My third recorded Field Report – posted on themysterymethod.com, under the attraction forums.
User name: Charisma/Ego
Category: Journal
Date: 25 May 2006
(At this point I have at least 5-7 opportunities to sarge)
A Sunday night! Thank the Sarging gods that it was a long weekend, because things started to fall into place.
A friend of mine was seeking advice on how to kiss close his girl, and I gave him the quick brush on the Mystery’s Close and Evolutionary Kiss Close.
Needless to say, he was impressed. Now, he’s heard of the game, and didn’t give it much thought, but figured it would be worth while to see it done in the field!
Now I was being put under the spot light.
Perfect. Suddenly I’m filled with this AMOG energy, and start calling random groups of co-workers to head to the club. Now I was fixing my last key flaw – a social circle.
And, my god, I had these guys feeding from my hands. Stories, introductions, the works, and all the guys were in.
- My obsession is being social. Why is it suddenly I see new groups as a threat?
- My new sticking point – eliminate the fear of getting attacked or fucked with. I am the alpha male.
The Tribal leader – I am not to be fucked with!
We arrive to The Queens, another dead end club, and we get in with no hassle what so ever.
The line was just opened, we arrived before the club started to pick up, and the music was simmered down to a low hum. Perfect environment…
Now my buddy didn’t arrive yet, and I needed to warm up quickly before actually hitting the big guns.
So happens, a 2 set was hanging around behind me, and I turned my head, to see a HB 8 and 7; where I quickly ran the “My buddy won’t come out because of his religious morals’ opener (my own first Field tested opener…a favourite!)
- Social the first moment I’m in – and I recall this vividly. This was a powerful effect!
So there I am, chatting away in front of these guys – who barely know me – and had these women laughing, telling a story or two and turned around – since I crashed and burned. (No harm done)
- No harm done… I came out in one piece, go figure women don’t bite your head off
Suddenly I’m viewed as the tribal leader. Phenomenal feeling! I have guys asking me if I knew those women, how I was acting so calm, even after the set, as if it meant fuck-all!
Now we’re in the smoking area (target rich!) but I’m focusing my energy towards the guys, giving them quick pointers, such as body language and speech improvements, when suddenly…
A HB 9 starts playing with my buddy’s shirt. She’s telling him how she detests guys with flared collars (ironically I told him before we left, lol) and she’s smiling trying to generate conversation. Meanwhile a HB 8 (black haired….drool) distracts me. So I knew the blonde HB 9 had her sights on my buddy, Thibault.
But he stands there helpless, unsure what to do. So I direct myself at the black haired beauty and start running the ‘Who lies more opener’ followed with a fake story to compensate for the opener. ‘My buddy is having issues with his girlfriend, blah blah blah.’ She gets psyched! She suddenly stops playing the boring wing-woman part, now she throws herself into the conversation.
All of a sudden the blonde sees a moment of interest. Pow – she tries to jump in. Bam, I throw a quick backhand Neg on how she was interrupting her friend. She gets playful; both give me an IOI (Kino on the arm). They tell me their names (IOI #2).
They ask me mine, another IOI, I introduce myself as ‘Charisma’. They start hitting me on how I lie; I nudge them back saying how they’re greedy after just meeting me, and how I don’t give my name to strangers.
- Cocky Comedy! Very well done! And the Neg was thrown instinctively.
I run a quick story routine, some small DHV’s and bam, I get another IOI. The blonde reaches for my hand. I push her back saying ‘God! She’s so clingy!’
They both laugh, when their (very big friends…ha…women friends) come by saying how they want to leave. I try running the gay cat opener, for the new obstacle, but they really want to leave and phased me out.
Ah well, shit happens. She walks off saying goodbye, and all of a sudden, paff – the idea for her number flew right out the window. No logical reason for it, I just blanked.
Even the black haired one said goodbye. (by the way, they were sisters)
I never did run into my buddy, though he said he was there. The club became ridiculously packed, and we eventually ditched it anyway.
So for – what my third field report – I didn’t do to badly.
And they’ll be more to come, I guarantee it.
-Charisma
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