I've been reading through some inspirational posts, journals and field reports on here for a couple of weeks and it's inspired me to not only up my game, but to take ownership of my life in general. I've had moderate success with women over the past couple of years, I'm certainly not an expert but I try to play to my strengths. Night game is my preferred scenario.

A bit about myself....I'm 30, from a town in the UK, and throughout my childhood and early adult years a was far from the confident man I've came to be today. I've transformed after doing what a lot of you guys have done, stumbled across a few books on the PUA topic and become fascinated and engrossed in the art of pick up. I believe a man does everything for the same reason, to impress women. Whether it be going to the gym, owning a flashy car, nice house, good job, well dressed, well groomed whatever. But hardly any men study the science and art of picking up women. This is where we differ from the masses.

I've recently became single again and I became single because I wasn't fully satisfied with my performances with the opposite sex in my bachelor years. Sure I've opened girls, number closed, kiss closed and f-closed even a few same night lays (much to my friends surprise) See that's the thing, how many of your friends are frickin' clueless with women? My guess is almost all of them. Sure they talk about them continuously but they have zero game and are your typical AFC's. My circle of friends have certainly hindered my chances and often for their own amusement sabotaged my pick up attempts. Sound familiar guys? Well I've made a pact with myself to say fuck them, I want to improve my game and the only way I can do that is by interacting with fellow pua wanabees and approaching hot women. I'm not interested in mingers, maybe for a warm up set to build confidence but that's all. I'm after HB8 and above that is my goal.

I'd say I was above average in the looks department, I maximise what I've been given which is nothing special, I work out 4 times a week and am well groomed and dressed, people often comment on this but without game looking like this is god damn pointless. I've slept with around 20 women in my life mainly do to long term relationships lasting for 10 years of my adulthood. I'll be uploading field reports and any advice or findings I come across. It's safe to say the game has already started as within the last week I've bagged a same night lay, a number kiss close followed by a day 2 bj, a further kiss close and 3 number closes. All from just two nights in the field so I've started well, especially in an environment that has slim pickings In the yard. I've achieved this by doing what no one else has, and that's approaching, creating attraction, being brave, bold, cocky funny and flirty, and ultimately dominant. So enjoy the ups and downs of my successful and no doubt failed attempts at luring the opposite sex onto my single handed pump action yoghurt rifle lol. Peace.

all you writing are really accurate specially this about the other guys
I am 21 I really love my friends I still hangout with them time to time
but as far as It goes with women they are all talk and generally afcs most of them
Not that I am that good I am still in my first steps but I have this flame inside of me
that drives me to sarge alone and do not give a fuck.now that I will move to the capital
this october I will get the chance to sarge with other puas there is a lair there

Cheers for the input! Finding time to game is an obstacle for a lot of busy young men. Take me for example, I work 40 hours a week and attend the gym four evenings out of seven. It got me wondering. Should we really wait until a Saturday night to game? Gaming is ultimately a numbers game, literally. I've never ran day game, although sometimes when in state for no particular reason you feel this rush of confidence and possess a sudden bout of wit and personality that springs you into life for no apparent reason. This doesn't happen of an evening after alcohol as such, that's more of a pissed false sense of confidence, although It does benefit my game. Between 2-4 pints is when I'm at my peak.

Another obstacle I face is I'm from an average size seaside town. If you are a city boy then you are laughing, the world is your oyster but if you are from a town where everyone appears to know everyone and it's the same faces in the same places week after week then you are up against it before you even start. Some of my friends even refuse to come out these days as they have grew tired of the same scene.

My game nights tend to be Tuesdays and Saturdays. Two totally different environments as Tuesdays are a lot quieter and can often prove much more fruitful. I'll be posting a field report about tomorrow nights game afterwards. I go out around 8pm and play in a pool league until around 11pm, this gives me a window of three hours until 2am to run some gamage. I plan to open as many suitable sets as I can, some nights are banging some are dead and the can be no women worth gaming. So until then god speed gents, wish me luck.

very nice man keep it up.Me I am admiral trainee so when I finish my college in 1 year
I will be 3 months at sea 3 months in the land so on in 1 hand 3 months I will be like prisoner maybe I will get like 3-4 days outside the vessel but I am so tired from working that the last thing I want to do is sarge maybe I will go to some bordel together with my co-workers .I work in tankers-lng so actually I stay onboard.But on the other hand I have 3 months free no work at all.As for for the small town you are correct currently
I am in my local town 200.000 people I still game without problem cause I am young
and people will say just a crazy young guy my humble opinion is if I was a mature guy I do not know things might be different you got to have some social status as an older guy
but honestly even when I grow older I will do the same cause I am seaman life on board sometimes feels like you are priest

Field report 29/07/14 -

You know it's funny, everyone else seems hell bent on getting smashed from the moment we head out, some guys have been drinking since 5pm on the sea front. I show up at 8pm. Long story short we get promoted from our pool league after a decent win, this gets wrapped up as predicted around 11pm, happy days. There's literally one bar on a Tuesday night worth hitting up, can be hit and miss with regards to the ladies. There's 8 of us so a decent rowdy crowd some already wasted which can be both amusing and annoying. Our group is getting a lot of attention (mainly due to the play fight between two of the lads which results in one dude tea bagging the other in the middle of the empty dance floor with everyone looking on!) so you see what I'm up against here guys lol.

We occupy a good spot just off the dance floor, I always think this is important as location is key. I send one lad around the bar on a lap of pussy patrol to scout for the talent that's out of our current view. He returns to say there's not much talent about. But it's still rather early and I swear to fuck I need glasses cause my long distance vision is woeful. The amount of times I think I see someone attractive from a distance then they get closer and it strikes me that the goods are faulty is happening at an alarming rate of consistency.

By this point I've had a fair few pints and bottles plus three mick jagers so my prime of 2-4 pints is out of the window. I spot a two set in close proximity who I've observed various men approaching and epic failing for the past 30 mins while we have been busy dancing and fooling around. I believe too much emphasis is put on the opener, It really doesn't matter it can be literally anything, girls are just human at the end of the day and as long as you aren't some kind of creepy weirdo fuck stick then she will be pleasantly receptive. What my opener was I literally can't remember. But I open the one I'm interested in. Yes I fluff and talk a fair bit of bullshit including lying about my age. I do this to younger girls I say I'm either 26 or 28 depending on the age of my target who in this case is 19. She seems into me and my playful patter. It's loud so we are leaning in chatting about music, the town and doing some observational stuff which girls love.

One of my mates wings and joins the conversation, he's like a mini me, i lie and say we are brothers, they buy it unsurprisingly. We build a fair bit of comfort between us. Some dude even tries to move in on my target as we are dancing but she's looking at me like "who the fucks this guy?" They get more drinks and rejoin us. I move in for the number close but she says her battery is dead. True? I think so in this case. I ask for her MySpace and bebo as a joke but end up getting her Facebook instead as I get her to put her name in my phone at which point guys are lurking around pissed that they aren't involved in such an exchange. The logistics aren't great she has work the next day so I'm figured a SNL is out of the question. But I'm a patient man this isn't always the be all and end all of my game. I tell her I'll get in touch with her tomorrow and bounce. Think my wing was jealous as his woman although pleasant wasn't as keen.

After an hour or so of hanging with these birds we call it a night, by this point most have already done one and fucked off. The set I opened was literally the only set worth bothering with. On the trusty HB scale she was probably a HB7. I was in a good state after flirting with the barmaid at our pool hall who is a HB8 with fake tits earlier in the evening. I see no real benefit in chatting to average looking girls and this place is full of those. Got a date tomorrow evening with a girl who I've previously dated. Did anyone say f-close?! So I'll see who that pans out. Wasn't as successful as last weeks antics which resulted in number, kiss and hand job closes but was a good crack.

Lessons learned tonight -

More isolation on the target needed, I didn't take her away from her friend on this occasion and build one on one comfort although it's always harder to do that in a two set
Carry a lighter, I don't smoke but it's such a nice breaker if you have one
Distance myself from my friends at times as to be associated with them isn't always a good a thing

Hummmm how do I address the scenario awaiting me this Saturday night? Here's the deal...my ex missus who I'm still good friends with is coming to my town with a large group of her friends for her birthday celebrations, hotel rooms booked and all. She isn't familiar with the town so I'm acting as the guide for the evening. I have three of my friends accompanying us also. Dilemma is I'm not long single from her and is gaming her friends fair game? The social proof element around town should be more than apparent as there could be anywhere between 10-20 of us. I'm planning on milking that shit for all it's worth, we have VIP in a bar then VIP at a large club later in the evening. I'm thinking of using my situation to my advantage as girls outside our group will notice me and wonder who I am thus increasing my buying temperature right off the bat. Should be a cracking feeing, where it will lead me is solely in my hands. I have respect for my ex partner who is still hung up on me and wouldn't want to make her feel awkward by pulling right in front of her. Maybe I'm too soft! So I'll need to do any number and kiss closes away from her and her friends. Come on pua's what would you do?

You have to ask yourself what result do you want at the end of the night. You just said you don't want to pull in front of her so all the social proof that you'll have that night will be for nothing if you don't want her to feel inferior i.e. you don't take action.

Field report 02/08/2014 -

Well that was an interesting evening....the nights festivities started off with great promise, me, accompanied by my two wings were meeting up with my newly ex girlfriend and four of her friends at a fine drinking establishment (bollocks it was a wetherspoons) We arrived at 8pm and headed upstairs and walked into every mans dream set up. A large group of women on a hen party dressed up all tarty as they do. Blow up man doll, inflatable cock you get the picture. Luckily our ladies weren't arriving for half an hour, when a mans got to sarge he's got to sarge. The window of opportunity was now, clearly no other man in this place had game.

I spotted two of them break away from the group of around 20 and headed out onto the balcony. I followed suit, I commented on their attire for the evening in a negging fashion which went down well and the opener was in the bag already into the building rapport stage. By this time my two wings joined me and discussed locations of their hotel and the logistics of their stay. They were from out of town so we fluffed about bars to go to etc got a few pictures, more negging went on. The timing was perfect as we finished speaking our ladies walked in literally 10 seconds afterwards. Good work.

Then what's this, the girl who were talking to comes over and joins us, starts qualifying herself sees keen as a motherfucker. Problem for me is as expected, my ex is right next to me so I let my wing take over and crack on. He number closes, Facebook closes then kiss closes. (He ends up fucking off home with her at 10pm the bastard! And f closes)

We head to our first VIP bar of the night. By this point these five girls are wrecked dancing on tables attracting all sorts of attention, which was just fine and dandy by me. Spotted a couple of old conquests looking on, pepping my pimpality. Guys were trying to enter our cordoned area but that shit wasn't happening. A girl we know joined us and was the most sober one of the lot. My exs friends pulled me to one side and called me a cunt! Where did that come from?! Jealous, harsh neg, shit test? Who knows cause she was giving me a couple of IOI's. I shot her down. After muchos drinkos latos we switched venues. Personally I hate this place is so friggin loud and full of chavy no marks but least we were in VIP. But is was dead in there. Least in that section anyway.

Unfortunately I got lumbered with my ex as her friends all ditched her to go for a muddy swim in the sea. Now for my American readers this ain't no midnight baywatch shit this is freezing cold pissy muddy seawater not cool at all in your best gear so no wonder she declined. Leaving me, my ex, my wing and the girl who joined us from earlier. We partied for another hour or so, grabbed a late night pizza, watched a few fights whilst waiting for our taxi as per usual, such class about this town.

Long story short she slept at mine which I felt obliged to do and to be honest was the right thing under the circumstances. Yes I did f close her but she literally lept upon me. Morning rolled around and we spent the day playing old school slot machines, eating chips, ice cream and having a good analysis of the nights antics. Positives from the evening were my wing getting a SNL within two hours and with my ex I've gained a quality wing woman in the future after our break up has fully healed for her. She has already invited me out in her city and the future will be bright in that place. Wasn't quite how I expected the evening to go but an all round a good bit of social proof was gained in my local town.

Game literally takes over your life doesn't it? Tell me I'm not the only man on this earth that every other thought in your head is an after thought to women. Every action is a reaction to your brain telling you this will help your game. I find myself even at work unable to concentrate on saying productive in that department, on autopilot as I think of new routines and scenarios to improve my sarging skills.

Heading into town tonight, what fruitful ventures await.....Not cool when my alarm is set for 6:30am Wednesday but ill go with the flow and assess the bars clientele. Already had a flake this afternoon. Women make me laugh, you get called a player if you are in contact with multiple women but what they fail to realise is that eggs in one basket is a mugs game when it's comes to picking up girls as they stand blokes up on a consistent basis deflecting any sort of blame from themselves. But the abundance mentality works wonders for your mindset. If a girl flakes on me that's her number deleted and no further contact will be initiated, regardless if she is a HB10 or a HB pencil.

I'll post a field report in the coming days as to how tonight pans out. Much love.

Field report - 05/08/2014

Thankfully our pool league meeting ended in no time which meant we could hit the town earlier than expected. I may point out that non of the crew who I hang out with no anything about game or that I have gaming intentions. Yeah we talk about women a lot like all guys do and when an attractive woman walks by in a bar they all gawp and gasp like the rest of the masses, they talk about what they would do to her blah blah blah. All men talk a good game in their own heads and to their friends but what separates them from you an I? We don't just talk we take action. Tell a lie, I'm far from fearless, I'm vulnerable, over analyse situations, think about things way too much, have doubts, a touch of approach anxiety, and get mind blanks come the moment I should be approaching. These are all natural emotions which I'm sure we have all experienced at least a few times.

Same old faces in the same old places, Jesus, this town sucks serious donkey scrotum. As I walk into a Bar I spot an old lay from a few months back. It's early, around 10pm but her and her friend are already wasted on what appears to be more than just alcohol. Women, no matter how pissed will always spot you first, if you ever wonder has a women spotted you yet, the answer is yes she has. Her friend takes a liking to me, I'm sat at the bar literally not in the slightest bit interested but ok I'd probably slip her a length. Her arms are all over me and pretty much kisses my face off, don't think my old one night stand liked it too much. She try's to get in on the action but gets rejected, get that shit outta here.

My wing shall we call him is busy chatting to a couple of foreign girls who I had opened a few weeks back, trying to get in there but I know it's a lost cause. He really should of taken the barmaids number which she had offered him minutes before after confessing she has a boyfriend but really likes him. Let me try and explain the lack of talent around on this night. Imagine a room, a huge white perfectly square room, no windows, no doors, no air, no nothing. Within this room if I was to enter I would place a large wager on the fact that there would magically appear something worth fucking gaming than in this shithole I'm present tonight. I'm an honest guy I'll admit when I had chances and didn't take them but there was literally nothing worth my time tonight. There's a couple of girls that know us well who hang out on Tuesday nights and some lads flirt with them but I'm sticking to my principles of not engaging with unattractive females as I only want to test myself against the attractive ones.

I had to be up early the next morning so called it a night at 1am so not the most edge if your seat field report you will ever read but this is my journey not every night will be awesome, but we will share it together all the highs and lows to which I'm positive there will be plenty more of both. Stay safe players.

It's safe to say it's been an eventful weekend thus far! Saturday morning involved me being contacted by my newly finished with ex girlfriend informing me she is pregnant. Fuckin great (a hint of sarcasm there) Followed by me meeting up with my previous ex girlfriend Saturday night as we travelled to watch an evening hot air balloon festival which was banging. Shame about the Saturday thing though cause I usually keep this night free for fresh sarging opportunities. We kiss closed which was unexpected as surely we are just close friends these days. What's with all the ex's knocking about?

Tonight I have a date with a HB8 at a fine drinking establishment where I aim to progress through the various stages of kino, flirt like fuck and play up to the cocky funny persona I've been portraying in my texts as of late. We both have work early Monday morning so the chances of a f close are unlikely, I'd say everything else is on the cards though with a bit of pua patter aimed in her direction.

I'll be gaming Tuesday night as I'm off the next day which always helps with my frame of mind as I let loose a hell of a lot more. I'll keep you informed on how tonight goes. This is officially a first meet. I game anywhere I get chance and yes this does include dating sites. I love the thrill of meeting somebody new and building attraction etc. Yes it's not in the field but meeting up tonight surely counts as in field? Texting is a bit of speciality of mine. I look at it as a numbers game, the more fingers you have in pies the better your chances at nailing that perfect 10 and improving your game. Beats sitting at home on a Sunday night with a pot noodle and a wank. Laterz.

Thought I'd drop by with an update....if I thought my previous week was eventful then that's been nothing compared to the last 10 days. I've had 4 dates, one if which resulted in a f close, another her storming out of the bar and the other two went pretty standard. Oh and in other news I found out my ex was lying about the pregnancy thing even to the extent of printing off other peoples baby scan pictures and passing them off as her own! Trust me guys there are some sick fuckin bitches out there who may seem nicer than nice but beneath that shit they are wolves in sheeps clothing.

Gotta get my head back in the game as although it's been a good week and half overall I'd be lying if I said I haven't been shook up with all this fake baby news. Got the bank holiday weekend approaching and have another date with a girl I've known for about a month now and we are hooking up Saturday night.

I'll quickly fill you in on what happened with the cow that stormed out on me. We went for a drink, good banter, watched a comedy at the cinema, again good bants. Hit a bar later in the evening and she proceeds to explain that she sells pictures and dirty underwear for money and does webcam. This didn't phase me. But what did bother me was the fact that she spent the entire time head down on her phone selling her panties and engaging in talk on her mobile. This is like a reg flag to a bull to me. I pulled her up on it by simply explaining that it's rude to do this on a date. This feisty one is into all that dominatrix stuff so isn't used to guys standing upto her methinks. She left her drink and walked out in a strop, followed by me shouting fuck off then lol. Was highly amusing to others who were watching on. I calmly finished my drink in a timely manor and left, frame unaltered.

Good luck to all the men sarging this weekend, my thoughts are with you. My friends are being skint mofos at the minute hence why I'm having to arrange dates on a Saturday night as I'm to much of a pussy to sarge alone dats da truth right there.

nice man very nice I read all your post me I am just improving my game but I find it hard to f-close fast in a small town everything moves slower maybe its me that I have to improve my game but I see progress at least now I am not getting blow out from sets I having some dates finally understanding the mentality of greek girls that they actually like the utterly romantic guys and they even like shy guys wtf.But If I want to get laid really fast maybe I will try women in ages 25-40 they are less shy.

rome it's not was a build in one day keep sarging and you will find all answers through time spend in infield.

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