Sunday, April 6, 2014
I woke up as the AFC I have become this weekend when Enso was climbing out of his bunk. It was around 12:30. I asked him if he got it in last night, and he said he did. Right on. At least one of us scored. Gahhhhhhhhh.

I left my phone charger plugged in last night. I went to charge my phone as it was low on battery. My charger was not in the plug I had left it in. Fuck. That Danish motherfucker stole it, I know it. Enso also could not find his charger. I turned off my phone to preserve the battery I had left. Before I did though, I had texted Fat Ass chick to meet up later in the night.

Enso and I checked out of our hostel two hours after the checkout time. We're rebels like that. We headed for Venice to run a bit of last-minute day. It again took forever to find parking around the beach, but we finally did. We mobbed to the boardwalk. Other than freaks, there weren't many sets. We did spot a few sets, but we didn't run shit. Ahh, I'm a little pussy. I opened one two set by straight up asking them if they would kiss me. One chick laughed and shook her head and kept walking. No game.

We left the boardwalk around 4:30. We mobbed down Abbot Kinney. I really wanted a smoothie. I wanted a fucking smoothie and fucking game. There were a couple sets on Abbot Kinney. We high fived a couple but didn't stop any for game. What was the point at this stage? We were about to leave L.A. I had to accept that I had lost the bitter game this weekend. I would be leaving L.A. completely empty-handed.

We posted up outside a coffee shop. I wanted some goddamn sets, and I wanted my goddamn smoothie! I realized, wait a minute, coffee shops usually sell smoothies. I walked inside, and sure enough they sold smoothies. Fuck yeah! I got a bomb-ass smoothie and started sipping that shit. Felt mad healthy. There was one chick sitting by herself eating a sammich. I asked her if I could have a bite. She laughed. Her teeth were mad fucked up. I told her, "Come on. I brush my teeth and floss." But she politely declined. At least she was nice about it. I really did want a bite. Looked like a tasty sammich.

We bounced from Abbot Kinney around 5. It took a while to find the fucking car, but we eventually did. Then we mobbed out to head to In-N-Out. Enso wanted some fries. We spotted a T-Mobile store as we passed. We decided we'd hit it up to charge our phones before heading out of L.A. I copped some Rubio's beforehand. Fuck yeah.

We charged our phones for maybe 20 minutes, then hit up In-N-Out and ate. One of the worker girls came up behind me and asked Enso, "How are the fries?" I swear she said that shit in the most sexual way possible. Gahhh. Shit turned me on a little bit. Should've gamed, but what would have been the point? We were about to leave.

We finished eating, then bounced back to the car, and started heading out of L.A. It was around 6 or so at this point. I turned my phone back on when we were almost out of the L.A. metro. Fat Ass chick was down to hangout, but she wanted to hangout at 9. Fuck. We wouldn't be back home till midnight or so. We rescheduled to tomorrow night. Another chick who I day-twoed some time ago (see the February 9th post) had also hit me up. This chick was down to cuddle a few weeks ago, but I never did do it because my phone had died at the time. We traded a few messages. I asked her if she wanted to hangout when I got back home. She asked what time. I told her 1 a.m. She asked what we were gonna do. As we were texting, I was reading my messages out loud in the car, and Enso and I were figuring out the best responses. I told him that I was gonna text the chick, telling her, "I'll bring [dot] and [dot], and we'll do [blank]." I told him to help me out and feel in the dots and blanks. He thought the original line was good as it allows the girl to imagine what you're up to. So I texted the chick that shit verbatim. She seemed like she was somewhat receptive, but I didn't want to keep texting for long. My phone was about to die, and I don't like driving through the desert at night without a phone. We had passed an area where there were mad cops, and I swore I saw a group of them looking at two bodies on the ground in the area as we did. No joke. Shit was mad creepy. The chick ended up saying we should reschedule for another night this week. Whatever. I didn't reply and turned my phone back off.

We arrived back in our city around 12:30 a.m. We debated going out to game. We were both pretty tired and exhausted from the trip and the long drive. I figured I'd go out by myself to game. I wanted to at least tie Enso with a lay and two K-closes. Although it wouldn't have made me all too happy because my streak was broken. (For the past seven weeks, I have gotten new va-gee each week. This week fucked me over though and broke that streak.) I would have to start over with Week 1. I drove to the area we usually go to. That shit was dead as FUCK. Goddamn it. I drove back home and fell asleep alone, knowing that I had not pulled even a fucking K-close the entire weekend, that my streak was broken, and that I hadn't fucked anything since last Monday. Never EVER game in Los Angeles.

Overall day: nothing.

Hey man just wanted to say that I love the way you write your FR. Shit makes me laugh a lot. I also feel like I can relate with some of the shit you write. I feel the same about my normal friends somewhat holding me back and even went on my first solo sarge inspired by your FR's. I going to be doing that a lot more now. I'm tired of not living the life I imagine I should be living and your posts helped me realize that. Thanks dude and if your ever in Miami hit me up to run game!

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Monday, April 7, 2014
As I wrote in yesterday's FR, I made plans to meet up with Fat Ass chick tonight. She came over at 9 sharp (this chick is precise every time she comes to my apt. She really wants the D.). I put on Pineapple Express and got to work. I went one week--one week!-- without closing anything so I was not in the mood to talk or watch the movie or anything, just to close. As soon as I put the movie on and she sat on my bed, I started making out with her. There was no resistance, and I just banged it out. We chilled and watched the movie for a while afterward. Then she started making out with me again, and it was round two. We chilled and watched the movie for a while afterward again. Then, at the end of it, she gaves da domey.

Game.

It feels good to have regulars, but I'm not satisfied by relying on them. I don't rely on them, as is evidenced by reading my previous FRs. But after taking a beating last week (I K-closed only one new girl the entire week!), I feel like I relied on regular booty tonight. There is nothing wrong with this, but I'm just saying. I want to continue building my roster of regulars so that I'll have plenty of side ass. I currently have five/kind of six regulars. I want more.

Hey, thanks for the comment, dude. Glad you enjoy checking out my FRs. Going out alone is where it's at if you don't have a solid wingman. Try to be as social as possible when going solo. This will amp your state and make it so much easier to open girls. After a few weeks of gaming, it will seriously change your life for the better. Thanks for the offer. I am definitely planning on gaming Miami sometime in the future. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to hit me up.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
No game to be had today. I texted up the chick from last week (see the March 31st and April 3rd posts), the one who fucked up my streak. She was down to hangout. I told her I wanted to watch movies at my place. She wanted to go out somewhere. What she doesn't understand (or perhaps does), is that I just to bang her, not enjoy her company. If I wanted to enjoy the company of another human being, I would call upon my wings or my brother to hangout, run some game, drink a beer, or play some Scrabble or some shit. I would not call upon a girl I've been trying to game and who hasn't put out by day three.

I didn't reply to her message and said fuck it and bounced to my parents' to spend the day. It was refreshing to take a day off from game. I got to eat food for once without worrying excessively about my image. I got to hangout in a home that has furniture and isn't littered with used condoms and empty beer cans.

I have been gaming hard as fuck for the past two or three months (just look at the number of posts I put up). It was nice to take a day off and do something unrelated to game. This is not to say I'm getting burned out (fuck that). I will never get burned out on game. But it is to say, that once you hit a point in your game when you've seen a little bit of result, you don't seek the validation of getting new va-jay-jay as much. This can be either good or bad for certain guys. Some guys need the hunger to motivate them. Others need to abandon the validation-seeking behavior to start relaxing. I've prided myself by saying I don't game to validate myself whatsoever, which is true. I game because I find it more fun than anything else. I would have gamed tonight had I known for sure chica from last week would have been down to put out, but, at this point in the game, it is not fun to game a girl who isn't willing to.

It's also not as much fun banging my regulars anymore. It's the same old same old when I do. Enso told me that he never calls a girl after he bangs her, mostly because he doesn't feel interested in most of the girls he bangs. Maybe that's why I'm bored of my regulars, but I also feel that I can't become truly interested in any girl at this point. I'm too deep in the game.

I've been trying to come up with some new things in game that I want to begin implementing. I've also been composing a list of goals I'd like to hit. None of them are locked in at the moment so I won't waste time listing the possibilities, but I will write two of the goals I've been speaking of for a while now, which are 1) to reach 50 lifetime lays (from different girls of course) before the end of this year, and 2) to obtain 300 K-closes (or 25 per month) before the end of this year. I'm well on my way to hitting both.

On additional issues unrelated to game, the weather is getting very warm, which is to my favor. There is nothing better to me than hot temperatures and bright sunshine every day. Seriously. I live in the hottest big city in America, and the summertime is my favorite of the year. It's good for tanning, which makes everyone look better, and the girls wear less clothes. Both work for me and for game. I'm busy with some things the next few days. It's cool. An active life is a successful life.

In relation to game, I have day twos lined up tomorrow and Thursday. I will update when the appropriate times come. I took some time today to reply to many texts I have received the past two weeks. My phone has been blowing up. I'll see if I can turn any of the responses into anything.

Overall day: this wasn't a day of game. It was a day away from game. Sometimes if a fly doesn't land in the spider's web, the spider's too lazy to crawl and sink in its fangs.

Thursday, April 10, 2014
After a long and successful day in class and at my clinic (I showed up a third year medical student--from a pussy-ass D.O. school--today at my clinic. I could tell he was intimidated by my knowledge, and my doc was impressed as fuck that I could show up a third year. Game.), I hit up Enso to run some night game. We met up in our usual gaming district around 9:30. I opened a two set on the street before Enso and I met up and followed them into a bar. I got a drink there with them, then grabbed the number from my target. I went for the French goodbye on her at the end but got the cheeks.

I met up with Enso at one of our regular restaurants/bars. He was in the midst of a mixed set (two girls and a dude) when I walked up. We bounced from there and hit up one of our regular bars. It was kind of dead at the time. We were trying to meet up with Smith because we wanted to game with him. We ran into two of Smith's homies. They opened a set on the bar patio. I told Enso we had to open afterward to show off our game. As soon as homies mobbed out, I walked up to the set. I don't remember what the fuck I was talking about. All I remember from the encounter was that I overheard somebody say they were Texas, and I turned to whomever the fuck had said it and told her I was from Texas. (I'm not.) Midway through the two-minute encounter (that's about one minute in if you fuckers can't do math), I discovered that the girl I was targeting was not down. Enso was talking to the second prettiest girl in the set--she was a'ight. But whatever, a makeout is better than no makeout. When I knew for sure my target was done with, I turned and started talking to the chick Enso was talking to. He stood by and admired my smooth, swift game. Long story short, I number-closed her, went for the French goodbye, and got the cheeks again.

No game.

We ran into Smith at one point, but we didn't see him long. I don't remember everything that transpired in the bar. The next set I remember opening was a two set standing at one of the bars. I have no fucking idea how I opened (I'm actually forgetting a lot about the night. Lol.), but I remember that I told them I was about to leave the bar but that I wanted to dance with them both for four seconds before heading out. They said they were down so I put my arms around both of them, and walked them to the dance floor. Enso walked behind, promptly scribbling notes in a notebook with a big, black marker. I danced with the chicks for literally about four seconds. I told them to sandwich me, but I don't think they heard me. We all headed to the bar about 10 feet away. I was in the middle of them and kept turning my head and talking to both so as to keep them both entertained. I told one that I had to leave, got her number, then busted out the French goodbye. She initially pecked. I said na-na again, leaned in, and madeout with her. I kept doing it too. I wanted everyone to fucking admire my game. Then I broke it off, turned to the other girl and started talking very close to her face. I finally asked them if they had ever madeout with each other. They said they hadn't. I think I just straight up requested we threeway makeout, but I don't remember for sure. Fuck. I just know that it didn't happen, which was much to my disliking. Threeway makeouts are the shit, and they always make you look like a pimp.

We bounced out of that bar and headed to another one of our regular bars. Enso ran into this dude he knows. I'll call him Shelley (he's got a chick's name). Shelley works at one of the bars on the strip, and Enso has told me that he heard he has fucked like 130 or so chicks. I'm not sure if I believe that because the dude's maybe a year or two older than me, and that's a lot of chicks, especially for a guy who isn't into PU. And the dude's got a girlfriend to whom he's loyal. I would think that after fucking that many girls, a dude would not be able to be in a relationship and definitely would not be able to remain loyal if he were. I don't know though. The dude's a pretty chill guy, and he is very social. I could see how he could pull. He knew all the bartenders at the bar we were at, including the one Enso is in love with (I think he's written about her in a few of his posts). He introduced us to a few of the bartenders and hooked it up with free shots. I was game for that. I opened some set around us. I don't remember the details whatsoever, but I know that I K-closed another girl before leaving the bar.

We bounced out of there and headed back to the first bar we had gone to. Shelley hooked it up with free drinks again. We had several shots and were starting to get fucked up. Shelley was slurring like a motherfucker. I couldn't understand what the fuck he was saying. Haha. But I did collect that he wanted Enso and me to work with him as club promoters for the place we usually go to on Wednesdays. He said we'd get paid, get free drinks, and make a lot of connections if we did so we said we were down. I also talked to him about his butterfly sneak kiss trick that Enso has told me about before. The idea of the trick is to get girls to close their eyes for a butterfly kiss, then just kiss them on the mouth. It's about as low as you can get for getting a kiss, but fuck it, I'd try it out. I've yet to do it though. Shelley told me about the way he used to do it, and he told me to close my eyes. I did, just to play along. Then the motherfucker really kissed me! LOL! Wtf? Noooooooooooooo!

Ahh, no game.

We chilled at the bar for a little while longer. Enso and I wanted to run game, but we were busy talking to Shelley and getting free drinks. Around closing time, we headed out and mobbed back to Shelley's pad. We chilled there and drank more. I was pretty fucked up. Then Shelley and I smoked. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I was fucking GONE. Enso was laughing at me on the patio. I told him I wanted to fuck one of my girls. He offered to call Fat Ass chick from my phone. He proceeded to call her, talked to her for a minute, then handed the phone to Shelley's wasted ass. Lol. It was brutal. I finally grabbed the phone because I was the only one who could talk reasonably. I told her to come over, but she said she was about to go to sleep or some shit. I called a few other regulars, but they didn't pick up. Yeah, I was that guy tonight. Should I feel bad for calling my regulars at such a late hour? Should I feel like I came off as desperate? Fuck no. I don't care about shit, especially not what they think of me.

Enso and I stumbled back into the pad and fell asleep on different couches fucked up as shit.

Overall day: K-closed two new girls (which puts me at 88 total so far this year), pulled several numbers, got K-closed by a dude. <-- No game.

Friday, April 11, 2014
Game. SEVEN nights a week.

I woke up after two or three hours of sleep. I think I had to piss or something. Enso knocked on the bathroom door as I did. I was still fucking FADED. Enso wanted to peace out of Shelley's pad so we bounced. I e-mailed my preceptor for class, telling her I wasn't feeling good and wasn't going to be able to make it to (mandatory) class. I'm glad I missed class. It adds to my bad boy persona among my classmates. I went home and fell asleep. Godd-am game, bruh.

Got up after a decent day of sleep. I had a day two lined up at 6:30 p.m. with some random chick in my phone. I texted her an hour before. No reply. Game is game. I texted Enso for night game, but he said his car was in the shop. I was about to outgame him...by default.

I mobbed out of my pad around 8:30 and went to my usual game district. Two of my other wings were there. Their game isn't nearly as tight as Enso's, but whatever, I could roll with it. I met up with one of my wings at one of my regular bars. It was still pretty dead at the time. We got a beer at the bar and started talking. I saw Enso's bartender, the one he's in love with. She definitely wanted my D. I'll give it to her eventually. We met up with Smith. I fucking love him.

As I was drinking with Smith and my other wing, I spotted this one chick on the patio who I knew in undergrad and who I always had a crush on. (We were in a club together, of which I was the founder and president. She was practically my slave.) She was talking to some motherfucker, but she kept looking at me. I knew I was about to attempt the robbery. I told my wing I had to game, and he said yeah.

I walked outside to the patio and opened her. I think I just went in situational and told her I knew her. She at once knew who I was. G is g. I was cocky as fuck as I spoke to her. I felt on point, and I had in the back of my mind the idea that any goddamn girl who I spoke to should feel lucky. She wanted deeeeeeeeez nutz.

I told her I had to leave but said I wanted to dance with her for four seconds before I did. She was game so I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. She started grinding with me face to face. I turned her around and grinded that ass. She was grabbing my neck. I knew it was on then. I turned her around and just went for the makeout. We started making out, and I felt like the pimp who I is. She said she had to go to another bar, one of my regulars. I told her I was going there too to meet some people so we bounced.

We walked to the other bar together. We was holdin' hands. My wings and the chick's friends were admiring my mad game. I'm too fucking swift at this point. We got into the bar, and I started dancing with chick. I danced maybe four minutes, then I knew it was time to pull. What did I do? I grabbed her hand, said come here, and fucking walked out of the bar. Hahaha. Game. The PUA gods were on my side tonight--there was a cab right outside the bar. I opened the door, put my hand on her lower back, and put her in the cab. (Always important to lead, brahs.) As we were in the cab, I started making out with her and rubbing her up. The cab driver was saying in his mind, Holy fuck, this dude's got MAD game. He started smoking a cigarette during the drive. He was reflecting on game.

We got back to my pad. It was only 11:30 or so. Fastest night I've ever had. I paid for the $30 cab ride. I should have made her pay, straight up, as I'm not about that supplicating shit. But, as I've said so many times, I'll do what I have to to get my lays.

Splits texted me asking if I was out in our usual part of town. I didn't reply as I was about to lay. Fuck you, Splits. BEEYATCH!

We went inside my dirty-ass apartment. I immediately changed into sport shorts. I started kissing her, and then it was on, brah. I hit and I hit and I hit. She wanted it with the lights off. I said sure. Midway through, I said hold up, and turned the lights back on. She luhhed dhat shit, bruh. Game.

Banging this chick revealed something to me. I've known a lot of girls during my day who I've wanted to fuck but never had the courage to solicit. After fucking mami tonight, I found myself wondering how many chicks I've liked wanted my D. Probably a lot. I came to the conclusion that I need to start gaming even harder. Most chicks want to fuck a dope dude, and I'm the dopest of them all. I have to start upping my game. Big time.

Naked and drunk as a motherfuck, I cuddled chick and fell asleep. She was so soft.

Overall day: K-and F-closed a girl I've known and had a crush on for a long time. (Which puts me at 89 K-closes this year. So far.) G is g.

This is awesome man, I think I'm going to start a seven Nights a Week post as well, a really good way to log and show off your skill. Your last line there saying that your pretty sure a lot of girls want the D. This is a really good point...but they want someone with balls as well.
There are a lot of guys out there without a F****** clue. I'm no PUA just a guy trying to work on his game,but I do understand women are just as horny as guys. Keep up the good work man!

Regards from,
-Compass

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Good stuff. Do you game sober?

Saturday, April 12, 2014
Woke up at 6 'cause I had to take chica back to her plizzace. She worked at 8. I got in some good-ass looks as she was getting dressed, & I was squeezin' that ass up in the elevator. The front office at my complex wasn't open yet. 'Twas a shame. I want everyone who works there to see me walking out as many girls as possible.

I dropped off chick at home, grabbed her number, madeout with her before she got out. Hit her up in a few days to re-hit. I went back home and crashed the fuck out. Woke back up around 1 p.m. to a text from Smith: Dude you have to teach me how you do this stuff. I am your student now. Lol. Game. My classmate texted me, and it turns out I had signed up to volunteer at this student fair my school was throwing for the new med students coming in next year. The fair was at 1:30. I debated going. As I've said before, I don't like to show face too much to my classmates, but overall I said fuck it, might as well this once. I wanted to see if there was any venison coming in. I can game the new students next year.

As I had expected, the fair had a lot of cute-ass chicks. Goddamn. All the girls coming in next year are fucking cute, which is game. I spotted another chick, one who's in my class. We made eye contact, and she smiled at me. Awwwwww. I'm waiting till I see this chick out one night. I'll game as fuck when I do.

I got out of the fair and went back home to chill. Listened to some Joy Division albums. I got an invite to a classmate's party, but I said fuck that. My classmates were going to be out later tonight though so I knew I was going to have to bring out my A game. I met up with Enso in our usual part of town around 9:15. We got drinks at one of our regular bars/restaurants. Enso met up with two of his homies. While we were drinking at the bar, Enso was scrolling through his contacts, and I heard one of his homies ask, "How do you get that many girls' phone numbers?" It's strange to me now thinking about most guys--non-PUA guys. If homeboy could have only seen my contact list.

We finished our drinks. There was a two set at the end of the bar. Enso wanted to open to show off his game in front of his boys. I was game. We rolled up on the set. I think shit was pretty dead. I don't remember the details, but I think I got one girl's number. I also tried to K-close on ejection, but she wasn't down. We opened another set standing nearby, and the same shit happened. I think I number-closed. I for sure tried to French goodbye but got the cheeks. We bounced out of the bar.

Enso and I hit up one of our regular bars. It was picking up by the time we got there. We mobbed around and did a few approaches, maybe three each, but nothing bit. We bounced around midnight.

We hit up one bar that we sometimes go to. It's always pretty dead, but, looking back on it all, we actually pull there a lot. Smith texted me and said he was in the area. He came and met up with us. Now we had to game. Enso and I were scoping the scene. We turned around, and Smith just went straight into a cute-ass two set. Motherfucker has no fear! He called me over to help him out. I rolled up and could immediately tell it was a dead set. I stopped talking to them and just started looking away. They got up and left after they finished their drinks.

Enso spotted a chick he was feeling on the dance floor. She was dancing with a group of girls. I told him to open. It took him a minute to get his game together. Then he rolled in. I heard him ask the girl straight up if he could dance with her. Haha. I opened two of the chick's friends and initially told one that I was going to dance with her because her friend was dancing with mine. I don't think she heard what I said, but the other girl made eye contact with me. So I turned to that one and told her the same shit. She was down so I started dancing with her.

I thought this chick was straight up gonna reject. She didn't seem all that interested off the bat, but, then again, I do tend to undermine my own game from time to time. Who the fuck are we kidding? We all know I have mad game. I grinded chica face to face, started talking to her. I asked if she loved me. She said yes. I told her we were going to get married and have six children. She said that wasn't a good idea because 50% of marriages end in divorce. I told her 60% do (I don't know if this is true or not, but I've picked up this line from my wing Guru). I said that was cool then, we could just have an affair and six illegitimate children. She laughed. She wanted my D. At some point in the convo, I asked her, "Do you wanna makeout?" Completely casual. She said yup, so I leaned in and macked mami. This went on for some minutes. I peeped game on Enso making out with his chick too. I grabbed my chick and led her over to where Enso was dancing with his girl. I started making out with her as fuck. I wanted Enso and Smith to both admire my goddamn game. I told chica I wanted to take her home, but she said she doesn't do that kind of stuff. Blah-blobbety-blah. I told her we should grab coffee tomorrow, and she was game. She told me to take her number so I did. Smith, Enso, and I bounced out of the bar.

Smith hit me up again and said that I have to teach him how I do my shit. I put my arm around his shoulder and told him I would teach him. I asked him how old he is. Turns out he's 29. He doesn't look that old. I thought he was like 26 tops. Enso and I have been talking, and we're thinking about getting him a makeover. I think he has potential to be a decent-looking dude. We just gotta clean him up. Get his hair cut, get him a leather jacket, get rid of his sneakers, rid of his glasses. Then game will be more in his favor. He's got the approach down. Now he just has to work on his external game, and he'll be more solid. I asked him if he'd ever scored a K-close on a night out. He said he had. I really like Smith. That's why I want to work with him. Hardly anything makes me happier than seeing people who are starting at the bottom but have the drive to get to the top. That's a classic fucking underdog scenario right there. I respect those types of people more than anyone.

The three of us mobbed to another one of our regular bars. I bumped fists with the bouncer on our way in. We got inside. Sure 'nough, I spotted my ex walking by with some of my other classmates. One of the girls, this chick I've somewhat been trying to get at, gave me a high five. I didn't let go of her hand (hand hug), and she pointed at my ex. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but bitch better know that my game is on point and, thus, better respect...RESPECT THE COCK! I was about to make my ex jealous again, but then I lost sight of her. I went on the patio and opened two girls who were smoking cigarettes. I wanted to smoke with them so I told them to give me one. One of the girls gave me one. I started fucking with them and told them both that I wanted to makeout with them. Both of them definitely wanted it, but they was being li'l biznitches, confined by social conditioning and shit. It turns I opened one of the girls in the past. I didn't recognize her, but she had my number and even called me to prove she did. Wow. Hoes recognize me everywhere I go! I told chick I wanted to kiss her again. She declined. I told the friend I wanted to kiss her. She also declined. I told the first girl to give me a kiss on the cheek. I turned my head when she went for it and planted one on her lips. It counts, bitches! Enso and I chilled at the bar for a minute afterward, then bounced.

We did some random street approaches. I don't remember shit. Then we bounced back to the bar we had last come from. We got back inside, and I spotted my ex again on the dance floor. It was time. I told Enso I had to make the ho jealous. I opened a five set, told them straight up I was trying to make my ex jealous and that I wanted one of them to dance with me. One of the girls said I was talking to the wrong people; she said two of the girls were married and two had boyfriends. I asked who was the odd one out. She looked at me and said she was engaged. No game. I bounced.

I spotted the friend of the chick I had K-closed earlier (the one I turned my head on). She was by the bar. I again told her I was going to makeout with her. She laughed and wouldn't do it. I told her I wanted to give her a butterfly kiss. Her dumbass asked what that was. I told her it was with my eyelashes, then told her to close her eyes. She did, and I just fucking kissed her on the mouth. Haha. She smiled. I should have madeout with her afterward, but I wanted to bounce. She was somewhat beastly. Not my stee.

I told Enso I really had to make my bitchass ex jealous and that I needed to find a decent set. He spotted the chick he had madeout with at the earlier bar. Fuck yeah! Ingenious shit. The PUA gods were on our side again. She was in line to go the bathroom. Enso said he would reopen once she was out.

She came back out, and Enso hit her up again. We walked with her to her other friends on the dance floor. I grabbed the one friend again, the one I madeout with, and started dancing with her. I pulled her over to where my ex was. I was right in front of my bitchass ex. I grinded chica as fuck. She kept putting her arms around my neck, then wrapping my arms around her. I kept turning her around and making out with her. She was making out with my neck. This went on till closing time. I made my bitchass ex question her existence. I told my girl I wanted to take her home. She said she wasn't that type of girl. (She gon' flake, but I don't give a fuck. I just used her to make my ex jealous.)

At closing time, she said she had to go with her friends. I told her I would walk her outside. I just wanted to walk out holding her hand so that I could look good if my classmates were watching, which I'm sure they were. I walked outside with chick. She said she really had to go. I madeout with her twice before letting go. Then Enso and I bounced. I saw the classmate who I had high fived earlier in the night on the corner. She screamed out my name. I said what up and blatantly walked past her bitchass. I want my fucking classmates to know I'm better than them. I gotta snob all of those motherfuckers from now on. I do wanna do chick though, but tonight wasn't the night. One day, my friends.

I saw some ghettoass white girl sitting by herself on a planter outside the bar. I figured, fuck it, and opened her. Talked to her for maybe a minute, then told her I was going to kiss her goodbye. She obliged, but also pointed at Enso and said, "Do you want in on this?" I told her, "Yeah, he'll join in a minute." Then I madeout with her. Lol. Fucking BITCH! I've already kissed a dude this week. Get the fuck out of my face!

Enso and I bounced back to his car. Splits texted me. I told her I would pick her up. She was game. I told Enso I would buy him a bottle if he picked her up and took us back to my apartment. He was game so we bounced.

We arrived in the part of town where Splits was. I saw her. She was wearing this tight-ass black dress. She looked pretty good. (Splits is this tall blonde girl btw with a nice body.) I saw some motherfucker come up to her and talk to her before she got in the car. Motherfucker looked like http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/i/2011/09/01 ... _2_240.jpg. Yeahhhhhhhh, a dude like this will never even come close to outgaming me. Enso wanted to watch homeboy's game so we gave him a minute to spit. Splits was clearly not interested. I called out her name, and she got in Enso's ride with us.

As soon as she got in, Enso said, "What up, Splits?" Lol. He was trying to fuck me over. The whole ride, he was asking me about making out and hooking up with random girls. He started talking about the girl from last night. I don't give a fuck about Splits anymore so I just talked to him about everything. At one point, Splits asked if we could stop. I asked what she was talking about, and she said, "Stop talking about girls you fail with." I told her we rarely fail.

We got back to my pad. I went to slap hands with Enso goodbye. He told me to not fucking touch him. LOL! I mobbed out of the car, grabbed Splits's hand, and took her inside my complex. We got into my apartment, chilled for a minute on my balcony, then I knew it was time. I wanted to get this shit over with. I took her back inside, kissed her for a minute (I promised Enso I wouldn't kiss her at all, but I actually don't think she madeout with any dudes tonight so I felt safe.), put my hand under her dress (She wasn't wearing panties, brah. FUCKING SLUT!), then took that shit off. I hit, lights on again, from the back, then missionary with her busting out the splits. Game was game. She really is one of the best lays I've ever had.

She was on Molly and wanted to fuck again. I was mad tired so I told her to go fuck herself. (Not really, but I told her I would just cuddle her and then pretended to be asleep. She got the hint and stopped talking.) She bit my fucking lips again before we went to sleep. I asked her to please stop. Lol. SHIT FUCKING HURTS!!! I cuddled her, naked as a mo'fuck and fell asleep.

Overall day: K-closed four new girls (which puts me at 93 total so far this year. Seven more till 100.) and six girls total, pulled several numbers, F-closed my regular Splits, and made my ex jealous. Does anybody smell game?

Thanks for the comment, bro. Yeah, I think documenting your nights out is a surefire way to progress. I definitely agree with you on not being a pussy. A lot of girls are attracted to dudes who aren't pussies, for that very reason alone. This is what separates alphas from beta-ass chumps. Keep on gaming, my man. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to hit me up.

What's up, dude? I usually game with a little bit of a buzz. I find that gaming buzzed is the easiest way to get over any kind of AA, and it also helps with wit.

Sunday, April 13, 2014
Well players, another goddamn successful day of game, which I feel compelled to brag about. I woke up after about seven hours of sleep. Splits was passed the fuck out. I didn't want to be rude, wake her bitchass, and kick her out so I let her sleep and texted some chicks as I lay beside her. Splits woke up about 20 minutes after me. We chilled in my bed, naked as fuck, for maybe 40 minutes. She told me I was a manwhore and that she knew I was hooking up with other people. Keen assumption, Splits. Like she isn't too. She gave me head, then we bounced. She didn't want to wear her heels out. I told her she best put them motherfuckers on. I wanted the people in my front office to peep game. My god, I'm beast! Splits wanted to pregame before heading out for Sunday Funday. I was down so we got a few drinks at a bar outside my complex. I kissed her goodbye, then one of her girl friends picked her up.

I texted the girl I danced and madeout with last night. I texted two girls actually because I had two girls by the same name and I couldn't remember which one was the one from last night. One of the girls texted me back and said today wasn't a good day for her. Fuck. I thought it was the chick from last night. A few hours later though, boom, another text. Same name, different girl. This was the one from last night, and she was down to chill. I made plans to meet up with her at my go-to bar two blocks over at 6:30.

6:20 rolled around. I got a text from chick, and I had not even started getting ready. I hurried the fuck up, got ready, and ended up arriving only 10 minutes late. Not bad. She was inside, sitting at a table, drinking a glass of wine. I hugged her, then started in with the usual shit. I don't know if she was for sure, but she seemed drunk. I asked what she had been up to all day, and she said she had just been at home. Enso told me his chick (the friend of my girl) said they drink all the time. I don't know if it's true or not, but chica definitely seemed some sort of intoxicated.

The meet-up was chill. I'm pro at that shit now. I'm cocky as fuck the whole time and talk about whatever the FUCK I want to talk about. I think this puts the girl at ease, and it shows I'm laid-back and don't care. I didn't break eye contact with this chick one goddamn second. She had good eye contact herself. I liked it. She said at one point that I had a pretty face. She also said that she usually doesn't makeout with dudes at bars. That's because dudes usually don't have as much game as me. I was the second dude she'd ever madeout with at a bar. She's a pretty smart girl. She's a senior in college and works in two different research labs. We had commonality in that. (I worked in three different labs during undergrad--at the same time.)

I ordered separate checks at the end of the meet-up, then we bounced outside. The entire encounter was about 30 minutes. As soon as we stepped outside the bar, I asked if she liked movies. She said yes. I told her I wanted to watch one with her. She asked which one. Superbad. She got excited and said she loved that movie. Who the fuck doesn't love Superbad? It was an instant classic. She asked where I lived. I pointed to my complex two blocks over. We started walking. (I forgot to mention that chica doesn't drive. She took the light rail to meet me tonight. Another indication that she's a raging alcoholic.) As we walked to my complex, I grabbed her hand. We walked hand-in-hand the rest of the way. Awwwww.

We got inside. I put on Superbad, changed into sport shorts, came back out of the bathroom, and got to business. I started making out with chick. She was receptive. No LMR...yet. I got off her pants and fingered her. Then I took off my shorts. She started off with a sesh of dome. I told her I wanted to fuck her, but she said we weren't gonna have sex. I said sure and let her keep going. I tried to bang her out again, but every time I tried she said she didn't want to go that far on the first date. Nothing I could do about that. I was satisfied with getting blowjayed so I let her keep going. After she finished, I ate her out as a last resort for fucking her. (She's clean, brahs.) Didn't work. She said I was the best she had ever had for being eaten out though. I can't stress it enough that you MUST know how to properly dick down them ovaries, guys.

We chilled and talked for a few minutes afterward. Fat Ass chick kept calling and texting, saying she was outside. (I had made plans when I called her the other night to meet up on Sunday at 8.) I was trying to hurry up and rush out chick, but then I found myself thinking Wait a minute. Fat Ass chick is already on the list. Plus, she's in love with me. What the fuck do I have to worry about? I ignored her shit and madeout with chica some more. Then we got dressed and headed out. I walked her outside, madeout with her as a goodbye, and then went back up and called Fat Ass chick. No answer. I texted her I'm sooooooo sorry. I took a nap and my alarm didn't go off!! Where are you now? She texted back a few minutes later and said that she was almost back home. (She lives about 30-40 minutes away.) I told her I wanted to see and cuddle her. She called me. I worked my smooth-ass conversational skills, and she said she would come back. Goddamn, I'm horrible.

Fat Ass chick showed back up maybe 30 minutes later. I brought her up, put on American Hustle. I didn't pay attention for one goddamn second to that movie. I just started making out with chick. You better believe game was game. She put up a slight bit of resistance when she spotted a condom on my floor: "Can you at least have the decency to clean up your condoms before I come over?" I tried to play that shit off by saying it was the one I had used on her last Monday. She wasn't buying it. Game is game. (I have three other used condoms lying around. Luckily she only saw one.) She said that was the second thing I had done tonight that made her mad. (The first was my not picking up her calls when she came over earlier.) I kept up. Game. Then I hit, the fucking lights on with dhem cheeks splayed. BLAH! I cuddled her for a while afterward. She beez soooooo goddamn in love with me. I enjoy her company so it coo'. If she were only taller, I'd consider fucking with her a little more regularly. But she ain't so she got noooo goddamn chance. We made plans to see Transcendence this Thursday. I'll fuck wit' it.

She left of her own accord again after I cuddled the fuck out of her and gave her a huge-ass hickey. (I had given her a hickey as well last Monday. She said her dad spotted it (She still lives at home.) and was mad at her. I'm every dad's worst nightmare.) I walked her out and madeout with her goodbye. Splits texted me a little while later, asking where I was at. I could have fucked with it again, but I was like yegh. I also got texts from the chick I banged Friday, asking when we could get together again, and texts from the chick who fucked up my streak last week and two other girls I've madeout with before in the past.

Goddamn! GAME.

Overall day: You guys wanna see game? You really wanna see it? Okay. Well, I was sexually active with three girls today. Three! I got head from Splits. Got head from the new girl I met last night. Fucked Fat Ass chick. I've madeout with 11 girls the past four days and fucked a different girl the past three nights straight. I don't know what to say anymore. Please guys, please, do not abandon game. EVER. Keep rolling with this shit, trust me. See where it gets you. You dudes are all fucking pimps, in your own ways. You better keep gaming. I hope everyone will see what this shit can do to your life.

Monday, April 14, 2014
Blahblahblobbetyblah. Blobbetyblobbetyblobbetyblah. Woke up to a text from chick who blew da ding-ding yesterday: ...made me realize why I don't randomly hook up with people, I feel like some of the things you did were disrespectful. Good luck with med school, it sounds like you're going to do great things! Uhhhh? I texted back I didn't do anything. We BOTH participated. She said I agree, I was an active participant too! I just think we have different perspectives on encounters like that. I played coy, texted some shit like it's unfair for her to make assumptions about my wants and what I'm looking for or some shit like that. We both knew what I really want, but I plays the part...if I have to. BAD GUY! No reply. I hate those post-sex/-sexually active bullshit texts: Oh oh, I don't usually do that. Can't talk anymore. I feel disrespected. or I'm over that hooking up phase. I can tell that's all you're looking for. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. GoFUCKyaselffs. Go 'head, girls, get down in the moment and feel guilty in the morning afterward. I is carbs. I is ecstasy. Soon you hit that satiety or come down, nothing left. You's stuck with the reality of my game.

I went to school for class for two hours. Ran into the chick I high-fived Saturday night. I've been wanting to bang, but she's getting kinda fat recently. Ain't know what the fuck. She said I'm always really arrogant and conceited. I should've told her she's getting fat. But nah, when will people understand that telling a self-absorbed person he's arrogant, cocky, conceited, narcissistic, self-absorbed, self-centered, selfish, too dominant, too aggressive, too I-just-wanna-fuck-you be-ith likes thee biggest compliment? I'll ask her out in a few weeks.

I texted a couple other freaks after class, trying to get one to hangout tonight. Come on, girls. I just wanna do my ting-ting wiff muh ding-ding. Come on now. With all the back-and-forth made simple, none were explicitly down for the night. Chick from last week, who fucked up my streak, kept wanting me to meet halfway again. She's all about female assertiveness and shit. Real cool. I'm not fucking with her though unless she makes it easy. She already done passed them three days.

I texted one of my regulars, the one I went to SD with (I'll refer to her from here on out as Dental Student. She's in dental school.): Pick a goddamn day this week, slut, and I'll come dick you down, BITCH. I wouldn't advise being this direct unless you know for sure you're solid. We made plans to meet Thursday. We'll see if shit happens. I have two day twos lined up already, and I hate her so she's triple last resort.

Nothing else happened so I watched 12 Years a Slave again and passed the fuck out.

Overall day: nadanadanada. Game be game, playas.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Well players, pretty unsuccessful day of game. If you guys have (rightfully) come to view me as a god, stop reading now.

It was a busy day. I had class until 5:30. One chick texted me back and was down to meet up at 6. I rushed home after class, got ready in 15 minutes, and headed out to meet chick at my go-to bar two blocks away. I showed up 10 minutes late. Two of the bartenders have grown to know me. I wonder what they think--I go there about twice a week with different girls each time. They probably admire my swag.

I couldn't remember who the girl was or where I had met her. Her face looked kind of familiar. She looked like http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/ ... ah-400.jpg. Hahahahahaha. Just playing. I wouldn't do that to you guys. She actually looked like http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/ ... 5-3000.jpg but with maybe 15-20 more pounds on her frame.

She bored the fuck out of me for the first 15 minutes. She's either stupid or has a very, very boring personality. I kept making fun of her and saying she was shy. Was I worried it would push her away? Fuck no. This girl should have been kneeling and kissing my feet. She hires people for a thrift shop and swore it was a "good job". Lol. Sure it is. She's 24 years old and just starting off part-time at a community college. Sorry, guys, I am a snob, if you haven't been able to tell already, and that shit's never going to be my style. But whatever, a lay's a lay.

About halfway through her drink, she started relaxing and talking more. I still wasn't impressed, but I kept my mind on the lay. I didn't break eye contact for shit. At the end of the date, she went to the bathroom. I saw this as my chance and asked the bartender for checks. She must have misheard me because she brought out a single check. I thought get this the fuck out of my face and politely asked for separate checks. I should've ripped it up and tossed the shreds into the air. I've been thinking of telling the bartender, when I get a chance, to always bring separate checks whenever she sees me at the bar. This would make it easier and smoother when ordering separate checks and could potentially clear up any awkward situations.

The chick came back from the bathroom. We paid our tabs and walked outside. I busted my go-to lines: "Do you like movies?" blahblahblah. She wasn't down to watch a movie at my pad. She said she had to go to sleep early. Fuck that shit. I gave her a hug, then went for the French goodbye. She gave me the fucking cheeks! After a day two! Gahhhhhhhhhh.

That's the first time that's happened to me in over a year.

It was only around 8:30 at the time. Enso hit me up and said he was going out to our usual Wednesday spot. I got to our part of town and waited. As I waited, I saw a girl I used to tutor in undergrad. She's got some sixth nerve palsy (that's a crooked eye caused by nerve deficiency), but she's gorgeous. Tall, thin, brunette, tan, cute, all around good girl look. I even like her crooked eye. I think it makes her cuter. She's the type of chick I'd marry and dropout of game for. She used to blush whenever I tutored her. Ah, I wanted to game, but I was posted up on the patio at this restaurant and I only saw her walk by quickly. Maybe one day.

I met up with Enso and a promoter friend of his. We all bounced to our Wednesday spot. The night was dead. There were hardly any sets. One chick opened me as I stood at the bar. I think she wanted a free drink. I snobbed the fuck out of her. She walked away after a few moments. Maybe she wanted the D. Ahh, I'm an asshole. The only other faux encounter that occurred was when these two girls Enso and I had been spotting the whole night came back from the bathroom and I attempted to high five them. They didn't even acknowledge me and kept walking. Lol. I don't know if they were ignoring me or if they really didn't see or hear me. They were talking to a lot of dudes the entire night and seemed somewhat receptive to all of them, at least enough to talk so I find it hard to believe they'd ignore me.

Bullshit.

Overall day: Shitty-ass day. At least I got comp drinks almost the whole night. Had the worst day two I've had this entire year, didn't even score a fucking K-close. Didn't pull any numbers or K-closes later on at the bar. Still stuck at 93. I have two day twos, a meet-up with Fat Ass chick, and a meet-up with Dental Student tomorrow. I also plan to game night. Should be a better day.