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?

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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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.