Saturday November 15, 2014
The texting began to break down when hispanic girl kept using words like maybe, and I have to see. I was trying to get her tonight. She said she wasn't available during the week and said we could meet up next weekend. I wasn't having that shit. I don't like setting up dates more than a few days in the future. 7 days was too much and gives her ample flake material. I ended the conversation without setting a date by telling her maybe we would be in touch and we could try this again. She sent me a winky face, lol, and a Yes! I'll hit her back like Wednesday or Thursday and see if I can get her out on the weekend.
The number I got from OKcupid went cold when the only response she could send me had to do with us meeting up.
My highlight of the night... the lonely-hoverer. At this place there is an empty bar outside that faces a brick wall. I saw a woman with a nice jacket with her back to the club tapping on her phone alone staring at the brick wall. "Hey, go get her right there." I tell the guy we will refer to as weak wing. Weak wing responds with a, "No man I"..his voice faded into a blah blah blah blah sound in my head, some excuse, he was giving them all night. I walked over to the woman and started talking to her over my shoulder. She gave me the vibe she would blow out an aggressive approach. She wasn't drinking, or smoking, and she had almost every inch of her body covered in cloths. I was escalating touch during our conversation. Standard laughs and shit I usually get with this style. Felt like it was time to exit. I told her I was french and she asked me to speak some so I kissed her left cheek, right cheek, and went towards her lips. I stopped just short of actually kissing her because her reaction had me slightly confused. I think she was mind fucked for a second at my actions thinking about it now. She didn't lean in to close that last little bit of space. She didn't turn her cheek to me for my kiss to land there either. She didn't pull away immediately. There were a few moments she stood there frozen (Maybe a full second but it felt like forever). Finally, she pulled away and said no kissing which was what I was expecting her to do from the beginning. I should have just dove into those lips during that brief window. She was just my type. A pretty asian woman with deep brown eyes and bright nail polish who dressed well. My past experiences with kiss closes have been that the woman would either reject the kiss immediately and pull away or break that little distance herself and participate in the kiss. Never had one freeze; I wonder what emotions her body felt at that time. I went in expecting to be blown out which I think made me blind to the opportunity. I should have kept leading and stole the kiss. I'm going to consider that type of reaction as compliance until testing proves otherwise from now on.
See how I'm kicking myself now? Won't happen next time. Sometime in that interaction I got her phone in my hand and typed my phone number. Her phone didn't have a way to go directly to sending text messages from where I dialed my number. I stupidly gave her the phone back, and asked her to send me a text... Later in the night looking back I realized I should have just hit the send button when the phone was in my hand. Little shit like this annoys me about women, just because I didn't hit the send button immediately, you disqualify me? HaHa. She may have been a flaky number anyway.
Before I got to the club...
I just hopped out of an entirely cold shower where I rinsed myself off 3 times. (I didn't bother with hot water this time I wanted to rinse off as much of that bullshit AA as I could) AA obliterated from my soul and washed down the drain I dried off and began lining my face up with some clippers. I started feeling electricity on my face from the clippers. Then my dick touched the sink (which was wet at the time) and an electric shock went through my face and out of my dick. WOOOO!
I dried off the sink, and floor, and pressed the power surge button on the bathroom outlet to get the electricity back working again. I finished lining up my face. Performed some oral hygiene, got dressed, and I stepped out of my apartment feeling a massive amount of energy which lead me to howl at the moon. The uber driver was showing me pictures of his victoria secret model daughter. I talked to him about women and he said I should meet her. I'm not about to let some dad introduce me to his daughter. Bad karma for my intentions.
When I first walked into the club I was feeling like I wanted to pounce. I'm so ampped up. I paid the cover then stepped into the area where the actual club is. I unfocused my eyes and let the training take over. I stepped through the door with my normal earth shattering presence and saw this curly, golden haired cutie standing with her friend close to the door. I paid money to this club for them to present women to me. Time to play. I high fived and hand hugged her into a real hug, and told her we would talk like that for a minute. Shit worked... I talked with her for a few minutes and said I needed to find my friends and told her I was going to give her three kisses. I hit the left cheek , then the right cheek, then I went for the lips and got her other cheek. I saw J and went over to talk to him.This girl and her friend were hovering around me a lot during the night. I don't like re-opening women I've already opened. I should do it more often though after reading valleyplaya's stuff. Several sets that didn't blow out but gave me cheeks (one who didn't even give me the cheeks) were hovering around me during the night. It's a huge place that's almost like 5 venues wrapped into one. Lounges clubs and bars are all represented well here. I knew they were hovering and didn't just happen to be there because of how close I kept looking up and finding these stupid bitches. I would move and see them again soon after. Maybe they just wanted to see me in action I don't know. I think they were following me even though they didn't let me kiss because when they were wrapped up in my state all they could do is laugh and feel good. My energy was ridiculous no one like me in the club that night. I know they didn't feel anything else like it in that place and probably missed it, but fuck that shit you had a shot hoe. I may try out re-openings...I guess it would be like how I send follow up messages to women when they go cold on okcupid only to later have them give me their numbers or ask me out.
My state is so high and keeps getting higher. I found myself standing in a group of 4 guys. 3 of them were supposed to be wings, and myself. I see the curly haired girl who I opened when I first walked in dancing in front of me for like the third time this night. I tell weak wing to go talk to her and even give him some lines and shit to try out. "No man I..." I tune his ass out and look to my right and see an unopened set dancing. I'm starting to get irritated by the intimidation I'm feeling emanating from his body each time I point at a set for him to talk to. I tell him, "Fuck these hoes man. There are too many to be worrying about what that particular one thinks." Later in the night when we saw a pretty woman with a nice jacket tapping on her phone staring at a brick wall that he didn't want to approach I asked him if he liked women, you know to help motivate him. He said he did in fact like women, then started running through some more excuses that I left him with as I approached the highlight of my evening.
I turned to J. "Hey J go approach them." I say to J about the set dancing to my right. "I want to see you do it." he responds. You've seen me do it like 4 times already I think, now I want to observe your shit. O well, I go dance with hottest one for 4 seconds grinding on ass and touching hips then she blows me out before I can start speaking the truth. I didn't like the angle I would have had to maneuver in order to get to her friend so bounced back to the table where the shivering wings stood. I got back to the table feeling great. "Ok J, go approach those girls over there" I'm indicating a different set that hasn't been opened yet who are dancing. "I want to see you do it one more time he says..." Dammit J. So I go up from behind and dance with another pretty bitch for 4 seconds before she blows me out. I got a lot of 4 second dances tonight haha. Maybe like 30? One chick who blew me out leaned over and whispered to her friend that I said I would dance with her for 4 seconds. I put my hand on the friends lower back and whisper in her ear "That was about 4 seconds right." The friend said "Yep!" and told the blowout what I said. I left them bitches giggling on the dance floor.
All of the women whom I approached from the front were receptive to me holding them and talking for a few minutes. The ones I came at from behind...not so much. The ones who were receptive if I managed to lock eyes and start speaking before they could blow out. In my head I'm fantasizing that at least one or two who blew me out without looking at me first regretted that shit. Who knows idgaf.
I will not be slipping behind girls again. I tried to slip behind this short bitch who was dropping her ass to the floor. The timing was not good. She stood up right as I stepped in and the crown of her head came up slamming into my chin with her full body weight behind it. I just smiled like a mad man and ate that shit like a G. I was trying to get J to approach more women and he kept telling about the approaches he had already done for the night. I could sense irritation in him and asked if he felt I was pressuring him. He admitted he felt the pressure. Good cause I was pouring it on! But I understood his position. He wasn't with this aggressive animalistic style I was using this night. That's cool.
Thinking now though even if you use a more conversation based game you can still be aggressive at getting into the sets. He likes approaching sets that aren't moving around too much. Like girls sitting down. He most likely would have approached the girl staring at the brick wall that weak wing pussied out of if I asked him. I found myself trying to get Weak Wing to approach a set by telling him it didn't matter what he talked about just try to make her laugh escalate physically and go for some sort of close. The only woman I saw him speak to the entire night with my own eyes was a girl I was already talking with. Not her friend. Who kept trying to cut into my conversation... He opened the one I was talking to. Haha. Man, I wish Dutch would have come out tonight. I ignored the chick who was answering whatever Weak Wing said to her and started texting Dutch about these sorry ass wings. She iced weak win and he left. I was sitting on her right not facing her directly. I never face them directly right off the bat when I'm doing less aggressive conversational based stuff. For some reason I lost the urge to keep talking to her and kept texting on my phone and looking for another set to open. It was actually going well. She had one of those penis straws and I had her doing tricks with it right as Weak Wing showed up.
Her friend got the message and got up to leave and penis girl tapped me on my leg as she chased after her friend. I felt a little regret because she was on the hook and I let her off for no reason.
No kisses tonight... I wasn't going for numbers I'm sure I could have gotten a few if that was my goal. I've never went out actively trying to kiss broads on the spot before. It was too fun. I enjoyed vibing with them while we we're in close touching each other. I also enjoyed kissing cheeks. What I enjoyed most was the blowouts...except one. As the girl blew out particularly hard. I turned away from her to look for another set and she nudged my shoulder saying hurry up. I did a slow motion look at my shoulder then up to her eyes with the cold, heartless eyes that are reserved for the dismissed, which probably frightened her, and told her not to touch me.
"There are too many women to be caring about approaching. Just go grab her and run your yapper!" I found myself telling weak wing again. The other wing who came with the weak wing (Not J) I will refer to him as my Indian friend kept disappearing. My guess was that he was soloing. Whenever he popped up though he too refused to approach sets, and asked for tips which I gladly gave out. He didn't try anything in front of me. I liked the fact that he wasn't trying to hang around me all night like weak wing did. So I n closed him before I left out for the night. We're going day gaming Tuesday.
Man I was feeding off the blowouts. It was multiplying how good I felt. I kept laughing at my wings when they gave me excuses not to approach women. It's funny because I attacked a lot of sets that had friends and my wings never winged me... The night basically went: my wings asking me to demonstrate approaching and me trying to kiss women but never getting the kiss. I've started working on some of my bad habits. I said I wouldn't women walk away so easily anymore in previous posts. One woman I approached from the front had some dude standing next to her dancing. They weren't touching or looking at each other. I swooped in and hand hugged her into a real hug. As we were talking she was slowly backing up but never removed my arms so I moved with her. We slightly got further and further away from the guy then he gently touched my bicep, to separate us. Before he could speak or do anything my arm was around his shoulder with a "What's up player."
That arm around his shoulder was almost a right hook, but I want to keep this game peaceful, and I didn't know his intentions. I don't like motherfuckers touching me who aren't friendly. That's my girlfriend he says. I say cool and try to talk with him for a bit, but I think he is offended or something and he slides his cheek against mine and tries to turn to his woman while saying "we're dancing." I think to myself that's what you fucking call dancing? If you're dancing then why weren't you touching or even looking at her? There was too much space and they weren't even facing each other directly. I reach my arm around him one more time as I thought back to the guy in the suit from yesterday who tried to pull away the woman I was talking to. I tell him he should grab a hold of her because there are people who will try and swoop in and steal his girl in this place. I bounced out back to J who was curious about how I handled the guy. I gave him a few of the things that came out while I was there. When I told J the story he pointed out I was in fact one of those guys at the moment.
I approached a 4 set and slid behind the hottest one. Got blown out by her bounced to her friend and danced for 4 seconds then got blown...into another girl who I jumped behind and danced with who shot me into another girl who I danced with. On and on! I'm just feeding off every blowout getting more and more pumped. I want more of this. This shit feels good!
J did a couple of approaches he prefers more of a hands off conversational style than the stuff I was using tonight. J is this 6 foot white guy with an awesome beard btw. Don't know why he isn't slaughtering the approaches yet. My indian friend peaced out. J and I wanted to go get a drink or something and debrief the night. Weak Wing didn't want to come to the de-briefing. I was going to let his ass have it about that AA. He travels alot and told me he will be in florida during the week. I told him I may find some people in Florida off couch surfer and come down to join him during the week.
Me and J went outside and ran into two drunk black dudes. One said he liked our unity (referring to a black and white guy hanging out) and started walking towards us from across the parking lot. I thought fuck yeah! Some racist, drunk bastard wants to pick a fight. I turned into this guy for a second -
http://www.allwrestlingsuperstars.com/w ... tar-14.jpg and struck that pose. I don't know what I said back, but I didn't antagonize him because I needed the shit to be self-defense. He actually meant his comment as a joke to get in and start talking to us. He and his friend ended up walking with with us for a bit shooting the shit and talking friendly before I brought up women. Right when we got to talking about women two actually walked by and the guy and his drunk homie rolled in immediately. I should have gotten those fools numbers.. they can at least approach. No techniques, no plans, no fear. These two showed up my wings easily in that brief little interaction. Dammit Dutch... He did agree to wing me at this D&B thing on Wednesday.
Me and J ended up grabbing a few Gyros and Gatorades and sat outside breaking down the night. Some guy whom I suspected to be gay came and high-fived me and told his taxi that he was staying there...ok bruh. Then, two separate crews of gay dudes ended up in front of us trying to fight. Some pretty entertaining shit as I ate my gyro and broke shit down with J.
He said he was feeding off my energy for that night and it really helped him seeing my fearlessness. I'm really glad. I love making people's lives better around me. I wish there were more people like me in my life who don't have anything but my best interest in their hearts.
For me: I did great not letting go of girls when I didn't have to. It was a little weird hugging and talking close so fast since I don't usually do this shit, but as I did it more I got comfortable with it and began enjoying it. A few times I had an urge to let go of the women go while I was talking to them, but they seemed like they were enjoying the rap, and didn't try to break away and flee for their lives.
I think it was that self set-saboteur habit I have. I'm in set like looking for excuses to walk away. Not out of fear, or a lack of things to say, but I'm going into these sets expecting to fail, then not believing that the stuff is actually working when its working I sabotage myself. I don't know if that makes sense. To you.
I've developed a love for rejection tonight. I enjoyed the action of approaching and being rejected more than being in set itself. It was fun turning my back on bitchy women and knowing they were watching me from behind while I made others laugh and held them in my arms. I don't know if this is a good or bad habit.
The weak wing asked me at some point if I took heroine or something. Emotions are addicting... No, ever since starting these field reports I've been feeling better and better about life by default and my inner game stuff has been making me go to another level.
Things I need to improve on. I babysat my wings too much. I like talking to those guys. They are cool and intelligent people, but when I'm at the club I'm in hunter mode and I don't want to hang with my buddies. I want to touch some women. I could have been much smoother with the kiss exit. I often times found myself grabbing the bitch by the back of her neck because she was leaning out from me while we were talking. I think I was bouncing too quickly with some of the girls who let me hold them. I need to work on calibrating how much comfort each individual girl needs before I leave. I learned I should approach from the front every time if possible while using this style.
Great things. My state...monstrous. I was feeling great before I stepped out of my apartment. I like uber because some taxi drivers won't start speaking normally to you until you chat their damn ears off. With uber each driver is up for a conversation. I fed off my driver, and hit the club and kissed the cheeks of the first pretty girl I saw. It was over. I was in state the rest of the night.
We finished our Gyros and I asked the guy who I suspected was gay that gave me the high five did he hear what we were talking about. He said no. I said we like to approach women, and he told me I should stop. LMFAO. What, and join you?
As I turned to look for a taxi some dude and his 4 women friends were mobbing down the entire sidewalk. I usually keep my shit strong and shoulder check mother fuckers like this. I decided it wasn't his fault and the girls were pushing him into me. As he passed I let him slowly ease past me as I gave him some space. He said some drunk line about "yeah, that's right move." or some shit so I pushed his shoulder playfully as he passed.
At this point he could have taken that as hostility and turned around and shot me or something as we were on the streets, so I don't recommend doing that. He acted as if he wanted to turn around, and his girl said no and made his ass walk straight.
End of night. A lot of progress but of real closes.
CHAT
what's your name" she replied back with her name. I decided it was time to go "I had been there for almost an hour, about 45 minutes. The hispanic girl got up and started talking to one of her friends. I walked up to her and (was about to use one of Valley's k-closes but I pussied out) gave her a kiss on the cheek and left. As I was leaving I sent her another text asking what she was up to after she leaves but didn't get a reply.
I'm going to be doing some FR on that soon.
