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
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