around her waist and said how she never got a chance to answer my question. She put her arm around mine and we stood there like that for several minutes talking away. The guy came back, stood opposite her for a minute looking for a way in, found none, and went away.

We got talking about tattoos and how I was going to get one on my calf, invited her to feel my leg, she reciprocated! The kino was going strong here, she could barely keep her hands off me, so I started letting her know I was into her (it's okay to do that once you're sure you've gotten IOIs, and I was getting them thick and fast). Her HB5 friend was into me too, so I kept them both entertained to make sure that HB5 didn't turn into a take-away girl. I number closed HB8.5 earlier on, so the pressure was off. They decided to call it a night at midnight shortly after my friends left, so I walked her out, hugged them both, and kissed HB8.5 on the cheek and on the lips - it was her that went of the lip kiss. Called her today, she called back, and we're gonna meet on Tuesday night.

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This gave me a great lift. I've been fighting depression for the last month, and stories of ex lovers who have now gotten married have been getting me down. I'm in the market for something that's going to last, and the online dating is getting me absolutely nowhere. I've figured that hitting the bars is the only way I'm going to get anywhere.

I'm still not elated, the depression and the pain from the girls who got away are keeping me under pressure, but I'm fighting back. Operation Deal-With-It consists of lots of exercise, lots of social contact, and the occasional little triumph like this. I'm going to beat this thing.

Hah! Good going, bro! It's always great to read about success.

Keep up the good work and do your thing. Practice makes perfect.

Update: Day 2.

Got into some nice clothes.

Met her in an upscale Irish pub that I like near Union Square, San Francisco. In the light of day, revised her to about HB7.5. Still pretty though, has a nice body.

Told her I'm always running into people I know there (social proof), the last time I was there it was to have lunch with the Irish Ambassador (DHV), told her about a public speaking engagement I have in Chicago at the weekend (DHV), and other stuff. Conversation was good. Didn't stick around for long after we were done eating though.

Bounced her to the Westin St Francis Hotel up the street, kino-escalating on the way by walking arm-in-arm. Told her I was "going to show her something" but didn't tell her what it was going to be. Took her up in one of the glass elevators that looks out over Union Square and has a terrific view over the city and the bay. Didn't stay up for long though, someone called it and it started going down immediately, so I pressed a button, we got out on one of the floors, and went back up in another one. It was called after a few seconds though (not before I'd stood for a bit with my arm around her though). We saw that the ice skating rink had been set up in the square, so that's where I took her next. Stood for a while watching the skaters and I didn't let go of her arm, so it was easy to pull her in for a little kiss.

Bounced her again after a few minutes and went to Borders bookstore up the street. Walked around the magazine section pulling out cycling magazines and commenting on stuff (DHV), running magazines (giving her a chance to talk about her sport), and then up to the humor section where you can just pick any random book off the shelf and start quoting from it to get her laughing. She did the same. Kino escalated on the escalator, scratching her back on her lower spine, working my way up.

Bounced for a little walk up to the top of Nob Hill, a five minute walk. Gave her a little historical tour of the area (I know my history and the fascinating stories behind places) then up to Grace Cathedral and showed her the outside labyrinth. This is a meditation tool, it's basically a 'maze' marked out on concrete with no dead ends, so you walk a winding path to the middle while you mull things over. She walked behind me while we chatted our way to the middle, and I stood in the middle, turned around as she entered the middle, and pulled her in for a make-out in mid sentence.

"I don't usually kiss on first dates" she said. Says I "This isn't really a first date."

Bounced to the Mark Hopkins Hotel, took her up in the elevator to the Top of the Mark cocktail bar. In the elevator I grabbed her by the scarf and pulled her in for a kiss. Joked about stopping the elevator. Didn't go for drinks, just showed her the view, hung there for a few minutes, then bounced back down the hill.

Me: "I'm in no particular hurry home, are you?"
HB7.5: "Me neither, I don't mind hanging out a little longer."

I said we'll go to Left O'Doul's bar for a drink. She said she liked how I was making the decisions about what to do since she's naturally indecisive. On the way this was where I set up my time bridge. On Monday night she's going to be in my area staying with some friends and working in my area on Tuesday morning. So I got her to agree that we're hanging out on Monday night.

Had a drink in Lefty's, piano man was terrible, we had a good laugh at how bad he was, and we were now 3.5 hours into the date. I called it a night and walked her back to her car, did my scarf-kiss thing in the elevator again, then had a long and steamy make-out session at the car.

So that was a 3.5 hour date, we're now approaching the 7-hour mark since we met. Kino is good, we're making out, we have good comfort built up. On this date we were in a grand total of 7 locations, that's a lot of bouncing and at least one fun or interesting thing happened at each location.

On Monday night I plan to get her to meet me at my place before we go out in my car, she'll have to come back to my place afterwards to pick her car up. I think we're in business, on Monday night I should be able to go for the F close.

And in the meantime I'll see what kind of mischief I can get up to in Chicago at the weekend!

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One-itis from my ex is still getting me down. I was nearly in tears about it again this morning. Maybe after I F close this girl things will get better. My confidence is a bit low at the minute since it's been a few months since I've had sex.

Update:

After Day 2, Thursday, I sent a text saying "Thanks for last night! See you Monday? I'll call at the weekend."

No reply.

On Saturday I called but didn't get a chance to wait for voicemail so I sent a text saying "I just called. Had to duck back into the meeting though, the election's about to start!"

On Sunday I called and left a voicemail.

We were supposed to hang out on Monday 16th, that came and went with still no contact.

I've given up.

Any idea what might have gone wrong? It's possible she just went out at the weekend while I was in Chicago and hooked up with some guy.

Hard to tell and sad to hear. The only thing I see even worth taking you point off is the
Never thank a girl for a night out.

But that shoun't matter that much. It must of been an exterior factor. Maybe her ex came back in the picture, maybe she met another guy like you said, maybe she's terribly sick, maybe her phone broke down.

Like you said, move on. Maybe call her again in 1-2 week befoer droping it dead, but keep yourself busy and sarge on.

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