March 15th

So I'm currently in between jobs. The telemarketing thing didn't work out. I'm debating whether or not to go back to school. In the mean time, I'm not letting up on game.

V.P. went to San Diego with one of his regulars for the weekend. I heard that he ditched her and fell in love with some beautiful Chilean chick on the beach. I'll have to check out his field report when he releases it.

Anyway, I did some daygame with Guru. We met up at Whole Foods. We were talking about game and Eckhart Tolle outside on the patio when some chick sitting across from us asked what we were talking about. Guru made some casual convo and then went to talk 1 on 1 with her. The only word I was able to catch was "baby daddy" and sure enough some poor sap walks up on Guru spitting mad game with his chick. Guru shook the dude's hand and introduced himself. I'm pretty sure home boy tried to break every bone in Guru's hand. We knew it was time to bow out so we went inside for that holistic Whole Foods daygame.

There were actually a decent amount of game worthy chicks in there. We spotted this hot milf shopping around. Guru wanted me to open her. The limiting beliefs came rushing in. "She's too old. She's married. She has a teenage son that has more game than me."

Before either of us could open her man came walking up with her. Phew. I got that little rush you get when you realize you dodged a bullet.

I did some shopping for organic juice drinks to get me in state. I think Tyler from RSD refers to it as state juice. If he doesn't than I do. I grabbed some apple cider vinegar shit cuz I heard it was good for you and went to check out because I spotted this hot cashier. I caught her giving me ioi's too...which was crazy to me because in my mind she wasn't the type of girl that would give a shit about me. I still carry around the belief that there are girls that are "out of my league." I've been chipping away at these beliefs, and after this it would be cut down even more.

I went up to her and asked if she could ring me up. She said she liked my necklace (it's called peacocking kids...refer to pages 1-300 of a popular book called "The Game") and asked what it meant. I told her it's Buddhist and has a Yin Yang carved into it which represents duality. I asked her if she had tried the juice shit I was buying. She said she hasn't but that a lot of people buy it. I glanced at her name tag and said thanks <name that was on nametag>. She smiled and I walked away, state juice in hand.

Ah. What a peachy little discourse I had with hot cashier chick. Hmm...maybe I should have number closed?

I found Guru shopping with some chick he cold approached; orgainic toilet paper in hand. His chick proceeded to tell him that she had a boyfriend and we left the store. On the way to the car, I told Guru about what happened with the cashier chick. I asked him if I should have gotten the number. He was like yeah what the fuck...go back in there. But would do I say? That will be weird. He said just go out up and be like look this juice taste like shit. I was thinking about returning it. Maybe we could work something out though...why don't you give me your number and I'll hold onto it.

So I did a 180 and went back to her. I told her that this juice is quite pungent and I'm not sure if I can drink it. She was like well would you like a refund? I replied, how about this...I'll hold onto it but I gotta get your number. The cashier smiled and wrote her number on a piece of paper and gave it to me. I said out loud, oh come on it can't be that easy. I gotta put in more work than that. I probably shouldn't have kept that thought in my head. It worked out though and I walked off giving everyone in line that satisfied smirk that says "Y'all wish you had that courage...don't you?? I'm a fucking pick up artist!"

It's these little victories that keep you in the game. The thrill of victory trumps the sting of rejection.

After that we went to Old Town. Guru number closed some recently divorced chick and got a k-close. I still was feeling apprehensive towards opening. Eventually, we got to this midget bar. There was a little block party going on for St. Patrick's Day. There was like a 7 set sitting in a circle with 2 lame ass dudes. Guru wanted to burn it down. Noooo. I still can't violate social conditioning at will. He said, well can we at least sit behind them? Yea...sure. I can do that. So we sat behind them. Guru of course chimed into their conversation when he saw an opportunity. The chicks shut him down. Guru turns to me and says, "Yeah. These chicks hate us". We enjoyed a good chuckle at their distaste and went inside. Once inside we approached a two set. We told them that they should take a seat with us. They asked why and I said because adventure. One chick said she loved adventure. Perfect, so do I. So they sat with us. The one friend was fucking comatose. She was glued to her iPhone and a 1000 volts of raw game couldn't resuscitate her. The other friend was pretty friendly and me and Guru tag teamed her with convo. I told the chick that Guru's name was Mystery. The chick ended up actually knowing who Mystery was and asked if it was like that pick up artist guy. Oh shit...we've been found out. We just roll with it and Guru ended up # closing her because my phone was dead. After they left, I hopped into a 4 set sitting down.

They were all in their 30's probably. I said screw it. Do it for the reference. I asked if I could take a seat and get in on their conversation because it seemed like they were having the most fun in the bar. The oldest chick their was being real nice to me, but not really in the man to woman way. I think more in the mother to son way. Game?

I held the set down with pretty straight forward small talk. Then Guru rolls up and sits down. The oldest chick recognizes him from a bootcamp Guru had run awhile back. She was like you're the guy who calls himself a dating coach aren't you? You said you had clients with you and you were teaching them how to pick up women. This chick proceeded to shit test the fuck out of Guru and questioned his dating coach status. THIS is where I am weak in game. I would have caved. Not in total pushover way where I would have bowed down to this chick...but I would have maybe given an inch. As a bystander, I felt myself wanting to defuse the confrontation in the room. I can't handle confrontation...period.

Guru rolled with the punches though and wouldn't give in. At one point she said that there is something about Guru that makes him shady or untrustworthy. Guru responded instantly saying that it's called sexual tension and the set laughed. We ended up bouncing out without number closing or anything.

We went back to Whole Foods because I left my car there. I had been texting cashier chick and she happened to still be working. I spotted a 2 set sitting down. Perfect opportunity given the location. I made the same mistake that I always make...I hesitate. Sure enough they walk out. I was about to buy some energy bars. Guru says I'll hold your shit go get them. So I bounce out of the store and look to see where they went. By now they are in the parking lot. Limiting beliefs flood in..."It's dark and these chicks are gonna think you are a sexual predator and pepper spray your ass". Fuck you mind! I'm not my thoughts.

I catch up to them and ask them why they are following me...I'm just trying to find my car. I did this to instantly twist the frame so it doesn't look like I'm chasing them in a dark parking lot (which is literally what I'm doing). I get them to stop and bait them into casual convo. Turns out the hot one is 18 and the other one is 17. I end up getting the 18 year old's number.

I set up day 2's with both the chicks I met. The younger one flaked on the coffee date. I'm picking up the hot one from Whole Foods tonight and going downtown. Still trying to secure a day 2 with the cutie from a few days ago but she's showing low levels of interest.

Takeaways
The typical person will do more to avoid pain than to gain pleasure.

Define your non-negotiables and never let anyone violate them.

Acknowledge the limiting beliefs that enter your mind. Don't try to push the anxiety away...embrace it and carry on with the approach.

Not everyone has to like you. You can make yourself look like a fucking lunatic and it won't even put a dent in the universe...nobody gives a fuck about you.

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March 17th

I'm gonna knock this FR out quick while my emotions are still fresh. I had three chicks flake on plans today. The last one hit me up first and then flaked right before. So my takeaway here is never feel bad for double booking.

So I decided to run some Sunday night game with VP. He had a pretty successful outing in Cali. I'm looking forward to running some out of town game myself. We went to Mill and got blown out. I did happen to see one of my flakes out on what looked like a double date. I actually knew her through social circle, and I had the opportunity to f-close but I stopped just short because I didn't have a damn condom on me at the time. The lesson here is always take physical escalation as far as you can...especially when you have the opportunity. Playing it safe/slow will is a waste when they are going to flake in the end anyway

We ended up going to Old Town. Didn't really open much in Old Town and there were hardly any sets. I did happen to run into a buddy from high school who happened to work at one of the clubs. He said he would hook me up next time I go there. So I at least got some networking done. I strongly believe in meeting as many people in general as possible. You never know when an acquaintance might save your neck.

Big Takeaways:
I'm big into Paul Janka right now. Paul Janka had a powerful quote that I definitely relate with right now: "The only power you can have through cold approach is through playing the numbers". I'm getting to hung up on girls that I pull through cold approach, and I expect too much out of them. Janka treats the game like a fun side hobby. If you consider it anything more, you are gonna get burned out. Play the numbers, be abundant, send out the mass texts, always be closing, and always be adding to the inventory.

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March 18th

I'm gonna type up this FR while I can still remember the details of what happened tonight.

So me and VP hit Mill for St. Patties Day. He said his record for k-closes last St. Patties Day was 4. His all time record for k-closes in a night is 10. So naturally I wanted to out game him tonight. My record for k-closes in a night was I think only two. So we had a few drinks and went out to game.

St. Patrick's Day was a field day. We were opening sets left and right. I can't remember each set individually, but I basically would just open and drive towards a k-close to show up VP. I ended up getting 5 k-closes. The IOI's were blatant tonight. I had three different girls open me. My favorite move was to give them the old come hither with the fingers after I got an IOI. One of the chicks opened me, bought me a drink, and wouldn't let me k-close...which confused me. I got 9 numbers total, and I tried to k-close with almost all of them with the french good bye. Most of them tried to devour my face, and some restricted me to a kiss on the cheek.

I'm not gonna lie, I felt pretty on point tonight. I remember spotting this one hot chick on the dance floor. A whole group of dudes spotted her and one of the homies was like "watch this dudes I got this". I saw him and was like fuck that. You're not gonna pull. He came in weak and was gonna try to get her attention with a shoulder tap or some shit. I came in face to face and blew homies out. I built some solid rapport and # closed. I tried to go for the K-close but she just gave me cheek. She said she was a shot girl at Old Town. That's a hired gun right there. Don't ever think any chick is unobtainable. It's one of the most limiting beliefs out there.

I actually ended up pulling another hired gun at the country bar. I was posting up against the wall and I saw her make eye contact with me. I wasn't smiling or anything, and I saw her make a sad face. She must have thought I was sad. I did the come here move with my fingers and she walked over. She asked why I was sad and I told her it was because I hadn't met her yet. VP's regular girl tried to wing for me and started saying shit like I was such a cool guy. I appreciated the effort but that type of obvious winging comes off as cheesy I feel like. A true wingman simply paves a way for good logistics and neutralizes obstacles. Girls don't know that shit though and I was like gtfo chica don't you understand that I'm in state right now? Anyway, I ended up pulling the girl onto the dance floor and #/K closing.

Despite breaking my own K-close record in a night, what probably stuck out to me was the fact that I was fucking robbed. I was talking to this blonde chick at one of the bars. Cold approach obviously. I saw her friend getting hit on by this busted dude, so she was left unoccupied. So I came in went to work. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but I wanted to get the makeout and beat VP. I was doing pretty well, and the number close would have been in the bag. She wanted me to grab a straw for her, so I went to snag one real quick. I don't think this was a shit test or anything...but at the same time I really didn't have to go get this chick a straw. It would prove to be my downfall. In that 10 second window, some random dude rolls up on her. I wasn't sure if she knew him at first so I didn't immediately interrupt. After a little while, she made the "I don't know who this guy is, this is kind of weird" eyes to me. The guy was hugging her and shit. VP was watching and tried to coach me out of the situation. "Take her arm and just say hey we should go over here" and pull. I couldn't do it. I was watching myself get robbed by some tatted up chode. Eventually I reopened. I talked about how I got the straw for her. She was still reacting warmly to me. I kind of got into the conversation they were having for a little bit, but never spoke directly to the dude or introduced myself. We both know that we were trying to game this chick. The dude knew what to do. He told the chick that they should get a drink and he pulled her to the bar. I'm pretty sure I saw the chick glance back at me. She wanted it to have been me. I immediately said fuck it onto the next one.

VP was a little disappointed. I was alright at the time, because I still figured I had time to beat VP. Immediately after that chick I rolled into another set and made out with this other chick. That was good, but at the end of the night I would come up one short to VP. VP ended up coasting after 6 k-closes and brought a regular back home. Had I stood up for myself and pulled that chick away from the cock block, I would have tied VP.

I realized that this robbery held some personal significance. I could care less about the girl. She wasn't my type and I didn't find her all that attractive. I guess that's how I was able to defend my weak behavior for not going for the counter-pull. How I handled that robbery though is what separates me from VP right now. He would have taken that chick's arm and pulled her away from the dude. That is why he beat me tonight. I couldn't do it. I have been socially conditioned to avoid confrontation at all costs.

What I learned tonight is that I will never be able to out game VP until I'm able to accept the fact that sometimes to get what I want, other people will get pissed off. I have to accept that not everyone is going to like me.

As of tonight, I will never allow myself to get robbed again
In the initial stages of courtship, dating is a fucking competition. There are winners and losers. Girls aren't gonna stick around because you're a nice guy.
The guy that pulls is the guy that wins
When you are in a bar, nobody has any idea of how you know each other. Use this to your advantage. Never assume that the guy the chick is with is her boyfriend until SHE confirms it.

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March 19th

So I followed up with the 9 numbers that I closed on St. Patrick's Day. I'll provide some stats. I sent a mass text to all of them that just said "Starbucks?" 8/9 texted back. Most of the responses were something along the lines of "who is this?". When they said that, I would respond with "your St. Pattie's Day soulmate". From here, the responses diversified. I'd say 3 of the 9 then became warm leads, and showed legitimate interest. None of the chicks have asked to be put on the DNT (do not text) list, so they will all be included in my mass texts blast.

33% return on investment on a night like St. Pattie's Day isn't too bad. (I think that's correct use of ROI...I wasn't a business major). I should have a day 2 secured with the best option out of the 3 Thursday night and I should have a day 2 with the girl from Whole Foods tonight.

I wanted to make a quick note on flakes though. Flakes are an inevitable part of game, but I have been reading and learning more about how to prevent them. My friend AC gave me some valuable insight the other day. He swore by calling to set up day 2's versus texting. A phone call is a richer form of communication than texting, and it will separate you from all the other guys trying to holler over text. I'm going try this.

Another way to prevent flakes is managing the initial interaction. Here's the link to the thread on reddit that talks about is. http://redd.it/20s00x. It talks about making sure you leave on a high note and links to a parallel research study. When a girl recalls the memory of meeting you, she is most likely going to remember the very last part of the interaction. Leave when her interest is at the apex. It goes along with Mystery's old cat-string theory. If you try to cram your ball of yarn down the cat's throat, he's not gonna want to play with it. If you never give the cat the ball of yarn, the cat will say fuck this I'm gonna get another ball of yarn. You have to keep it just out of reach for as long as possible.

You can do this by micro managing impressions. Eventually though, you should try to build a lifestyle where you a high status male that simply doesn't have time to give all the cat's chasing him his ball of yarn.

I also want to try to open sets differently in night game. I want to try to casually open a lot of sets, eject, and then reopen later.

I haven't heard back from Whole Foods girl. Hopefully she doesn't flake again. If not, I'll write up a post date FR.

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March 20th

So yeah Whole Foods chick flaked tonight. I have a feeling she is gonna hit me up tomorrow though. If she goes completely cold I'll be a little disappointed because she was banging. I had my mind set on going out, so I went through my contacts and started texting other flakes. I came across this chick I cold approached a long time ago at ASU. She didn't return a single one of my texts, but then one night she hit me up out of the blue asking what I was doing. I tried to meet up with her but it didn't pan out. So I texted this chick tonight and she replied instantly with "who is this?". I told her "some dude you met at ASU". She ended up calling me and I explained who I was and she said that she had some friends in town and they were looking for something to do. Long story short, we went back and forth with logistics and it ended up not panning out again. She's 18 and can't get into any bars, so that pretty much just leaves house parties for gaming venues. Meanwhile I was hitting up a different chick who was going out. Long story short she ended up leaving by the time I got there.

I ended up crashing out the bars to at least get some game in. One of the chicks that I madeout with on St. Paddies Day was working at the bar. I had been texting her a little bit, but she stopped responding. She actually remember me though when I walked in and we talked a little. I ended up texting her at the end of the night and she was responding again. I also was opened by a couple chicks at the bar. One of them bought me a drink. Game. Too bad she wasn't hot. Then a different busted chick approached me. She had been staring at me whilst grinding with her boyfriend. My wing bounced out to fuck a regular, so I was posting up by myself. I have found that busted chicks feel obligated to attack at these moments. I guess it's the same way guys like going after lone stragglers...they have no defense. She made me get her number. Fine I'm not going to text you. I didn't even save a name. Then she kept saying "you have to text me". Fuckk. My mind scrambled trying to think of the best way to reject this chick. I should have tried to make her get my number so I could give her a fake one. Or I could have missed a digit when I was entering her number in my phone and played that shit off. I felt bad though because she was being really nice to me and said that she was just looking to make new friends. Gahh I guess I can respect that.

As soon as the bar closes I receive a text. "Hey boo".
That sneaky bitch.

So I deleted the number and now I have to put her on the DNT list. I did end up # closing a pretty cute chick before the bar closed. Gonna hit her up this weekend.

Takeaways:
Don't be afraid to call a flake. Some chicks will answer calls and blow off your texts. Some chicks will also be cool with you in person, but not fuck with you over text. Sometimes chicks that genuinely like you will flake. Don't ever take anything in game (or even life for the most part) personally.

One of the few things I learned from getting a degree in communication is that effective communication is largely dependent on the medium being used. Texting is one of the leanest forms of communication. Face to face is the richest form, with phone calls in the middle. Always go for the richest form of communication available to build an emotional connection.

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March 21st

I recently had a chat with an old mentor of mine who is a practicing Buddhist and works as a marriage counselor. He actually used to dabble in PUA back in the Ross Jeffries days. I have been telling him about my game exploits and development. This dude is kind of what I aspire to grow into right now. I might even go back to school to become a therapist. He gave me some insightful advice.

So I found myself sitting at the bar with VP. Another Thursday night. After seeing many of the same faces, and being in many of the same bars, I had developed a stigma towards myself. Why do I go out 4-5 times a week to pull chicks? Have I become a sleazeball bent on gaining notches in my belt? What do the bouncers and bartenders think of me? Now that I am not working a day job, game has literally become my life.

I asked VP what the goal is now. He said he wanted to get to 50 lays before the end of 2014. I asked him "So once you fuck that 50th chick...will you be happy? Will you feel like you accomplished something?" You will be the same man on the 49th lay...but it's when the odometer hits 50 that you will become something. He laughed and said no...he it will just make him feel like the shit. That right there is what our pursuit of game has largely been. Self-validation. I especially felt the need to show myself that I can pull the girls that I couldn't in high school. I had been pitiful my entire life with girls.

I think this process of shameless self-validating is not an entirely unhealthy cause. Guys like me need a few notches in the belt. I remember gaming this one chick I knew from high school at a country bar not too long ago. I danced with her and went for the makeout. It went fine. No rejection. She hit me up on Facebook later and got my number. I felt like the shit. Freshman year of high school I wouldn't have been able to say a word to her. She was a popular girl and I was a scrub.

After that, I feel like my self-validating goals just evolve. The bar continues to get raised. I want to pull bartenders now. Shot girls. Strippers. Actresses. Michelle Obama. My ego's stomach is never full...it just expands to accommodate more food. I've pulled waitresses. I've pulled a chick who was a stripper (only over the summer...she was a seasonal stripper). I have a day 2 with a cocktail waitress from the country bar I go to tomorrow.

I'm still not satisfied. I turn back to VP. I tell him how everybody who works in the bar industry probably wonder who the fuck we are. I guess their opinions don't matter, but at the same time, I was questioning who I was. I recalled what my mentor friend (let's refer to him as Yoda) had to tell me. He said that he felt it was healthy that I discovered game. He suggested that I incorporate game into all areas of my life, and just tweak it to fit the situation. This is something I have been thinking about for some time now, but I would push it away for the instant gratification of pulling makeout hat tricks on a Friday night.

I told him about all the flakes I had encountered along the way, and how I still feel the sting of rejection. I told him how my deepest goal of gaming was to learn the tricks of the trade so that I could land the dream girl and build an emotional connection. I understand that I should be myself...but what about all the other guys who are "being themselves"? Any given girl that I would want to date is going to have a little harem of guys trying to get at her. What makes me different? This is the question that would fuel my AA. Of course this chick will blow me out. I am approach number 10 of that night. What makes me special?

Yoda told me that everyone is needy...just to differing degrees. Neediness is not unhealthy. How do you deal with rejection and flakes? This is going to sound pretty gay and new-agey...but self-love. If you love yourself...no one can take that love away from you. If you get blown out, you come to the realization that you are still the same bad ass dude. A girl can tell you that "you are a loser with no friends that only a mother could love" (this is a quote from a blowout of mine). Or a girl can fuck your brains out and tell you that you are the most attractive guy she has ever met (a different experience). In either situation, your view of yourself should be the same. This is what guru's refer to as "state". It's self love.

So pity the flakes for cock blocking themselves from a great experience. What makes me different from all the other guys trying to get at the girl? Not a damn thing. We are all just trying to get through our own realities before we die. Why am I even thinking about what makes me different? Why am I questioning my own self-worth? I have proven that I can do shit that other guys dream of. What makes her different?

So I sat with VP and came to a conclusion. I want as many people as possible to know my name. I want to leave a legacy. I want to make a difference in other people's lives. I want to become a guru and write a book like Tony D member147754.html or Neil Strauss. I want to fall so madly in love with myself that I no longer have needs...only wants. My pursuit of game is far beyond getting empty lays. It is a straight up spiritual journey. I guess you can say that my goal is to reach some semblance of Nirvana. I have found that the greatest limiting belief you can instill onto yourself is that of self-infatuation.

So me and VP instituted some rules that we abide by now. Every venue we enter, we have to each open 3 people. If we are on the street between venues, we have to open 1 individual a piece. If we are in a venue and there is a set (mixed or not) within 3 feet, we have to open within 3 seconds. These guidelines (like nearly all the other techniques in PUA) serve as training wheels to get us on the path to Nirvana. I probably sound like a ranting lunatic right now but I'm serious. I want to get as close to a Nirvana-like state as possible in this lifetime.

The rest of the night we integrated this social take-over approach. We had a great time. Guys bought us drinks, VP was macking out with randoms, and I met a cutie from Delaware who was in town for a conference. If you want to read about the night in more detail, hit up VP's blog "Game-Seven nights a week". He gave a more in depth summary. I mostly wanted write about the deeper elements of how my game has changed and where I want it to go.

I gtg. Day 2 with Delaware cutie. Stay posted.

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March 22nd

Got back from the day 2 with Delaware chick. I didn't have a place to pull, so VP lent me his pad. I met up with VP to get his key, then brought her downtown. It was a little tricky at times pretending to live downtown. I don't know the area too well and I had to think on my feet. The date was overall pretty standard. We walked around (too much actually...I underestimated the distance we had to go) and went into a few bars. I bought her a drink (go ahead judge me) and I had a few myself. There was a little bit of a different dynamic because she is only here for the weekend. I played tourist guide a little bit. I guess it helped out. The chick was pretty daring in my opinion to go on a date alone with a guy she just met on a university trip. I danced and made out with her the night before in the club.

I brought her back to "my" place after drinks. I just asked her if she wanted the tour of my place before I drove her back. When I got to the complex, I panicked because I forgot what the room number was. If I couldn't find the room, she would know I didn't live there. I stalled by hitting the restroom and texting VP. He ended up texting me the room number in time and I found it alright.

Once I got inside, the first thing I noticed were empty Magnum wrappers littering the floor. Fuckkk. VP you filthy animal. I played it off by saying that I had a messy roommate living with me currently. We sat on the bed (it's the only thing to sit on) and I made casual convo. After awhile, I went for the makeout. She got on top of me and I did my best to ramp things up. I didn't have this girl completely pegged up until then. She was definitely smart. She went to Catholic school (as did I) so I had that working against me. She seemed pretty down and I felt like the fact she was there with me said something.

I got the top off and was able to do stuff over the clothes. She wouldn't let me go farther than that though. So I kept on trucking and eventually tried again. No joy. After that, I cooled things off. I ended up driving her back to her hotel. I wasn't cold to her or anything after. I was tired and I guess a little disappointed cuz I wanted the lay. Plus, I gave up a Friday night for a day 2. The date was fun, but I definitely would have preferred to be gaming...

After I dropped her off I had to go back to give VP his key. He eventually rolled up with some chick I had never seen before. I think he said it was an old regular...I'm not sure. Maybe he pulled. The chick was not banging but I guess I can't hate. Game is game.

Takeaway
I still feel kind of stifled on day 2's. I always ask boring ass questions and they provide boring ass answers. I mean she was a pretty cool chick and she was intelligent (which is a nice change of pace). I don't really connect that deeply with most girls though. Unless they are into game, I don't really see how to have enjoyable conversations with them. I did use a routine that I have made up, and it went over pretty well. I think I do too much self-screening on dates. I try to hard to manage how they perceive me. I gotta go unfiltered and if they think I'm a freak, then whatever. I also need to condense dates more (as far as time goes).

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March 22nd

So shot girl flaked. I'm tired of having to start Field Reports that way. Lol. I went back and counted the girls who backed out of dates and it added up to 7 in the past month. I have to stop the bleeding here.

So I called up Guru and picked his brain. His advice was you really should never chase (contrary to VP's mindset). You have to be congruent as a high status male. It comes down to not telegraphing neediness. I looked at my text convo and did come off as too wishy washy and weak. I remember something Rollo Tomassi said (author of the book "The Rational Male) about desire. True desire cannot be negotiated and if a chick actually wants to fuck you, then she will do anything to see you. So where I have been failing is setting the appropriate frame early on. In sales, you eliminate non-buyers and flakes by "burning the exits". You qualify to make sure that they are a good fit for the product (the chick is worth your time). If they are, you establish an appointment by confirming every piece of logistics and being firm about it. You should be sub-communicating that you value your time. I'm also gonna try out calling chicks when setting up day 2's every time.

So I am swinging away from the "pull at any costs" paradigm. I am shifting to the "shove my foot in the door and establish the fact that I'm the shit, and have the one's that actually want me chase me" paradigm. If you chase at any cost, it reinforces you to believe that you need the girl. You need to get laid. If I am truly going to embrace a Buddhist philosophy, I can't give power to needs. The only need I can entertain is that of my mission. My need is to no longer have needs.

I also asked Guru what his approach is on day 2's. He said that he essentially talks about what he wants to talk about and qualifies the girl to see if she is a girl that is worth fucking. If she is, then he will sub communicate that he does not want to be this girl's friend. He wants to fuck her. He said you don't always have to go for the pull immediately. You do have to set the frame that the girl knows you will fuck her.

After shot girl flaked, Delaware chick hit me up. She wanted to know what I was doing tonight. It is her last night in town. She obviously doesn't want to fuck, and I want to game. I already told VP that I would meet him at the usual spot at 9.

So I texted her back "Hey. I'm gonna be on Mill with some friends. You wanna pick up chicks with us?"
DC: Haha yeah totally. I'm hanging out with my friends for a while but I'll text you later and we can catch up"
Me: Sounds good.

The thing is, I'm going to be serious about gaming tonight. I like Delaware chick as a person but what is my endgame with her? A long distance relationship? Fuck that. I'm about game right now and I'll tell her that. I'll pull in front of her.

Takeaways
I can no longer use the word need.
If I am going to set up a date, I am going to call the girl.
How do you eliminate flakes and get girls to chase? By having unshakable inner game as well as building the strongest and most authentic emotional connection in the initial interactions/texts
I will never go against my word. If I tell a flake that if she wants to see me she has to ask me, then I will not go back on this

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March 23rd

So up to this point, I've been bitching about not being able to find a quality girl. I've cried (not literally) over all my flakes and my inability to get the romantic connection I craved for after my last break up. I sent mass text after mass text. I went out and pulled sluts hoping I'd wake up more abundant. Well I finally found a girl that I could see myself having a relationship with...and she's leaves tonight. I fell for Delaware chick.

The night started at the usual spot with VP. As I said, Delaware chick was going to hit me up so I had that safety net if I didn't pull much. I did want to see her regardless. Me and VP were still adhering to the 3 set open rule. VP got it done pretty early. He started talking to a guy next to him. The guy responded, but once his food came went to a nearby booth and sat by himself. VP got blown out. I guess the guy didn't want to chat with 2 badass players.

I still needed 3 and we were about to leave. I started talking to anyone I saw. These two guys posted up next to us at the bar. I immediately opened them and got into casual conversation. Turns out it was an uncle and his nephew in town from Cali. They were a little drunk and out to party. They ended up buying us like 4 rounds of drinks. The older guy smelled that we had game. He was like "if I was younger and looking to get girls, I'd be hanging with you guys". He wanted to get his nephew fucking laid. Me and VP were game. Social game leads you into the craziest situations. So we agreed to wing the nephew.

We didn't get far though. After the first bar we lost them. I was actually a little disappointed. I felt like I should have provided them game in exchange for free alcohol. Whatever, we tried.

We went to another one of our regular bars and went to town on the 3 casual opens. The first guys we talked to thought we were pretty weird. Whatever bros...I didn't even want the D in the first place.

I ended up opening two homies at the bar. My favorite bartender chick was working there. (Sidenote: I am trying to turn away from external validation BUT pulling this chick is an ambitious goal of mine) I started chatting the guys up about how one goes about landing a bartender. They said they had been trying to get at her for awhile. I laughed and told them wtf that's my girl. I asked the dude if he had the opportunity to hit that bartender, if he would poke holes in the condom so she was forced to stay with him. The dude said no because you can't be with a girl like that. Every guy is trying to get at her. I didn't disagree with the dude...but I'd probably poke a hole or two.

Delaware chick hit me up and she met me at the bar. She was looking nice. Too sophisticated for Mill ave. I grabbed her hand and we all bounced out of the bar. Once we got onto the street we knew that we had to fulfill our street open quota. VP wasted no time and hit up a busted set. I mean they weren't tooo bad, but I felt like it was a bad representation of the type of chicks we hit up for Delaware chick. I definitely made it known that I wouldn't have dived into that set. To each his own I guess.

Before we got into the next bar, I told some dude I liked his shirt. Street open fulfilled. VP ended up opening another set. When we got in a line, me and VP made us open nasty sets around us. We have gotten into the habit of trying to out due each other with the way we open and who we open. He made me open some nasty set in front me. They were all wearing these hideous matching flower shirts. I asked them if it was planned. They said yeah and pointed to the birthday girl (there is always a fucking birthday girl somewhere in a club). I went into the usual rapport bs and then got out. I made VP open a group of butch lesbians to our right. I don't remember how he did it. He usually goes situational when there is no objective to pull. Meanwhile Delaware chick is taking this all in. I'm not sure what she thought of us. I ended up telling her the rules we put on ourselves so she had some idea why we were doing what we were doing. I even got her to play with us. She opened a few guys with saying hi. It was pretty funny to watch the expressions on the guy's face. Their eyes would light up. Then they would see me trailing behind her, holding her hand as we walked by.

It definitely felt good to go into a club for once with a chick I actually liked, while still socially gaming on the side. I felt like I had way more social proof walking in, and other girls paid more attention. Plus, Delaware chick understood the context. We would only see each other for that weekend. There is no possibility of long term commitment, so game can't be punished. I did make up my mind that I wasn't going to score a bunch of makeouts or anything in front of her. I had more respect than that.

Once we were outside, I spotted a two set at the bar. Me and VP went over to open. Delaware chick hung back with one of my other buddies. I ended up # closing and went back to Delaware. I think my buddy felt uncomfortable being left with the chick I had just met while I went to game more chicks. Delaware didn't seem to mind though. We walked around some more and I ran into a few people I knew, including the nerdy dude me and VP have been trying to mentor. I was amped when I saw him and said what's up. I like that guy...he has more courage than most of my natural player friends. Plus he thinks me and VP are the shit.

We posted up for a little while, and I made sure to finish the rest of my venue opens because we were about to leave. My last open to meet the quota was asking some dude about his shirt. It had a Starbucks logo, but the mermaid chick was holding guns. I talked about his gayass shirt and built a little rapport. I introduced Delaware chick to the set (it was two dudes). They definitely became a little more open to talk once she became part of the picture. VP was nearby and I think he noticed I hadn't been too touchy feely with Delaware. He ordered me to K-close. So I kissed her right there without saying anything. (A little side note on this. Do what you want without fear of thinking the chick you are with is going to think you are weird. There really is no such thing as "the right time". Girls like spontaneity...don't be afraid to provide it.

So after awhile, Delaware chick said she had better get back to her hotel, and invited me to come with. So I told the guys I would get her home and then probably come back to game. Me and Delaware took a taxi back to her hotel.

I was a little buzzed from the free drinks from earlier. We had the hotel for ourselves. Despite the LMR the previous night, I figured I would see where things could go again. I ended up getting more or less the same amount as before. I tried to push the envelope a little more, but she eventually said she was getting tired. We started talking, and she asked if that was really my place last night. I ended up spilling the truth. I have a habit of doing this. I told her my name wasn't really Enso. Enso is the name I give sketchy girls I meet in clubs. She said she knew that the place wasn't mine because I had to check the room numbers when we were walking up. I think she felt a little betrayed, but I told her what was truth and what wasn't. The only things I lied about were my name and that VP's place was my place. She said that we could have just went to back to the hotel that night. So I think the takeaway on that was don't lie if you don't have to.

I asked her if she was a virgin. She asked why I had asked that. I told her because she went to Catholic school (I actually asked her because I was curious why she wasn't putting out). She said she wasn't a virgin, but that she wasn't very experienced. I'm thinking she had only had maybe 1 or 2 sexual partners so it explains the LMR. She asked me if I thought I was gonna get laid the night before. I told her that I always go for it, and that some chicks respect me less if I don't. She didn't seem offended, she said something like "Yeah I guess you might as well." In a way, I respected her a lot for not letting me have sex with her. Respect wasn't going to help much though when she went back home across the country.

She put her bra back on, and that's when I knew she wanted to cash out with the fooling around. I wasn't quite done though. We went to do our goodbye hugs. She definitely didn't want me to go, and she knew I wanted to go back to game. I did too...but I also wanted to spend time with her. Our goodbye hug turned into a competition to see who commits to saying goodbye first. We ended up making out again, and I ramped things up. She wouldn't let me go under the skirt. I think she sensed that I wanted more that what we had been doing. She went for my belt. I had my pants down in the blink of an eye...I didn't leave the chance for her to get stuck trying to get the belt off and the zipper down (been there before). I ended up getting the hj, and I guess I was satisfied with that. I told her I wanted to marry her after. I meant it too. She was the best lead I had been able to generate since the 27 year old who ditched me. This chick was smart, cute, and not sexually seasoned. She fit the criteria for what I had been slaving over finding...and I would never see her again. I told her how I had met a lot of girls so far, but she was special. I meant it too. I told her that Mill is full of flakey Mill rats and I wanted something real. I said something sarcastic at one point, and she asked who had hurt me. I laughed and told her everyone I had ever met. She got the subtext though. Neither of us wanted to leave. She said she would walk me to the elevator. We kissed one last time. The elevator door started to close and she didn't break eye contact. I stopped the door with my foot before it could close and kissed her again. I smiled, and the doors shut for good.

Fuck. My life is turning into a summer romance novel.

It was 2:30 am and the bars were closed. I called the nerdy dude we roll with (VP refers to him as Smith in his FR's) to see if him and VP were doing some hail mary game. (Me and VP call the time after the bars close Hail Mary game because it is essentially spitting game with drunk chicks on the street and hoping for a miracle. I think RSD guys refer to it as gutter game). Smith said he was at a strip club. That dog. I had to get back to my car that was parked on Mill. I didn't want to take a taxi, and I didn't want to walk. Walking would give me too much time to think about what my life has come to. So I said fuck it, I'm still athletic. I'm running back. So I pounded out a mile in boots. The places game takes me...

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March 24th

The final chapter with my fling with Delaware.

So the night before I ended up opening up to Delaware and told her how I'm a two-faced Gemini. There's Enso, the poetic Buddhist player...and there's the inner fatalistic AFC.

I remembered that Delaware alluded to the fact that she would have one more day in town. I hit her up and she said she would love to hang out.

I took her to my favorite bar that is off of the main strip. It is really old, and supposedly haunted. It used to be a house that was converted into a pub. I gave her the tour and told her about the history surrounding it. I also took her to a little coffee shop next door. We talked about Buddhism and religion.

The sun was starting to set. I took her on campus and showed her a secret spot where there is a bench and trees. We sat down and talked more. It was starting to get dark, and we knew there wasn't much more time. We talked about love and death. I asked her what her fears were, and if she was afraid to die. She told me some of her personal phobias. She said that she wasn't afraid to die, but that she would be afraid of how her parents would take it.

But if you are dead how will you know or care that your family is mourning?

She said that she believes that if you are soul is not at rest, you can have consciousness after death. I referenced the Tibetan Book of the Dead, because it is related to this concept. I asked her if she believed in soul mates.

She said that she believed in premonition and that things happen for a reason. She said that she wanted to believe that certain people are supposed to meet, and that they continue to meet in other lives after death. She said that maybe our souls had met in a past life.

I told her I don't believe in that. I have no evidence in my life that romantic love can be unconditional.

There was silence. After awhile, she looked me in the eyes and said that she could tell that my heart had been broken. I wasn't sure what to say, but I'm man enough to admit that I was close to tears.

I told her what I believed.

The only thing I believe in is myself. I'm the one that met her gaze that night in the bar. I waved her over, with the confidence that can only be forged from being rejected too many times to count. Out of all the other guys in that crowded bar...I pulled her. Fate doesn't exist. I am fate. This life is suffering and the only way to happiness is through non-attachment. Ironically, I sat there...more attached than ever before.

I then remembered a routine I had made up awhile ago, and decided to use it with her. I asked her what she would do if she had a month to live. She said she would travel the world. I asked what she would do if she had a day to live. She said she would spend it helping people. I asked what she would do if she had an hour to live. She said she would have dinner with her family. Then I asked what she would do if she had 10 seconds to live...starting now. I counted down and she couldn't think of anything. I told her she wasted the last 10 seconds of her life. She asked me what I would have done. I kissed her.

She asked me to make her a deal. She would never forget me, but she wanted me to never introduce myself as Enso to another girl ever again. She wanted that alter ego to be our secret. I thought about it. I don't think this girl quite understood what she was asking of me. She was asking me to quit the game. I told her I couldn't do it. I can't stop being Enso yet.

I took her back to her hotel so she could catch her shuttle to the airport. We kissed one last time and she walked inside. I started driving away. I still felt like I was leaving things unfinished. I asked if she made it to her shuttle okay. She said that it was going to run 15 minutes late. I told her I would drive her to the airport. She asked if I would have to turn around. Without responding, I pulled up into the lobby. I got out and waved her over with my fingers...just like when I met her. She got in and I drove her to airport. She rested her head on my shoulder. I asked her if there was anything she wanted to say in the next 15 minutes we had together. She thought back to the game we played when I told her she had 10 seconds to live. She couldn't think of anything. I tried to get her to tell her things about herself that would make me hate her so I wouldn't feel so bad saying goodbye. She asked me what Enso meant. I told her that Enso is an art form in Zen Buddhism. It symbolizes absolute enlightenment, strength, elegance and Mu...or the void. The artist paints a circle in one uninhibited stroke. Once it is painted, it is left untouched.

We got to airport terminal. I got out her bags and everything. I hugged her. She thanked me for turning around and getting her. She said she would miss me. I told her maybe it is a good thing that she has to leave...we can leave things perfect.

I told her how I had been waiting to meet a girl like her. She asked what made her different. I told her she's a good girl. She said that there's plenty of good girls out there. She really had no idea what I have been out doing for the past several months. I told her I would have married her half jokingly. I was sad to go back to Mill rats. She said that you never know how things work out. I agreed but told her she can't wait for me. She accepted. I told her I couldn't give her Enso, because Enso is going to become a famous PUA. I wanted to give her something tangible to remember me by, so I gave her one of my wristbands. She said she wanted me to promise that she would see my name plastered all over tabloids. I promised her that she would. I picked her up and kissed her for the last time. She walked to the door and gave me one last glance, and the saddest wave.

As I drove home, I felt the void. I knew what I had to do though. As much as I didn't want to in that moment, I had to go back to it. It is the only thing that I have now.

I hit up VP and got ready for another night of game.

We met up at the same spot I met up with Delaware that day. I told VP of my experience. Don't let his field reports fool you guys...he told me he still loves Chilean chick (his weekend crush). We accepted reality though. All we have now is game.

We fulfilled our social set quotas. The bars were pretty dead. VP managed to get another free drink out of a homie. After that we bounced to Old Town. I ended up running into the shot girl who flaked on the coffee date. She was a little tipsy. I didn't bring up how she flaked. This chick is attractive, but it was ironic how opposite she was from the girl I had just said goodbye to. Shot girl had to take her drunk friends (more drunk than her) home. She suggested that we re-schedule the coffee date. Before she took off, I pulled her back and kissed her goodbye.

Delaware texted me later saying she takes back her answer. She would wait for me if I asked her to, but she knows I wouldn't do that. She wouldn't ask for me wait for her either.

I want to wait.
But I cant.

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This is your best post so far. It actually made me sad to read it. Awwww.
Gangster.

looks like we are gonna have to go to Delaware to run game.

Yeah maybe I've just been running game on the wrong side of the country. The east coast is where the quality girls are at.

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March 27th

Just got back from some Wednesday night game. I had to go out solo, which is something I don't usually do. I had faith that the night would take me somewhere good, and it did.

When I first got there, I definitely felt stifled and pretty low value rolling by myself. The main reason I went out was because there was a chick that I previously pulled who said she was going to be out. I've been trying to get at her since I met her on St. Pattie's Day. I didn't bank on her showing up though...I never do anymore. I went out with the mindset that if she happens to hit me up, then it will be a nice bonus.

I went to the first bar which had just opened. It was a ghost town. I talked a little to the bartender. I was going to build some rapport, but they didn't seem too friendly. I had one drink and then bounced to the bar that usually pops on Wednesdays.

I got there and it was pretty dead. I posted up at the bar and got a water. I noticed that there seemed to be several guys who were doing the same thing. I opened the guy to my right of me (I had to fulfill my minimum of 3 social opens). I asked him where all the bitches were at. He said they usually come later. He would be right.

That homie didn't seem especially warm, and I noticed a nerdy dude to my left. Nerdy dudes are my favorite guys to talk to. They are usually more friendly and can carry on a conversation. Nerdy dude seemed pretty cool and we got into small talk. A little into the conversation, I asked if he was single. He said yeah. I said perfect. Let's go open those two girls across the bar. He was surprisingly receptive and we walked over to them. I opened and off the bat, home girl did not seem very chipper. I got her into conversation, and was able to stay in set for a decent amount of time. She wasn't given me any good signals though. My new wingman ran out of gas pretty early on with the friend. After awhile, the friend tried to pull my girl away. My girl happened to be from Kansas and we were talking about how she hates the city. Before they left, I told her that I should get her number and show her around the college bars. She said that's okay with a punk ass look on her face and walked away. It's frustrating when warm up sets are stuck up. This chick didn't understand that I was talking to her to get in state so that I would be more inclined to talk to chicks actually worth talking to.

I laughed it off and went back to talking to my new wing. We started to talk about game and he said that his favorite guy is Neil Strauss. The dude said that he was going to meet a guy that is a PUA and can pull. I was interested. He said that the dude has scored SNL's and threesomes. I was amped...I love meeting guys that have game.

Not too much later we went outside and met up with the guy. It turns out he's the same dude that I met not too long ago. There's this group of guys that are I guess in the "RSD inner circle". Smith (the Indian dude that Valleyplaya references in his field reports) is in the group with them. I was amped that I met guys that like game...but my ego still wanted to make sure to out pull all of them. I met all the guys in the group and we started talking. The dudes seemed cool, but there are only maybe two of them that I would consider PUA's...and I don't think they are at the level me and VP are at. (If any of them read this sorry homies...I could be wrong but me and Valleyplaya fucking grind). I'm egotistical right now, but only because I still have to be. I'm searing self confidence into myself before I even think about taking my foot off the gas. Anyway, most of them are students of the craft, who hang out with guys that can pull. Which is totally cool in my book. Everyone starts somewhere, and I'll wing anyone.

I started talking to one of them and he told me what they usually do. These guys definitely put more emphasis on "state" (naturally being students of RSD). He said that when he wants to get in state, he puts 15 minutes on the clock and opens 5 sets within that amount of time. He challenged me to do it. I said fuck it, that should be easy.

I started opening whatever got into my proximity. One dimepiece walked by. Homie was in my ear back seat driving my pulls. He would pointed to her and told me to open. I went for the lingering high five, and just told her to marry me. She smiled and kept walking. He told me to go up to a nearby 3 set and ask them to give me their best Rick Ross grunt. So I said fuck it and asked them. One of the chicks didn't know what the fuck I was talking about, but her friend played a long and did it. After that set fizzled out I saw a 5 set sitting down. He told me to open with the Cajun drug dealer opener. So I strolled over and asked them if I looked like a drug dealer. I looked to see how receptive each girl was on the open. Initially, most were pretty closed off. I ended up getting warm responses from one of them, so I just went 1 on 1 with her (she was nearest to me). I ended up getting the number close, and bounced. (One thing I took from this set was that you don't absolutely have to entertain the whole set...if you can make connection with one you want then do what you have to do and bounce)

I told a few passing chicks stupid shit just to get my opens in. Once we got inside, homie was still calling out his challenges. He stopped and said "dude wait...look at that chick. She's so hot". I posted up and saw a blonde in front of me. Not my type but I'll game. So I opened her. I went through the usual routine. She ended up being an out of towner...same as most of the other sets I had talked to. I told her I would show her around and got the number. I left with the french goodbye. She wasn't down with the kiss on the lips. I didn't care, I was still doing it to pump state.

Outside, homeboy told me to open some nasty tweaker chicks outside on the patio. I went up and told one of them that I liked her gayass elephant necklace. We started talking and homie came into the set. He told the set that I was a drug dealer. I went along with it and told them I was the Walter White of pot. They started talking about drugs. I would interrupt them and tell them that I am known for my Purple Bubble Gum Kush (I've never smoked weed before...I would just make up different fake strains of weed). Those chicks got boring, and I ended up leaving the set. When I got inside, I heard a rapper on the mic. His voice sounded strange though...it sounded like Andy Milonakis. I turned around and sure enough, Andy Milonakis was rapping.

I ended up seeing the bartender that I've always wanted to get at walk by (she was off work). I couldn't find any guys near her. I should have opened but I didn't. Next time. Once I got outside, the leader dude of the RSD Inner circle clan spotted me. He introduced me to some hot chick. I had no idea who she was or what she was to him, but I did my best to roll with it. I figured that the dude probably just pulled her in. He kept telling me that she wanted to meet Andy Milonakis but she was too shy. I went along with it and kept telling her that he was right outside. I asked who she was with (I still wasn't sure who the fuck she was) and she said a few of her guy friends but they ditched her. She didn't believe that Andy Milonakis was there and I kept telling her that he was. At one point, she said that she saw her guy friend and he was coming back. I asked her if she wanted to meet Andy Milonakis, and told her I was in his crew. I was his bodyguard. She didn't believe me, but I have gotten into the habit of trying to say the most ridiculous things I can think of then trying to top myself. I knew the guy friends were going to be in the picture soon if I didn't do something. So I grabbed her hand and told her "let's go meet Andy Milonakis. (I actually knew that he was outside on the patio, because I saw him there before). So I led her outside onto the patio. Captain RSD followed. Once we got outside, we had the chick get in line to meet Milonakis. I asked Cap RSD who the chick was and he said all he knew was her first name. He asked how I got her over there and I told him I just took her by the hand and pulled her. Then this other chick (clearly drunk) came up to me and started talking. At this point, I was talking to whatever came in my path. Cpt. RSD was opening like a mad man too. He was doing something that seemed to be working wonders though...he was merging sets like it was nobody's business. He would open a girl, just to open another girl and make them meet. Then he would buzz around and pop into different sets. This shit actually worked like a charm. All of the chicks were super friendly with each other, and it instantly built social proof. It also took all of the rapport building off of him, and he would just pop in for random kino. He was doing all sorts of crazy shit, and I was actually really digging his style.

At one point, there was the hot chick that he initially introduced me to, talking to a different hot chick that Cpt. RSD introduced into the mix. Cap'n was doing work, but it was hard for me to try to decipher his endgame or which chick he wanted to pull. He seemed to be favoring chick #1, so I went to chick #2. What I did differently from him at that point, was that I locked into set with that chick. I didn't invest time and gas money to just play matchmaker. I went for the handshake and didn't let go of her hand. We went into the usual rapport, and I started working some push/pull. She was feeling me. I never pat myself too hard on the back though when the context is alcohol induced night-game.

The chick asked which bands I like and we ended up liking a lot of the same music. I wrapped my arms around her and said "oh no...I have to marry you now". She said that it was clear that I wanted to fuck her. I immediately went back to push. I said no....I've never fucked before that's disgusting. She didn't believe me and said that I had too many piercings and a leather jacket to have never fucked. I told her I went to Catholic school. I made up a majority of what I told her. She asked if I had a job and I told her I live off the land. I have a garden in my backyard and I grow squash and carrots. At one point she compared me to her ex boyfriend and I said "please, do I look anything like your ex boyfriend?" She said no, ex boyfriend was "tall and buff". I told her "perfect...I am nothing like him then".

I kept getting close to her mouth while I worked dat push/pull. Every time she called me out for trying to pull her I would go back to pushing. She said that I was trying to kiss her. I said no I wouldn't do that. I'm never going to see you again. I told her to pinky promise me that we never kiss. She went for the pinky promise and I went for the lips. We madeout of a little. I guess we broke our promise.

I turned around and it appeared that Cap'n was winging her friend who was sitting down behind us. My girl kept wanting to know how old I was because she was older. I know that his can be a test that sometimes has to be addressed carefully. She asked if I lived at home with my parents and I told her I live in a penthouse near the bar. She didn't believe me but I stuck to the story. I asked who she lives with and she said alone. I asked if she get's lonely and she said she doesn't because she has a cat. I replied "Oh...so you are super lonely then." She laughed. The chick grabbed my ass and said she didn't respect me. She asked me if I did porn. I told her no. Then she told me that she dated a porn star for a week. Gahhh I'm gonna get herpes. She said that I looked like a pretty boy. I asked her if that was a good thing. She said no, because I'm probably a manwhore. I told her that fucking sluts got old a long time ago. She said "yeah right, it must be nice being able to go to the bar and be able to pull any girl you want". I said that it isn't as easy as being a hot chick. She ended up agreeing with me. She said that she could go up to any of the guys around us and fuck them. I didn't take her up on this bet...I knew that it was a game that I would lose. I probably could have pulled this chick home, but the friend made sure to pull her away when the bar closed. I ended up number closing before she left. She told me that I should holler. I told her that I don't holler. She told me to do whatever it is I do.

As all of this unfolded, Andy Milonakis was chilling in the corner maybe 10 feet away. He was drunk as shit and taking pictures with people who were drunker. I'd like to think that Andy Milonakis admired my game.

Takeaways
Roll in the club and open 3 sets of guys
Approach 5 sets of girls in 15 minutes
Try to merge as many sets as possible and have the girls do the heavy lifting for you
Once you have all this social proof and momentum built, start isolating the girls you want

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Amazing post Enso, I particularly like your way of writing and your state of mind.