I'm going to update this to the best of my ability.
As some of you know - I was gaming a HB green haired chick I met a few weeks ago. Thanks to the aid of Majin - the pickup artist from Calgary; I was able to number close, kino, go on a day 2, kiss close, make out, get LMR'd on the third date, freeze out - and F-closed her on that same night. The only issue was we were so incompatible. She was a wild rebel child who jumped from tangent to tangent - and I'm a social human being obsessed with adventure. I suppose it's to be expected to go after a goth/punk girl.
But - it was totally worth it. I've had the best head ever from this woman!
During the same night I was number closing HB Green, I closed a HB cutie blond from Oil City and her friend. Though it was originally a practice set - I shortly found myself calling her, shooting the shit over facebook - and ended up going to Hudsons on my own to do some minor solo sarging and run kino escalation on this girl. She's not my type - but I wouldn't mind grabbing a quick fuck somewhere in there.
She was caught off guard as we both left the club last night, and when I asked her place or mine - she was struck by instant buyer's remorse. I than made a mental note right than and there to never ask out right to go straight to my place. Rather lure her there with 'I have something cool to show you at my place - but you have to promise not to laugh though!' and build it up from there. I got greedy.
But needless to say, I took control of the situation, hugged her and said, 'Hey no worries, you're cool shit - we should do something sometime', and left it at that. I than proceeded getting a phone call of her telling me she regretted not going home with me. Hmm...that being said, I might consider working a tad bit harder for her. But not too much - I have other girls on the go. I'm tired of chasing after girls. I rather be the man of options.
Last week I ran a set at Union, where I than ran into Captain Chaos (I don't remember if that's his pua name); had fun and ran a set before I left. I felt my game slipping that night and wasn't at it's best. Regardless, opened a set of a HBnerd - whose cute to some degree. She's an aspiring model, a University student, and a bit of an anime nerd. I'm not one to judge - I was there at some point back in my AFC days. She's been texting me non stop - and I called her twice to shoot the shit. Haven't made any concrete plans to do anything with her yet - other than maybe going for wings in the upcoming week. We'll see how that plays in my favor.
Meanwhile, a few days ago I met another girl who i'm going to call HBspandex. I was invited by Link to this dinner get-together with a bunch of model girls who travel canada for some 'Vegas' show. The ratio of women to men was insane, and played it to my favor. Socialized the room, met some cool people, clarified to my wing that spandex girl was my target. He nodded and acknowledged that - and went after the other girls. I couldn't tell you what exactly happened. I have so much Mystery shit going through my head - that I live and breathe the shit now. It comes second nature.
Before long, I'm licking icing of her face after an icing food fight, I'm getting her to bite my neck, and she's giving me the 'puppy dog' look the whole entire night. We swap numbers, cock block girl comes in before I can kiss close her. I get texts from her saying some dirty shit. I'm going out with her tonight and a few of the girls from that night and will update how that's coming along.
Now her friend is also hitting on me as well - which is playing well into my favor for jealousy plot lines. Plus, I just came off the phone with both of them (me on speaker phone), and I think my odds for a threesome are quite high...wish me luck!
Oh and for those who are wondering: I have added a few pics to show off my targets.
HBGreenhttp://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/Horo-Yves/Carys.jpg
HBSpandex's friend
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v245/Horo-Yves/MiranadaLee-Ann.jpg
(I don't have one of the HBnerd, HB cutie or HBspandex. Yet... >:) )
And on the side:
My new standard goal in field: at least one close. No more of this practicing approaching BS.
My new standard goal for the month: Get 2 lays from different women per month.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
The Green hair girl named Carys
Results long needed and over-due!
Date: November 24-27, 2009
Place (s): Lucky 13 (Thursday), Iron Horse (Friday), Oil City and New City (Saturday)
Wing (s): Link, Majin, My Pivot, William
Majin sends me a text a few days prior to the meeting. The guy is ready for action! I’ve read several of his field reports, and based on what I read in the VIP forum section on The Venusian Arts Forum; this guy seemed like he was the real deal. The fact that he was visiting Edmonton for a few days would give me the opportunity to put him to the test.
The monthly meeting went well; glad to see all the new faces. I was even more thrilled to see most of the newer guys actually commit and getting out to the field. I’ll get into the details of what transpired that night in terms of sets shortly. Let’s just say – I’ve had better days.
Thursday we roll into Lucky 13, and surprisingly enough, the place is dead. The club is filled with maybe 6 sets – if that. And that’s including the girls that were on the dance floor – just to give you an idea of what we were dealing with. But this didn’t affect my mood. I get excited! On one side of me is my dedicated wing – and though slightly sick (props to Link for pushing himself regardless) was seeking an opportunity to exceed in Game. On the other side of me is Majin and his wing Will (dressed to the fucken 9’s).
A smile creeps on my face and I open the first set I see. It was an opener followed by a story of my brother getting slapped across the face for calling some girl ‘cute’. Though amusing to tell mid way in a set – it’s not effective to DHV; so after several field tests....that routine is cut out of my stack. But nonetheless, the set hooked and was a decent warm up. The feedback that followed with Majin, was that the energy was slightly a little high. I made a mental note of that.
Beyond opening another set or two, there really wasn’t anything that really separated that night from any others. But Link ran mad game. He was able to hook – merge – and run his game on a set that me and Majin both opened separately. These girls were incredibly unreceptive to us. So the moment Link brought the girls our general direction, I turned heel and walked away. No sense in lowering his value; at this point I can’t DHV my wing.
The next night following the PUA meeting went a little more smoothly, but I was plagued by both Approach Anxiety and Performance Anxiety. The night started with just the 4 of us, running the basic shit – getting the cobwebs out of the system. The night than proceeded to continue with some of the newer guys joined us and began asking us for advice. I apologize to admit that once again, my game/mindset was not up to ‘par’. But I did make the best of it. If nothing else I helped Mandrill and Dorian wing their sets (DHVed Mandrill and proceeded to pretend I was a drunken moron celebrating his birthday for Dorian. Since that’s what he told the girls so that he could forward merge effectively...lol, you owe me.).
If you ask me, there were far too many PUAs gathered together in a group. True story – three girls ended up watching us that night for 45 minutes, observing how we pick up women. Isn’t that something?
I also came to the conclusion that the basic ‘Opinion’ opener doesn’t hook nearly as well...say, ‘Have you seen the fight outside?!’ The more elaborate and excited I get about an opener, the better it does (go figure).
But Gentlemen, I’m not here to bore you with the antics of the nights where I ran horrible game. Un-contraire! Since Saturday was my night to shine. After using the previous two days as nights to practice and run game (without dancing or singing....and I’m a fan of both – I avoided the dance floor like the plague and dancing in place. This was not an easy feat) I’m glad to say I managed to number close 3 girls, and one was a solid 9!
We (including my pivot), decided to rock out oil city last night – which proved to be to my advantage since a UFC fight was airing for the first half hour or so. The club as a result was separated into two by a drawn curtain. All the chodes on one side – the unsuspecting ladies on the other.
During this controlled chaos, I managed to number close 2 girls; who seemed like they would be fun to hang out with again in the future. I was astounded to see the difference in my sets by bringing a woman out as social proof. I used basic material to open them up and purposely threw awkward silences to create discomfort when I stopped talking. This is a tactic that I’m experimenting with for now – to force the woman to invest in you a little more. This proved to work at my advantage.
When three pub crawl buses arrived at the scene – things began to get a little hectic. Choosing to change the bar scene, we proceeded to go to New City Suburbs. To those who don’t know what this is – it’s a goth/punk bar that focuses heavily on death/metal/trance music. But there’s always a method to my madness, I assure you.
(Bear in mind, I’m wearing a suit – due to a slip of my tongue earlier that day...’SUIT-UP!’) The women are beautiful – clad in leather, corsets, lingerie (god bless them). This is an entirely a different scene, and it isn’t for everybody. But I had a feeling that Majin would appreciate a place like this. Turns out I was right.
He got approached directly off the bat and managed to run his own isolation with a decently attractive woman – who was under the false pre-assumption that he was gay. ‘Surprise!’ He ended up number closing her – which was awesome to watch from the side lines.
Meanwhile, I have my sights locked on a target – who to me seemed like a solid 9. Now most of you will laugh – and bear in mind we all have different tastes. This woman was clad in a mini-skirt – high stockings, small tang top, knee high platform boots – with long green hair and piercings to complete the overall look. Guilty – I’m weak for the hardcore punk girls.
Majin realizes quickly that this is my target – and tries to push me to open the lone wolf. (True fact; I don’t get intimidated by women or feel AA until they’re HB 9s and above). At this point I’m fighting with myself; and Majin wastes no time, turns his shoulder and says, ‘My friend has something he wants to say to you.’
...Oh...you’re good.
Charisma: ‘I can tell...you’re a herd’
HB9: ‘A what?!’
Charisma: ‘A herd. It’s a combination of a hot girl and nerd. By the way – your nose wiggles when you talk.’ Smiles and points, ‘That’s adorable!’
HB9: Shy smile and walks off with her jacket on.
At this point I thought I lost her. I breathe a sigh of relief and thank Majin for at least giving me the opportunity to say something in my moment of reluctance.
Little did I know she would come back.
HB9 : Taps me on the shoulder, ‘Hey, I wanted to tell you something...’
Charisma: ‘Here we go...’ Rolls eyes.
HB9: ‘That was the best compliment anyone – has ever given me! I am a huge nerd!’
We fluff talk a little bit – and I can feel a small sense of nervousness brewing in my stomach, but it slips out of me quickly the more time I spend with this girl.
Majin: Whispers, ‘Dude, you totally have to get her number. If you don’t – I’m kicking your ass’
HB9: ‘I heard that!’
Charisma: ‘He’s just looking out for me’ smiles and shrugs innocently, ‘It’s just the way we guys are’
HB9: ‘Do you want to come for a smoke?’
We head off outside, and I’m in isolation with this girl. It’s kind of a blur at this point, but once we had our little nerd-fest conversation, I began realizing I wasn’t kino-ing this girl or DHVing myself. So I decide to take things in a different direction.
Placing the cigarette in my mouth – I take her hands, run the rapport test. She doesn’t do too well – but she explains that she’s incredibly shy – IOI and that it’s not a matter of she didn’t trust me – which lead to a little more kino. I than continued to throw a few DHV spikes – talking about my ex girlfriend and acting as a leader of men, through the use of stories.
Now a common mistake that I have been noticing in my game is I don’t invest any effort into the girl – basically avoiding A3 all together. I made myself a mental note prior to this moment that this wasn’t going to be the case. I began running the ‘bait-hook-reel-release’ tactic and begin giving her IOI’s than rolling off slightly to bear the illusion of chase. Eventually her friends come over – and I disarm them, shooting the shit and having a blast. They were incredibly friendly and receptive. So this plays into my favor.
By this time, we’re sitting outside in freezing weather enjoying each other’s company, when Majin, my pivot and Will come out of the club with my jacket in arm. At this point it’s ‘make it or break it’. I go for the number close, she gives me a kiss on the cheek after delegating her to do so and we make plans for a quick timebridge to get to meet up with each other again sometime during the week. A very solid close – and she’s been texting me ever since.
I hope to update this FR further with a full close.
- Charisma
Date: November 24-27, 2009
Place (s): Lucky 13 (Thursday), Iron Horse (Friday), Oil City and New City (Saturday)
Wing (s): Link, Majin, My Pivot, William
Majin sends me a text a few days prior to the meeting. The guy is ready for action! I’ve read several of his field reports, and based on what I read in the VIP forum section on The Venusian Arts Forum; this guy seemed like he was the real deal. The fact that he was visiting Edmonton for a few days would give me the opportunity to put him to the test.
The monthly meeting went well; glad to see all the new faces. I was even more thrilled to see most of the newer guys actually commit and getting out to the field. I’ll get into the details of what transpired that night in terms of sets shortly. Let’s just say – I’ve had better days.
Thursday we roll into Lucky 13, and surprisingly enough, the place is dead. The club is filled with maybe 6 sets – if that. And that’s including the girls that were on the dance floor – just to give you an idea of what we were dealing with. But this didn’t affect my mood. I get excited! On one side of me is my dedicated wing – and though slightly sick (props to Link for pushing himself regardless) was seeking an opportunity to exceed in Game. On the other side of me is Majin and his wing Will (dressed to the fucken 9’s).
A smile creeps on my face and I open the first set I see. It was an opener followed by a story of my brother getting slapped across the face for calling some girl ‘cute’. Though amusing to tell mid way in a set – it’s not effective to DHV; so after several field tests....that routine is cut out of my stack. But nonetheless, the set hooked and was a decent warm up. The feedback that followed with Majin, was that the energy was slightly a little high. I made a mental note of that.
Beyond opening another set or two, there really wasn’t anything that really separated that night from any others. But Link ran mad game. He was able to hook – merge – and run his game on a set that me and Majin both opened separately. These girls were incredibly unreceptive to us. So the moment Link brought the girls our general direction, I turned heel and walked away. No sense in lowering his value; at this point I can’t DHV my wing.
The next night following the PUA meeting went a little more smoothly, but I was plagued by both Approach Anxiety and Performance Anxiety. The night started with just the 4 of us, running the basic shit – getting the cobwebs out of the system. The night than proceeded to continue with some of the newer guys joined us and began asking us for advice. I apologize to admit that once again, my game/mindset was not up to ‘par’. But I did make the best of it. If nothing else I helped Mandrill and Dorian wing their sets (DHVed Mandrill and proceeded to pretend I was a drunken moron celebrating his birthday for Dorian. Since that’s what he told the girls so that he could forward merge effectively...lol, you owe me.).
If you ask me, there were far too many PUAs gathered together in a group. True story – three girls ended up watching us that night for 45 minutes, observing how we pick up women. Isn’t that something?
I also came to the conclusion that the basic ‘Opinion’ opener doesn’t hook nearly as well...say, ‘Have you seen the fight outside?!’ The more elaborate and excited I get about an opener, the better it does (go figure).
But Gentlemen, I’m not here to bore you with the antics of the nights where I ran horrible game. Un-contraire! Since Saturday was my night to shine. After using the previous two days as nights to practice and run game (without dancing or singing....and I’m a fan of both – I avoided the dance floor like the plague and dancing in place. This was not an easy feat) I’m glad to say I managed to number close 3 girls, and one was a solid 9!
We (including my pivot), decided to rock out oil city last night – which proved to be to my advantage since a UFC fight was airing for the first half hour or so. The club as a result was separated into two by a drawn curtain. All the chodes on one side – the unsuspecting ladies on the other.
During this controlled chaos, I managed to number close 2 girls; who seemed like they would be fun to hang out with again in the future. I was astounded to see the difference in my sets by bringing a woman out as social proof. I used basic material to open them up and purposely threw awkward silences to create discomfort when I stopped talking. This is a tactic that I’m experimenting with for now – to force the woman to invest in you a little more. This proved to work at my advantage.
When three pub crawl buses arrived at the scene – things began to get a little hectic. Choosing to change the bar scene, we proceeded to go to New City Suburbs. To those who don’t know what this is – it’s a goth/punk bar that focuses heavily on death/metal/trance music. But there’s always a method to my madness, I assure you.
(Bear in mind, I’m wearing a suit – due to a slip of my tongue earlier that day...’SUIT-UP!’) The women are beautiful – clad in leather, corsets, lingerie (god bless them). This is an entirely a different scene, and it isn’t for everybody. But I had a feeling that Majin would appreciate a place like this. Turns out I was right.
He got approached directly off the bat and managed to run his own isolation with a decently attractive woman – who was under the false pre-assumption that he was gay. ‘Surprise!’ He ended up number closing her – which was awesome to watch from the side lines.
Meanwhile, I have my sights locked on a target – who to me seemed like a solid 9. Now most of you will laugh – and bear in mind we all have different tastes. This woman was clad in a mini-skirt – high stockings, small tang top, knee high platform boots – with long green hair and piercings to complete the overall look. Guilty – I’m weak for the hardcore punk girls.
Majin realizes quickly that this is my target – and tries to push me to open the lone wolf. (True fact; I don’t get intimidated by women or feel AA until they’re HB 9s and above). At this point I’m fighting with myself; and Majin wastes no time, turns his shoulder and says, ‘My friend has something he wants to say to you.’
...Oh...you’re good.
Charisma: ‘I can tell...you’re a herd’
HB9: ‘A what?!’
Charisma: ‘A herd. It’s a combination of a hot girl and nerd. By the way – your nose wiggles when you talk.’ Smiles and points, ‘That’s adorable!’
HB9: Shy smile and walks off with her jacket on.
At this point I thought I lost her. I breathe a sigh of relief and thank Majin for at least giving me the opportunity to say something in my moment of reluctance.
Little did I know she would come back.
HB9 : Taps me on the shoulder, ‘Hey, I wanted to tell you something...’
Charisma: ‘Here we go...’ Rolls eyes.
HB9: ‘That was the best compliment anyone – has ever given me! I am a huge nerd!’
We fluff talk a little bit – and I can feel a small sense of nervousness brewing in my stomach, but it slips out of me quickly the more time I spend with this girl.
Majin: Whispers, ‘Dude, you totally have to get her number. If you don’t – I’m kicking your ass’
HB9: ‘I heard that!’
Charisma: ‘He’s just looking out for me’ smiles and shrugs innocently, ‘It’s just the way we guys are’
HB9: ‘Do you want to come for a smoke?’
We head off outside, and I’m in isolation with this girl. It’s kind of a blur at this point, but once we had our little nerd-fest conversation, I began realizing I wasn’t kino-ing this girl or DHVing myself. So I decide to take things in a different direction.
Placing the cigarette in my mouth – I take her hands, run the rapport test. She doesn’t do too well – but she explains that she’s incredibly shy – IOI and that it’s not a matter of she didn’t trust me – which lead to a little more kino. I than continued to throw a few DHV spikes – talking about my ex girlfriend and acting as a leader of men, through the use of stories.
Now a common mistake that I have been noticing in my game is I don’t invest any effort into the girl – basically avoiding A3 all together. I made myself a mental note prior to this moment that this wasn’t going to be the case. I began running the ‘bait-hook-reel-release’ tactic and begin giving her IOI’s than rolling off slightly to bear the illusion of chase. Eventually her friends come over – and I disarm them, shooting the shit and having a blast. They were incredibly friendly and receptive. So this plays into my favor.
By this time, we’re sitting outside in freezing weather enjoying each other’s company, when Majin, my pivot and Will come out of the club with my jacket in arm. At this point it’s ‘make it or break it’. I go for the number close, she gives me a kiss on the cheek after delegating her to do so and we make plans for a quick timebridge to get to meet up with each other again sometime during the week. A very solid close – and she’s been texting me ever since.
I hope to update this FR further with a full close.
- Charisma
Halloween FR
My weekend in a short summarized version:
Clubs: The Bank, Funky Budha, The Dancing Monkey, and Wolly Bollies.
Fact: It doesn't matter where you go. An idea that was ingrained in my head; was that your success was highly dependent on the place you go. On the crowd you normally socialize yourself around. This weekend has taught me, that this is a load of shit. Your success is derived from your own self motivation, your ability to adapt, to try something new and challenge the hardest obstacles. Familiar territory will not make your game any tighter. It may - psychologically - make you feel more comfortable; but a bar is a bar.
Sets: There were some good sets. There were some okay sets. And than - there were the sets that got away. The ones that didn't reply or gave me the most grief, for the life of me, I can't recall. The sets that stick out to me were the two beautiful women surrounded by their friends that I classified as 9s and above (which is rare in this city) whom I wanted to talk to. Whom I wanted to run game on, get their numbers and take them home. Alas - this weekend, my balls dropped. And I'm not satisfied with that. Not even the slightest. Instead I chased after a girl, who danced and grind with me for majority of the night and stole my lock in prop. That's what I get for chasing.
Lessons: Use the method I set for myself. I invested in a bootcamp - and maybe used 2 % of that material. I barely use a canned opener; follow a game plan, run any kino. The whole point of playing the game is to get the girl by strategically coming up with a game plan before getting to the field. And I can already tell that comment alone will cause some feedback. But consider Keys to the VIP. The judges base their winner off their ability to game. Not based on their results -especially the competitors fluke out and get a lucky kiss. It's about consistency.
Fuck the social dynamics of the room is my second lesson. Yes, become the most social person there; but do it because you want to have fun and get the mouth moving. The last thing we, as PUAs need to worry about - is how everyone is perceiving them at every second. If I fuck up a room because my game is that horrific and unrecoverable, I should bounce to a new club or at the very least go home laughing about the stupid shit I pulled. I'm sick of playing these imaginary scenes in my head of what it would have been like to approach a 9 (Very beautiful women intimidate me. The secret is out - now you know my weakness...push me to overcome it).
Story telling is crucial. We can all laugh about some stupid routine. We can spin a girl, mess with her hair, call her names and neg her all night. And true this may break the ice and maybe cause some tension...women want a man of value. A powerful story teller shows signs of being seductive, powerful and interesting. 'Keep her entertained now....and she'll keep you entertained later.'
Promise(s): I promise that I will push harder and harder every night I go out. I will get good at this - no matter at what cost. I promise to my wing(s), that I will raise your value - and not lower it. I promise to bring you into exciting sets, so we can all have fun and get to meet new and cool people. I promise to set goals for myself and go after them.
The Good: I locked in. I used a prop. I attempted to disarm obstacles, and I opened a mixed set - the first in a long time.
What needs to be implemented next time: Sexual tension. Kino - touching in a guiding/dominant manner. Let her crave for it - to know what it feels to be seduced by a real man. No more - 'I'll just brush her arm before I move into the kiss'. Take charge!
That's what I learned this Halloween.
- Charisma
Clubs: The Bank, Funky Budha, The Dancing Monkey, and Wolly Bollies.
Fact: It doesn't matter where you go. An idea that was ingrained in my head; was that your success was highly dependent on the place you go. On the crowd you normally socialize yourself around. This weekend has taught me, that this is a load of shit. Your success is derived from your own self motivation, your ability to adapt, to try something new and challenge the hardest obstacles. Familiar territory will not make your game any tighter. It may - psychologically - make you feel more comfortable; but a bar is a bar.
Sets: There were some good sets. There were some okay sets. And than - there were the sets that got away. The ones that didn't reply or gave me the most grief, for the life of me, I can't recall. The sets that stick out to me were the two beautiful women surrounded by their friends that I classified as 9s and above (which is rare in this city) whom I wanted to talk to. Whom I wanted to run game on, get their numbers and take them home. Alas - this weekend, my balls dropped. And I'm not satisfied with that. Not even the slightest. Instead I chased after a girl, who danced and grind with me for majority of the night and stole my lock in prop. That's what I get for chasing.
Lessons: Use the method I set for myself. I invested in a bootcamp - and maybe used 2 % of that material. I barely use a canned opener; follow a game plan, run any kino. The whole point of playing the game is to get the girl by strategically coming up with a game plan before getting to the field. And I can already tell that comment alone will cause some feedback. But consider Keys to the VIP. The judges base their winner off their ability to game. Not based on their results -especially the competitors fluke out and get a lucky kiss. It's about consistency.
Fuck the social dynamics of the room is my second lesson. Yes, become the most social person there; but do it because you want to have fun and get the mouth moving. The last thing we, as PUAs need to worry about - is how everyone is perceiving them at every second. If I fuck up a room because my game is that horrific and unrecoverable, I should bounce to a new club or at the very least go home laughing about the stupid shit I pulled. I'm sick of playing these imaginary scenes in my head of what it would have been like to approach a 9 (Very beautiful women intimidate me. The secret is out - now you know my weakness...push me to overcome it).
Story telling is crucial. We can all laugh about some stupid routine. We can spin a girl, mess with her hair, call her names and neg her all night. And true this may break the ice and maybe cause some tension...women want a man of value. A powerful story teller shows signs of being seductive, powerful and interesting. 'Keep her entertained now....and she'll keep you entertained later.'
Promise(s): I promise that I will push harder and harder every night I go out. I will get good at this - no matter at what cost. I promise to my wing(s), that I will raise your value - and not lower it. I promise to bring you into exciting sets, so we can all have fun and get to meet new and cool people. I promise to set goals for myself and go after them.
The Good: I locked in. I used a prop. I attempted to disarm obstacles, and I opened a mixed set - the first in a long time.
What needs to be implemented next time: Sexual tension. Kino - touching in a guiding/dominant manner. Let her crave for it - to know what it feels to be seduced by a real man. No more - 'I'll just brush her arm before I move into the kiss'. Take charge!
That's what I learned this Halloween.
- Charisma
Thursday, October 8, 2009
FR 8 Oct 2009
Date: 08 Oct 09
Location: Edmonton, OilCity Night Club
Wing(s): Link
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Hey guys, before I start going in depth of what happened 20 minutes ago; I want to start sticking my reports into this section because I want you guys who are serious about the Venusian Arts to critique and learn from I post on here. It's great that there's a FR section in the overall forum, but I was always under the impression that the VIP section would be more underground and filled with countless FRs/LRs from guys who attended boot camps.
So this is the first of many FRs that are coming your way from me. Hope to read some from all of you; and I want you guys to be straight up and direct as possible about my overall game.
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The night starts off with us getting into state. My roommate and wing Link decide to rev our moods while singing some karaoke/rock band. We go full out. There's a lot to learn about how a person's body language reacts while singing, not to mention it's a great way to warm up the vocal diaphragm so as to project your overall speech.
We decide to take off to The Union, which is a club located on one end of the city. We figured we start the night off early so we can run some decent game. And I'll be honest gentlemen, I haven't been pushing myself as hard as I could be nor seeing the results I want to be having at this point of being in 'the game'. We pull up and we see - no word of a lie - 20 guys come out of separate vans and trucks, prepping to go hit the night club. At this point there's not even a line, no women in sight. So we bounce off to another club - OilCity.
As we walk by the windows of the venue, we can see that the club is jammed packed with beautiful women. (Good Call) So we get in, and without a moment's hesitation I start off small talk to get myself going. Simple things, like asking for the time, using canned openers that I haven't used in a long period of time. Work out the cob webs so to speak.
We made decent company with a bartender HB 8, who was overall a pleasure to talk to, while though I made it a mental note to come talk to her again - I forgot to do because of the other amount of sets I was involved with. Looking back, I should have backwards merged my sets back, to portray some value and get a jealousy plot line thrown in for good measure. Ran some lines and new routines I've never field tested and was overall surprised on the feedback. The girls ate it up!
Things like Mystery's story :
'You know, my ex girlfriend always made me shave; to the point where it came to become a habit. But tonight for whatever reason, I didn't want to come out for the intent of having sex. But while I was in the shower - halfway of getting my bush taken care of - I realized how congruent that really was. And I can't have half a bush sticking on the other end. But than it hit me! I don't feel sexy unless I fully shave my face, and as you can see - I'm rugged as they come. Here...give me your hand...see? What about you, did you shave your legs tonight? Ah - what we're you thinking? '
Seriously was blown away how powerful this was.
I recalled at one point me and Link were creating missions for each other because we were slowly straying away from opening and having a fun time. So we started picking things up by going in Direct - which I NEVER do. I've always been terrified of doing so. Even Matador at one point told me straight up, 'Dude...cut the crap with the opinion openers. Go in - say what's really on your mind...try something new'...but I could never do it.
Until tonight.
2 set, a beautiful HB 8.5 and her friend. I walk straight into the trajectory of the blonde HB girl.
'Hi, I'm Charisma. I think you're sexy as fuck!' ...She blushes and I seriously at that point made her fucken day.
Here I am, in awe - wondering to myself, 'How is this even working?! Don't these girls get hit on all the time?!?!' Than it hit me. It's about confidence, delivery, the congruency and frame of mind. I felt truly dominant - like I stepped inside the mind of Matador for just a brief moment.
Everything went well, my wing was introduced, I was able to isolate the target - but my kino was half fast. I was starting to run routine after routine and I began to realize I was losing my target. At the time, I couldn't figure it out. 'What was I doing wrong?!'
Than I began to realize I wasn't telling stories of DHV. I wasn't allowing her a chance to qualify herself to me. I wasn't aggressive enough with my kino - making her feel that lust and attraction from someone who knows what they want and when they want in. Women....they want to surrender to your spell. That's half the game!
By ignoring this, ignoring the fact she was obviously attracted to me, that I had the chance to press harder and staying in my comfort zone - I realized too late why I lost the girl.
But tonight has been an eye opening experience. I like the power - the dominance to be able to walk up to a girl and throw my intentions out in the open. No bull shit story, no routines to hide behind - just my sexual lust for a woman. Don't get me wrong - Mystery Method has been very beneficial to me; but sometimes I need to change it up with a little direct opening.
In the end, direct doesn't change anything.
It's still A1 -> A2 -> A3 and so on.
So much to take from tonight, and I hope to put it to practice again tomorrow night hopefully. But it's getting late, and I wanted to post this FR while it was still fresh in my head. I promise the next few will be better edited.
- Charisma
Location: Edmonton, OilCity Night Club
Wing(s): Link
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Hey guys, before I start going in depth of what happened 20 minutes ago; I want to start sticking my reports into this section because I want you guys who are serious about the Venusian Arts to critique and learn from I post on here. It's great that there's a FR section in the overall forum, but I was always under the impression that the VIP section would be more underground and filled with countless FRs/LRs from guys who attended boot camps.
So this is the first of many FRs that are coming your way from me. Hope to read some from all of you; and I want you guys to be straight up and direct as possible about my overall game.
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The night starts off with us getting into state. My roommate and wing Link decide to rev our moods while singing some karaoke/rock band. We go full out. There's a lot to learn about how a person's body language reacts while singing, not to mention it's a great way to warm up the vocal diaphragm so as to project your overall speech.
We decide to take off to The Union, which is a club located on one end of the city. We figured we start the night off early so we can run some decent game. And I'll be honest gentlemen, I haven't been pushing myself as hard as I could be nor seeing the results I want to be having at this point of being in 'the game'. We pull up and we see - no word of a lie - 20 guys come out of separate vans and trucks, prepping to go hit the night club. At this point there's not even a line, no women in sight. So we bounce off to another club - OilCity.
As we walk by the windows of the venue, we can see that the club is jammed packed with beautiful women. (Good Call) So we get in, and without a moment's hesitation I start off small talk to get myself going. Simple things, like asking for the time, using canned openers that I haven't used in a long period of time. Work out the cob webs so to speak.
We made decent company with a bartender HB 8, who was overall a pleasure to talk to, while though I made it a mental note to come talk to her again - I forgot to do because of the other amount of sets I was involved with. Looking back, I should have backwards merged my sets back, to portray some value and get a jealousy plot line thrown in for good measure. Ran some lines and new routines I've never field tested and was overall surprised on the feedback. The girls ate it up!
Things like Mystery's story :
'You know, my ex girlfriend always made me shave; to the point where it came to become a habit. But tonight for whatever reason, I didn't want to come out for the intent of having sex. But while I was in the shower - halfway of getting my bush taken care of - I realized how congruent that really was. And I can't have half a bush sticking on the other end. But than it hit me! I don't feel sexy unless I fully shave my face, and as you can see - I'm rugged as they come. Here...give me your hand...see? What about you, did you shave your legs tonight? Ah - what we're you thinking? '
Seriously was blown away how powerful this was.
I recalled at one point me and Link were creating missions for each other because we were slowly straying away from opening and having a fun time. So we started picking things up by going in Direct - which I NEVER do. I've always been terrified of doing so. Even Matador at one point told me straight up, 'Dude...cut the crap with the opinion openers. Go in - say what's really on your mind...try something new'...but I could never do it.
Until tonight.
2 set, a beautiful HB 8.5 and her friend. I walk straight into the trajectory of the blonde HB girl.
'Hi, I'm Charisma. I think you're sexy as fuck!' ...She blushes and I seriously at that point made her fucken day.
Here I am, in awe - wondering to myself, 'How is this even working?! Don't these girls get hit on all the time?!?!' Than it hit me. It's about confidence, delivery, the congruency and frame of mind. I felt truly dominant - like I stepped inside the mind of Matador for just a brief moment.
Everything went well, my wing was introduced, I was able to isolate the target - but my kino was half fast. I was starting to run routine after routine and I began to realize I was losing my target. At the time, I couldn't figure it out. 'What was I doing wrong?!'
Than I began to realize I wasn't telling stories of DHV. I wasn't allowing her a chance to qualify herself to me. I wasn't aggressive enough with my kino - making her feel that lust and attraction from someone who knows what they want and when they want in. Women....they want to surrender to your spell. That's half the game!
By ignoring this, ignoring the fact she was obviously attracted to me, that I had the chance to press harder and staying in my comfort zone - I realized too late why I lost the girl.
But tonight has been an eye opening experience. I like the power - the dominance to be able to walk up to a girl and throw my intentions out in the open. No bull shit story, no routines to hide behind - just my sexual lust for a woman. Don't get me wrong - Mystery Method has been very beneficial to me; but sometimes I need to change it up with a little direct opening.
In the end, direct doesn't change anything.
It's still A1 -> A2 -> A3 and so on.
So much to take from tonight, and I hope to put it to practice again tomorrow night hopefully. But it's getting late, and I wanted to post this FR while it was still fresh in my head. I promise the next few will be better edited.
- Charisma
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Insecurities
Insecurities
• Too Skinny
• Don’t own a car
• When wearing specs, I feel as I come across as a nerd
• I get intimidated when talking to women who are very attractive
• My skin gets greasy and have mild acne
• My mental state can easily take a turn for the worse
• I can’t run mixed sets
• I feel as if my game isn’t tight enough; even after my boot camp
• I have been single for a long period of time, and nothing to show for it
These are things that I need to overcome. 4real really brought up a really good point; be a man. I need to stop worrying and fussing over these minor details and realize that even though these things are considered flaws to my nature – they are what make me human. The sooner I realize that these details are very minor; I can overcome them and truly improve as a human being.
How am I going to fix these insecurities?
With no action or drive to improve, they will always exist. I have the power to change things in my life...so what am I going to personally do to fix these things?
• Too Skinny – Hit the gym. Go on a weight training plan and stick to it 4 times a week. I recently signed up for a gym; it’s time to take advantage of it.
• Don’t own a car – I should be considering taking a driver’s course; but need to worry about my debts first and take care of them. The more effort I take to follow a certain budget, the sooner I can afford expenses such as a car.
• Wearing specs – I can’t afford new ones, and sometimes I can’t always wear contacts. It’s all in the mind. They’re a piece of accessory that is all. They’re removable. I should need nothing in this world that is concrete to make me happy.
• Attractive women – Yes they intimidate me. But that is because I’m not desensitized by beauty yet. That means I really need to construct a proper cheat sheet, truly hone my game and practice it on sets; where I actually want to get the girl.
• Greasy skin – Eat appropriate foods that respond better with the chemical imbalance in my body. This will help me feel better, get more energy and do better when it comes down to weights. Also tan more – that seems to fix the problem to a mild degree.
• Mental state – It’s all about positive thinking. Truly make an effort to put a positive spin of things. Stop taking things personal and always looking at it from a negative angle.
• Mixed sets – Practice and overcome. Become the tribal leader/alpha male.
• Game – Practice. Take time out of the day to work on self and inner/outer game. Reconsider the basics.
• Single – Take as an opportunity to grow. Don’t worry about relationships – just worry about meeting people/friends. Go after one night stands, go after my manly instincts and get what I want. Stop chasing after girls – make them chase you.
• Too Skinny
• Don’t own a car
• When wearing specs, I feel as I come across as a nerd
• I get intimidated when talking to women who are very attractive
• My skin gets greasy and have mild acne
• My mental state can easily take a turn for the worse
• I can’t run mixed sets
• I feel as if my game isn’t tight enough; even after my boot camp
• I have been single for a long period of time, and nothing to show for it
These are things that I need to overcome. 4real really brought up a really good point; be a man. I need to stop worrying and fussing over these minor details and realize that even though these things are considered flaws to my nature – they are what make me human. The sooner I realize that these details are very minor; I can overcome them and truly improve as a human being.
How am I going to fix these insecurities?
With no action or drive to improve, they will always exist. I have the power to change things in my life...so what am I going to personally do to fix these things?
• Too Skinny – Hit the gym. Go on a weight training plan and stick to it 4 times a week. I recently signed up for a gym; it’s time to take advantage of it.
• Don’t own a car – I should be considering taking a driver’s course; but need to worry about my debts first and take care of them. The more effort I take to follow a certain budget, the sooner I can afford expenses such as a car.
• Wearing specs – I can’t afford new ones, and sometimes I can’t always wear contacts. It’s all in the mind. They’re a piece of accessory that is all. They’re removable. I should need nothing in this world that is concrete to make me happy.
• Attractive women – Yes they intimidate me. But that is because I’m not desensitized by beauty yet. That means I really need to construct a proper cheat sheet, truly hone my game and practice it on sets; where I actually want to get the girl.
• Greasy skin – Eat appropriate foods that respond better with the chemical imbalance in my body. This will help me feel better, get more energy and do better when it comes down to weights. Also tan more – that seems to fix the problem to a mild degree.
• Mental state – It’s all about positive thinking. Truly make an effort to put a positive spin of things. Stop taking things personal and always looking at it from a negative angle.
• Mixed sets – Practice and overcome. Become the tribal leader/alpha male.
• Game – Practice. Take time out of the day to work on self and inner/outer game. Reconsider the basics.
• Single – Take as an opportunity to grow. Don’t worry about relationships – just worry about meeting people/friends. Go after one night stands, go after my manly instincts and get what I want. Stop chasing after girls – make them chase you.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Realizations - Mind of Charisma
15 July 09
So the day started off as any. I woke up – sluggishly and headed off to work. Not too much to note there. My day was slow, unproductive to begin with; filled with useless chatter and pathetic attempts to conquer social awkwardness at work. It seems I don’t give myself the benefit of the doubt when I’m out at work. My value – my own self value is...well pretty much garbage.
I don’t view myself as a Charismatic individual – and as much I hate to start off this field report with a shitty start; I need to bring this to my attention because I believe this plays a very important factor to a sticking point that has plagued me since day 1.
I need to develop a powerful mindset where I truly believe in my own self worth, and less of what other people are thinking.
Fact: Not everyone is going to like me. The sooner I realize this and stop trying to please everyone else, the more congruent I will become with myself. And I believe this will make a dramatic improvement in my game.
So eventually I received a text from Roger (Selfishgene); about heading off to some tent party happening over at the Bank. Considering the fact that this is a 2 week event, and it’s kind of a big deal – I knew I had to find someway to get there. Regardless of what the cost was going to be. I text out to Calvin (Link) and he manages to find a way where we can get VIP access with no cost. Fantastic!
He grabs some of my clothes and it’s off we go – rushing to make the 10 o clock meet, cruising down the highway, preparing for the mental arena I’ll be finding myself shortly into. We arrive running into some other community members. We walk in, and as I approach Peter (Ron Burgundy); whose busy pulling money out of the ATM – we get approached by 2 girls. One of them I recall was named Brittney – a decently attractive woman.
I freeze. I panic. My mind is racing for something to say, something cool to impress them with. (Alas my sticking point sticks out. Beautiful women intimidate me. And it shouldn’t be about ‘impressing’ them, it’s about dragging them into my reality). So eventually I eject along with Peter. Not very happy as to how that set turned out. So I sought to redeem myself.
I open another set or two – get introduced into a few from Calvin – and rather than rolling my eyes for every time he runs into someone else new – I should be DHVing my wing. This man is socially qualified. Who am I to throw that down – that is no small feat!
Some of them turned out well – but once again women of beauty put me off into a rough spot. I am not connecting with these girls. (Need more eye contact). I need to be more genuine, slow my speech and become desensitized by their presence. After all, a woman should have more to offer to me – the prize – than just her stunning looks and open vagina. There`s more to it than that!!!
So as I`m writing this field report –I feel like I`m getting better and that my mentality is getting stronger. I have realized that tonight I can run some sick game – and it can all come together – if I believe in myself. One set, I blew out of the fucken water! There is nothing more than I want to do but recreate that scenario with a beautiful set; with a set with men guarding their prize, and walk away as a champion. My dream is one the line – and I can`t afford to sit off on the sidelines while the big bogs play.
It`s game time, and even if I do hate the rules; I have to realize that they`re going to be there regardless of what I do. And if anything this game is getting harder and harder with each passing day. Women are being approached thousands of times a day. The media is slipping game material into every day society. It`s only going to get harder. So I need to get good at this.
Tonight has also been a valuable experience in terms of winging. My wing – Calvin – needs to be DHVed more. This man needs social proof and value from me, in order for us to vibe well together. Stating we just live together is not enough. It`s time to re-create stories and live in them. Sauna parties, American Apparel, adventures at Rockstars, chasing girls – these can all be re-telled with DHV spikes. I have to make it happen.
I know where my wing needs pushing. He needs to open sets on his own and begin to truly expand his social networking. He also needs to be more in tune with his emotions.
On the same page, he knows where I need improvement as well. He knows that I am intimidated with women. He knows we need a game plan, and that I am not a 100 percent honest or in tune with my emotions. Now that these points have been brought up to us, it`s time to make an improvement.
Charisma signing out.
So the day started off as any. I woke up – sluggishly and headed off to work. Not too much to note there. My day was slow, unproductive to begin with; filled with useless chatter and pathetic attempts to conquer social awkwardness at work. It seems I don’t give myself the benefit of the doubt when I’m out at work. My value – my own self value is...well pretty much garbage.
I don’t view myself as a Charismatic individual – and as much I hate to start off this field report with a shitty start; I need to bring this to my attention because I believe this plays a very important factor to a sticking point that has plagued me since day 1.
I need to develop a powerful mindset where I truly believe in my own self worth, and less of what other people are thinking.
Fact: Not everyone is going to like me. The sooner I realize this and stop trying to please everyone else, the more congruent I will become with myself. And I believe this will make a dramatic improvement in my game.
So eventually I received a text from Roger (Selfishgene); about heading off to some tent party happening over at the Bank. Considering the fact that this is a 2 week event, and it’s kind of a big deal – I knew I had to find someway to get there. Regardless of what the cost was going to be. I text out to Calvin (Link) and he manages to find a way where we can get VIP access with no cost. Fantastic!
He grabs some of my clothes and it’s off we go – rushing to make the 10 o clock meet, cruising down the highway, preparing for the mental arena I’ll be finding myself shortly into. We arrive running into some other community members. We walk in, and as I approach Peter (Ron Burgundy); whose busy pulling money out of the ATM – we get approached by 2 girls. One of them I recall was named Brittney – a decently attractive woman.
I freeze. I panic. My mind is racing for something to say, something cool to impress them with. (Alas my sticking point sticks out. Beautiful women intimidate me. And it shouldn’t be about ‘impressing’ them, it’s about dragging them into my reality). So eventually I eject along with Peter. Not very happy as to how that set turned out. So I sought to redeem myself.
I open another set or two – get introduced into a few from Calvin – and rather than rolling my eyes for every time he runs into someone else new – I should be DHVing my wing. This man is socially qualified. Who am I to throw that down – that is no small feat!
Some of them turned out well – but once again women of beauty put me off into a rough spot. I am not connecting with these girls. (Need more eye contact). I need to be more genuine, slow my speech and become desensitized by their presence. After all, a woman should have more to offer to me – the prize – than just her stunning looks and open vagina. There`s more to it than that!!!
So as I`m writing this field report –I feel like I`m getting better and that my mentality is getting stronger. I have realized that tonight I can run some sick game – and it can all come together – if I believe in myself. One set, I blew out of the fucken water! There is nothing more than I want to do but recreate that scenario with a beautiful set; with a set with men guarding their prize, and walk away as a champion. My dream is one the line – and I can`t afford to sit off on the sidelines while the big bogs play.
It`s game time, and even if I do hate the rules; I have to realize that they`re going to be there regardless of what I do. And if anything this game is getting harder and harder with each passing day. Women are being approached thousands of times a day. The media is slipping game material into every day society. It`s only going to get harder. So I need to get good at this.
Tonight has also been a valuable experience in terms of winging. My wing – Calvin – needs to be DHVed more. This man needs social proof and value from me, in order for us to vibe well together. Stating we just live together is not enough. It`s time to re-create stories and live in them. Sauna parties, American Apparel, adventures at Rockstars, chasing girls – these can all be re-telled with DHV spikes. I have to make it happen.
I know where my wing needs pushing. He needs to open sets on his own and begin to truly expand his social networking. He also needs to be more in tune with his emotions.
On the same page, he knows where I need improvement as well. He knows that I am intimidated with women. He knows we need a game plan, and that I am not a 100 percent honest or in tune with my emotions. Now that these points have been brought up to us, it`s time to make an improvement.
Charisma signing out.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Number Closed at Julios. June 2009
Hey guys. Just a quick repeat of what happened on Saturday. Nothing too fancily written here; just the details.
Went out for a bite to eat with Link and my best bud; and we stop at Julios. A three set is sitting adjacent from us, and eventually I finally muster the courage to run a quick opener. They were very receptive and the opener wasn't anything 'canned' routine. More of something that spurred the moment; asking what the commotion was about.
Link than proceeds to show a picture of me when we were at the Legislature being goofy. They giggle and Kevin is mocking how I wasn't going to go back and talk to them again. After that; I flicked the PUA switch - got up, sat and locked into the group and shot the shit for ten minutes.
Bar tender comes around the corner with a bull dog for me, and finds me at another table; telling Link: 'Your friend is quite the Casonova isn't he?'. I manage to stay in set for about ten minutes, running some ring finger routine, some bantering, and passing along some introductions.
Charisma: Hey guys, I have to rejoin my friends, but we're going to join you guys after we're done eating. You guys cool with that?
They agree that it would be fine, if they were still around.
We mow down our food, and I walk over to them again. Jessica - the obstacle was obstructing me from my target that was sitting beside her on the far end of the booth. While she was polite and shuffled over so I can sit on the end, I manage to come up with a quick solution for counter-act this problem.
Charisma: Way to totally steal my awesome entrance. I was going to show you this cool spinning move. (you know the one - used for lock in).
She complies and giggles as I spin her. Now I'm sitting in the middle of the booth, with my target on one side, and my obstacle on the other. Ahead is this cute blond - but I'm already commited.
Kevin and Link than come over and we fluff talk for a bit - giving me the opportunity to run some DHV stories and material. Before you know it, I'm into detail about this sex bible I own, and how some men are totally unaware of the woman's perspective when it comes to making 'love'.
Gave me an opportunity to run into the evolutionary kiss close (not fully completed - and used it more as a cool thing to show rather than kiss my target on the spot in her friends with no way for her to escape.
Jessica volunteers to be shown what spots are usually avoided during foreplay, and I demonstrate while biting on her inside of her elbow in front of everyone. (this blew me away). The girls were estatic, and were sucking every minute of it.
Eventually we had to leave, as our bills were paid and no further progress could be made in the circumstances. (they were leaving as well, and not for a bounce, but towards home). I mentioned earlier about a house warming party that I was plannig on having and shot them an invite.
They said they were interested (discovered they both have boyfriends - obstacle and target - blone had school to take care of). 'Our boyfriends canceled on us for friday; so I don't see why not.'
This will give me a chance to maybe run some boyfriend destroyer tactics or at least make new friends. My dilemma is I found out what my target's age was. And it's an iffy situation at best.
The target is 17, but turning 18 at the beginning of August. Do I go for it - or pass it to the side. My moral system is really fucking me up right now, and I'm not sure if I should leave it and forget it, or go after it. Your thoughts gents?
Went out for a bite to eat with Link and my best bud; and we stop at Julios. A three set is sitting adjacent from us, and eventually I finally muster the courage to run a quick opener. They were very receptive and the opener wasn't anything 'canned' routine. More of something that spurred the moment; asking what the commotion was about.
Link than proceeds to show a picture of me when we were at the Legislature being goofy. They giggle and Kevin is mocking how I wasn't going to go back and talk to them again. After that; I flicked the PUA switch - got up, sat and locked into the group and shot the shit for ten minutes.
Bar tender comes around the corner with a bull dog for me, and finds me at another table; telling Link: 'Your friend is quite the Casonova isn't he?'. I manage to stay in set for about ten minutes, running some ring finger routine, some bantering, and passing along some introductions.
Charisma: Hey guys, I have to rejoin my friends, but we're going to join you guys after we're done eating. You guys cool with that?
They agree that it would be fine, if they were still around.
We mow down our food, and I walk over to them again. Jessica - the obstacle was obstructing me from my target that was sitting beside her on the far end of the booth. While she was polite and shuffled over so I can sit on the end, I manage to come up with a quick solution for counter-act this problem.
Charisma: Way to totally steal my awesome entrance. I was going to show you this cool spinning move. (you know the one - used for lock in).
She complies and giggles as I spin her. Now I'm sitting in the middle of the booth, with my target on one side, and my obstacle on the other. Ahead is this cute blond - but I'm already commited.
Kevin and Link than come over and we fluff talk for a bit - giving me the opportunity to run some DHV stories and material. Before you know it, I'm into detail about this sex bible I own, and how some men are totally unaware of the woman's perspective when it comes to making 'love'.
Gave me an opportunity to run into the evolutionary kiss close (not fully completed - and used it more as a cool thing to show rather than kiss my target on the spot in her friends with no way for her to escape.
Jessica volunteers to be shown what spots are usually avoided during foreplay, and I demonstrate while biting on her inside of her elbow in front of everyone. (this blew me away). The girls were estatic, and were sucking every minute of it.
Eventually we had to leave, as our bills were paid and no further progress could be made in the circumstances. (they were leaving as well, and not for a bounce, but towards home). I mentioned earlier about a house warming party that I was plannig on having and shot them an invite.
They said they were interested (discovered they both have boyfriends - obstacle and target - blone had school to take care of). 'Our boyfriends canceled on us for friday; so I don't see why not.'
This will give me a chance to maybe run some boyfriend destroyer tactics or at least make new friends. My dilemma is I found out what my target's age was. And it's an iffy situation at best.
The target is 17, but turning 18 at the beginning of August. Do I go for it - or pass it to the side. My moral system is really fucking me up right now, and I'm not sure if I should leave it and forget it, or go after it. Your thoughts gents?
5 June 2009 Field Report
Things are in motion; and me and Link head off to West Edmonton Mall for a bit of practice on the good ol day game. Now that I finally have been able to fully unpack and take a few minutes to myself - I am finally able to re-focus all of my attention back to running sets.
We head off with one of my close friends Jenna, who helped us wander the mall with somewhat of a mission for being there - as we hit up random girls on the side and just get our mouths moving using openers again. I was focused more on using the cologne opener; since it seemed to give me really good results. Link managed to run a few as well - since his personal mission is to push more towards day game (especially on Whyte ave; but we were denied the opportunity due to the rainy weather outside).
A set that really stuck out to me was near the end of the day, where a lone HB blond walks right past me with a clipboard in her hand. I stare back, somewhat disappointed I didn't approach; while Jenna echoed my voice in my head out-loud. 'Man, I was temped to run that set myself, lol'
... With that the sudden impulse to talk to her takes over, and I switch directions on the heel of my foot, and maneuver throughout the crowd of people. I finally reach over to her an walk along side her. She looks at me in sudden shock, because she saw me just moments ago 'eyeing' her, and she immediately knew something was up. But I wasn't discouraged, I was determined to talk with this girl.
Charisma: Hey, I need your feminine opinion on something real quick.
HB: Uhm....okay? *gives me questioning stare as she keeps walking, me along side her*
Charisma: I just came from the Bay with some friends, and I was trying to find out with cologne smells better...Love and Magic...*sniffs own wrist and than offers it to HB...she complies* and Pie *she smells it*
Eventually she chooses the Pie cologne, but I didn't have anything to follow it up with. But I regret nothing; since I had the balls to go approach a girl I wanted to talk to. Besides this was an opportunity to work out the cob webs in the system.
Afterwards we meet up with Saint, and start tearing Whyte avenue for some night game. This is where things become interesting.
We hit up Suite 69, and the place is practically dead but for a 2 set to the right of the entrance, a three seated set of cute attractive women, and some chodes hanging by the wall. I make mental note of my surroundings and try to muster the courage and the wit to run an opener on the 3 set.
One of the bartenders recognizes Link, and she leans over to hug and talk to him. Cool - now we have some social value. Saint mentions that the 3 set is severely checking us out, and I know now I have to open this set, or willow in my own anger and bitterness.
Suddenly one of the male bartenders mentions something that we look like we belong in a band and went as far to ask us what our bar name was. I look at Saint somewhat baffled and caught off momentarily off guard. My mind - on other matters.
Saint: We are the Tinkerbell Panties'!
I laugh at the notion (before that, I though he said Your mom's panties....should have stuck with that one, lol). Suddenly an opener hits me, and I walk past both Saint and Link and approach the three set.
Charisma: Hey guys - Listen, I need your personal output here for a second. We need a new bad ass name for our make believe band. So far we have the name Tinkerbell panties...what do you think?
HB Blond: Oh, you should totally pick the Metal Junkies - classy and rockerish!
HB Red Head: Hahaha, ya, Tinkerbell doesn't suit you guys
Charisma: Awesome guys! I still like our original name, but maybe you can come up with some other cool ideas later. So what are your guys' names? (I forgot them 2 seconds afterwards...which opened a doorway for a new routine later).
Charisma: *draws a blank* Anyways, I'm going to smoothly eject, since I'm hitting a momentary brain fart, but maybe I'll introduce you to my friends.
3 set : Says goodbye and are very friendly.
I walk back to Saint and Link, as we shoot the shit for a bit. Suddenly Saint looks at me and asks, 'Which one is your target?', which I responded in kind with, 'The Blond...she's cute'. Before long Saint replies, 'Dude...introduce me, come on.'
And it's on. Accomplishment intro, and bam, we're in. We're both locked in, telling stories, while Link joins us. We shoot the shit and things are going very well from this point on.
Charisma: I'll be frank and honest with you guys. I'm terrible with names, so I'm giving you nicknames for now. *points to redhead* What should your name be?
Saint: Little red riding hood! L to the double R, H! Bad ass!
Set: *laughs*
Charisma: *points to glasses* and you're totally cinnamon. It's okay, I love cinnamon!
Charisma: *looks at target* and you're totally barbie. hands down!
The table is eating out of our hands, and the entire time they're trying to keep the conversation alive with questions, and we run story after story. Before long me and Saint are running DHV stories, him telling his Bus saving Cousin skit; myself about Hip Hop Dancing and how we're social artists in disguise (I love busting that out) and that we're on the search for new friends to fill our social circle.
Eventually obstacles come in, friends that they've been waiting for, and would you have it, my target's boy friend came into play. Fantastic.
But as a close friend once mentioned to me; just because there's a goalie in the net doesn't mean you can't score.
So Saint preoccupies the obstacles, as they become A.D.D and hit the dance floor, leaving my target and his chode boyfriend behind. She looks unimpressed, as he has his arm around her waist sitting back at the table.
Charisma: Wow, you look like you're having fun. It's almost contagious!
Barbie: Haha, ya! *Tries to qualify me*
Boyfriend looks at me at this point with annoyed look.
Charisma: Hey Bro, pleased to meet you. What your name? Awesome! So you go to U of A as well too? What do you study?
Chode: I mainly work rather than school. You?
Charisma: Oh, that's cool man! I use to be in the forces for 3 years, and became a technician; now I do home theatre installations - you name it!
Chode: ...oh...well....cool....I guess
Charisma: Focus attention back to target
Suddenly I get a text from Saint.
'Use the ice'
I look at the table and there's an empty glass with ice from here Saint downed a glass and ran off before anyone noticed. Smooth. So that being said, I chucked a piece in between her shirt and she was laughing. I was bring fun and joy to this girl's life, and she was enjoying herself, versus being with her chode boyfriend.
Charisma: Hey me and my friends are planning to head off soon, what's your number - I need to give you the details for our house warming party coming up a week or two from now. Sweet - and what's your facebook - good girl.
Meanwhile, her boyfriend turns around in alarm, and realizes I'm getting her girl's number right in front of him, and becomes worried as I record her name. I suddenly turn to the guy give him a good ol 'Hey bro, nice meeting you' hand shake and I'm off. Laughing in disbelief of what I've accomplished.
Than we stop by Lucky 13 real quick, to say hi to some of the guys. Which some key points from my observation:
1) Rachet - your ability to wing is good, but once your wingman has his girl and its just him and her, step aside, he doesn't need you anymore. So good on that. I would like to hear how heat seeker made out after that.
2) Regalia was locked in - which was good, but did he have a target in mind, I have no idea. Like to know how that turned out.
3) Genghis kicked ass in the set I saw him, and has to become confident in locking in - after a quick brush in and a quick word to the ear, he got the hint and did great. I have to read his report after this.
Other than that - that's all I have for Lucky - I didn't run any sets in that place for whatever reason. Which case we bounced pretty quick to Rockstars, where we managed to get VIP, and run into Danica. She was doing some photography and got us involved, introduced us to some people who worked there and things were mediaocore.
Than we hit the dance floor - where things took an interesting turn. The two hottest girls in the club - my target a HB 9....*drools*, was being hit on by this creepy guy on the floor. She turns to me as a human shield and I spin and switch places. After the chode disappeared, I turn to her and said 'This shit ain't free. It's five bucks for my hired protection'. She giggles and starts grinding with me hard core.
I push her away and lean against the back smoothly as she tries to get me to dance with her. Eventually I give in, and I suggest we head upstairs for a breath of fresh air. They comply, and before long I have the one girl arm and arm around the club. We get out and we play a quick game of murder, marry and shag. Things go well - but suddenly my target gets A.D.D and approaches these girls that complimented her on her dress.
Talked to her friends who was attractive as well, and ran off to say hi to our new friends and tried to neg my target, but she wasn't paying attention as she walked away to let me deal with the new three set, which were cool anyway. We head back in, and my target suddenly plays hard to get.
I punish her and walk away, and begin shooting the shit with the new girls upstairs on the bed, now Link is on fire in his element. Which was refreshing to see. We take some pics, run into some old friends, get my butt pinched twice, and we head back downstairs.
Saint makes a bold move and tries to get the girls to bounce with us, at first they said yes - but they went back to dancing and they bailed at the last second. Saint got their numbers and we called it a night, and that was it.
...
Or was it?
On the way back after dropping Saint off, I get a call from him saying the girls have decided to join us for food after all. We're a few feet from our place and we turn the vehicle around and head back to rock stars. Adventure was calling us, and we figured we might as well go with the flow.
We park back of Rock Stars trying to contact the girls, and we watch this one girl completely break down in tears as her boyfriend drives off drunk in his car. She knocks on our window asking if we call a cab, and we shoot the shit for a bit. She than breaks down even more, telling how her ex 2 months ago was involved in a drunken car accident.
I stand up out of the pathfinder, walk up to her and offer her a hug, telling everything will be okay, and she's sobbing like crazy in my arms. (we are truly the world's greatest diplomats as PUAs.) After getting rid of her tears, she laughs at our jokes and we shoot the shit some more. We get her into the cab and made a new friend as I facebooked closed her and wished her a good one - after taking care of her and dealing with her emotions and drunken rambles.
We ended up finally getting a call from the girls, and we tried to find them, but they were no where to be found, since they decided to walk home, and the directions they gave us were poor - and couldn't get a hold of her afterwards. So we retired our efforts and called it a night.
A DHV story if nothing else for a later time.
So - that's my report, and it's late in the evening and I'm getting some sleep.
Sleep well my brothers.
Happy Gaming.
- Charisma
We head off with one of my close friends Jenna, who helped us wander the mall with somewhat of a mission for being there - as we hit up random girls on the side and just get our mouths moving using openers again. I was focused more on using the cologne opener; since it seemed to give me really good results. Link managed to run a few as well - since his personal mission is to push more towards day game (especially on Whyte ave; but we were denied the opportunity due to the rainy weather outside).
A set that really stuck out to me was near the end of the day, where a lone HB blond walks right past me with a clipboard in her hand. I stare back, somewhat disappointed I didn't approach; while Jenna echoed my voice in my head out-loud. 'Man, I was temped to run that set myself, lol'
... With that the sudden impulse to talk to her takes over, and I switch directions on the heel of my foot, and maneuver throughout the crowd of people. I finally reach over to her an walk along side her. She looks at me in sudden shock, because she saw me just moments ago 'eyeing' her, and she immediately knew something was up. But I wasn't discouraged, I was determined to talk with this girl.
Charisma: Hey, I need your feminine opinion on something real quick.
HB: Uhm....okay? *gives me questioning stare as she keeps walking, me along side her*
Charisma: I just came from the Bay with some friends, and I was trying to find out with cologne smells better...Love and Magic...*sniffs own wrist and than offers it to HB...she complies* and Pie *she smells it*
Eventually she chooses the Pie cologne, but I didn't have anything to follow it up with. But I regret nothing; since I had the balls to go approach a girl I wanted to talk to. Besides this was an opportunity to work out the cob webs in the system.
Afterwards we meet up with Saint, and start tearing Whyte avenue for some night game. This is where things become interesting.
We hit up Suite 69, and the place is practically dead but for a 2 set to the right of the entrance, a three seated set of cute attractive women, and some chodes hanging by the wall. I make mental note of my surroundings and try to muster the courage and the wit to run an opener on the 3 set.
One of the bartenders recognizes Link, and she leans over to hug and talk to him. Cool - now we have some social value. Saint mentions that the 3 set is severely checking us out, and I know now I have to open this set, or willow in my own anger and bitterness.
Suddenly one of the male bartenders mentions something that we look like we belong in a band and went as far to ask us what our bar name was. I look at Saint somewhat baffled and caught off momentarily off guard. My mind - on other matters.
Saint: We are the Tinkerbell Panties'!
I laugh at the notion (before that, I though he said Your mom's panties....should have stuck with that one, lol). Suddenly an opener hits me, and I walk past both Saint and Link and approach the three set.
Charisma: Hey guys - Listen, I need your personal output here for a second. We need a new bad ass name for our make believe band. So far we have the name Tinkerbell panties...what do you think?
HB Blond: Oh, you should totally pick the Metal Junkies - classy and rockerish!
HB Red Head: Hahaha, ya, Tinkerbell doesn't suit you guys
Charisma: Awesome guys! I still like our original name, but maybe you can come up with some other cool ideas later. So what are your guys' names? (I forgot them 2 seconds afterwards...which opened a doorway for a new routine later).
Charisma: *draws a blank* Anyways, I'm going to smoothly eject, since I'm hitting a momentary brain fart, but maybe I'll introduce you to my friends.
3 set : Says goodbye and are very friendly.
I walk back to Saint and Link, as we shoot the shit for a bit. Suddenly Saint looks at me and asks, 'Which one is your target?', which I responded in kind with, 'The Blond...she's cute'. Before long Saint replies, 'Dude...introduce me, come on.'
And it's on. Accomplishment intro, and bam, we're in. We're both locked in, telling stories, while Link joins us. We shoot the shit and things are going very well from this point on.
Charisma: I'll be frank and honest with you guys. I'm terrible with names, so I'm giving you nicknames for now. *points to redhead* What should your name be?
Saint: Little red riding hood! L to the double R, H! Bad ass!
Set: *laughs*
Charisma: *points to glasses* and you're totally cinnamon. It's okay, I love cinnamon!
Charisma: *looks at target* and you're totally barbie. hands down!
The table is eating out of our hands, and the entire time they're trying to keep the conversation alive with questions, and we run story after story. Before long me and Saint are running DHV stories, him telling his Bus saving Cousin skit; myself about Hip Hop Dancing and how we're social artists in disguise (I love busting that out) and that we're on the search for new friends to fill our social circle.
Eventually obstacles come in, friends that they've been waiting for, and would you have it, my target's boy friend came into play. Fantastic.
But as a close friend once mentioned to me; just because there's a goalie in the net doesn't mean you can't score.
So Saint preoccupies the obstacles, as they become A.D.D and hit the dance floor, leaving my target and his chode boyfriend behind. She looks unimpressed, as he has his arm around her waist sitting back at the table.
Charisma: Wow, you look like you're having fun. It's almost contagious!
Barbie: Haha, ya! *Tries to qualify me*
Boyfriend looks at me at this point with annoyed look.
Charisma: Hey Bro, pleased to meet you. What your name? Awesome! So you go to U of A as well too? What do you study?
Chode: I mainly work rather than school. You?
Charisma: Oh, that's cool man! I use to be in the forces for 3 years, and became a technician; now I do home theatre installations - you name it!
Chode: ...oh...well....cool....I guess
Charisma: Focus attention back to target
Suddenly I get a text from Saint.
'Use the ice'
I look at the table and there's an empty glass with ice from here Saint downed a glass and ran off before anyone noticed. Smooth. So that being said, I chucked a piece in between her shirt and she was laughing. I was bring fun and joy to this girl's life, and she was enjoying herself, versus being with her chode boyfriend.
Charisma: Hey me and my friends are planning to head off soon, what's your number - I need to give you the details for our house warming party coming up a week or two from now. Sweet - and what's your facebook - good girl.
Meanwhile, her boyfriend turns around in alarm, and realizes I'm getting her girl's number right in front of him, and becomes worried as I record her name. I suddenly turn to the guy give him a good ol 'Hey bro, nice meeting you' hand shake and I'm off. Laughing in disbelief of what I've accomplished.
Than we stop by Lucky 13 real quick, to say hi to some of the guys. Which some key points from my observation:
1) Rachet - your ability to wing is good, but once your wingman has his girl and its just him and her, step aside, he doesn't need you anymore. So good on that. I would like to hear how heat seeker made out after that.
2) Regalia was locked in - which was good, but did he have a target in mind, I have no idea. Like to know how that turned out.
3) Genghis kicked ass in the set I saw him, and has to become confident in locking in - after a quick brush in and a quick word to the ear, he got the hint and did great. I have to read his report after this.
Other than that - that's all I have for Lucky - I didn't run any sets in that place for whatever reason. Which case we bounced pretty quick to Rockstars, where we managed to get VIP, and run into Danica. She was doing some photography and got us involved, introduced us to some people who worked there and things were mediaocore.
Than we hit the dance floor - where things took an interesting turn. The two hottest girls in the club - my target a HB 9....*drools*, was being hit on by this creepy guy on the floor. She turns to me as a human shield and I spin and switch places. After the chode disappeared, I turn to her and said 'This shit ain't free. It's five bucks for my hired protection'. She giggles and starts grinding with me hard core.
I push her away and lean against the back smoothly as she tries to get me to dance with her. Eventually I give in, and I suggest we head upstairs for a breath of fresh air. They comply, and before long I have the one girl arm and arm around the club. We get out and we play a quick game of murder, marry and shag. Things go well - but suddenly my target gets A.D.D and approaches these girls that complimented her on her dress.
Talked to her friends who was attractive as well, and ran off to say hi to our new friends and tried to neg my target, but she wasn't paying attention as she walked away to let me deal with the new three set, which were cool anyway. We head back in, and my target suddenly plays hard to get.
I punish her and walk away, and begin shooting the shit with the new girls upstairs on the bed, now Link is on fire in his element. Which was refreshing to see. We take some pics, run into some old friends, get my butt pinched twice, and we head back downstairs.
Saint makes a bold move and tries to get the girls to bounce with us, at first they said yes - but they went back to dancing and they bailed at the last second. Saint got their numbers and we called it a night, and that was it.
...
Or was it?
On the way back after dropping Saint off, I get a call from him saying the girls have decided to join us for food after all. We're a few feet from our place and we turn the vehicle around and head back to rock stars. Adventure was calling us, and we figured we might as well go with the flow.
We park back of Rock Stars trying to contact the girls, and we watch this one girl completely break down in tears as her boyfriend drives off drunk in his car. She knocks on our window asking if we call a cab, and we shoot the shit for a bit. She than breaks down even more, telling how her ex 2 months ago was involved in a drunken car accident.
I stand up out of the pathfinder, walk up to her and offer her a hug, telling everything will be okay, and she's sobbing like crazy in my arms. (we are truly the world's greatest diplomats as PUAs.) After getting rid of her tears, she laughs at our jokes and we shoot the shit some more. We get her into the cab and made a new friend as I facebooked closed her and wished her a good one - after taking care of her and dealing with her emotions and drunken rambles.
We ended up finally getting a call from the girls, and we tried to find them, but they were no where to be found, since they decided to walk home, and the directions they gave us were poor - and couldn't get a hold of her afterwards. So we retired our efforts and called it a night.
A DHV story if nothing else for a later time.
So - that's my report, and it's late in the evening and I'm getting some sleep.
Sleep well my brothers.
Happy Gaming.
- Charisma
Collection of Field Reports - May 2009 (2)
Text message - it's from Link.
'Okay Dude. House warming party for some sexy girls tonight. I hope you're available. This is a A game tonight dude. These girls are hot.'
The whole day turns around in a moment's notice. It was as if the universe knew what was going on through my head. I came to a sudden epiphany that if I want to become a master PUA, I need to destroy my moral/belief system I developed as an AFC, and overcome the obstacles and walls I placed for myself. And tonight would be the test to see if I had the drive and confidence to do so.
The night starts off in a sudden rush. Desperately arriving home with little time to spare; barely enough to change and grab my necessities and get out of the door to head west-ward to the epic house party. The car ride was lead with adventure and GPS mishaps, and we all had a very positive vibe and atmosphere. This was going to be awesome!
We arrive at the house party; in time for the entire crowd of sausage to head off to the ranch. What a bummer. Here I am standing adjacent from the girls - who are all lined opposite end of the men.
The high school gravitational pull is in effect. A common rule that chodes follow - afraid to step outside the bounds and interact with the opposite sex. A dilemma that passes me, as I walk towards them and start to introduce myself.
These girls were an absolute pleasure to talk to; and some were decently cute and attractive. Managed to steal a seat from one of them with the spin maneuver, found a small water gun and had a blast with that; and eventually began to bounce towards The Ranch (where most of the girls weren't going to tag along) where I facebook closed all three of them at the same time. One was so forward as to give me their number - but i replied back with 'Whoa...easy there go-getter; I have to stalk your page before we get too serious, lol'
Which case they invited us to a bon fire party happening sometime within the next couple of weeks; so I like to see these girls get admitted into my personal social circle and become close friends. We'll see how this progresses later.
As we head off to the ranch, we have fun with Kim and another girl (whose name fails to come to grasp); and get pumped to go in. I never been to this club prior to Link's photo shoot, so I didn't know what to expect. I will admit, I didn't feel entirely comfortable stepping into this environment after having fun at the house party.
But than the switch was clicked - the game was on. I knew, that all I had, was this moment. The 'now'; and that anything that happened wouldn't matter in the long run, unless I let it matter.
So me and Link ran a set in the far back, took some pictures and ran some mild openers and routines. Before long, they're hanging off us and begging us to dance with us. We get completely cut off by these dancing chodes, who scare the girls away - but we managed to recover from that later...
As we're walking around, we get approached by one of Link's friends - and I begin to game her friend; who is totally into me. We shoot the shit for a while, and I introduce myself as Charisma, and we head off to the floor, where I decide to pull some Madator techniques I learned on my bootcamp. I won't go into explicit detail, but a lot of the stuff I was running came across as non-needy, kino escalated but was done in such a way where it was pull-push.
Every time i turned around to do a fake leave; she would run after me to drag me back. (IOI) She's trying hard to qualify me; and I realized that for once in a long time, I have complete control of my frame. I am dragging her into my reality - I am the prize.
As she leaves, we head back to our warm set, and some of the girls were getting pretty intimate in their movements (didn't number close them in the end; note to self, run the sets to the ground if they're in standing good terms - could be cool friends worse come worse). These girls were interrupted once again by the same chodes; and I had enough. I grabbed the girls to me, stuck them out of my circle and became the AMOG. I'm sorry - you have no value to talk to my women...back off. (which acted as a DHV as far as im concerened - protector of loved ones)
Eventually me and Link take a break from the floor and running sets; that I catch my target talking to another guy. I laugh it off, and she catches me looking. She runs over and apologizes like you wouldn't believe. She complains how terrible of a kisser he is (he was aggressive and she backed away). I punish her, and push her off gentilly - and she stumbles to get close.
I than tease her, 'Now we have to start from scratch again....by the way, I'm Charisma'
She laughs and gives me the puppy dinner look - and now I know it's on. I tell her to kiss me on the side of the cheek; and she complies. She than smiles and I tell her one on the lips. She goes in fast - and I hold my head back with a slight smile, and tell her to calm down. I tell her to try again; which case she does, and the kiss is gentle - and I can feel her holding back.
Damn - this shit works.
All of a sudden I break the tension and tell her she should find her friend, and give her a good ol playful smack in the butt saying, 'Now run along....good girl'.
After a few more minutes, I run into her again, as shes heading to the bathroom, and she's surrounded by three guys. I beckon her with my finger to come to me; and she comes over gleefully, leaving the guys confused. (he he....I'm not even remotely sorry). She comes over and I hold her for a second, and we exchange another light kiss, and slowly make it a little more intense.
I break off one more time, and she tells me she's definitely looking for me afterwards.
She finds me, and I run some isolation game at a table, running some finger ring routine on her, and escalate the kino a little more - but enough to make her want more. Her neck tilts slightly to the left and her stare is fixated on me when we talk. IOI.
Than I number close and spend another few minutes with her before me and Link bounce home - and before she does, she leaves and tells me to watch her drink; since she'll be right back.
...
I stare at the drink for 20 seconds...I get up, and walk away. Texting to her : 'Sorry kiddo, but I don't watch drinks. it's still on the table' And i see her out of the corner of my eye her talking to another dude. Pffft....puh-leez.
She than rushes over to me before I head off the door and apologizes like crazy for making me wait, and makes out with me, and I lift her in the air in a bear hug; as shes overcome by joy. We jump in the cab; and I sit back in disbelief.
Did I do all that?
And the worst part? She's texting me right now as I'm giving her IOI's and IOD's; and she's frantically qualifying herself.
>:) Sticking point - abolished. Thanks again Link for the winging and for bringing me out. You did excellent for aiding me on my sets!
Till next time.
- Charisma
'Okay Dude. House warming party for some sexy girls tonight. I hope you're available. This is a A game tonight dude. These girls are hot.'
The whole day turns around in a moment's notice. It was as if the universe knew what was going on through my head. I came to a sudden epiphany that if I want to become a master PUA, I need to destroy my moral/belief system I developed as an AFC, and overcome the obstacles and walls I placed for myself. And tonight would be the test to see if I had the drive and confidence to do so.
The night starts off in a sudden rush. Desperately arriving home with little time to spare; barely enough to change and grab my necessities and get out of the door to head west-ward to the epic house party. The car ride was lead with adventure and GPS mishaps, and we all had a very positive vibe and atmosphere. This was going to be awesome!
We arrive at the house party; in time for the entire crowd of sausage to head off to the ranch. What a bummer. Here I am standing adjacent from the girls - who are all lined opposite end of the men.
The high school gravitational pull is in effect. A common rule that chodes follow - afraid to step outside the bounds and interact with the opposite sex. A dilemma that passes me, as I walk towards them and start to introduce myself.
These girls were an absolute pleasure to talk to; and some were decently cute and attractive. Managed to steal a seat from one of them with the spin maneuver, found a small water gun and had a blast with that; and eventually began to bounce towards The Ranch (where most of the girls weren't going to tag along) where I facebook closed all three of them at the same time. One was so forward as to give me their number - but i replied back with 'Whoa...easy there go-getter; I have to stalk your page before we get too serious, lol'
Which case they invited us to a bon fire party happening sometime within the next couple of weeks; so I like to see these girls get admitted into my personal social circle and become close friends. We'll see how this progresses later.
As we head off to the ranch, we have fun with Kim and another girl (whose name fails to come to grasp); and get pumped to go in. I never been to this club prior to Link's photo shoot, so I didn't know what to expect. I will admit, I didn't feel entirely comfortable stepping into this environment after having fun at the house party.
But than the switch was clicked - the game was on. I knew, that all I had, was this moment. The 'now'; and that anything that happened wouldn't matter in the long run, unless I let it matter.
So me and Link ran a set in the far back, took some pictures and ran some mild openers and routines. Before long, they're hanging off us and begging us to dance with us. We get completely cut off by these dancing chodes, who scare the girls away - but we managed to recover from that later...
As we're walking around, we get approached by one of Link's friends - and I begin to game her friend; who is totally into me. We shoot the shit for a while, and I introduce myself as Charisma, and we head off to the floor, where I decide to pull some Madator techniques I learned on my bootcamp. I won't go into explicit detail, but a lot of the stuff I was running came across as non-needy, kino escalated but was done in such a way where it was pull-push.
Every time i turned around to do a fake leave; she would run after me to drag me back. (IOI) She's trying hard to qualify me; and I realized that for once in a long time, I have complete control of my frame. I am dragging her into my reality - I am the prize.
As she leaves, we head back to our warm set, and some of the girls were getting pretty intimate in their movements (didn't number close them in the end; note to self, run the sets to the ground if they're in standing good terms - could be cool friends worse come worse). These girls were interrupted once again by the same chodes; and I had enough. I grabbed the girls to me, stuck them out of my circle and became the AMOG. I'm sorry - you have no value to talk to my women...back off. (which acted as a DHV as far as im concerened - protector of loved ones)
Eventually me and Link take a break from the floor and running sets; that I catch my target talking to another guy. I laugh it off, and she catches me looking. She runs over and apologizes like you wouldn't believe. She complains how terrible of a kisser he is (he was aggressive and she backed away). I punish her, and push her off gentilly - and she stumbles to get close.
I than tease her, 'Now we have to start from scratch again....by the way, I'm Charisma'
She laughs and gives me the puppy dinner look - and now I know it's on. I tell her to kiss me on the side of the cheek; and she complies. She than smiles and I tell her one on the lips. She goes in fast - and I hold my head back with a slight smile, and tell her to calm down. I tell her to try again; which case she does, and the kiss is gentle - and I can feel her holding back.
Damn - this shit works.
All of a sudden I break the tension and tell her she should find her friend, and give her a good ol playful smack in the butt saying, 'Now run along....good girl'.
After a few more minutes, I run into her again, as shes heading to the bathroom, and she's surrounded by three guys. I beckon her with my finger to come to me; and she comes over gleefully, leaving the guys confused. (he he....I'm not even remotely sorry). She comes over and I hold her for a second, and we exchange another light kiss, and slowly make it a little more intense.
I break off one more time, and she tells me she's definitely looking for me afterwards.
She finds me, and I run some isolation game at a table, running some finger ring routine on her, and escalate the kino a little more - but enough to make her want more. Her neck tilts slightly to the left and her stare is fixated on me when we talk. IOI.
Than I number close and spend another few minutes with her before me and Link bounce home - and before she does, she leaves and tells me to watch her drink; since she'll be right back.
...
I stare at the drink for 20 seconds...I get up, and walk away. Texting to her : 'Sorry kiddo, but I don't watch drinks. it's still on the table' And i see her out of the corner of my eye her talking to another dude. Pffft....puh-leez.
She than rushes over to me before I head off the door and apologizes like crazy for making me wait, and makes out with me, and I lift her in the air in a bear hug; as shes overcome by joy. We jump in the cab; and I sit back in disbelief.
Did I do all that?
And the worst part? She's texting me right now as I'm giving her IOI's and IOD's; and she's frantically qualifying herself.
>:) Sticking point - abolished. Thanks again Link for the winging and for bringing me out. You did excellent for aiding me on my sets!
Till next time.
- Charisma
Collection of Field Reports - May 2009 (1)
Gentlemen.
Last night was a startling discovery; and I'll share with you what I learned in just a moment.
The Club of choice : Empire
The Date: Sunday 17 May 2009 (Long Weekend)
I entered Empire dressed to kill; realizing the moment I walked in, that I may have possibly been too overdressed for the occasion. The club was holding a beach party event, there were amazingly good looking hired guns in bikinis everywhere I turned. It was early, and only myself and two other personal friends were with me; the club had yet to pick up.
The moment I walked in - I was in my element. I large smile crept over my face, and I was having fun, playing volleyball with some of the girls, shooting the shit - and just being social. No real game was run at this point - till JD (who is aware of my alter ego), mentioned that I hadn't open a true set yet. He points me out to one - and without hesitation I walk over and run an opener to get the cobwebs out of the system.
The set went well, and there was potential to make it more than it was; but it was practice and none of the girls had any appeal to me. So I ejected and struck the dance floor and had some fun; till Ron Burgundy appears. Oddly enough I wasn't aware of the guy to girl ratio - for to me, it appeared to me that there were a lot of women, and the guys didn't exist. Which must have added something to my frame of mind - I'm not entirely sure.
I run a quick set while introducing myself and negging the target. The set responded with good energy (4 mixed set), but ran into an awkward pause - and ejected myself (I have to stop doing this). Eventually things took a different route.
I was outside in the smoking pit - waiting for Ron, while running a 2 set.
Charisma: Bonjour!
HB 8: ...
Charisma: Normal people tend to say 'hi' back.
HB 8: *laughs* Hi there!
The conversation sways back and forth and she mentions she came back from a Caribbean cruise, which case I take 3 steps back and look at her with a cocked eyebrow and smile...
Charisma: I'm making a new rule - I'm maintaining a distance of 4 feet from you at all times; you may very well possibly have the swine flu....
HB 8: *shocked and tries to close the distance* I do not! *laughs*
Charisma: *Compensates by taking a step back* Are you always like this?
At this point she's actually chasing me down to get close. I'm am amazed on how well cat-string theory works on sets. You do the opposite of a normal guy - and a girl will want to close that distance.
Her friend finishes her smoke (kinda ignored her...my mistake) and grabs her friend (Brittney by the way) heading back into the club. Which case I run into Ron, who managed to sneak by me without me noticing. He goes to tear up the club running some 'I Mac Ho's' game (which sadly I didn't get to see it in action); and I head off to run my own sets.
I ran into a 2 set on the floor, and chose my target, while the obstacle was doing all she could to dance with me. I managed to laugh and have a good time with them - and was used as a cock block to get ride of chodes who tried to get to with them by grinding behind them. One guy looks at me and says 'You're a lucky son of a bitch'; where I ran Mystery's one-liner 'Hey bro...I'll give you two hundred bucks if you take these girls off me...'
The look on the faces of my set was PRICELESS.
Eventually I had enough of dancing to the side, and took my target (Nicole), and began to run some minor dance game (push-pull) and she was incredibly touchy. I knew the vibe was on.
But this is where I lost my frame. I gave into her; I stopped pushing her away, surrendering myself to the bliss of being with a woman I was heavily attracted to. However, my mind raced back, and I remembered that if I wanted this girl I would have to pull the trigger and try something new.
I held out my arm, motioned for her to come with me; she complies, and I start heading off to an isolation location. 20 feet later....
Nicole: 'Where's Erin?'
Charisma: 'I have no idea, lets look together.'
Nicole: *Checks her phone* 'I'm going to see if she's on the floor' *walks away*
...Damn it.
Later throughout the night, I saw her again, and decided in my head that I wanted her, and I was not going to walk away empty handed; I was going to at least try to get the girl I was attract to. At this point she's dancing on the stage, I walk over to the edge, and motion her with my hand outstretched to come down to me. She shakes her head smiling - and I'm left there looking like a chode.
There's something to be said about having a dominating presence; and I realize now that there is no reason why I should bend to a woman based on her looks alone. I should have shrugged and ran another set - but I was so fixated on what I did wrong - that I took the rejection personally. Oddly enough - I don't regret chasing after her. I think I rather get shot down than wonder the whole night 'what would have happened?' But I promise to carry on this enlightenment into my next set.
Light bulbs are clicking in my head, and I just realized - how EASY it is to jump from attraction to comfort. All this time I complicated it; now I know that if I want the girl - all i have to do is get the girl; in other words...PULL THE TRIGGER! The only thing stopping me is myself.
I am looking forward to the next time I go out and run game - I think there's a lot of promise and I may yet get a girl or two in my life very soon.
Last night was a startling discovery; and I'll share with you what I learned in just a moment.
The Club of choice : Empire
The Date: Sunday 17 May 2009 (Long Weekend)
I entered Empire dressed to kill; realizing the moment I walked in, that I may have possibly been too overdressed for the occasion. The club was holding a beach party event, there were amazingly good looking hired guns in bikinis everywhere I turned. It was early, and only myself and two other personal friends were with me; the club had yet to pick up.
The moment I walked in - I was in my element. I large smile crept over my face, and I was having fun, playing volleyball with some of the girls, shooting the shit - and just being social. No real game was run at this point - till JD (who is aware of my alter ego), mentioned that I hadn't open a true set yet. He points me out to one - and without hesitation I walk over and run an opener to get the cobwebs out of the system.
The set went well, and there was potential to make it more than it was; but it was practice and none of the girls had any appeal to me. So I ejected and struck the dance floor and had some fun; till Ron Burgundy appears. Oddly enough I wasn't aware of the guy to girl ratio - for to me, it appeared to me that there were a lot of women, and the guys didn't exist. Which must have added something to my frame of mind - I'm not entirely sure.
I run a quick set while introducing myself and negging the target. The set responded with good energy (4 mixed set), but ran into an awkward pause - and ejected myself (I have to stop doing this). Eventually things took a different route.
I was outside in the smoking pit - waiting for Ron, while running a 2 set.
Charisma: Bonjour!
HB 8: ...
Charisma: Normal people tend to say 'hi' back.
HB 8: *laughs* Hi there!
The conversation sways back and forth and she mentions she came back from a Caribbean cruise, which case I take 3 steps back and look at her with a cocked eyebrow and smile...
Charisma: I'm making a new rule - I'm maintaining a distance of 4 feet from you at all times; you may very well possibly have the swine flu....
HB 8: *shocked and tries to close the distance* I do not! *laughs*
Charisma: *Compensates by taking a step back* Are you always like this?
At this point she's actually chasing me down to get close. I'm am amazed on how well cat-string theory works on sets. You do the opposite of a normal guy - and a girl will want to close that distance.
Her friend finishes her smoke (kinda ignored her...my mistake) and grabs her friend (Brittney by the way) heading back into the club. Which case I run into Ron, who managed to sneak by me without me noticing. He goes to tear up the club running some 'I Mac Ho's' game (which sadly I didn't get to see it in action); and I head off to run my own sets.
I ran into a 2 set on the floor, and chose my target, while the obstacle was doing all she could to dance with me. I managed to laugh and have a good time with them - and was used as a cock block to get ride of chodes who tried to get to with them by grinding behind them. One guy looks at me and says 'You're a lucky son of a bitch'; where I ran Mystery's one-liner 'Hey bro...I'll give you two hundred bucks if you take these girls off me...'
The look on the faces of my set was PRICELESS.
Eventually I had enough of dancing to the side, and took my target (Nicole), and began to run some minor dance game (push-pull) and she was incredibly touchy. I knew the vibe was on.
But this is where I lost my frame. I gave into her; I stopped pushing her away, surrendering myself to the bliss of being with a woman I was heavily attracted to. However, my mind raced back, and I remembered that if I wanted this girl I would have to pull the trigger and try something new.
I held out my arm, motioned for her to come with me; she complies, and I start heading off to an isolation location. 20 feet later....
Nicole: 'Where's Erin?'
Charisma: 'I have no idea, lets look together.'
Nicole: *Checks her phone* 'I'm going to see if she's on the floor' *walks away*
...Damn it.
Later throughout the night, I saw her again, and decided in my head that I wanted her, and I was not going to walk away empty handed; I was going to at least try to get the girl I was attract to. At this point she's dancing on the stage, I walk over to the edge, and motion her with my hand outstretched to come down to me. She shakes her head smiling - and I'm left there looking like a chode.
There's something to be said about having a dominating presence; and I realize now that there is no reason why I should bend to a woman based on her looks alone. I should have shrugged and ran another set - but I was so fixated on what I did wrong - that I took the rejection personally. Oddly enough - I don't regret chasing after her. I think I rather get shot down than wonder the whole night 'what would have happened?' But I promise to carry on this enlightenment into my next set.Light bulbs are clicking in my head, and I just realized - how EASY it is to jump from attraction to comfort. All this time I complicated it; now I know that if I want the girl - all i have to do is get the girl; in other words...PULL THE TRIGGER! The only thing stopping me is myself.
I am looking forward to the next time I go out and run game - I think there's a lot of promise and I may yet get a girl or two in my life very soon.Charisma
The Avatar Appearance:
How I dress, look and react with my body language contributes a lot to how people view me. The whole idea of being peacocky is to stand out the crowd. If I walk around with certain pieces of clothing that will catch people's attention, I need to be comfortable in it. I can't allow myself to second guess/doubt my sense of style.
The style that I am to go after is meant to tell a lot about myself in a 10 second assesstment. I'm sexual, I'm outgoing, unafraid of what the world has to offer me. Bold and unique; a rebel seeking to grasp life by the horns. But if I'm not congruent with that, I'm missing out somewhere. So I realize now that the mocking tones and quick glances are all in my head. I am the designer of my own universe.
Personality upon Approach:
Playful - social. Interested to meet people and making new friends. (worry about hitting on the target after I've engaged the group of people and disarmed them.) I should have the innocent carefree air (which ties strongily to what Matador pushed so hard on me with emotional state at the Mystery Method Bootcamp). But this is only on the approach.
Personality upon Connection:
Now the DHVs need to come in. I need to be able to protray that I am a sexual human being and I don't need to apologize for that. I am confident, a powerful social speaker/story teller. I have to portray my value, my ability to stimulate powerful emotions; drawing people into my life. Making it an honor to be involved. This is the lifestyle I want most!
But most importantily my game flaws in one area, and that's in comfort. I need to be able to create that power of itmacy with a girl, the emotional connection - the hook that makes a girl give you the puppy dog eyed look.
This....is Charisma.
This is who I want to be and who I am.
How I dress, look and react with my body language contributes a lot to how people view me. The whole idea of being peacocky is to stand out the crowd. If I walk around with certain pieces of clothing that will catch people's attention, I need to be comfortable in it. I can't allow myself to second guess/doubt my sense of style.
The style that I am to go after is meant to tell a lot about myself in a 10 second assesstment. I'm sexual, I'm outgoing, unafraid of what the world has to offer me. Bold and unique; a rebel seeking to grasp life by the horns. But if I'm not congruent with that, I'm missing out somewhere. So I realize now that the mocking tones and quick glances are all in my head. I am the designer of my own universe.
Personality upon Approach:
Playful - social. Interested to meet people and making new friends. (worry about hitting on the target after I've engaged the group of people and disarmed them.) I should have the innocent carefree air (which ties strongily to what Matador pushed so hard on me with emotional state at the Mystery Method Bootcamp). But this is only on the approach.
Personality upon Connection:
Now the DHVs need to come in. I need to be able to protray that I am a sexual human being and I don't need to apologize for that. I am confident, a powerful social speaker/story teller. I have to portray my value, my ability to stimulate powerful emotions; drawing people into my life. Making it an honor to be involved. This is the lifestyle I want most!
But most importantily my game flaws in one area, and that's in comfort. I need to be able to create that power of itmacy with a girl, the emotional connection - the hook that makes a girl give you the puppy dog eyed look.
This....is Charisma.
This is who I want to be and who I am.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Chasing The Dream
Tonight has been a breakthrough for me.
I lay back in bed, typing away on my laptop; wondering what went wrong tonight?
My mind is racing frantically - realizing that there are a lot of obstacles overcoming my path. Ranging as far from - the high bitch shields in the city fo Edmonton - to the large oversized community that overcomes my ability to be free and experiment game. How will I overcome these objections. Am I any closer to reaching my main goal in becoming a Master Venusian Artist? Can I devote my life and energy into it - and somehow juggle my friends and family?
I am a standstill. But I think within the next few paragraphs, the answer will come to me. I just need to type out my internal thoughts and find a solution and a way to muster past this obstacle.
So where to begin? I guess the best place would be to start at assessing my goals and figuring out what I want to do, and how to get to it.
The Goal: To Become a Master Venusian Artist/Instructor for Mystery
How to get it:
1) Devote 3-5 days a week to getting out of the house
2) Spend more time writing personal Field Reports and Personal Thoughts. Break down my approaches to a systematic method.
3) Commit my energy to a few selected PUAs - make a personal crew. Each with strengths to draw from. Help them, and they will help me.
4) Leave the PUAedmonton community. The dream of running it, was a fleeting one, and does not appeal to me. I will no longer share my personal experiences with people who have nothing to offer to me.
5) Study MM, review bootcamp notes, pratice pratice pratice.
6) Move to Toronto (which leads to the next goal in a moment here)
The Goal: Be Happy
How to get it:
1) Start with a morning workout routine. It doesn't have to be much - but I need to devote time to get faster, stronger and better. And I can't do that with running to work and heading off to the bar every three seconds. Half card deck should be standard.
2) Eat healthier. Fruits, veggies and protien goes a long way. Take the effort to go and buy what I need. Safeway is around the corner.
3) Tan every day I have off. I like being dark, and it makes me feel good.
4) Find a new job - something that pays me semi decent, and requries me to get more time off. I may take a budget cut - but i need to sort priorities.
5) Keep touch and basis with everyone. Don't need to eat out, but I can at least meet up with friends if theyre out for food.
The Goal: Move to Toronto
How to get it:
1) Pay off my credit cards A.S.A.P
2) Consider finanical advisment - and creat a plan
3) Consult citifinancial for additional loan.
4) Prevent future credit card usage
5) Look for a job that will expand across country
6) Get a driver's license
more to follow.
I lay back in bed, typing away on my laptop; wondering what went wrong tonight?
My mind is racing frantically - realizing that there are a lot of obstacles overcoming my path. Ranging as far from - the high bitch shields in the city fo Edmonton - to the large oversized community that overcomes my ability to be free and experiment game. How will I overcome these objections. Am I any closer to reaching my main goal in becoming a Master Venusian Artist? Can I devote my life and energy into it - and somehow juggle my friends and family?
I am a standstill. But I think within the next few paragraphs, the answer will come to me. I just need to type out my internal thoughts and find a solution and a way to muster past this obstacle.
So where to begin? I guess the best place would be to start at assessing my goals and figuring out what I want to do, and how to get to it.
The Goal: To Become a Master Venusian Artist/Instructor for Mystery
How to get it:
1) Devote 3-5 days a week to getting out of the house
2) Spend more time writing personal Field Reports and Personal Thoughts. Break down my approaches to a systematic method.
3) Commit my energy to a few selected PUAs - make a personal crew. Each with strengths to draw from. Help them, and they will help me.
4) Leave the PUAedmonton community. The dream of running it, was a fleeting one, and does not appeal to me. I will no longer share my personal experiences with people who have nothing to offer to me.
5) Study MM, review bootcamp notes, pratice pratice pratice.
6) Move to Toronto (which leads to the next goal in a moment here)
The Goal: Be Happy
How to get it:
1) Start with a morning workout routine. It doesn't have to be much - but I need to devote time to get faster, stronger and better. And I can't do that with running to work and heading off to the bar every three seconds. Half card deck should be standard.
2) Eat healthier. Fruits, veggies and protien goes a long way. Take the effort to go and buy what I need. Safeway is around the corner.
3) Tan every day I have off. I like being dark, and it makes me feel good.
4) Find a new job - something that pays me semi decent, and requries me to get more time off. I may take a budget cut - but i need to sort priorities.
5) Keep touch and basis with everyone. Don't need to eat out, but I can at least meet up with friends if theyre out for food.
The Goal: Move to Toronto
How to get it:
1) Pay off my credit cards A.S.A.P
2) Consider finanical advisment - and creat a plan
3) Consult citifinancial for additional loan.
4) Prevent future credit card usage
5) Look for a job that will expand across country
6) Get a driver's license
more to follow.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Post on PUAedmonton - deleted
The Game.
It's what we commonly refer it to. Sarging, opening sets, going out and 'mac-in on some hoes'. It's fun, and it's a carefree life with it's definite ups and perks.
But I think somewhere along the line of reading material, watching videos and meeting up with people in the lair; we forgot the whole reason why we got into this.
I can only speak for myself and the people I acquaint myself tightly to; but aren't we in the game to better ourselves? To master the social concepts to get a woman into our lives (and notice how I just didn't say into the bedroom....that's just an added bonus)? To rid ourselves of our doubts and become comfortable in our skin, around and without women?
Gents - what I seen the other day at Rockstars made me sick to my stomach. And I'll explain as to why. When I saw the large group of PUAs hitting on that one lone set; something stuck inside me. It felt at that moment the whole world was slowing down. I saw that woman's body language - arms crossed, chin down, closed off to the world. She was walking alone - meaning something was definitely up.
And the way they all circled her.
'Hey baby - whats up? You like to party?'
That tone....even though it was a quote from a movie and it may have been humorous....it reminded me of the mocking tones when I was a nerdy AFC; where the 'cool' group would mock and haggle me non-stop.
I felt sick to my stomach, and the feelings I was experiencing could be read through her features. And I was sitting more than 20 feet from her! Is this the feeling we want women to experience in our interactions? Is this what being a PUA is all about? Mocking and laughing at them as if they are objects?
I'm not going to lie; that rubbed me the wrong way. We're no longer viewing them as human beings. Don't view them as superiors - of that I agree with - but don't degrade them!
Even if it's for laughter to walk into the next set with a good, healthy, fun, mentality. Don't step on people to get there; it's not necessary.
So what I'm saying is: Stop viewing this as an actual Game. Yes, use that analogy to help you move on when you hit a rough patch, and girls treat you like shit; you can move on. But don't lose value in humanity.
It's what we commonly refer it to. Sarging, opening sets, going out and 'mac-in on some hoes'. It's fun, and it's a carefree life with it's definite ups and perks.
But I think somewhere along the line of reading material, watching videos and meeting up with people in the lair; we forgot the whole reason why we got into this.
I can only speak for myself and the people I acquaint myself tightly to; but aren't we in the game to better ourselves? To master the social concepts to get a woman into our lives (and notice how I just didn't say into the bedroom....that's just an added bonus)? To rid ourselves of our doubts and become comfortable in our skin, around and without women?
Gents - what I seen the other day at Rockstars made me sick to my stomach. And I'll explain as to why. When I saw the large group of PUAs hitting on that one lone set; something stuck inside me. It felt at that moment the whole world was slowing down. I saw that woman's body language - arms crossed, chin down, closed off to the world. She was walking alone - meaning something was definitely up.
And the way they all circled her.
'Hey baby - whats up? You like to party?'
That tone....even though it was a quote from a movie and it may have been humorous....it reminded me of the mocking tones when I was a nerdy AFC; where the 'cool' group would mock and haggle me non-stop.
I felt sick to my stomach, and the feelings I was experiencing could be read through her features. And I was sitting more than 20 feet from her! Is this the feeling we want women to experience in our interactions? Is this what being a PUA is all about? Mocking and laughing at them as if they are objects?
I'm not going to lie; that rubbed me the wrong way. We're no longer viewing them as human beings. Don't view them as superiors - of that I agree with - but don't degrade them!
Even if it's for laughter to walk into the next set with a good, healthy, fun, mentality. Don't step on people to get there; it's not necessary.
So what I'm saying is: Stop viewing this as an actual Game. Yes, use that analogy to help you move on when you hit a rough patch, and girls treat you like shit; you can move on. But don't lose value in humanity.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
What is a Venusian Artist?
A Venusian Artist is a man dedicated to the arts of attraction, comfort and seduction. Notice how all three fields were mentioned; meaning they must all be closely monitored and incorporated into my own personal life if I want to be successful when it comes to bedding and building close relationships with the women I want in my life.
A Venusian Artist isn't just a 'player', but more so of a social artist. He incorporates everything around him, aware of his surroundings and is able to read situations based on certain traits in people such as their energy, body language and tonality. The Venusian Arts is lifestyle - though it should be treated as a glorified hobby. Just as martial arts allows to improve a man's chance to survive, the Venusian Arts allows a man to improve his chances on replicating.
Survival = Replication (The two go hand in hand)
Attraction -> Comfort -> Seduction
A1 - opening
A2 - female to male interest
A3 - male to female interest
C1 - rapport
C2 - connection
C3 - intimacy
S1 - arousal
S2 - last minute resistance
S3 - sex
Who is Charisma?
Charisma is me. It's a word/title/name that identifies all the traits I want to be able to display to people on a regular basis. It's as a result my alter ego.
Chairma's traits:
1) Sexual Tension/Air - ability to be cool and laid back
2) Designer of own Universe - master of own reality and ability to drag people into my world
3) Confident - never having to apologize for anything I do in my life, ability to do something without second guessing myself
4) Loyalty - I put my friends and family first before anything. I can honestly say the feeling is mutual and I am very fortunate to having very close friends like that.
5) Connection - has the ability to bring a woman close to him and break down her and his shields; so that both can have the chance to grow and become more than what they were before the interaction.
What do I want to accomplish within the next couple of weeks?
I want to be able to reach my pshysical peak, and become confident with my entire body, so I can move with grace and ease. Along side that, I want to be able to portray a powerful sense of awe and power when I walk into a room, without making it look 'Try hard'.
I want to be able to meet at least 2 new people within the next month, people who I want to bring into my close network of friends. Aside from that, I want to have the luxery of bringing a woman of my choosing into my reality and create a genuine relationship.
For the wealth portion of my life, I want to be stable in my new condo, and get a phonecall from the government to get an offer for an interview for the position I been fighting to get for the past couple of months. I want to do something more meaningful in my life than work at Futureshop. Even if it means I need to look on my own personal time.
How should I be portraying myself?
Cool, collective, sexual, honest, loyal, playful, non-needy, fascinating, animated/articulant, and comforting individual. <- Officially this is my new emotional matrix.
What are my weaknesses?
Cocky, witty, fumble over own words, minor form of A.D.D, arrogant, eject or make excuses to avoid an interaction, too high energy.
What are my strengths?
Prideful, loyal, animated, ambitious, captivating, alluring, not afraid to speak my mind, loud, knowledgable, improvisational and ability to create close rapport.
A Venusian Artist is a man dedicated to the arts of attraction, comfort and seduction. Notice how all three fields were mentioned; meaning they must all be closely monitored and incorporated into my own personal life if I want to be successful when it comes to bedding and building close relationships with the women I want in my life.
A Venusian Artist isn't just a 'player', but more so of a social artist. He incorporates everything around him, aware of his surroundings and is able to read situations based on certain traits in people such as their energy, body language and tonality. The Venusian Arts is lifestyle - though it should be treated as a glorified hobby. Just as martial arts allows to improve a man's chance to survive, the Venusian Arts allows a man to improve his chances on replicating.
Survival = Replication (The two go hand in hand)
Attraction -> Comfort -> Seduction
A1 - opening
A2 - female to male interest
A3 - male to female interest
C1 - rapport
C2 - connection
C3 - intimacy
S1 - arousal
S2 - last minute resistance
S3 - sex
Who is Charisma?
Charisma is me. It's a word/title/name that identifies all the traits I want to be able to display to people on a regular basis. It's as a result my alter ego.
Chairma's traits:
1) Sexual Tension/Air - ability to be cool and laid back
2) Designer of own Universe - master of own reality and ability to drag people into my world
3) Confident - never having to apologize for anything I do in my life, ability to do something without second guessing myself
4) Loyalty - I put my friends and family first before anything. I can honestly say the feeling is mutual and I am very fortunate to having very close friends like that.
5) Connection - has the ability to bring a woman close to him and break down her and his shields; so that both can have the chance to grow and become more than what they were before the interaction.
What do I want to accomplish within the next couple of weeks?
I want to be able to reach my pshysical peak, and become confident with my entire body, so I can move with grace and ease. Along side that, I want to be able to portray a powerful sense of awe and power when I walk into a room, without making it look 'Try hard'.
I want to be able to meet at least 2 new people within the next month, people who I want to bring into my close network of friends. Aside from that, I want to have the luxery of bringing a woman of my choosing into my reality and create a genuine relationship.
For the wealth portion of my life, I want to be stable in my new condo, and get a phonecall from the government to get an offer for an interview for the position I been fighting to get for the past couple of months. I want to do something more meaningful in my life than work at Futureshop. Even if it means I need to look on my own personal time.
How should I be portraying myself?
Cool, collective, sexual, honest, loyal, playful, non-needy, fascinating, animated/articulant, and comforting individual. <- Officially this is my new emotional matrix.
What are my weaknesses?
Cocky, witty, fumble over own words, minor form of A.D.D, arrogant, eject or make excuses to avoid an interaction, too high energy.
What are my strengths?
Prideful, loyal, animated, ambitious, captivating, alluring, not afraid to speak my mind, loud, knowledgable, improvisational and ability to create close rapport.
Personal Goal for the month of May
1) Focus less on myself in a social interaction and pay more attention on those around me and enjoy their company
2) Work on DHV stories - become a better story teller over all
3) Develop a more sexual air and less of an energetic A.D.D personality (attract the certain type of girls I'm interested in. My attitude and energy highly reflects who comes into my life)
4) Learn how to make more powerful connections with people, so in the event if my target is lost; I still made cool friends in the process
5) Get Day 2's and learn how to master comfort and seduction material
6) Get a passport for future travel
7) Put my thoughts into paper and update personal blog of self journey
8) Get a girl to be close with - not just for sex
9) Fumble less on my words and focus more on eye contact/posture
Those are my personal goals.
2) Work on DHV stories - become a better story teller over all
3) Develop a more sexual air and less of an energetic A.D.D personality (attract the certain type of girls I'm interested in. My attitude and energy highly reflects who comes into my life)
4) Learn how to make more powerful connections with people, so in the event if my target is lost; I still made cool friends in the process
5) Get Day 2's and learn how to master comfort and seduction material
6) Get a passport for future travel
7) Put my thoughts into paper and update personal blog of self journey
8) Get a girl to be close with - not just for sex
9) Fumble less on my words and focus more on eye contact/posture
Those are my personal goals.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Collection of Field Reports
Hey Gents; gonna keep this one short and sweet. I have some plans following morning; but I can't put this field report off any longer. Not to mention I have to record tonight's events as well.
Without further delay...
Date: Saturday 25th of April 2009
Location: Union ~ Whyte Ave
Wings: Saint. Chris VD, Link, TK07, Slyfox
Arrived to Union, and force myself into a set interaction approximately 2 minutes in. I've done enough approaches and gone out with the intention to sarge; to know that if I'm going to focus on sarging, I need to open immediately. Otherwise I'll walk around banging my head, angry that I didn't approach.
The set was lame, and was just an opportunity to get the mouth moving.
The second set, went a lot smoother. I'm out in the smoking pit with TK07, and this two set is adjacent from us - figured she was in my proximity.
C: Hey guys, question for you - where's a good place in Edmonton where people come with the intent to be social?
HB: Blah Blah Blah
C: Cool - for some reason places like this *looks around*tends to have people more on their guard. Bitch shields if you so have it. But you seem to be pretty cool thus far. By the way, I'm Charisma...
HB: Ali - pleasure to meet you -
C: Now introduce me to your friend...
At this point TK07 is running game on my wing; and things are going awesome. We're locked in, leaned back against the fence, and at one point the girls switch positions; clarifying who they're interested in.
Saint comes in and runs the 'hey have you seen...' bit - and realizes that we didn't need an additional wing. We take it from there, playful bantering ensues, and the set walks back into the bar after a 20 min interaction. Rather happy with the results.
Opened a few sets - but nothing worth while recording. Union does have some high bitch shields - but it's fun practice. I don't run into the same problem anywhere else. Helps build the buffer zone.
Which case the 4 of us (excluding Scott and Chris VD), all went to whyte ave to see what the city has aside from the high end clubs - and to throw a change a of scenery. (Union was beginning to become a sausage fest).
We decide to bounce to a small place, which the name escapes me - but it's definately not a place where I'll consider going to again. We eventually bounced away from there, and ended up going to Squires Billard Club - which was set rich like you wouldn't believe. The place was well spaced, packed with people, and the music wasn't overpowering.
Tried pushing Link into a set - but ended up running it myself. The girls were awesome and a pleasure to talk to, and ran some locking in material, and some minor kino (which is my sticking point right now). I even incorporated Link into the set - and it eventually ended on a high note. The target went to go play pool, and it was her turn.
Ran game on a hired gun - who seemed legitimately interested in what I had to say, and she seemed to enjoy my company and ran a few more openers and called it a night.
So key improvements:
Lack of AA
More power in my voice
Willing to lock in
Moving out of my comfort zone and relying less on canned material
Improvements to be made:
Kino Escalating (which is where I lose the girl in Comfort and Day 2...open to tips)
Crash vs ejecting
Night: Thursday 30 April 2009
Location: Iron Horse ~ Bar hopping on Whyte
Wings: Link
Pushed each other to go out; and tonight I found was worth it. Even though we both agreed to stay dry on the wallet (which didn't happen), we would go out and destroy the city. Fueled by ambition and an overwhelming desire for adventure; we sought to explore unknown terrain.
The starting point - Iron Horse.
Rumors were told to me that the bar was sketchy, or it was a Sausage fest. It had come to my realization, that I should make those accusations myself, and even if it was a Sausage Fest - I'm sure most of them would be chodes taking space.
Well, it was a shocker to both me and Link when we realized the place was packed. Some sort of fundraiser was going on in support for a cancer infected student - which I thought was pretty cool. People were incredibly nice and receptive (though it did take me a moment to swallow my AA and approach a set).
Sure enough Link was on his own as well, opening a seated 2 set. He walks up to me and says, 'Hey, we have our own bench now' Cool - let introduce ourselves than!
C: Hey guys, might as well say 'hi'. I'm Charisma
Both respond, very open to the interaction. At this point I'm figuring Link is running game on a target, so I decide to DHV him mentioning he's a photographer - and so on. Girls eat it up like you wouldn't believe.
Eventually Link is talking with the cuter one of the girls, and I decide to keep the other one interested and give her something to do, contribute to the flow of conversation. We have a thumb wrestling match and it gets pretty hard core. Eventually I win, rub it in her face and we have a laugh about it.
Which case I eject myself, seeing I'm no longer needed, and Link follows. It was a practice set for him. It was later we realized we should have either taken the girls to meet and open other sets, or brought sets back to them and have them DHV us.
Run a few more, being cocky and playful, and things are kicking off well. Eventually we change locations after running approx 5 sets each; and run into black dog - which I will admit the scenery is nice - but it was set dry.
We than ran the Attic - which was dead...literally.
And even Philthies had nothing to offer. So we managed to discover what places are kicking on Whtye on a Thursday - which was Hudsons, Iron Horse and Lucky 13. But even they were running a little dry.
After losing motivation, we called it a night - with promising that tomorrow will be another day of opportunities.
Good Key Points:
Winged
DHV story telling
Self pushed to open sets and defeat AA
Things that need improvement:
Backwards and Forwards Merging
Use the people around me and Manipulate a room to my reality
Isolation tactics/techniques.
Till next time - happy gaming!
-Charisma
Without further delay...
Date: Saturday 25th of April 2009
Location: Union ~ Whyte Ave
Wings: Saint. Chris VD, Link, TK07, Slyfox
Arrived to Union, and force myself into a set interaction approximately 2 minutes in. I've done enough approaches and gone out with the intention to sarge; to know that if I'm going to focus on sarging, I need to open immediately. Otherwise I'll walk around banging my head, angry that I didn't approach.
The set was lame, and was just an opportunity to get the mouth moving.
The second set, went a lot smoother. I'm out in the smoking pit with TK07, and this two set is adjacent from us - figured she was in my proximity.
C: Hey guys, question for you - where's a good place in Edmonton where people come with the intent to be social?
HB: Blah Blah Blah
C: Cool - for some reason places like this *looks around*tends to have people more on their guard. Bitch shields if you so have it. But you seem to be pretty cool thus far. By the way, I'm Charisma...
HB: Ali - pleasure to meet you -
C: Now introduce me to your friend...
At this point TK07 is running game on my wing; and things are going awesome. We're locked in, leaned back against the fence, and at one point the girls switch positions; clarifying who they're interested in.
Saint comes in and runs the 'hey have you seen...' bit - and realizes that we didn't need an additional wing. We take it from there, playful bantering ensues, and the set walks back into the bar after a 20 min interaction. Rather happy with the results.
Opened a few sets - but nothing worth while recording. Union does have some high bitch shields - but it's fun practice. I don't run into the same problem anywhere else. Helps build the buffer zone.
Which case the 4 of us (excluding Scott and Chris VD), all went to whyte ave to see what the city has aside from the high end clubs - and to throw a change a of scenery. (Union was beginning to become a sausage fest).
We decide to bounce to a small place, which the name escapes me - but it's definately not a place where I'll consider going to again. We eventually bounced away from there, and ended up going to Squires Billard Club - which was set rich like you wouldn't believe. The place was well spaced, packed with people, and the music wasn't overpowering.
Tried pushing Link into a set - but ended up running it myself. The girls were awesome and a pleasure to talk to, and ran some locking in material, and some minor kino (which is my sticking point right now). I even incorporated Link into the set - and it eventually ended on a high note. The target went to go play pool, and it was her turn.
Ran game on a hired gun - who seemed legitimately interested in what I had to say, and she seemed to enjoy my company and ran a few more openers and called it a night.
So key improvements:
Lack of AA
More power in my voice
Willing to lock in
Moving out of my comfort zone and relying less on canned material
Improvements to be made:
Kino Escalating (which is where I lose the girl in Comfort and Day 2...open to tips)
Crash vs ejecting
Night: Thursday 30 April 2009
Location: Iron Horse ~ Bar hopping on Whyte
Wings: Link
Pushed each other to go out; and tonight I found was worth it. Even though we both agreed to stay dry on the wallet (which didn't happen), we would go out and destroy the city. Fueled by ambition and an overwhelming desire for adventure; we sought to explore unknown terrain.
The starting point - Iron Horse.
Rumors were told to me that the bar was sketchy, or it was a Sausage fest. It had come to my realization, that I should make those accusations myself, and even if it was a Sausage Fest - I'm sure most of them would be chodes taking space.
Well, it was a shocker to both me and Link when we realized the place was packed. Some sort of fundraiser was going on in support for a cancer infected student - which I thought was pretty cool. People were incredibly nice and receptive (though it did take me a moment to swallow my AA and approach a set).
Sure enough Link was on his own as well, opening a seated 2 set. He walks up to me and says, 'Hey, we have our own bench now' Cool - let introduce ourselves than!
C: Hey guys, might as well say 'hi'. I'm Charisma
Both respond, very open to the interaction. At this point I'm figuring Link is running game on a target, so I decide to DHV him mentioning he's a photographer - and so on. Girls eat it up like you wouldn't believe.
Eventually Link is talking with the cuter one of the girls, and I decide to keep the other one interested and give her something to do, contribute to the flow of conversation. We have a thumb wrestling match and it gets pretty hard core. Eventually I win, rub it in her face and we have a laugh about it.
Which case I eject myself, seeing I'm no longer needed, and Link follows. It was a practice set for him. It was later we realized we should have either taken the girls to meet and open other sets, or brought sets back to them and have them DHV us.
Run a few more, being cocky and playful, and things are kicking off well. Eventually we change locations after running approx 5 sets each; and run into black dog - which I will admit the scenery is nice - but it was set dry.
We than ran the Attic - which was dead...literally.
And even Philthies had nothing to offer. So we managed to discover what places are kicking on Whtye on a Thursday - which was Hudsons, Iron Horse and Lucky 13. But even they were running a little dry.
After losing motivation, we called it a night - with promising that tomorrow will be another day of opportunities.
Good Key Points:
Winged
DHV story telling
Self pushed to open sets and defeat AA
Things that need improvement:
Backwards and Forwards Merging
Use the people around me and Manipulate a room to my reality
Isolation tactics/techniques.
Till next time - happy gaming!
-Charisma
Collection of Field Reports
Hey Gents; I know I have been inactive for a long time, and I apologize for that. Some of you may have been aware if you've been 'Sarging' with me in the past couple months that my game had came to a stuttering halt. There were a lot of inner demons that I had to conquer; and after many weeks of self investment (Working out, being social around friends and being spiritual), I feel that I have given myself sufficient value to run decent outer game.
Therefore my foundation of my inner game has finally been poured.
So this Field Report is going to compose of three different nights. Each one with a lesson to teach to exceed in my game. (I can safely say that opening and approaching is no longer my sticking point).
Date: April 4/2009
Location: Rock Stars
Wing(s): Link
Rock Stars....
Unknown territory. Promise of success and adventure; or would this end up being another weekend put to waste? I stare at facebook and my cellphone reading the event/text message from 'D'.
'Hey; we're celebrating a birthday party this weekend. You totally have to come! We're going to rock stars and there's going to be no line and cover. Cake and drinks at my place!'
Was I ready for this? I flipped over my phone and text back, saying I would be there. Impulse action : The night had potential, and at some point I would have to break out of this shell and have fun - or drown in the pool of what is between a PUA and an AFC.
Myself and two close friends of mine, roll up to the buzzer; and the door opens to a friendly, energetic face. My eyes dart across the apartment a something blew me away. There must have been 10-15 people who attended the party; and each one (I shit you not) was drawn back to a wall, separating the guys from the girls. Its what I call the 'Junior High Dance gravitational pull'.
Than something happened. A warm smile crept over my face; a feeling of inner joy over shot my body, and I knew, right than and there:
It was on.
I won't bore you so much on the details; rather than I wasn't acting a Venusian Artist at this point - but as a Social Artist. Greeting everyone, befriending them, connecting; therefore destroying any barrier between them. I was in my element (I love house parties!) and I could tell my friends who came with me, were drawn back. They ended up sitting in the far corner of the couch on the opposite side of the room - as they watch me jump from one group to another.
We eventually bounced the entire group towards Rock Stars, and the night was a foot. It took me a while to find my groove, and I must have ran into at least 12 other PUAs. I saw Wizard from a side glance as I was scoping the place, as he was running isolation/comfort game with a HB 9 (Congrats on solid game by the way); I ran into Echo and Arjun, who than introduced me to their group. In the back of my head I began to panic - there was going to be a lot of competition.
I realized, that at this point, it no longer mattered. There will always be 'competition'. Whether they're chodes, AFCs or PUAs; game will never be handed to you - you need to work for it and truly sell yourself. So I ran a quick practice set to get me into the groove of just talking out loud to a girl (which I found is necessary to warm up and get the ball moving). Than I ran into a new target.
She was one of the girls who showed up to the party, rolling in with a late entrance with a personality of a brick house. It seemed nothing would get through to her at the time. But I realized that was all part of her ‘Bitch Shield’.
After brief introductions with Benim (another PUA), I turn around and walk straight to her with a look of disbelief.
Charisma: 'Hi, you realize that it's incredibly rude to cut someone off in mid conversation.'
Jen: 'What!?'
Charisma: 'I mean, sure we got introductions out of the way, but where does that get you? Nowhere. I left the conversation totally in your hands, and well - *smirk* it totally went downhill from there. So I'm taking over right now.'
Jen: *her eyes light up and the body language changes from close to open*
Charisma: 'Hi...I'm Charisma, and I'm actually French.'
Jen: 'NO WAY! I'm Belgium!'
Charisma: 'Oh god, that means you're a push over right?'
Jen: *shocked*
Charisma: 'Don't mean to bust out the historical facts....'
Jen: 'I LOVE history!'
Charisma: '- and back to me...didn't you guys get walked all over by the Germans in the World Wars....twice?'
- playful bantering from there. We discussed places to travel, what she had going for her other than her looks. Meanwhile, I'm locking in - without even thinking about it, and me and this girl and really connecting. That is....until I get cocked blocked by Benim. (I know it wasn't intentional)
Benim: 'Hey, so how do you guys know each other?'
...
He steps into my set - and now when I think about it, I should have totally AMOGed him for coming into my set without my invitation. I didn't need a wing, I was isolated with my set already. So instead I exchange greetings, and he kinda takes it from there. I go to search my friends and end up losing Jen in the process.
But, Link introduced me to this other 2 set of gorgeous women. (one was a 9.5 in my books. Tattoos, piercing, black hair....oh, did I mention she was a Suicide Girl?)
Nothing really to note for the conversation at the bar, but Link was able to bounce the girls back to his place to a 'sauna party' (best thing ever by the way). At this point I did run into my target again, and number closed her – trying to bounce her with us, but that never fell through.
Back at Link’s place, we’re both running game, having a few drinks and laughs. Telling stories and having a overall good time. At one point, I’m in my underwear coming out of the homemade sauna, feeling more confident than I’ve been in a long time. The interaction taught me an important lesson: That I don’t need props or tools to do well in a set. I am now comfortable with my body, spirit and mind; that I can run game on a girl who I consider almost to be a fucken 10 – in my underwear!!!!!
They turned out to be pretty cool people, and though I didn’t walk away with a close, I at least made two new cool female friends. Who now; I can easily incorporate into new DHV stories.
Date: April 10/2009
Location: Empire
Wing(s): Saint and Shelagh (pivot)
I won’t go into over abundant detail; other what I considered to be noted in this Field Report. I’m running short on time, so I apologize.
We head off to Empire to celebrate Vic’s success as a Bartender – wicked job and mad props for the invite; and as a result we had instant access to VIP. I ran a set in the first 4 minutes I was in the club – which was dead to begin with, since we just arrived at approx 10pm; so things we’re slowly picking up.
Ran the black nails opener; and was able to run a little bit of story telling. The 2 set was seated, and I needed to lock in, but never crossed my mind, till I walked away from it. But the energy in my body was fuelling me, with a minor success to back it up.
We head back to VIP after scoping the floor, where one of my friends introduced us to a birthday party – the girls seemed uninterested and not very attentive. I almost attacked myself again, blaming the situation on myself; when suddenly I noted to come back to this set and re-run it again and leave on somewhat of a high note.
Later throughout the night, Shelagh was hinting she wanted to interact and mingle with people. So I tell her to walk with me, arm and arm, back to the birthday set and I began taking control of it.
Charisma: Okay guys, on first impression, you’re introductions kinda sucked. So we’re doing this again. I’m Charisma by the way – pleasure to meet all of you, and this is Shelagh – one of the coolest people I know.
The set blows open – and I’m juggling a 4 set standing up and out of the group I select a target.
Charisma: Hey, let me see your hands for a second. Good girl. Now stand up – I’m going to show you something cool….*spins and takes her place on her seat*. Haha, I totally stole your seat!
HB 8.5: I would have given it to you if you asked! *laughing*
Charisma: Wow! Really? You get plus 5 cool points for generosity! *hugs*
Things were going well, and though I was somewhat stuttering, I was ploughing through, since I was locked in – and I didn’t want to walk away empty handed. Than Saint pulled up…
Normally, I would have needed his assistance; but the problem was my 4 set changed to a 2 set, and I already had Shelagh as a wing. I didn’t need another one. So that move threw me off. I know he had the best intention and he was trying to add value to my character – but I wanted to take that opportunity just before he got in, to run some kino. I probably still could have, but I got nervous since normally I don’t get this far in a set.
As a result I ejected, and somewhat disappointed that I left, I was happy to see that my game has been moving forward – especially after a three weeks (if not more) dry spell of not opening or approaching.
Specifically for wings: Run the ‘Hey have you seen – person - ?’ line. We’ll flag you in if we need you; but that comes with practice, and I do appreciate the help guys. I really do. Just let me fly solo sometimes ^_-.
Other than that, there really wasn’t anything else I can record that really made a dramatic impact on me.
Date: April 11/2008
Location: The Bank
Wing(s): None…This is where I would needed one.
Text message, after text message, phone call – and another text…
‘Are you here yet?!’ It’s Connie; and she’s getting anxious.
I laugh to myself on the LRT, making my way towards the bar. It has gotten to the point where in my social circles; people rely on me to bring interest to the night, and I’m not one to disappoint.
I arrive at the bank; and I see Connie with one of her female friends who’s an attractive woman. I looked at Connie – and though she’s dramatically shorter than me, she’s looking incredibly good tonight.
I walk in, making a late and dramatic entrance. I walk towards the group and she stares at me for a second with nothing to offer, so I hold my arms up for a hug, and she walks towards me with a smile, and suddenly I spin around and hug her friend and introduce myself. She stands there shocked, and I laugh and pull her into a tight embrace.
Charisma : Haha, hey kiddo! I missed you!
I introduce them to my other two friends, and we’re shooting the shit for a while, but it’s mainly me and Connie who are keeping the conversation alive. Every time I focused the conversation towards one of my friends, she would try to grab my attention. Eventually I’m running minor routines to keep the interaction fresh and interesting and we bounce downstairs to get away from everyone; fortunately we find a table in the corner.
After a few minutes she tells me directly, ‘I’m single, I can now do whatever I want!’ As she grins mischievously towards me.
…Did not see that coming.
She beckons I take a seat next to her and we’re vibing incredibly well, as JD tries to keep her friend occupied. Eventually the two go for a smoke, and she stays sitting on my lap for a second and smiles as he hops merrily after her friend.
My friends look at me. Each with a cocked eyebrow.
So it wasn’t my imagination….
They look around the bar and their energy is low and they all decide to leave. Normally I have the bros – before hos mentality (why do I have a feeling Ron is laughing right now?); but they’re pushing me to stay.
The girls come up and are destroyed that we’re leaving and Connie walks away disappointed.
…IMPULSE ACTION…
I reach in my wallet pull a 20 for my bros, since they didn’t have cash on them for a cab, and I walk towards the girls, tapping her on the shoulder. She stares in disbelief.
Things would have escalated from there, we went outside to the smoking pit and was able to open her friend and we were laughing exchanging stories – threw in some DHVs. It seemed they got quiet when I was talking – I enjoyed that.
But I couldn’t kino escalate…I couldn’t isolate. Because it was a 2 set.
…It struck me. I was cocked blocked by the friend; and now I needed a wing more than ever.
But even though the situation didn’t go the way I planned, I feel as if something could come out of this; she’s a super cutie/hottie, and I love the way we vibe. Now I’m going to have to play this by ear and give the illusion of chase (since I’ve heard stories guys chase her, and frankly I don’t want to be one of those guys.)
We leave at the end of the night – having a blast nonetheless, and I beckoned for her to kiss my cheek – and both girls agree at the same time and kiss me on opposite ends. I wave good bye and jump in the cab, smiling to myself on the way home.
…It’s starting to click.
Therefore my foundation of my inner game has finally been poured.
So this Field Report is going to compose of three different nights. Each one with a lesson to teach to exceed in my game. (I can safely say that opening and approaching is no longer my sticking point).
Date: April 4/2009
Location: Rock Stars
Wing(s): Link
Rock Stars....
Unknown territory. Promise of success and adventure; or would this end up being another weekend put to waste? I stare at facebook and my cellphone reading the event/text message from 'D'.
'Hey; we're celebrating a birthday party this weekend. You totally have to come! We're going to rock stars and there's going to be no line and cover. Cake and drinks at my place!'
Was I ready for this? I flipped over my phone and text back, saying I would be there. Impulse action : The night had potential, and at some point I would have to break out of this shell and have fun - or drown in the pool of what is between a PUA and an AFC.
Myself and two close friends of mine, roll up to the buzzer; and the door opens to a friendly, energetic face. My eyes dart across the apartment a something blew me away. There must have been 10-15 people who attended the party; and each one (I shit you not) was drawn back to a wall, separating the guys from the girls. Its what I call the 'Junior High Dance gravitational pull'.
Than something happened. A warm smile crept over my face; a feeling of inner joy over shot my body, and I knew, right than and there:
It was on.
I won't bore you so much on the details; rather than I wasn't acting a Venusian Artist at this point - but as a Social Artist. Greeting everyone, befriending them, connecting; therefore destroying any barrier between them. I was in my element (I love house parties!) and I could tell my friends who came with me, were drawn back. They ended up sitting in the far corner of the couch on the opposite side of the room - as they watch me jump from one group to another.
We eventually bounced the entire group towards Rock Stars, and the night was a foot. It took me a while to find my groove, and I must have ran into at least 12 other PUAs. I saw Wizard from a side glance as I was scoping the place, as he was running isolation/comfort game with a HB 9 (Congrats on solid game by the way); I ran into Echo and Arjun, who than introduced me to their group. In the back of my head I began to panic - there was going to be a lot of competition.
I realized, that at this point, it no longer mattered. There will always be 'competition'. Whether they're chodes, AFCs or PUAs; game will never be handed to you - you need to work for it and truly sell yourself. So I ran a quick practice set to get me into the groove of just talking out loud to a girl (which I found is necessary to warm up and get the ball moving). Than I ran into a new target.
She was one of the girls who showed up to the party, rolling in with a late entrance with a personality of a brick house. It seemed nothing would get through to her at the time. But I realized that was all part of her ‘Bitch Shield’.
After brief introductions with Benim (another PUA), I turn around and walk straight to her with a look of disbelief.
Charisma: 'Hi, you realize that it's incredibly rude to cut someone off in mid conversation.'
Jen: 'What!?'
Charisma: 'I mean, sure we got introductions out of the way, but where does that get you? Nowhere. I left the conversation totally in your hands, and well - *smirk* it totally went downhill from there. So I'm taking over right now.'
Jen: *her eyes light up and the body language changes from close to open*
Charisma: 'Hi...I'm Charisma, and I'm actually French.'
Jen: 'NO WAY! I'm Belgium!'
Charisma: 'Oh god, that means you're a push over right?'
Jen: *shocked*
Charisma: 'Don't mean to bust out the historical facts....'
Jen: 'I LOVE history!'
Charisma: '- and back to me...didn't you guys get walked all over by the Germans in the World Wars....twice?'
- playful bantering from there. We discussed places to travel, what she had going for her other than her looks. Meanwhile, I'm locking in - without even thinking about it, and me and this girl and really connecting. That is....until I get cocked blocked by Benim. (I know it wasn't intentional)
Benim: 'Hey, so how do you guys know each other?'
...
He steps into my set - and now when I think about it, I should have totally AMOGed him for coming into my set without my invitation. I didn't need a wing, I was isolated with my set already. So instead I exchange greetings, and he kinda takes it from there. I go to search my friends and end up losing Jen in the process.
But, Link introduced me to this other 2 set of gorgeous women. (one was a 9.5 in my books. Tattoos, piercing, black hair....oh, did I mention she was a Suicide Girl?)
Nothing really to note for the conversation at the bar, but Link was able to bounce the girls back to his place to a 'sauna party' (best thing ever by the way). At this point I did run into my target again, and number closed her – trying to bounce her with us, but that never fell through.
Back at Link’s place, we’re both running game, having a few drinks and laughs. Telling stories and having a overall good time. At one point, I’m in my underwear coming out of the homemade sauna, feeling more confident than I’ve been in a long time. The interaction taught me an important lesson: That I don’t need props or tools to do well in a set. I am now comfortable with my body, spirit and mind; that I can run game on a girl who I consider almost to be a fucken 10 – in my underwear!!!!!
They turned out to be pretty cool people, and though I didn’t walk away with a close, I at least made two new cool female friends. Who now; I can easily incorporate into new DHV stories.
Date: April 10/2009
Location: Empire
Wing(s): Saint and Shelagh (pivot)
I won’t go into over abundant detail; other what I considered to be noted in this Field Report. I’m running short on time, so I apologize.
We head off to Empire to celebrate Vic’s success as a Bartender – wicked job and mad props for the invite; and as a result we had instant access to VIP. I ran a set in the first 4 minutes I was in the club – which was dead to begin with, since we just arrived at approx 10pm; so things we’re slowly picking up.
Ran the black nails opener; and was able to run a little bit of story telling. The 2 set was seated, and I needed to lock in, but never crossed my mind, till I walked away from it. But the energy in my body was fuelling me, with a minor success to back it up.
We head back to VIP after scoping the floor, where one of my friends introduced us to a birthday party – the girls seemed uninterested and not very attentive. I almost attacked myself again, blaming the situation on myself; when suddenly I noted to come back to this set and re-run it again and leave on somewhat of a high note.
Later throughout the night, Shelagh was hinting she wanted to interact and mingle with people. So I tell her to walk with me, arm and arm, back to the birthday set and I began taking control of it.
Charisma: Okay guys, on first impression, you’re introductions kinda sucked. So we’re doing this again. I’m Charisma by the way – pleasure to meet all of you, and this is Shelagh – one of the coolest people I know.
The set blows open – and I’m juggling a 4 set standing up and out of the group I select a target.
Charisma: Hey, let me see your hands for a second. Good girl. Now stand up – I’m going to show you something cool….*spins and takes her place on her seat*. Haha, I totally stole your seat!
HB 8.5: I would have given it to you if you asked! *laughing*
Charisma: Wow! Really? You get plus 5 cool points for generosity! *hugs*
Things were going well, and though I was somewhat stuttering, I was ploughing through, since I was locked in – and I didn’t want to walk away empty handed. Than Saint pulled up…
Normally, I would have needed his assistance; but the problem was my 4 set changed to a 2 set, and I already had Shelagh as a wing. I didn’t need another one. So that move threw me off. I know he had the best intention and he was trying to add value to my character – but I wanted to take that opportunity just before he got in, to run some kino. I probably still could have, but I got nervous since normally I don’t get this far in a set.
As a result I ejected, and somewhat disappointed that I left, I was happy to see that my game has been moving forward – especially after a three weeks (if not more) dry spell of not opening or approaching.
Specifically for wings: Run the ‘Hey have you seen – person - ?’ line. We’ll flag you in if we need you; but that comes with practice, and I do appreciate the help guys. I really do. Just let me fly solo sometimes ^_-.
Other than that, there really wasn’t anything else I can record that really made a dramatic impact on me.
Date: April 11/2008
Location: The Bank
Wing(s): None…This is where I would needed one.
Text message, after text message, phone call – and another text…
‘Are you here yet?!’ It’s Connie; and she’s getting anxious.
I laugh to myself on the LRT, making my way towards the bar. It has gotten to the point where in my social circles; people rely on me to bring interest to the night, and I’m not one to disappoint.
I arrive at the bank; and I see Connie with one of her female friends who’s an attractive woman. I looked at Connie – and though she’s dramatically shorter than me, she’s looking incredibly good tonight.
I walk in, making a late and dramatic entrance. I walk towards the group and she stares at me for a second with nothing to offer, so I hold my arms up for a hug, and she walks towards me with a smile, and suddenly I spin around and hug her friend and introduce myself. She stands there shocked, and I laugh and pull her into a tight embrace.
Charisma : Haha, hey kiddo! I missed you!
I introduce them to my other two friends, and we’re shooting the shit for a while, but it’s mainly me and Connie who are keeping the conversation alive. Every time I focused the conversation towards one of my friends, she would try to grab my attention. Eventually I’m running minor routines to keep the interaction fresh and interesting and we bounce downstairs to get away from everyone; fortunately we find a table in the corner.
After a few minutes she tells me directly, ‘I’m single, I can now do whatever I want!’ As she grins mischievously towards me.
…Did not see that coming.
She beckons I take a seat next to her and we’re vibing incredibly well, as JD tries to keep her friend occupied. Eventually the two go for a smoke, and she stays sitting on my lap for a second and smiles as he hops merrily after her friend.
My friends look at me. Each with a cocked eyebrow.
So it wasn’t my imagination….
They look around the bar and their energy is low and they all decide to leave. Normally I have the bros – before hos mentality (why do I have a feeling Ron is laughing right now?); but they’re pushing me to stay.
The girls come up and are destroyed that we’re leaving and Connie walks away disappointed.
…IMPULSE ACTION…
I reach in my wallet pull a 20 for my bros, since they didn’t have cash on them for a cab, and I walk towards the girls, tapping her on the shoulder. She stares in disbelief.
Things would have escalated from there, we went outside to the smoking pit and was able to open her friend and we were laughing exchanging stories – threw in some DHVs. It seemed they got quiet when I was talking – I enjoyed that.
But I couldn’t kino escalate…I couldn’t isolate. Because it was a 2 set.
…It struck me. I was cocked blocked by the friend; and now I needed a wing more than ever.
But even though the situation didn’t go the way I planned, I feel as if something could come out of this; she’s a super cutie/hottie, and I love the way we vibe. Now I’m going to have to play this by ear and give the illusion of chase (since I’ve heard stories guys chase her, and frankly I don’t want to be one of those guys.)
We leave at the end of the night – having a blast nonetheless, and I beckoned for her to kiss my cheek – and both girls agree at the same time and kiss me on opposite ends. I wave good bye and jump in the cab, smiling to myself on the way home.
…It’s starting to click.
Collection of Field Reports
I'm sitting at the end of the couch, starring at some familiar faces and some new ones. The room is tightly packed with Future Pickup Artists, the energy is high, my ears attentive to what Monkey was presenting during the meeting. Laughter fills the room and it is a good time to be held by all, with tons of promise and information to be passed on.
Light bulb after light bulb! Even after my bootcamp in Toronto; I still find there's so much more to digest, so much more that I need to absorb and put into my daily life. And I can feel my mind racing - throwing in what advice I have based on my own personal experience. I live for this - social interactions, is truly my calling. I know...I want to do this for a living.
So we all break into separate groups. Myself, Saint and Karma break into one group, scouring the Whyte Avenue Night life, while the rest of the crew (of what seemed like easily 20 different PUAs) head towards Union. At this point I'm getting bored of that bar - the same music, the same vibe - and I thirst for something different. So we jump in our vehicles after pumping our energy states to a new level and collecting some new numbers (Number closed y'all!
) and we head towards Suite 69.
The night life on Whyte really isn't what it's cracked to be on a Thursday night, but we still managed to make the best of it. I walk in, eyeing two sets the first moment I walk in (the only two sets), which I spend no time hesitating. I approach a 2 set:
Charisma: "Hey guys; whats you're first impression of black nails?'
Set: Responds
Charisma: 'Okay, Get this! Me and my friends got suit up for new city; which we totally played the part to the extreme! Eye linear, black nail polish, the whole works. We'll we get on the elevator going down from my place; and this old lady gets on and stares at me accusingly and says...Are you like a Satan worshiper?! Which case, me being the lovable smart ass I am respond....We'll we are going down aren't we?' Which case the laugh and get energetic. Than with my head over the shoulder as if forgetting something, and ask about the night life on a Thursday.
Hb Target : 'There's not much for Night life on a Thursday unfortunately...' hands us a ticket for Suite 69 promotion and just realized I was running Hired Guns.
We than headed off to Wolly's, and ran another set, where I managed to lock in successfully and run the best friend's test. They seemed to respond rather well, and I was getting some IOI's from the one girl (this set was more for practice, than for actual gaming worth...but being social!) and we laugh and fluff for a bit.
We than head to Houstons to try our luck, only to be drastically disappointed. Saint than runs a 5 seated set, and I run game on the waitress as she comes by.
HiredGun: Can I get you anything?
Charisma: Nah - we're good for now, but since you're here, I'm going to get your input on something. See my friend right there? *points at Saint* We're having this debate about who lies more....men or women? He's so heavily focused it's women, and I think it's men. (go into root and have fun with the waitress)
HiredGun: Haha, well it really depends on the person...
Charisma: Well, I think I should let you do your thing for a while, don't want your boss to be all in your face, haha.
HiredGun: Ya, haha (sarcastic) It's so busy right now! (she than walks off)
Later on we than stop by Union to meet up with some of the boys, and it was a good experience; but not really much to comment on. Ran a few openers, befriended one girl and was very animated and we got along pretty well (PUA female friend). But as for locking in wise, kino, or even sets that stood out in my mind, were few at best. I managed to still leave with a healthy mind set, knowing fair well I did excellent and managed to have one good lock in and blew some minor issues I had with my mentality.
I will admit this, having 20 PUAs in one bar, was perhaps the most intimidating thing of all. I saw my sets I wanted to open, approached again and again and again. By the time I had a chance, the sets would barely respond, but thanks to a gambit that Saint taught me (*snaps fingers* 'Hey...party is over here...Jesus Christ!') allowed me to press through the rough patches and allow me to hold my own for a bit and deal with ADD crazy girls.
But it was a good night, and I had alot of fun - and looking forward to Stripper Game tomorrow...Which should prove interesting.
Wish me luck!
Set comes to an end.
Light bulb after light bulb! Even after my bootcamp in Toronto; I still find there's so much more to digest, so much more that I need to absorb and put into my daily life. And I can feel my mind racing - throwing in what advice I have based on my own personal experience. I live for this - social interactions, is truly my calling. I know...I want to do this for a living.
So we all break into separate groups. Myself, Saint and Karma break into one group, scouring the Whyte Avenue Night life, while the rest of the crew (of what seemed like easily 20 different PUAs) head towards Union. At this point I'm getting bored of that bar - the same music, the same vibe - and I thirst for something different. So we jump in our vehicles after pumping our energy states to a new level and collecting some new numbers (Number closed y'all!
) and we head towards Suite 69. The night life on Whyte really isn't what it's cracked to be on a Thursday night, but we still managed to make the best of it. I walk in, eyeing two sets the first moment I walk in (the only two sets), which I spend no time hesitating. I approach a 2 set:
Charisma: "Hey guys; whats you're first impression of black nails?'
Set: Responds
Charisma: 'Okay, Get this! Me and my friends got suit up for new city; which we totally played the part to the extreme! Eye linear, black nail polish, the whole works. We'll we get on the elevator going down from my place; and this old lady gets on and stares at me accusingly and says...Are you like a Satan worshiper?! Which case, me being the lovable smart ass I am respond....We'll we are going down aren't we?' Which case the laugh and get energetic. Than with my head over the shoulder as if forgetting something, and ask about the night life on a Thursday.
Hb Target : 'There's not much for Night life on a Thursday unfortunately...' hands us a ticket for Suite 69 promotion and just realized I was running Hired Guns.
We than headed off to Wolly's, and ran another set, where I managed to lock in successfully and run the best friend's test. They seemed to respond rather well, and I was getting some IOI's from the one girl (this set was more for practice, than for actual gaming worth...but being social!) and we laugh and fluff for a bit.
We than head to Houstons to try our luck, only to be drastically disappointed. Saint than runs a 5 seated set, and I run game on the waitress as she comes by.
HiredGun: Can I get you anything?
Charisma: Nah - we're good for now, but since you're here, I'm going to get your input on something. See my friend right there? *points at Saint* We're having this debate about who lies more....men or women? He's so heavily focused it's women, and I think it's men. (go into root and have fun with the waitress)
HiredGun: Haha, well it really depends on the person...
Charisma: Well, I think I should let you do your thing for a while, don't want your boss to be all in your face, haha.
HiredGun: Ya, haha (sarcastic) It's so busy right now! (she than walks off)
Later on we than stop by Union to meet up with some of the boys, and it was a good experience; but not really much to comment on. Ran a few openers, befriended one girl and was very animated and we got along pretty well (PUA female friend). But as for locking in wise, kino, or even sets that stood out in my mind, were few at best. I managed to still leave with a healthy mind set, knowing fair well I did excellent and managed to have one good lock in and blew some minor issues I had with my mentality.
I will admit this, having 20 PUAs in one bar, was perhaps the most intimidating thing of all. I saw my sets I wanted to open, approached again and again and again. By the time I had a chance, the sets would barely respond, but thanks to a gambit that Saint taught me (*snaps fingers* 'Hey...party is over here...Jesus Christ!') allowed me to press through the rough patches and allow me to hold my own for a bit and deal with ADD crazy girls.
But it was a good night, and I had alot of fun - and looking forward to Stripper Game tomorrow...Which should prove interesting.
Wish me luck!
Set comes to an end.
Collection of Field Reports
4real really inspired me to write this down in the FR section.
So my background story is as follows:
I head off to Cook County Saloon down on whyte avenue to meet up with a close friend of mine who left to go to Brazil for some missionary objective; rock on for her. So we celebrated her going away party by being social and blasting the dance floor into tiny little pieces. Well - during this time I was opening a few sets, being sociable and fun; winging with my roommate of all people (who always hated The Game; yes, I am open about it - but we seem to flow off well with each other, and he even admitted it changed me in a lot of ways), were the center of attention that night.
During this time I met Caitlin, who was part of the group I was partying with, and exchanged minor greetings. (there was a big group of us of at least 14 people). Now I didn't run any initial game on her. Which led me to be surprised the following day when she messaged me over facebook - admitting she was severely attracted to me. (I would like to point out this was my roommate's girl of choice he wanted to approach....ha ha...Game doesn't work my ass).
So we shot the shit for a while, exchanged numbers, did some playful bantering and made plans to go out to the Olive Garden as a day 2.
We really connected very well, and had a lot of fun that night - even getting a table to join us in a short conversation of playful nature before we left. To me this was a DHV in my favor; cause now she can see that I'm socially acquainted. We than decide to make plans for a Day 3 at her place to watch some old classic Disney Movies (Aladdin baby!).
Now this is where things start getting weird.
I meet her folks (found out she lives with her folks), who we're pretty cool, but at the sometime border line of awkward. I felt slightly uncomfortable in their basement with my girl in my arms, and after a while we start talking about small things (bantering and cocky one liners didn't work well in my favor...I over used them) Eventually I felt this need to kiss her. I knew if I didn't, I would quickly be thrown into the friend zone - past experience has shown me otherwise.
So I ran the 'Do you want to kiss me?' routine; which led to loss of the moment, cause it threw her off. So I wasn't able to close that 6 inch gap. Than she drove me back to my place, and I knew - if I didn't close the gap here and now - it would be game over. So I made the move - which led to two pecks.
Then we went out to new city - which led to a night that was lame and boring, but we managed to have fun outside for 45 minutes, before we all went our separate ways. I did however, manage to make out a little bit with my girl - but there seemed to lack a little bit of a spark; at the time I didn't realize it.
Last night we wanted to do something, and we ended up going for some hot apple cider at Second Cup - trying to change the location with the girl, and do some bouncing (which is where I think I failed the most). Showed her some of my vulnerable side, was more cool and collected, and ran some minor kino hand holding. Went well I thought, until we got back to my place.
Where a movie was put in the entire time (and I have a reputation of not watching movies the whole way through with a girl - indicator number 2) and barely any contact. So as she left for the end of the day, having work following later that morning; i offered to walk her to the door downstairs of my apartment. Which came the next move that was either going to make or break the interaction:
I was talking with Saint, about my sticking points and situation, and we ended up talking about going 'caveman'. He recalled a part in The Game where some Master PUA would take girls by the throat out of the blue - and hit them against the wall, let go and make out with them right than and there. And it had come to my attention I'm not bold enough, and Matador was trying to tell me this in Toronto. So while we were going down the elevator, I tried pulling this move; which didn't go well. It was one of her zones on her body that threw up her defenses (of course it would...damn it). So it led me to fall back apologizing, lost in what I should do next, and said goodbye to her.
As I was hitting the elevator button to go back up, she jammed the door, and made out with me - which threw me further into the loop (what is with this girl?!?!), and I was thrown back in confusion. She than practically skipped out of the door, and I was left hold the door open in blank bewilderment. At this point I figured things were finally picking up; till just a moment ago through writing this FR, something happened.
I received a text stating : 'i was thinking about it alot last night, and i really wish there was more between us, but don't feel it
' Which I can agree with, since I didn't feel that 'moment' that chemistry that really bonds two people together - which is oddly the same problem that 4real has with his target right now. So to me, I don't think this will be the last time we'll see this situation again.
So I knew it was Game Over, and she stated she still wants to be friends, as cliche as that sounds. Which is fine in my books, because I'm not entirely disappointed or angry, because I know I at least tried to make a difference. And from the interaction I had with her; I managed to grow a little bit more as a human being, and I don't regret anything I've done.
Would I have done it different? Of course, but for now, I have to re-focus on my theory, since I haven't read or touched any for a long period of time.
So back into the Game; sticking a quarter in and start back at Level 1 - it's time to beat the all time high score...
PS
I would appreciate the feedback and references you can pass on. I need some help boys/girl, lets see what we can do with our heads put together to rid of the 'Too Gamey' approach I have when opening sets, and my stuttering stops when escalating kino.
So my background story is as follows:
I head off to Cook County Saloon down on whyte avenue to meet up with a close friend of mine who left to go to Brazil for some missionary objective; rock on for her. So we celebrated her going away party by being social and blasting the dance floor into tiny little pieces. Well - during this time I was opening a few sets, being sociable and fun; winging with my roommate of all people (who always hated The Game; yes, I am open about it - but we seem to flow off well with each other, and he even admitted it changed me in a lot of ways), were the center of attention that night.
During this time I met Caitlin, who was part of the group I was partying with, and exchanged minor greetings. (there was a big group of us of at least 14 people). Now I didn't run any initial game on her. Which led me to be surprised the following day when she messaged me over facebook - admitting she was severely attracted to me. (I would like to point out this was my roommate's girl of choice he wanted to approach....ha ha...Game doesn't work my ass).
So we shot the shit for a while, exchanged numbers, did some playful bantering and made plans to go out to the Olive Garden as a day 2.
We really connected very well, and had a lot of fun that night - even getting a table to join us in a short conversation of playful nature before we left. To me this was a DHV in my favor; cause now she can see that I'm socially acquainted. We than decide to make plans for a Day 3 at her place to watch some old classic Disney Movies (Aladdin baby!).
Now this is where things start getting weird.
I meet her folks (found out she lives with her folks), who we're pretty cool, but at the sometime border line of awkward. I felt slightly uncomfortable in their basement with my girl in my arms, and after a while we start talking about small things (bantering and cocky one liners didn't work well in my favor...I over used them) Eventually I felt this need to kiss her. I knew if I didn't, I would quickly be thrown into the friend zone - past experience has shown me otherwise.
So I ran the 'Do you want to kiss me?' routine; which led to loss of the moment, cause it threw her off. So I wasn't able to close that 6 inch gap. Than she drove me back to my place, and I knew - if I didn't close the gap here and now - it would be game over. So I made the move - which led to two pecks.
Then we went out to new city - which led to a night that was lame and boring, but we managed to have fun outside for 45 minutes, before we all went our separate ways. I did however, manage to make out a little bit with my girl - but there seemed to lack a little bit of a spark; at the time I didn't realize it.
Last night we wanted to do something, and we ended up going for some hot apple cider at Second Cup - trying to change the location with the girl, and do some bouncing (which is where I think I failed the most). Showed her some of my vulnerable side, was more cool and collected, and ran some minor kino hand holding. Went well I thought, until we got back to my place.
Where a movie was put in the entire time (and I have a reputation of not watching movies the whole way through with a girl - indicator number 2) and barely any contact. So as she left for the end of the day, having work following later that morning; i offered to walk her to the door downstairs of my apartment. Which came the next move that was either going to make or break the interaction:
I was talking with Saint, about my sticking points and situation, and we ended up talking about going 'caveman'. He recalled a part in The Game where some Master PUA would take girls by the throat out of the blue - and hit them against the wall, let go and make out with them right than and there. And it had come to my attention I'm not bold enough, and Matador was trying to tell me this in Toronto. So while we were going down the elevator, I tried pulling this move; which didn't go well. It was one of her zones on her body that threw up her defenses (of course it would...damn it). So it led me to fall back apologizing, lost in what I should do next, and said goodbye to her.
As I was hitting the elevator button to go back up, she jammed the door, and made out with me - which threw me further into the loop (what is with this girl?!?!), and I was thrown back in confusion. She than practically skipped out of the door, and I was left hold the door open in blank bewilderment. At this point I figured things were finally picking up; till just a moment ago through writing this FR, something happened.
I received a text stating : 'i was thinking about it alot last night, and i really wish there was more between us, but don't feel it
' Which I can agree with, since I didn't feel that 'moment' that chemistry that really bonds two people together - which is oddly the same problem that 4real has with his target right now. So to me, I don't think this will be the last time we'll see this situation again.So I knew it was Game Over, and she stated she still wants to be friends, as cliche as that sounds. Which is fine in my books, because I'm not entirely disappointed or angry, because I know I at least tried to make a difference. And from the interaction I had with her; I managed to grow a little bit more as a human being, and I don't regret anything I've done.
Would I have done it different? Of course, but for now, I have to re-focus on my theory, since I haven't read or touched any for a long period of time.
So back into the Game; sticking a quarter in and start back at Level 1 - it's time to beat the all time high score...
PS
I would appreciate the feedback and references you can pass on. I need some help boys/girl, lets see what we can do with our heads put together to rid of the 'Too Gamey' approach I have when opening sets, and my stuttering stops when escalating kino.
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