sunday, september 7, 2014
woke up, drove back home. i had been messaging enso throughout the day. he met rsd todd last night outside the club everyone's been promoting. he said he walked outside and saw todd amid a twoset with students watching. enso opened him, and todd said, "nice vest, man." hahahaha. that's pretty cool though. it would have been dope to see todd game.

i met up with enso around 7:30 for a bit of night game. it was kinda slow when we got there, and it would turn out to be slow throughout the rest of the night too. we hit up several bars, but there weren't sets anywhere. finally we came across a twoset. one of the girls looked like a busted-ass version of pfac. i had to open on that alone. i opened with some lame-ass club-promoting lines. weak shit, but it's an easy indirect opener. the girls didn't seem too receptive at first. enso tapped one on the shoulder, and she didn't even turn around to acknowledge him. the rudimentary pfac was texting when i opened. at first she didn't look up at me. i made fun of her and said, "aww, you came to a bar to text your mom? how cute." she said that she was telling her mom that she was at a church youth group. i winged the club-promoting bullshit for maybe 50 seconds, then n-closed to be out and rendezvous later, and Frenched it on departure.

the rest of the night, there wasn't really shit out. guru came and started promoting. i was chilling at a ledge at one point when some fucking plastered chick came up to me and started rubbing up right next to me. she was gross-looking so i didn't do shit. i tried being short with her, but she kept yapping my fucking head off. eventually her drunken mind took the hint, and she peaced.

enso and i mobbed around looking for sets to pull to the club. we came across this fourset at one venue that ran into some fat, old, nasty, bald motherfucker. the girls ran up to him and hugged him as fuck when they saw him. incredibly, the dude looked like he had mad game. didn't make sense but whatever. enso and i jocked him for a minute, then bounced out.

i ran into some girl i went to high school with. she mad looks like a single mom. she was with a girl friend who looked equally as single-mommy. i n-closed (for the club's sake) before bouncing. we hit up some new club later on, and the high school girl and her friend were there getting drunk. there was a live band playing, and, at one point, the girls got pulled onto the stage to dance. the bitches were going ham up there and madeout with each other at one point. enso and i almost died. we schemed on getting them drunker when they got offstage, but we both agreed we didn't know how to go about it since we weren't even about to pay for those bitches' shots. i reopened weakly after they got off, but the shit didn't go anywhere and i wasn't in the mood to pursue.

we bounced and hit up another bar. the fourset of girls we had seen earlier and the fat homer simpson motherfucker were there. enso said he had to talk to the dude to learn true game. he decided to go in with a promotion opener. he mobbed up to the dude at the bar as the dude was surrounded by his harem, and asked, "yo, are these your girls?" the dude turned, quickly spouted, "i've never met them before," and turned back around without giving enso a single additional hint of attention. hahahahahaha. though enso wasn't trying to be a cb, the dude definitely knew how to deflect one if he were, that's for sure. i watched it in enso's face, how lost he was. he stood there for maybe two seconds, then walked away aimlessly. welcome to the real world, bro. i laughed my ass off. enso was about to cry. he wanted to post up and watch the dude do work. at one point, we saw the dude makeout with the ugliest chick in set. it made sense to me then that he was plugging her and had met the other girls out of some kind of social connection. he wasn't plowing all four, no doubt, and he wasn't pimping those hos either.

it was around 1 by then, and everywhere was dead so we started mobbing back to our cars. there was no drinking tonight. enso and i both agreed that alcohol both makes game way easier and a lot more fun. but it's murderous to your health, drains your bank account, and is kinda a form of cheating. i've decided that i'm saving drinking for two occasions from here on out: when i'm on the road or when it's a really special night. and i'm dropping the smoking altogether. i got to the point about a year ago where i was running five miles a day. smoking, drinking, and poor nutrition kills your aerobic health. not cool.

we posted up near our cars and talked game for like an hour-and-a-half in the goddamn pouring rain. seriously fucking record rainfall for our city. soaked the fuck out of me. i asked enso what his goal was in game. i've never quite figured out what he's been after. he doesn't want a girlfriend or anything serious, he doesn't want any female friends or to be more social, he doesn't even enjoy fucking bitches. (he says almost every time that he's out, that he doesn't like to close.) he said that he wants what that homer simpson motherfucker had--a harem. lol. it makes sense. to have multiple girls around that you feel comfortable enough with and who are available to bang pretty much whenever.

we saw some homeboy get chased by two dudes before bouncing out. they looked like they were gonna kill the guy. i drove back home, through the rain. shit took nearly an hour to get back. gahhhhhh. fell asleep comfy as fuck though. felt nice to not be drunk.

I'm in Honolulu, you punk-ass bitches. If anyone happens to live in HI, hmu.

Wow dude your game is really strong, especially your inner game its a beast man. I notice you usually open sets in the bar and isolate them really quickly. How do you usually open and then isolate them so quickly? Lets say a two set or a mixed set

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Yo man, thanks for reading and for the comment. Opening is pretty easy: pretty much just roll into a set and say whatever pops into your head. A good go-to opener for me when I'm in a nightclub is to tell girls to dance with me for four seconds. You can also tap girls on the shoulder and wave at them awkwardly. These are both good for nightclub openers when most girls have been drinking.

Other than that, just open with whatever you want. It doesn't make a difference. Regarding isolation, tell the girl you want to talk to her alone for a second. Grab her hand and lead her to some corner of the bar or somewhere outside on the patio where you can be alone. From there, tell her some dumb shit, like you love her or something, that you want to have ten kids with her, then K-close and go on from there.

Have fun, my dude. Let me know if you have any other questions.

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Thanks man for those tips! I've only started reading your entire post since a few days back and i've learnt a lot from how you've been killin it! Now i've reached the last few pages and found out you've been settling down, hope that i can still come back to you for some tips man. Im currently only 18 and excited to start this gaming life especially after seeing your post. I've been reading about pua and rsd about almost a year already, been trying to go out and game whenever i can at night. But one of my main problem is isolating a girl from a mixed group, they often stick to their group, sometimes i try to entertain the whole group before trying to isolate her, but most of the times its quite tough. Any tips for that?

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Where the fuck has VP been? My god, you guys. My god.

So I obviously haven't been the gamiest lately, but I have still managed to get out a few times. I went out in Honolulu a lot, but I didn't post any FRs because there wasn't anything worth mentioning. Just hit a big music festival with a PUA stationed out there (member159257.html). (Honolulu game really sucks btw.)

Back at home, I've been going out with a few dudes recently: Enso, Consistency, and a new dude we met from the forum who goes by the alias T.R. (member128814.html). The guys have been doing their regular game. Meanwhile I've been mostly hiding in the shadows, keeping game at bay because my entire mindset has switched as of late.

Last weekend was a shit show, not because of any hard rejection or anything like that, but rather due to inner game stifles. Weak shit, but it happens to everyone time to time. Went out last night with Enso and a dude who is newly versed in some RSD principles. I talked to Enso at the end of the night, and we both had input on oneitis and falling out of game. He's been struggling with one of his chicks (who he refers to as SG).

I have some topics I'd like to write about. I'm studying for a test this weekend, but hopefully I'll be able to bang out some writings this weekend.

Stay tuned.

Friday, October 24, 2014
What goodie witchya? I'm going to bang out this motherfucker for the past week before the weekend ensues. So I went out last Saturday with Consistency and Smith. The night was popping because the university had a game. High energy nights are typically my favorite, and the style of game I brandish works best during times like these. You can feed off the crowd's energy, and you have a huge abundance of targets to game.

I went out earlier in the week to day game with Enso and T.R. Enso and I mobbed around the university, and he opened five chicks by asking if they'd makeout with him for a dollar. When they said no, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and asked if they'd do it for a hundred. One chick was kinda down, but Enso didn't push it. He went home empty-handed. We scooped T.R. and checked out downtown. It was pretty dead 'cause it was a Tuesday. Whatevers.

Went out last night. I met up with Enso at his crib and downed a six pack. FUCK YEAH!!!! I felt back in God mode. We mobbed out to meet up with Consistency and T.R. at our regular pregame joint. As we were posted up on the patio pregaming, I saw a dude I met last Saturday. Dude looks like Larenz Tate but with a skinnier face. He was a fucking animal last weekend. Not necessarily in a good way, but he's new to the game and I give him props for having BALLS. He's 20 so he can only run street game. I watched him open mixed set after mixed set and try to makeout with two different chicks who were both with their boyfriends. I'm surprised he didn't get a beating.

Anyway we all sat around drinking--except the 20-year-old. Enso and Consistency are both suffering from oneitis. I guess I am too in a way. Fuck it. Game is the answer to that shit. Enso and I have agreed that one of the reasons girls handle break-ups so well is because they have huge support systems. All their dumb girl friends, all those lame-ass fucks trying to get their dicks wet under the pretense of providing comfort. I said we have the same shit now. We have a group of PUAs who don't do a lot more than game. How the fuck can we fail with that shit? It's like Hov says, "Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each other's crutches." It felt dope to be back out with the squad. We mobbed out and hit our first bar. Ran into Smith and one of his homeboys. Shit was on.

Guys, again I need to reiterate: when you're in set, be a boss. Don't break eye contact, get in her personal space, be physical from the start, say whatever the fuck pops into your head. If you don't have your own method of scoring makeouts, go with the French goodbye. Easy.

I met another dude who is into RSD shit before bouncing. The PUA team keeps growing and growing.

As we were bouncing back to Enso's car, I spotted a chick on the corner. I felt like fucking with her so I just stared at her. I didn't break eye contact at all. She freaked out the way a dog does when you stare at it and asked, "What the fuck are you looking at?" I didn't say anything and kept staring. Hahahaha. She grabbed security from the nearest bar. Like wtf is he gonna do? As she walked down the street with her lame-ass bf, I continued staring at her. I love fucking with bitches sometimes. It's all in good nature.

Enso dropped T.R. at his pad, and I mobbed back to his place to crash on his floor. I got to see my girl Swags.

Everyone was in good spirits. The animal himself scored four Ks. Fun night.

I'm going to summarize the past few days.

Thursday, October 23, 2014
pFAc had been spending last week's nights in jail because she got a DUI when we were out one night. I picked her up from work and took her back to jail Thursday night (she had work release). As we sat in the car waiting for her to go in, I asked if she thought any of the girls she met in jail had drinking issues. She said maybe, and that she herself may have had one in the past. I asked why she said this, and she said because she went out so often. Turns out she had a period of about a year where she went out Wednesday through Sunday. Something that she said in the past struck me then. She said she used to makeout with everyone when she used to go out, and if she went out five nights a week for about a year--that's a fuckload of dudes!

Goddamn it.

My girl's a ho.

I went home and questioned whether I could be with a chick who macked down that many dudes. It's hypocritical that I would count my makeouts this year (which is at 145 as of right now) and still judge a girl based on the number of meaningless makeouts she pulled in the past, but I don't give a fuck. This is my goddamn life, and I can be as selfish and hypocritical as I fucking want to be.

Friday, October 24, 2014
I had to meet with the Euro chick in my class (the one I've tried to game in the past) to discuss some school things. She said she wants to study with me but can't because she's friends with my ex. That fucking bitch.

I met up with pFAc after class. She was released from jail today so I wanted to spend time with her. It's weird because I've only been out a few times since I got back from the trip back in summer. A few months ago, I lived to go out and game bitches. I feel like I've become bitchmade. I know the g is still in me because I saw it come out last weekend. It's just this relationship with pFAc that's fucking my shit.

We chilled at my pad, in my room. Nothing more.

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Woke up with pFAc and took a little road trip to a town I lived in for a few years back in the day. It was pretty fun. Got back home, had some carne asada at her crib, then mobbed back to mine. We had an argument in the car that persisted for the night. Shit got messy. She hates my past, and I don't necessarily like hers right now either. Had probably the most passionate sex I've had with her after we got done tripping.

I'm writing about these things because I want to provide a glimpse of what happens when you take a break from game to fuck with one girl. This may apply to any inexperienced dudes out there who have never been in a relationship or those who haven't been in one for a while and forgot how the shit can fuck you up. It's somewhat easy to get hung up on one chick if you separate from your rotation and spend too much time with her, which is exactly what happened to me when I traveled half the country with pFAc. Be wary of that shit. The best way to game is to grab up as many girls as you can and spread your time out between them during the day and gaming other bitches at night. When you do this, you're untouchable, you're a baller. You can develop a rotation within about a month of consistent going out, I'd say.

Dealing with relationship drama, and jealousy, and anxiety, is just fucking bitchmade. Going player is where it's at. You have your regulars--who can provide the sexual services of a relationship. Fuck emotional connection and all that bullshit. It used to sicken me--and still does actually--seeing guys walking around holding their girlfriend's hand. That shit is lame. You be the badass player who bangs bitches without a sensual connection and then send them off to fuck with their weak boyfriends in the future. That's where it's at.

I'll express this more later, but I gotta run to class. Peace, players.

It's really strange how a girl's past bothers men. I know most people say to just "get over it" but those are people who have no idea what they're talking about and are in a relationship with a chick who hasn't got such a "slutty" past, or guys who just don't get laid and are white knights, or girls. I can tell you my girlfriend's past has really gotten in the way of our otherwise good relationship, just because my mind cannot deal with it. As suspected, she didn't understand it, and she still doesn't, having told me to "just get over it".

If you have no emotional connection this shit doesn't bother you one bit, because all you're doing is fucking and that's it. But once there is an emotional connection, it has a very real effect on you as a man. It is insane. I am truly starting to think this might be a deeply ingrained replication mechanism in our brains, or a deeply ingrained psychological issue from very early on, however since so many men suffer from it, I lean towards the first. I haven't found any scientific articles on it as of yet, maybe because most people don't see it as a real issue. I have even talked to my therapist about it, and even she can only offer to glimpse into my psychological history, nothing more, saying it has to do with upbringing and the likes, however it is an almost universal issue.

Anyway, hope you can sort this out for yourself. And of course feel free to PM me.

No I disagree. If you are intimidated by a girl's past, it means you haven't fucked enough women. Since I have lost count of the number of women I've fucked, I rarely get into a relationship with girls who have a higher lay count than me.

You just need to shag many, many more women. Then your girlfriend's past won't bother you. I'm not jealous of any of my GF's ex boyfriends, in fact, they are more likely to be jealous of me, because I'm banging the girl who broke their hearts.

The more girls you fuck, the better you get at sex. Then when you know you can make your girlfriend squirt harder than any guy she's ever fucked, you won't care about all the limp dicks who were inside her before your dick arrived

Sup guys. I agree with both of you. I think a lot of guys are bothered by their girlfriends' pasts. I haven't found a girl who's fucked close to as many dudes as I have chicks, but I still wouldn't want to settle for good with a chick who has a high number. I know it's hypocritical, but I've always envisioned myself eventually settling with a Mandy Moore type, not Paris Hilton. I think it may boil down to personal preference and what you can accept. I've known a lot of dudes and chicks who state their significant other's past doesn't mean much. I've also known a lot who can't accept prior slutty behavior. This aspect is going to be different in every relationship.

I think it depends on what you can tolerate. If you're strict no slutty chicks and your gf was a ho, it's going to be hard to move on with her, at least in a truly healthy way. If this is the case, maybe it's best to separate entirely or downgrade her to an FWB.

For me, it's not so much an insecurity issue as in I'm afraid a girl's prior partners may be better than me--Fuck that. It's almost never going to happen. It's more I'm not going to settle with something I don't want. If we're seeking quality women and one of the qualities we judge on is her past, then don't settle with a girl who has a past you don't like. Simple as that. You're the fucking buyer, not the seller. Don't buy some piece of shit hoopty that any lame-ass motherfucker making more than a janitorial position can cop. Work at purchasing a high-end, luxury sports car that very few can afford and enjoy.

To the OP. You sound like a creepy sexual predator always trying to get girls you fucking hardly know to go back to your apartment. You are a danger to women and so fucking desperate I'm surprised you haven't been arrested. When that ugly girl wouldn't leave you alone you had the fucking nerve to be pissed off. Well get this. Lots of girls feel the same way when assholes like you don't take no for an answer and keep pestering them and pestering them. For fuck sake you are coming across as a rapey, fucking jerk. Your whole life revolves around getting an HB8 into your lair. You need to fucking calm the hell down or you will end up in serious trouble.

Your brains are in your fucking dick and what's with the staring and staring at girls making them feel extremely uncomfortable but you feel like a boss when you do it? Man that is just fucking creepy. You need help you sick cunt.

Hey man, thanks for the comment (I guess?). Sorry to see you haven't enjoyed my posts and that my writings came across in the wrong light to you. None of this is meant to be taken as making girls "uncomfortable" as you accused. If that's the way you see it, maybe you read my posts wrong or are somewhat new to PU. All of this is meant to make players act like themselves and be playful/teasing.

If you think it's "wrong" to invite a girl back to your place after you took her out and had a great time with her, I don't know what to tell you. It's merely the next step to a great, fun meet-up: continue the fun by hanging out at your pad. If a girl is enjoying herself while being in your company and wants to join you by going back to your place, there isn't anything wrong with that. I'm not quite sure how that comes across as "creepy". (Maybe you should date a girl for half a year before asking her to have drinks at your place. I'm kidding obviously.)

Again, sorry you haven't enjoyed reading and if my style of "gaming" is not to your liking/doesn't match your style. This is just a write-up of my experiences. It's hard to accurately judge what went on without being present.

Let me know if you have any questions or further criticisms.

Thanks (again, I guess? Lol.).