August 13th 2014
We are sitting at the pregame spot, VP and I. I haven't gone out with him in awhile. I promote one of the more exclusive night clubs in the area, and it is much more rare that I go out for the sole purpose of pick up. When I say that I promote at an exclusive club, I'm not saying to boast. The fact that it is an exclusive upper class club brings along a slew of unique pros and cons. Anyway, we are sitting there. VP is drinking bud light, and I have one drink myself. To no surprise, the conversation is dominated by talk of his precious fat ass chick. VP has been adamant about wanting to game, and I took him up on his offer. There we sat, however, talking about his "wife".
He said that he was going to meet up with her.
I asked him why.
He said because he wanted to cuddle her.
Okay. What if you didn't?
Then she would get mad.
I suppose. What if you explain that you lost your phone for the night and you don't meet up with her?
I can't do that. I have to cuddle her. I leave for two days to go Colorado tomorrow.
Two days? You're telling me that you can't hold off seeing her for several days?
The phone buzzes. He impulsively reaches for it.
Give me your phone.
No. I have to text her.
I'm trying to help you. You gotta take a break from her.
No I have to cuddle her.
I'll make you a deal. If you give me your phone I PROMISE I will give it back to you.
*VP hesitates but finally hands it over after some convincing*
I take the phone and remove the battery. I hand him back the inoperable phone.
I promised I would give it back to you.
No! I have to text her. She's my wife.
This goes on back and forth. For the sake of brevity, I'll stop here. Meanwhile, there are two attractive girls sitting 3 feet from us at the nearby table. While VP calls PFAC, I slide over to their table and take a seat.
Can I ask your girls' opinion on something?
Sure.
Do you think it is irresponsible to get married impulsively in Vegas?
Umm yeah..
Hm. That's funny. I look over at VP at our table, while he talks to PFAC on the phone.
"Come on PFAC. I just want to cuddle you". I heard him repeat this line probably 10+ times. It appears PFAC is mad at him for not meeting her at the hotel at the agreed upon time, and is about to go to bed. His cuddle window is about to close.
Did your buddy get married in Vegas?
Yeah. Show them the ring!
VP flashes the shitty 25 cent ring.
The girls now have some mild interest in the interaction. We talk about VP's marital decision and shoot the shit for awhile. VP ends up leaving to solidify his plans with PFAC, and to secure the fleeting cuddle session. Meanwhile, I chop it up with the two chicks. Their interest level in the interaction remains fairly low. This doesn't bother me all that much. I'm just happy to be having the conversation...and at VP's expense for that matter. After awhile, the homeboy they have been waiting for rolls up. He greets the girls, and the girl I had been primarily talking to introduces me. This was a polite move on her part, and I took it as a thread of character. I felt the interaction had run its course, and I had to take a mighty piss. The timing may have appeared that I scrammed when the guy friend showed, but that was neither here nor there to me. I gave her my business card in case she wanted to come to my club, and told her I'd see her around.
I walked out to see VP outside on the curb, winding down his conversation with PFAC. It appeared he was more relieved now, and I didn't have to guess why. His persistence payed off, and PFAC agreed to wait for him. He felt bad for leaving me, but I told him I wanted to stay. I'd hang around for awhile solo. I told him I was disappointed in him. I gave him a hard time, but it is because I feel that there is a glaring incongruity about him. There is an incongruity with this whole culture, and tonight was just another example reinforcing the paradigm shift that I have been progressing towards lately.
As I walked down the college bar strip solo, I thought about VP and his situation. I thought about how I have felt when I am talking to a new girl. I met a girl from Mexico recently, while I was out promoting. Guru had pulled her and her cousin off the street. He introduced me to them, and I chatted them up. My new method of "game" shifts when I'm working clubs. The objective is to get as many of the prettiest girls to come to our table as possible, and keep them there. Show them a good night, and they will come back the week after. Having hot girls at the table influences high rollers and big wigs to spend money. When high rollers spend money, the bar makes more money. When the bar makes more money, I make more money.
A rather shallow circle of life. I know. I'm enjoying the ride for the meantime though, and it keeps my people skills sharp. I'll talk more about this in the future.
So I met this latina girl from Guru's pull. She had the look. Brown hair, brown eyes. Very similar to this
http://stealherstyle.net/wp-content/upl ... hair-5.jpg. I'm weak when it comes to these brunettes. She looked especially similar to a girl from high school that I took on a date. The first date of my life actually. I was so pumped that the girl wanted to go on a date with me at the time. I was 16 I believe. I felt lucky...and nervous. I took her to see a movie and I didn't talk all that much. I later heard from a mutual friend that she felt like it was the worst date she had ever been on. Needless to say, it was something that I never forgot.
So I was with the new Mexican girl with my current 23 year old self. I wasn't trying to pull any stops out or make any moves. We were in the club and my only hard fast goal was to make sure that they didn't leave our table. Guru ended up pulling me aside. He told me that the cousin of Mexican chick said that Mexican chick digged me. Neato. Despite having the green light, I still had hesitation. No matter how many make outs, lays, or "successful" pick ups, I still carry anxiety that has been reinforced into me since childhood. Will she reject me like my first date did? Am I too shy? Is she too snobby? Is she actually interested in me?
As I tried to size her up, and her me, some guy friends rolled in. They gave me a suspicious look, as they began interacting with her. They appeared to be acquaintances of hers. She didn't express any amount of interest that threatened me, but one of the home boys had a case of the thirst. Meanwhile, Guru's prospect (the cousin) had landed happily in the arms of an ex boyfriend. I'll tell ya, conditions can change in the blink of an eye. I became mad at myself for not taking action when Guru was being dealt shitty cards on his end. The ball is resting on the tee, and all I had to do was take a swing. So I did. I brought her in and started building up for the kiss. I teased her. As I reflect on the memory of a memory, I can say that there are few things in life that beat a first kiss with a pretty girl you have just met. As I kissed her, the anxieties and doubts melted away. I think this is why a first kiss is so damn satisfying. Anyway, we madeout for the rest of the night. I ended up driving her home, and I took her on a date before she left for California the next day.
I looked at VP tonight, before he took a taxi to see his PFAC. I saw how he was torn between wanting to stay with me...and cuddling his "wifey". I saw how he was torn between wanting to be a player, and wanting to spend time with a single girl he can rely on. He felt bad for ditching me, but I didn't resent him for it. I have caught those same feelings. My only beef with him is for ever trying to bill himself as some sort of cold cool pimp. I'm not writing this field report to bag on VP though. I'm not writing this to elevate myself as the true "player". I'm not here to even talk "game" anymore. I'm here to expose pick up for what it is. I'm here to expose life for what it is. Why post on a pick up forum then if you don't believe in "game"? Pick up is where I found my beginning. Now I will tell you guys my vision for the end.
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