| Well I guess before I get into what happened recently I should give a little back story about myself. I am mainly just writing this for people who know me in real life so they can get my back story which is why it is so long, hopefully some new people will read it and find it interesting as well. (For those of you who I know in real life, don't be too surprised, I haven't told anyone a lot of the stuff I'm going to say). Again sorry its so long, if you don't want to bother reading it, just skip ahead to the field reports, I'll be posting those soon.
Why is the start of a story always the hardest to write? I think the issue is I just don't know when this whole way of life actually started for me. Now I remember, I was in grade 8, well summer going into to grade 8, I guess that's about 7 and a half years ago now, ugh weird, and I was talking to my older brother about girls, when he told me probably the most influential thing anyone told me about game. "Be cocky funny!" I kind of didn't understand why but I was going to take his word for it, but then he begin to explain, he said "Dude listen chicks dig cocky funny, like you have to be full of yourself but in a joking way. Don't just walk up and say I'm the fucking shit, yall about to smell it (which I say on the regular now btw) come in with as much confidence as possible, and joke about how amazing you are I gotta say I was really impressed at the time, I can't remember more about what he told me that day, but I remember it was my introduction to game. Funny enough it turns out the my older brother had been reading all kinds of David Deangelo but that's a story for another day. After that first time talking about cocky funny I tried it, and it worked! very well! I mean I was in grade 8 at the time so wasn't closing to nearly the same extent of course. But after that I actually started to live, breath and act cocky funny all the time. It wasn't long before it just became part of my personality and I simply became the shit! I was the man! and at the time I had every reason to believe it, I was doing good in school, the girls liked me, I was one of the best, if not the best athlete in my school and I just pointing out to people how great I was I guess.
Well lets jump ahead to high school, which can be described in one word, TERRIBLE. I hated high school, simply put I was no longer to shit, I wasn't one of the best athletes anymore due to matters I couldn't control (Not explaining), I wasn't getting girls, and I wasn't the smartest guys in school. But I was one of the best halo players in the world! Well I became a kind of quiet kid, a lot of people still liked me, I wasn't a loner by any means for the first few years of high school, I just preferred not to hang out with people as much as I used too, wasn't as outgoing I guess. But none the less my next step in game came in may of grade 10. My older brother had just gotten home from university for the summer a few weeks before and I was talking to him and his friend Neil (Now one of my wings) just about how I hated high school and such, and explained everything. Funny enough they both said "Honestly it sounds like you would love university, all the stuff you don't like about high school don't exist there, the people are great and the girls are awesome". I really think that was the moment when I first actually started to become great, maybe this is where I should have started the story.... but whatever. I walked out of his room and back into mine and all that was going through my head is "Okay, you have two years and a few months to get yourself ready to university, mentally, physically, academically, socially, you need to get ready, so I can be successful and "wheel" any and every girl I want". And so began my journey, with the ultimate goal to be the best me I could be come September 2nd 2011 university (My first day of university). I figured that in order to do my cocky funny I would need to simply become the shit again, become smart again, athletic again, popular again, simple right? Well yeah right, I just needed to become the shit, to be the shit, duh. So I went in my room looked up home workout plans to fix my skinny issue. (I was 5'11, 110lb) I began to eat as much food as possible by using a schedule and workout in my room to avoid every single person calling me skinny as hell at the gym, and in school in general. Haha funny to think about now, but I wouldn't even were just t-shirts to stop everyone from calling my skinny, I don't think I could go a day without be called skinny, and I should mention I FUCKING HATING BEING SKINNY! No one understood how hard it was to put on weight, not everyone is an un-athletic fat piece of shit that will die when there 60 shit. But whatever, getting off topic, so I used a homework plan, simple at the beginning, then moved onto p90x after 9 months of basic workouts three - four times a week.
Well going into grade 12 I wasn't exactly where I wanted to be physically, but there was a lot of improvements, so I just said keep at it. Now grade 12 I feel like deserves its own paragraph. This was the year for me to really change, it was time to get good grades, and more importantly to actually seriously practice running game. The year started with a total overhaul over the person I used to be, a total change in style/clothing, talking to girls, I got my ears pierced, changed up my hair style, everything I could possibly quickly improve on I did. Girls were no longer people, they were practice, I had absolutely no intention of making any female friends and just as importantly no intentions of getting into any kind of relationships. All that was important to me from the minute grade 12 began was to be ready for first year university. And that's exactly what I did, I started to become almost too aware that I would never have to deal with these dumbass dropout kids, these failures, and more importantly these chicks. I could take risks! and funny enough this new found mentality got me in a little bit of trouble. You guys will learn all about that in my first Field report which is more a story then a field report, but it is so unreal that I had to share it with the community. Trust me, you guys will all want to read that, you will be hard pressed to find a more insane story especially considering I was 18 at the time. And don't worry, it is all about running game, and getting with girls (actually the whole story takes place in a 3 hours period). I strongly advice everyone to read it, it may be long, but its worth it. But this new found risk taking, combined with a totally new, better look, brought about success. I started to feel like I was growing back into the man, I figured I would be ready for first year university if I kept at it. I became public enemy number one in my high school but that was the highlight of my high school experience (read my first field report). I went onto to continue simply getting better and ultimately had sex with a girl for the first time a few months before school started, and then another girl a month after that. Combine that with a few cheap make outs here and there, and a few blow jobs, I felt like my grade 12 year was a semi success in terms of going from no girls, to more than average. Finally 3 months before school started I joined my first gym, I didn't have the body of a first time gym member simply because I had been working out in my room for the past two years straight, but none the less it was quite the experience. I began to really commit as the date I spent the past two plus years trainer for almost there, and I had to be ready. But gym stuff is boring to talk about here, If you guys want to hear about some workout plans, or ways to get bigger and in better shape just give me a message or comment, especially if you are skinny!
So finally the day came, first day of university, I cannot explain how much pressure I had put on myself. You see I know if I wanted to be the man again, I would have to walk in the first day and become the man, I couldn't wait half the year, I could get a feel for things first, I had to, from the very first minute, be the absolute shit. And I was beyond nervous, I wasn't ready, I wasn't big enough, and I wasn't ready for this situation, I didn't have enough practice, all of the girls I've hooked up with my whole life to that point were girls that I spend weeks, if not months trying to attract before I could do anything, and I had an expatiation to walk in and hook up with tons of girls the first night I meet them. And to make matters worse my roommates were not the same guys as me, I know almost right away (before I ever meet them even) that they won't be wings, and I was unlikely to hang out with them regularly which totally sucked (They turned out to be great guys, was awesome rooming with them, but my guess turned out to be true with regards to being my wing, and hanging out outside of the room/res). But despite being nervous, hours after arriving, I started on my mission, looking back I was way to lame to have the success I pictured, much to nervous. But none the less I started simply staying high to everyone I say, most of which would stop and talking, I realized most people were in the same boat as me, and I started to be able to meet people. While I feel like I'm getting off topic, back to how I became a PUA. I did end up getting my first university lay 4 days in, which wasn't bad, and by the one month period I had made out with some girls that I was simply surprised I was able to given the situation. For example, made out with an HB8.5 after my friend had stopped her while she was walking across campus alone, back to her residence. I was with a big group of girls and just had an unreal confidence that to this day I still can't really mimic. Its hard to explain but I simply walked up basically didn't give her a opinion but to come, introduced her to all my friends as "Megan Fox, my new friend", about 2 minutes after meeting her, and she was hooked after that. So my first month was kind of a success, I had been getting with some good looking girls, and all I really had to do was keep it up. However, while I was working new sets (now one of my favorite words), I was also working this girl from my residence. This girl turned out to single handedly ruin my first year plans, and turned me into Thomas Anderson and the PUA I am today. First I want to say there are no bitches, there are only my mistakes, I always kind of believed that, even before I found out about the community, with that being said, this girl is just a bitch, although I did make a lot of mistakes. This girl, psh, this girl, I don't even want to start talking about this girl, I pushed this girl totally out of my mind for a long amount of time, and every now and then I think about the situation and like how... unique it was it was. So basically this girl, haha I call her that "hater chick", cause that's what I call her to my friends back home. So I guess it started a couple week into school, I told my roommates that I would hook up with this girl in a month, promise, it was what I did at that point. If I got a solid opportunity, and enough time, it was a done deal, and I had an amazing opportunity, and plenty of time. So one night I was out, and invited her out for the first time, to come out with a bunch of friends from our residence. Well this is boring, lets fast forward a weekend. So I'm hanging out with her, some of my friends, and some of her friends (all from high school, don't worry she didn't actually make any new friends that weren't my friends first) and we go out to play some soccer at night, we were talking a night before about how we both played rep soccer, and how we should play sometime and whatever. So on the way to the field me and her and talking, and she says about how her ex boyfriend was texting her, and how he cheated on her, and how they had been broken up for over a year. But she brought up something important, she was going on about how she won't get in relationships because she basically still didn't trust guys and what not, I thought "PERFECT!" as I don't f's with relationships, ever. So whatever we went out played, actually played football instead, and we got along really well, like actually really surprisingly, like I lied down with her watching the stars, while everyone else was over hanging out in the middle of the field, it seemed at like every moment, I was just alone with her, despite there being like 20 people around. But whatever, so the weekend after that my friend from back home comes, and basically the three of us go out, and whatever I seem popular as ever (people kept stopping me, knowing me and such), which I was at the time compared to the vast majority of people, (I was having some success in my plan). When we got back to my room and me, my friend from back home, and her were talking about the craziest place we had sex, she brought up the fact she was a virgin, and I know this would be kind of hard. That totally didn’t faze me at all I knew shit was going well and as the days went by I started to notice stuff, like the fact that every single party we went to we would always hang out, just the two of us, we may be apart for a like a 20 minute period, and that dudes would always hit on her, and she always came back to me. I would basically talk like nothing happening to someone else, because I legit didn't care, I mean again I was hooking up with other chicks, and I would want her to hook up with other people like regardless because I don't f's with relationships. I basically started getting IOI's through the roof, and the more we hung out, the better we got along, and the more I started to like her. The issue I was having is because I spent so much time with her, I wasn't able to get with other girls simply because she was always around. She already came with me to all the home football games at my school, and it got to the point where she would watch the eagles, (my favorite NFL) every week with me, despite not really being a big football fan. We started to watch TV's shows together, movies like once a week if not more, again all of this stuff being just the two of us, and even went to each other’s classes every now. So at this point you it’s clear seems pretty clear right, most people would see two options really. I'm either in the friend zone, or I'm dating this girl. Well remember when I said this was unique, well it was cause it was neither, the fact of the matter is I never even kissed her at this point, but at the same time, there was no way I was friend zoned, it was obvious, she would hold my hand, link up arms, cuddle with me, do things like sleep on my shoulder in class with arms wrapped around mine, when cuddling she would put her arms around and would simply go out of her way to spend time with me, doing stuff she won't do with anyone else. It was obvious our relationship was unique from her other guy friends, for one we spent way more time with me, two she wouldn't anywhere near as physically close to any of them (never holding a guys hand, or doing things like that), and how she would go out of her way to hang out with me specifically. I could go on and on about times that made it utter obvious something was there, like for example all best friends telling me something was there, but that's a waste. "So Thomas, why hadn't you kissed her" well friends because I had never been rejected by a girl before, (not joking) and I wasn't about to find out what that feels like. I always had to be 110% sure she was down, and when maybe I would make a move, If not I simply gave the girl the opportunity go make a move on me. Basically I made the girl go 90% in for the kiss, and I would go the 10%. Plus like I said before, she didn't trust guys, plus a virgin, I had to take it slow and not get to pushy. But I should have seen that she was into me right? well the thing is 3/4 of the times she should show acts of attraction, 1/4 she would show signs of being un-attracted. It was actually extremely frustrating, I would keep saying tonight is the night! I'm going to set this up, watch this movie, at this point put my arm around her, at this point say this joke, move into this and do this and boom finally! But when the night would start she would throw off my plan by taking arm off of her... which is like a slap in the face... so I would think well damn she's not down, then 30 minutes later, after the whole plan fail, she would put her arms around me....... Simply a giant piss off. I could go on and on about how and why I never made a move, and blah blah blah, or why I didn't talk to her about the whole situation, but that would take forever and it would be boring as ever. I don't want to rant, I want to give a back story about how I got started. So basically it got to the point where I just stopped trying to get with other girls, because I so was so determined to get with this girl (hater chick). It was a mix of me wanting to just win, and succeed at all costs (I spent so much time, got to come through), and me partly actually starting to like this girl. Oh and btw all of these stuff that happened, that's within two months. So finally December comes by and with it exams, and I'm more worried about exams than bitches, but this was a distraction so I finally text her asking what's the deal between us. She says she likes me, but she likes to take things really slow, and she isn't sure if something is really there, and wants to make sure before risking our friendship. To the untrained eye I got friend-zoned, even before I learned game I know what this was meant she liked me. How did I know, because it is exactly what I would have said. Of course she wasn’t going to say "Oh I like you, we should make out, and have sex and stuff", especially considering it was via text, but at the same time, she easily could have said something like "Listen your cool, but I think we should stay friends", which she didn't. So I took this as nothing but a good sign, confirming what I thought, and I was right. So exams go by, we don't spend much time before I'm busy and so was she, then finally she comes by my house during the break, and all signs are still go, holds hands, blah blah blah! but again I don't make a move because I was a bitch. So finally judgement day, 3 days for today marks a year since it happened, the turning point from becoming a bitch, to turning into a PUA. New years, I message her "Will I get a new years kiss when we get back to school"... her response? There wasn't one. She had read it and didn't reply. You see a lot of guys would be shacking up, thinking well fuck I just wasted three months of first year university, this bitch ruined my plans, fuck her, and I was one of those guys minus the whole shacking up part. Right away, instantly I was like well I'm going back to school and wheeling, I was upset mainly by the fact that I wasted by time, didn't care much about getting shut down like that. Oh and hey Btw she came over to my house today, one year haha, funny right? so she is all close to me one day, all signs are go, and were for the past three months I might add, we don't talk for three days and boom, everything changed (Figured out in like a couple days that it was because she basically started to like someone else). So I go back to school and my fears are confirmed, she was a totally different person, she wasn't spending any alone time with me, which was really weird considering if nothing else we were at least good friends. She was avoiding me, and just being a giant bitch in general. Haha sucks right? not really I actually didn't care much that she suddenly didn't want to hook up with me, but I was straight up pissed! The fact that she wasn't trying to be friends with me! Like bitch! I'm just remembering this, what a cunt. The way I looked at it, was we were dating without the whole kissing/sex part (the good part) and this bitch won't talk to me for no fucking reason, won't even say why. So jumping ahead, I go out to the on campus club, and somehow get this HB8.5 at least, some would say even a HB9 like she walked up to me, and well long story short, ended up asking me for my number and everything, she asked me dance, it was fucking nuts, and she comes over to the our residence the next day, by herself, she wanted to hook up I guess, but regardless, this gets hater chick to finally open up to my good friend about what she thinks about us (me and her), and then shortly after opens up to me. Basically telling me to F off, then avoids me for a week (like I never saw her once, which is a very hard task considering were in the same residence). Now at that moment, I went to my room, and tried to do something funny, I actually tried to cry, was relaxed, I mean I was fucking pissed because the cunt won't even let me tell her I don't give a fuck that I'm not hooking up with her. It wasn't like I got a chick hotter than her within the first week of school, without even trying, but whatever. I was in bed, and tried to cry, and I just couldn't I tried, I even tried thinking about other sad stuff. Like I never really cry *knock on wood* haven't for years, cause I'm not a little bitch, but I thought damn this should be sad. And I figured out well I just legitimately didn`t give a fuck, I wanted to see if I actually did, and I just didn't, I just didn't care, all I was was extremely pissed off. Every since that day I've never given this girl a hug, never said anything nice about to her, but I still hang out with her enough because she is a now a member of my social circle. (Which pisses me off even more! I made the bitch, all of her friends she knows through me!) No one notices which is funny, I went from complementing her like every day (I know, I know, remember this is before I knew game), and giving her a hug every time I saw her, and every time I left, to never doing either in the blink of a eye. Haha I'm ranting again, back to how I became a PUA, so right after she basically told me off, I basically took like a day or so to get over it, then was on with my life with nothing but pure anger towards this girl. Can't think of a nice thing to say about her, simply put, the chick walks about with an ego because she believes she rejected me. In reality I rejected myself, I got tired of the games, but again, not explaining all of that, it’s a long enough story as is. So I took at anger and basically turned it into motivation, like always I was going to keep getting better, and keep getting bigger, stronger, fast, smarter, expect this time I had a person`s who's face I could rub my success in. And just to put the cherry on top, I felt like she compared me to another dude and I lost. I couldn`t loss, I can never live with the idea that someone is better than me, that a girl who compare me to anyone, literally anyone and I would loss. I always need to be the best dude period, and knowing that a lost a girls comparison, just set me into overdrive, if I wasn`t already the best, I was sure as hell about to be. So I started to go to the gym more, I started to think a little bit more about wheel, and to my shame I wasn't having as much success in the second semester of university as I was in the first. But none the less I did have some success and I did go to the gym slightly more. But what really came to mind was the summer. Just like in high school I began to live for the start of second year university. I had a plan, to leave for the summer, and come back a totally new person, to reward myself for my hard work, I would rub it in that bitches face for the first day directly, and just indirectly for the rest of the time she knows me.
I had to plan, April I was going to go to the gym everyday and do some light workouts and cardio to try an drop fat (I was already thin, but I wanted like no fat, just muscle), and stop drinking at the point until September/the start of second year with the goal of getting a better 6-pack (kind of had one, but wasn't even close to visible enough for my liking). During the summer, starting on the first day I got back, until the day I left for school again I was going to go the gym every single day, and workout hard! I was going to do the workout plan that worked every well for my good friend with a similar body type to me, just add in more exercises. I had to goal to drop fat in April, put on as much weight in muscle mass through May, June, And July, and finally workout just as hard, if not harder in August, but add in some cardio to get my 6-pack as ready as possible. And to add to it all, I wasn't going to talk to anyone from my university (other than my housemates/guy friends), wasn't going to post any picture of myself. I was going to completely disappear as to create a shock effect when I got back. I wanted everyone to comment on how much bigger I got, and how much better I looked. And to add to it all, I wanted to learn a new thing or two about game. You see I actually fully planned myself for everyone of my failures, in everything I do, and I was very frustrated with the many many mistakes I made with hater chick, but above all I was upset I didn't try to kiss her... I never even tried haha. So I decided to top all of that working out I was going to be doing, plus the work I was doing (8am - 5 pm Monday - Saturday during the summer), I would read Neil Strauss's The Game, A book my older brother (The same one who told me of cocky funny) told me to read. Hopefully somewhere within that book I would learn a good way to go about kissing a girl. Haha that's the thing, that's the only reason I was planning on reading that book. You see I never read for fun, but I was so mad I never even tried to kiss this girl, and blamed to back that I had no moves to go about doing it. So along came April, and I did everything exactly as planned, in fact I did everything I planned in the summer exactly as planned. I went to the gym 4 days in a row, than took a break day, I ate as much food as possible to try to gain weight, and I avoiding every single gathering of kids from my school the entire summer it went perfectly. By the end I put on over 10 pounds of muscle, somewhere between 10 - 14 to be more exact (Less than I wanted, but still was very good for four months of work). And it was legit muscle too, my body fat went up such a small amount, and I had a way better 6-pack than before. For the first time in my life I was wearing sleeveless shirts and everyone I saw kept complement on how much bigger I've gotten (I literally never got a complement on my body from anyone in my home town my entire life until that summer, was just told I was too skinny my entire life before that then) and just as importantly I came through and began to read The Game. It was funny, at first I didn't reach much at all, but nearly the mid point in the summer I was only half way done, and thought I know some stuff (I knew nothingggg at that point lol) but one thing was important, the world just began to open up, I just began to see the game, attraction, everything so differently. The more I read, the more I wanted to read and the quicker I read it, the first half of the book took me nearly a month to read, the second half took me less than a week. As I was reading everything I ever thought about of attraction began to be given a name. I thought I perfected cocky funny, and never realized it was a actually thing till I read the part of David Deangelo, some of the lines he used were exactly things I would say, word for word sometimes, and it was all stuff that I thought I had made up myself (I did, I just learned the ways though experience really). The indirect approach was given a name! I always told every guy to not walk up to a girl and show interest right away! I would walk up and ask a girl at a party what the address was "my friends are coming and I don't know" I would say, and open like that. Little did I know that way of opening is widely used by the best pick up artiest in the world. I would always say don't show interest right now, become the guy she wants, show that you are superior to her. DHV! DHV! DHV! I didn't know that any of this stuff was real! I didn't know that a community was built around these concepts! and it was amazing! Here I was, always a student of game, always learning what worked best and learning slowly but surely, I realized that I was on the path that mystery appeared to have once walked. I mean totally different in a lot of way, but I mean being a self taught student of game, learning from experience. As I read I seemed to totally forget why I started (to learn a kiss close) and was just mind blown that all this stuff I thought was true actually was. Everything just began to make so much sense, they were right! Everything was right! But I realized what The Game was, it wasn't a how to manual, it was an introduction. I believe in the community, the mystery method, I believe in all of this, I know if I learned it, I would one day have the same success that Neil had. When I finished the game (the first book I had ever read cover to cover, that wasn't for school) I right away went online, and order the mystery method, Introducing NLP, Rules of the game, downloaded books about magic tricks, audio books like, 48 laws of power, What everybody is saying, art of seduction that I would listen to while I worked. I downloaded inner game stuff, Steve P stuff, everything I could find. I was addicted. I couldn't get enough of the game. I started by reading a book my older brother had on body language, and had to the idea to take notes on the important things, or things I thought to be important. I was going to learn this stuff like I was studying for a test in university I was going to make it all second nature, the way I made cocky funny second nature all those years ago. And so it began, work began to die down, but I didn't care about getting money anymore, I had gotten a lot over the first couple months, now all I cared about was game, oh and the gym of course. I started by reading the body language book, than tried to do the style life challenge. Issue was there are like no girls out and about in my town, and working on my schedule, plus gym (which I could not miss no matter what.) so I just put it off for a while. Once I once done the first body language book I downloaded Styles "The Annihilation method" and a DVD copy of "The mystery Method". I watched and took notes on everything they said, and for the first time I started to get real routines from it. I continued to copy all the routines from rules to the game (at the back of the book) and looked everywhere I could find a cool new routine as I continued to power though all of this new material I had bought. I read exact and every book I bought, and watch every video I could find of mystery and style, (Say other PUA's, and I felt like I connected the most to how these guys do it, rather than a lot of the other PUA's). Each and every book I felt like I learned a world of new material from, and I couldn't stop, I was the sponge wanting to soak in as much knowledge as possible. After about a month and a bit of doing nothing but reading, learning and gym (while about 25 hours of work a week on average) I felt like I had enough to finally go into the field and try this new found super power. I would have gone into the field before, but I felt like everyday I learned so much more, so until I reached the point where I felt I learned more from reading, than from actually doing, I was going to study study study. I went to a party with a few friends, one of which I chooses to be my wing, teaching him some tricks that require two people quickly before we headed out. Once there I quickly caught up with some friends and proceeded to try out my new super power. The first "set" I ever opened (I mean the first set I opened, with the knowledge of what a set is lol) went like this. I walked into the bathroom and saw three girls go "Ugh someone just went in". I had writing just the names of about 5 - 6 openers I had memorized, plus about 12 DHV's I know very well. I took the opportunity of being alone in the bathroom to read the titles, remind myself quickly what to do for each and decide which one I would do to this set. I decided on "Two part kiss opener" and never looked back, It's been my go to opener ever since. That night realized a number of things. First OMG THIS SHIT IS AMAZING! I'M GOING TO BE A GOD, Second Using the same opener the entire night works very well, (There is a hundred reasons for this, but I strongly suggests using the same opener, if nothing else at least it will make sense to someone who overhears you asking two different girls for there opinion on the same thing), and third that it would have to take practice, and lots of it, the routines worked very well, and the many many one liners I had all worked very well as well, but the whole mixing them into a conversation naturally, and a few other things were going to be challenging. That first night just increased my motivation to learn more and get better, like I said before, I became addicted to pick up. But I only had a few more weeks until university was supposed to start, and I thought that I would change my view on game so much, and when I first read to The Game to learn a couple kiss closes I would have never expected that I would have ended up with 50+ pages of lines, routines and notes. But now knowing my true potential I know wouldn't be happy until I reached it, so had to bring game into overdrive, and practice as much as a possible could in the last two weeks, and learn as much as I could. I quit my job a couple weeks early so I could focus on improving my game, it wasn't a big deal considering I was going to quit when I left for school anyway. So the next two weeks I had a solid amount of practice, and probably opened just under 100 sets, with a lot of success. With the base amount of knowledge I know going into the sets I didn't have to worry only about improving the opening, I was able to walk through the opening with success in just about ever set I entered, after about the 10th time it felt just like second nature, walk past, talk over the shoulder, turn body away, when I say this turn my body towards then, stand as if I was about to leave (the body language books help a lot with this), o she touched me, "hey hey hands of the merchandise", o she said she liked something unique "Omg you like that too? No way! I can't even talk to you" *turn around*, *she grabs my shoulder to turn me back around* (IOI), "hey hey hands of the merchandise this shit aint free you know" turn back around continue conversation, you've gotten an IOI, test for some others, Continue. It was amazing how quickly I started to remember the stuff, and it was amazing, but not surprisingly working very well. So my dress rehearsal came just a few days before school was to start, I was going to a friends house out of town and picked up one of my wings Tune on the way. On the way I went over some routines with him and taught him a few things, and well not to give a full field report, the night went well let`s say. I successfully attracted at least three girls (got more than 5 IOI's from each), one of which had a boyfriend, (I never did any routines or anything with her, she was my friends friend, and I wasn't attracted to her, so just talked normally, but that was enough I guess), two of them were good looking girls who I stole from a group of guys, one of which I kiss closed, which was totally lame because she was actually good looking a really cool, wish I could have at least hung out with her longer, but her friends literally, not joking, literally dragged her to the car, because she didn't want to leave, but there friends were her only ride home. (I could have drove her, but she had work at 6:30 in the morning, and that just wasn't worth it to me, I wanted to open more sets anyway, the night was young). So finally the first day of school came and I had planned to make our house famous, and just as importantly make Thomas Anderson famous. Well the entire week was a success to a T, just amazing, I kiss closed a number of girls, went further with other, but the thing is I never invested time into a single girl, or even a few girls each night, my goal was to open as many sets as possible and that's what I did. I never spent more than 10 minutes on an individual girl, and never 15 minutes on any group over girls, over the course of an entire night. I hosted parties of 150+ people two nights, and one party with 300+ people (insane, it was fucking insane, like out of control, nothing was broken or stolen at any of the parties if you were wondering) and had every single girl at the party know my name, and that it was my house (HUGE DHV, didn't even use routines, literally said "this is my house, I made this happen", and 7 different times, 15 seconds into the set, girls asked for me phone number, like HB7+ all of them too). Thomas Anderson was born, and I was everything everyone else wanted to be, and then some. Oh and to put the icing on the cake, first thing Hater chick said when she saw me was "Wow okay, don't let this go to your head, but you go a lot bigger" ahahah. To quote my female friend whom I am now in the process of closing (Hater chick’s best friend) “So I heard you like wheel hardcore now eh? It is like you left for the summer and came back a new man"`
So there is basically the how Thomas Anderson was born, I know it was long, and I promise my actually field reports won`t be this long. One day I will post the craziest story of my life thus far, I highly recommend you read that once I post it! hopefully everyone enjoys the field reports! Thanks for reading
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