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Hey guys, this is my first post since I’ve been studying and practicing the art of picking up women. Up until now I’ve been sarging and supervising my field results with my fellow wingmen Rod and Nick, and we’ve been full on this during the last months. Since I started I’ve seen some MASSIVE changes in my game. I’ve read a lot of books, listened to audiocourses, studied the DVDs, and I’ve been sarging everytime a get the chance to. And my Saturday night sarge has left me in real distress, I’m in a situation in which I’ll need advice, even if the advice is to simply eject. What happened was something like this…

Saturday night my wingmen and I went out for some practice. We hit a daytime birthday party, a nightclub and a party at the mansion like house of an acquaintance. We got to open and “game” a series of sets before arriving at the mansion so I was already in the mood. Upon arriving I started greeting so much people I knew, I was getting some real good reception at the party and building up my social proof to the roof (almost everyone at the party were former school friends and acquaintances). I walked out to the pool greeting more people until I saw the most fucking amazing set I’ve ever seen in my “AFC trying to become a PUA” life. It was a standing three set, by the pool, all girls, an HB6, an HB7 and an AMAZING HB10. She was a ridiculously pretty faced blonde, with an amazing style, and perfect body.

With my confidence built up from my warm up sarging and the great reception at the party I fully acknowledged the three second rule and I opened the set without any hesitation in my most Mystery like fashion saying: “Heeey, don’t you think this house has the most unbelievable sight? It’s SOOO amazing!”. They, of course, reacted with a nice “Yeah, it’s kinda cool”, with an open attitude but waiting for me to go on, or eject… so I stacked forward: “This house is GREAT, do you know Salomon (the owner of the house)? And HB10, showing off her alpha status, replied: “No we don’t really… we know no one, except that guy over there” (I forgot his name). So I continued: “Well that’s blablabla”. I just handled the set in a way I never thought I could have. With a self-perceived excellent delivery and a lot of self-confidence, some cute negs here and there, holding court to the group, etc., the set was working out real nice. Next, to my even greater delight, my wingmen came and took care of the obvious obstacles, the outshined HB6 and HB7. I could not believe it… I reached isolation with and HB10 for the first time in my whole life.

During our isolation I got her having a great time, talking in a fast moving multiple threaded conversation, filled with DHV interaction, push and pull, excellent vibe, talking about spells, stories, career, job, ex-girlfriends/ex-boyfriends, kids… with lots of humor and cockiness. So I thought to myself it was the time to start testing compliance. I guess we were somewhere near ten minutes of fun interesting dialoguing, with some little innocent kino going, a lot of negs and I thought, telling from the IOIs I was getting, I had generated enough attraction to try a little move: “Get this, put up your hand like this”, going for the classic innocent spin. So she raised her hand, I took her into mine and told her: “Now go like this…” trying to make her spin but… SHE DEFIED! I could not believe it. She said: “Hey… I’m not doing THAT. Girls who do look like they’re easy, and guys look like they’re trying to get something”. I could not believe that the smoking HB, that ALREADY was a single mom, was going so nun-like from one second to the other. Anyways, she did work in TV (not reaching fame), she was so damn beautiful and had such a shiny personality, that she knew the world had his eyes on her (men for sex, girls for competition), and it was true. The whole party was all over her.

Maybe an HB10 just doesn’t go for the spin, maybe it was just a little token resistance... someday I’ll know for sure.

My reaction to her defiance was that it was not a big deal, and reframed her comment saying: “You know a girl says something about herself without using words when they go for the spin… it means they’re in for some fun dancing”, with a smiling, I-know-something-you-don’t attitude. Then after that the relation went on without further advance, I did talk to her a bit more, with some negging and “this between us won’t work” comedy. I guess until then everything was, if not going perfect, at least not going bad. The bad shit happened afterwards.

I told her a couple of minutes after the DEFIANCE I wanted to go for a drink, she gave me her glass to use it and I went to the table… fun comments from here to there, but she was already looking for her friends and little by little I started to get that she was going for them anytime, so I saw a friend of mine and started chatting. I actively and unsuspiciously ignored her, so without any uncomfortable split I looked away and she went for her girlfriends. I gotta admit, I was starting to look to clingy and I had to eject before it was to late.

That’s when my freak out began. I just tried having a good time with everyone, looking forward to interact with her again. And all I could notice was how AMAZINGLY fun she was and how she spelled good vibes to everyone with her charming personality. That’s when I realized what I gotten myself into: I was in front of what I believe to be a mythical HB11. She gad the flawless look and physic of a 10, but could have an excellent time with everyone, without being bitchy, being charming and fun, with a zen-like, cool personality. She was like the female version of BRAD PITT, and she was having a blast. If my interaction with her went so smooth it was in a great deal due to HER game. So my reactiveness and DLVying started.

I tried a failed attempt to approach her again, using a girl friend of mine by the hand as pawn… I tried getting to her through talking to a friend of mine whom she was talking to, but she slipped away without any chance of mutual acknowledgement (and of course she must have seen me try that move… shit). So I kept on waiting more and more, obsessing on HOW to reapproach and how to do it all right… yeah, I was TOTALLY attached to outcome.

The next attempt, a casual meeting up with her, HB6 and HB7 ended up in having fun with the last two of them. I tried to manage the situation but I was in an uncomfortable state. My friend Rod told me he noticed my performance, and it was a bit forced so it seemed a little fake. I totally believe in his opinion, I was putting it out there not being able to silence the AFC within. Anyways between some role playing and fun vibing, I could get away with a great neg. When I was messing around with her friends she came close and said “Who has a cigarette for me?” I realized I was the only one nearby who could hear her, so I said: “Okay now, get in the line folks!”. That’s her, I see it! She talks to “everyone”, she’s a girl with a bunch of admirers. The internal social audience of her discourse is an indeterminate mass of people who liked her. She doesn’t talk to “me” or “him”, she talks to “everyone”… she’s a star with an audience! She doesn’t ask directly for MY cigar, she calls out her demand to the masculine’s aroused desire, sure SOMEONE will comply. So she looked at me not understanding why I would neg her… I felt it was like a MICRO sad moment for her, so I told her after my comment: “I can give you one, but they’re original blend, not lights”. She replied, “Oh, it’s ok, they’re too strong for me but thanks”. I’m indeterminate on that answer; I can’t tell whether it was a good or a bad sign, but then I lost her again, we just turned our backs around without further exchange. I was so not relaxed I tried mostly ignoring. Why not? the WHOLE party is doing the opposite and I was to stressed for to be witty around her.

Yeah, this is going bad…

After a while it was getting late, and I thought about leaving the party without even getting the chance to say good bye to my new obsession. I didn’t know what to do to get any kind of closing with her. When we were heading out, I kept thinking on what to do and I came up with something. I talked to my friends about that last resort and told them to wait for a minute: isolate her, neg her hard, and start coming out showing some interest on meeting her.

I walked back in to the party and I saw her right near the entrance and said hi to the guy she was talking to, I happened to know him too. That’s when I look to her and say: “Hey, I need to tell you something, come with me outside”. She says: “Uhm… ok”, and complies. We are outside, and I throw this one out:

TOMPSYKE: (trying to smile like I’m relaxed) “You know what, you’re so full of yourself! I’ve tried everything and got me nothing! It’s amazing. You know what; I need to know how you do it!”

HB11: (with a face saying she DID NOT expect that, kinda uncomfortable) “How do I do what?”

TOMPSYKE: “Come on, you know what I’m talking about”.

HB11: “Yeah… I know… everyone at the party is hitting on me”.

TOMPSYKE: “It’s unbelievable… how do you do it? I happen to be working in some seminars and knowing about it would be AWESOME.” (The seminar stuff is true, I’m right now working on a seminar for girls about relationships, dating and stuff… you know, chick crack).

HB11: “Yeah, you told me about them, but I don’t understand…”

TOMPSYKE: “I need to know how you do it to have everyone on your feet”.

HB11: “It’s my personality and my face, blablabla [insert some random overly unrealistic formula of success]”. (She’s smiling but she starts leaving).

TOMPSYKE: “Hey! Wait! That’s it, I need to know how you cope with you personality, plus you face is disturbing! You know what… (I draw out my cellphone, I look at it and prepare it as I say the next sentence) We have to meet... Here, give me your number”.

HB11: “Okay, let me look for it in my notes… I don’t remember it”.

TOMPSYKE: “How come you don’t know you own number?”

HB11: “I change my phone a lot…”

TOMPSYKE: “How is that? You lose it often?”

HB11: “You may have realized by now… I have a lot of admirers…”

TOMPSYKE: “Oh… I get it” (I give it a little laugh).

HB11: “This is my number #XXXXXX…”

TOMPSYKE: “That’s great! I’ll be calling you… don’t know when… bye!”

HB11: “Bye!”


On reading it, it may sound cooler than how it was. The opinion of my wings, who could see the interaction from a not far away distance, was that it went on kinda weird. In a way it looked like it was a dramatic conversation, like a little discussion with an ex. The whole delivery from my side was over expressive, and the situation was indeed very strange and a bit uneasy. She was kind of misplaced. Even though she smiled all the way and I at least tried to put out some jokes or fun comments, she did have a look in her face that she had no fucking idea of what was going on. That’s it… I got to #close what I believe is an HB11 with a strange excuse and I don’t know what the hell to do now.

So guys, if you could brainstorm some ideas for what is going to happen from now on I would be totally thankful. Should I keep her track through text game? Should I try and go for some interview meeting, being congruent with the excuse? (Anyone remember Style’s interview with Britney?) What should I text her if so! Never gotten myself in a situation like this before.

How should my attitude + frame be about how I justified mi interest for the #close! It’s so obvious that I liked her… I kind of even told her right after the last hard neg, and it was kinda lame to tell her how amazed I was with how she was and using the seminars as excuse.

That last resort thing I tried needs to be fully criticized for future game, I know now I could have done something similar and way better, but now I have to stick with it having been as it was. With this one HB it’s time to look forward… and I truly think you can help me with some advice.

That’s it, thank a lot guys! Cheers for you all!

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"And yet, what could be more necessary than cheerfulness?"
- F. Nietzsche.