THE FORUMS
Monday 25 January 2010
So yesterday I did nothing. Twas good. Called some numbers, no pick ups at all. German girl text back. See if I can get on that.
Action times today. I'm loving this shit. I'm taking constant action - my focus is not results, but is consistancy of action - regardless of outcome.
Daygame times. Into Oxford Street after work. I hit up a bookstore. Its 5 floors and there is fucking nothing. Guys, and old girls. I spent an hour there and I saw nothing.
I go out onto the streets and walk past some blonde girl standing outside the tube. I ask her for directions to Starbucks. I shake her hand and we name swop, continue chatting. I gather she is waiting for a guy so I bail. A little bit silly, I need to continue the process regardless. Make going for the close a habit.
I actually go for an expresso to wake myself up. Theres a couple of sets in Starbucks but I don't approach. Hmmm. I spend a lot of time pre-approach thinking about an opener. I need to have some pre-canned ones that I can just fall back on if I cant think of anything - like Brad talks about in his article.
I hit up a record store, wander around a bit until I go down a floor on the escalator. Theres an Asian girl in front on me. I tell her I'm jealous of her hat, it looks warm. I start chatting about the fact that I need to get some earmuffs and whether they are exceptable for a guy....even if they are pink. She laughs. We swop names. I chat her at the bottom of the escalator. I take deep breathes in the interaction to chill myself out. It goes well. I barely get qualify cos she needs to go. I go for the number but she has a boyfriend. I tell her we can be emotionally close friends. She wants to take my number, I tell her she'll never call. She agrees but protests that its not a rude thing. I'm a cool guy she says, really nice, not like a lot of weird guys that talk to her. She also says I'm "really good", I've heard this before. Its strange. Its like she is commenting on my "game".
Anyways, so I continue pottering around. The next hour or so I make some half-assed approaches. I tend to make some throwaway comments to girls and don't push forward. This is my focus point for next daygame session - every girl I talk to I need to push forward. Not just make a throwaway comment and leave.
Still, good times. I'm re-listening to the Blueprint right now.
Some thoughts from today:
- Human beings are social creature. We crave social interaction. Its not unacceptable to chat to people. Its normal, natural and healthy - no matter what society says about appropriate situations to meet people.
- Same with sexuality. Men are meant to hit on women. Its not shameful, or embarassing. Who cares what people think. You are doing your job as a male.
- I love this idea of the world being my pickup laboratory. Everything I do is an experiment, my goal is necessarily to get laid now but to increase my understanding. It takes a lot of pressure off.
Daygame Bootcamp girl has text saying she is free Thursday. We'll see how that goes!
Till next time.
So yesterday I did nothing. Twas good. Called some numbers, no pick ups at all. German girl text back. See if I can get on that.
Action times today. I'm loving this shit. I'm taking constant action - my focus is not results, but is consistancy of action - regardless of outcome.
Daygame times. Into Oxford Street after work. I hit up a bookstore. Its 5 floors and there is fucking nothing. Guys, and old girls. I spent an hour there and I saw nothing.
I go out onto the streets and walk past some blonde girl standing outside the tube. I ask her for directions to Starbucks. I shake her hand and we name swop, continue chatting. I gather she is waiting for a guy so I bail. A little bit silly, I need to continue the process regardless. Make going for the close a habit.
I actually go for an expresso to wake myself up. Theres a couple of sets in Starbucks but I don't approach. Hmmm. I spend a lot of time pre-approach thinking about an opener. I need to have some pre-canned ones that I can just fall back on if I cant think of anything - like Brad talks about in his article.
I hit up a record store, wander around a bit until I go down a floor on the escalator. Theres an Asian girl in front on me. I tell her I'm jealous of her hat, it looks warm. I start chatting about the fact that I need to get some earmuffs and whether they are exceptable for a guy....even if they are pink. She laughs. We swop names. I chat her at the bottom of the escalator. I take deep breathes in the interaction to chill myself out. It goes well. I barely get qualify cos she needs to go. I go for the number but she has a boyfriend. I tell her we can be emotionally close friends. She wants to take my number, I tell her she'll never call. She agrees but protests that its not a rude thing. I'm a cool guy she says, really nice, not like a lot of weird guys that talk to her. She also says I'm "really good", I've heard this before. Its strange. Its like she is commenting on my "game".
Anyways, so I continue pottering around. The next hour or so I make some half-assed approaches. I tend to make some throwaway comments to girls and don't push forward. This is my focus point for next daygame session - every girl I talk to I need to push forward. Not just make a throwaway comment and leave.
Still, good times. I'm re-listening to the Blueprint right now.
Some thoughts from today:
- Human beings are social creature. We crave social interaction. Its not unacceptable to chat to people. Its normal, natural and healthy - no matter what society says about appropriate situations to meet people.
- Same with sexuality. Men are meant to hit on women. Its not shameful, or embarassing. Who cares what people think. You are doing your job as a male.
- I love this idea of the world being my pickup laboratory. Everything I do is an experiment, my goal is necessarily to get laid now but to increase my understanding. It takes a lot of pressure off.
Daygame Bootcamp girl has text saying she is free Thursday. We'll see how that goes!
Till next time.
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Thursday 28 January 2010
Man I am pissed off. Fucking girl flakes 2 hours before we're supposed to meet tonight - 2nd time she has done that. I set up a night with a fuck buddy as well but blew that off cos I wanted to meet this chick. So after she flakes I text my girl and she has just made other plans. Grrrrr.
On the positive side I get to stay in - I've been very busy seeing friends this week so it'll be good to chill. Watch The Hangover :-)
However, I've got to take action tomorrow. Its been since Monday that've I've done anything. Too long.
On the plus side I've just put down my deposit for World Summit :-) Yeah!!!!
Man I am pissed off. Fucking girl flakes 2 hours before we're supposed to meet tonight - 2nd time she has done that. I set up a night with a fuck buddy as well but blew that off cos I wanted to meet this chick. So after she flakes I text my girl and she has just made other plans. Grrrrr.
On the positive side I get to stay in - I've been very busy seeing friends this week so it'll be good to chill. Watch The Hangover :-)
However, I've got to take action tomorrow. Its been since Monday that've I've done anything. Too long.
On the plus side I've just put down my deposit for World Summit :-) Yeah!!!!
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Friday 29 January 2010
Work drinks. I fuck around and get quite drunk. Its a quiet bar, do the only girls in there I dont know are 2 girls sitting by the bar. I eventually get round to talking to them, but they are married. Grrr.
However, its great that I approached when around my work friends, its somewhat of a sticking point for me.
In the end I just go back to a fuck buddies house, drink wine and screw the night away.
Good times.
Work drinks. I fuck around and get quite drunk. Its a quiet bar, do the only girls in there I dont know are 2 girls sitting by the bar. I eventually get round to talking to them, but they are married. Grrr.
However, its great that I approached when around my work friends, its somewhat of a sticking point for me.
In the end I just go back to a fuck buddies house, drink wine and screw the night away.
Good times.
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Saturday 30 January 2010
Fuck me, this month seems to have lasted forever!
So, end up in the casino - again. Always a great starting point for any night - if you win. I double my money - that'll pay for the night :-)
We hit up a bar we haven't been to for a while. Theres a huge queue outside, I run over and chat to a couple of hotties in the smoking area. I get a phone call from my mate - hes inside. Fuck, he just walked past the line into the bar. Full belief.
Well anything he can do.....
I literally stroll past the bouncers. Haha queuing is for chodes.....and Spaniards it seems.
Straight through and hit up the bar. Well this place is tiny, and the main club is closed for a private party. I open these girls sitting down right by the bar, chat some rubbish I can't remember until my friend calls me over for drinks. Whilst we are waiting we end up talking to some other girls - they are french. Yum.
It turns out that one of these girls is the barman's girlfriend. Well, I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt but he literally ignored us for half an hour - eventually the other barman served us. Seriously. Grow up. It culminated when he told us that the bar was closed when he was still serving drinks and his colleague had to serve us again.
Ah well. Nuff negativity.
So, we get our drinks. Onwards and upwards. I was going to get the other french girls number but shes leaving the country tomorrow and shes leaving the bar like now. Meh.
Stroll round the other side of the bar and open these two girls. They start giggling away, bless em. Chat bullshit as per usual. I stand my one up, shes fucking tall. I'm not loving it now. Eventually we shoo them along, yeah blue cunt times but hey.
The place is starting to close. Its 2am. Hmmm. No way is the night going to end this way.
Somehow I lose my friend. I'm now walking along regent street. I open this girl, asking about cool clubs. She insists on dragging me to one. Interesting. I get in for free and go to bar, but I've lost her. Right, well here I am in a club. This is my playground.
I'm running around when the girl comes back up to me. With a blonde friend. Here is where the lessons of the evening begin. I get some shots in. I'm just really focusing on my girl, but she is a bit ADD. Shes running off here there and everywhere. I've really got to look at things logistically. Blondey wanders off.
I'm still opening sets left right and centre but nothing really sticks too much. Girly comes back. But some guy jumps in and insists they are all leaving. She trys to stay but he drags her off. Wierd thing was I've gone for her number earlier but she doesn't want to give it. Probably a boyfriend somewhere.
What I should have done was have her make me meet her friends and then just fucking stick with her. I've gotta push things forward more and ensure that I'm taking every responsibility for her getting laid.
Eventually I leave the club and I'm now at the bus stop. I'm chatting girls but then every single time their bus comes. Rubbish.
I get home about 5am. And crash out.
So insights and lessons:
- Well I followed my lessons from last weekend: get the fuck in set and keep hitting it up.
- This morning as writing this I'm feeling a bit down about not pulling, no numbers and no makeouts. Interesting, its not an anger at outside circumstances but at myself. Like Ryan talks about on the most recent mastermind its a frustration at yourself for not pushing it. I'm better than this.
- But then I remember my frame: "This is a social experiment, I'm out for learning and understanding". And I feel good again :-)
- Next time: go big or go home. I'm not going to go home until I pull. Trench times.
Fuck me, this month seems to have lasted forever!
So, end up in the casino - again. Always a great starting point for any night - if you win. I double my money - that'll pay for the night :-)
We hit up a bar we haven't been to for a while. Theres a huge queue outside, I run over and chat to a couple of hotties in the smoking area. I get a phone call from my mate - hes inside. Fuck, he just walked past the line into the bar. Full belief.
Well anything he can do.....
I literally stroll past the bouncers. Haha queuing is for chodes.....and Spaniards it seems.
Straight through and hit up the bar. Well this place is tiny, and the main club is closed for a private party. I open these girls sitting down right by the bar, chat some rubbish I can't remember until my friend calls me over for drinks. Whilst we are waiting we end up talking to some other girls - they are french. Yum.
It turns out that one of these girls is the barman's girlfriend. Well, I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt but he literally ignored us for half an hour - eventually the other barman served us. Seriously. Grow up. It culminated when he told us that the bar was closed when he was still serving drinks and his colleague had to serve us again.
Ah well. Nuff negativity.
So, we get our drinks. Onwards and upwards. I was going to get the other french girls number but shes leaving the country tomorrow and shes leaving the bar like now. Meh.
Stroll round the other side of the bar and open these two girls. They start giggling away, bless em. Chat bullshit as per usual. I stand my one up, shes fucking tall. I'm not loving it now. Eventually we shoo them along, yeah blue cunt times but hey.
The place is starting to close. Its 2am. Hmmm. No way is the night going to end this way.
Somehow I lose my friend. I'm now walking along regent street. I open this girl, asking about cool clubs. She insists on dragging me to one. Interesting. I get in for free and go to bar, but I've lost her. Right, well here I am in a club. This is my playground.
I'm running around when the girl comes back up to me. With a blonde friend. Here is where the lessons of the evening begin. I get some shots in. I'm just really focusing on my girl, but she is a bit ADD. Shes running off here there and everywhere. I've really got to look at things logistically. Blondey wanders off.
I'm still opening sets left right and centre but nothing really sticks too much. Girly comes back. But some guy jumps in and insists they are all leaving. She trys to stay but he drags her off. Wierd thing was I've gone for her number earlier but she doesn't want to give it. Probably a boyfriend somewhere.
What I should have done was have her make me meet her friends and then just fucking stick with her. I've gotta push things forward more and ensure that I'm taking every responsibility for her getting laid.
Eventually I leave the club and I'm now at the bus stop. I'm chatting girls but then every single time their bus comes. Rubbish.
I get home about 5am. And crash out.
So insights and lessons:
- Well I followed my lessons from last weekend: get the fuck in set and keep hitting it up.
- This morning as writing this I'm feeling a bit down about not pulling, no numbers and no makeouts. Interesting, its not an anger at outside circumstances but at myself. Like Ryan talks about on the most recent mastermind its a frustration at yourself for not pushing it. I'm better than this.
- But then I remember my frame: "This is a social experiment, I'm out for learning and understanding". And I feel good again :-)
- Next time: go big or go home. I'm not going to go home until I pull. Trench times.
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Tuesday 2 February 2010
Bloody hell.
I've just realised I literally have no idea what kind of person I am. I flutuate on a daily basis between personalities - sex-worthy guy and chode.
On Sunday I was listening to the Blueprint and I literally broke down in tears. Cried for about an hour.
I feel like I'm in a fog right now and I'm just ploughing the fuck forward - only trusting in the bearings given to me by Alex.
Today I went out at lunch and didn't approach. Then I left work and approached one girl waiting outside the station. Her phone rangafter a couple of minutes and she had to take it. So I left her be cos it was her friend she was meeting.
Then I got to the bus stop and didn't approach a girl standing there because I was trying to determine how old she was. Then her bus came. Sitting on the bus I had a MILF sit next to me and I didn't open her.
The self-sabotaging thoughts in my head are often logistical - her bus will come, shes busy, probably married etc. etc.
The underlying theme is "it won't work".
Then other times I feel completely confident and fine.
Who am I. Am I the chode or the sexworthy guy?
Or am I just a man?
Wierd.
When I first went skydiving 10 years ago, I jumped out of a SkyCaravan. The slipstream was huge, unlike Islanders I used later.
I remember my first jump, sitting on the edge I felt the slipstream so strongly and I struggled to actually push out of the door (being a puny 16 year old at the time). The last thoughts through my head were "I'm never going to get out of this fucking plane".
Then gravity and slipstream took hold and the next thing I know I'm under a beautiful parachute.
This is what I feel like now. The plane is my chode reality and the slipstream is keeping me in - I'm pushing against it and I feel that I'm never going to escape it. I guess I trust that effort and gravity will finally take hold and whooosh I'll be free. But when?
Its crazy how much responsibility I've given girls with my self-esteem. Like some 19 year old girl is the authority on whether I'm cool.
How pathetic. Thats why I started crying. When Tyler says that no-one asked you to give away your power - people don't want you to.
So why do I do it?
I need to develop my identity and my sense of coolness without any reference to girls or being attractive.
This is good. I'm evolving. I know I'll get there in the end. I can't avoid it.
Peace and love.
Bloody hell.
I've just realised I literally have no idea what kind of person I am. I flutuate on a daily basis between personalities - sex-worthy guy and chode.
On Sunday I was listening to the Blueprint and I literally broke down in tears. Cried for about an hour.
I feel like I'm in a fog right now and I'm just ploughing the fuck forward - only trusting in the bearings given to me by Alex.
Today I went out at lunch and didn't approach. Then I left work and approached one girl waiting outside the station. Her phone rangafter a couple of minutes and she had to take it. So I left her be cos it was her friend she was meeting.
Then I got to the bus stop and didn't approach a girl standing there because I was trying to determine how old she was. Then her bus came. Sitting on the bus I had a MILF sit next to me and I didn't open her.
The self-sabotaging thoughts in my head are often logistical - her bus will come, shes busy, probably married etc. etc.
The underlying theme is "it won't work".
Then other times I feel completely confident and fine.
Who am I. Am I the chode or the sexworthy guy?
Or am I just a man?
Wierd.
When I first went skydiving 10 years ago, I jumped out of a SkyCaravan. The slipstream was huge, unlike Islanders I used later.
I remember my first jump, sitting on the edge I felt the slipstream so strongly and I struggled to actually push out of the door (being a puny 16 year old at the time). The last thoughts through my head were "I'm never going to get out of this fucking plane".
Then gravity and slipstream took hold and the next thing I know I'm under a beautiful parachute.
This is what I feel like now. The plane is my chode reality and the slipstream is keeping me in - I'm pushing against it and I feel that I'm never going to escape it. I guess I trust that effort and gravity will finally take hold and whooosh I'll be free. But when?
Its crazy how much responsibility I've given girls with my self-esteem. Like some 19 year old girl is the authority on whether I'm cool.
How pathetic. Thats why I started crying. When Tyler says that no-one asked you to give away your power - people don't want you to.
So why do I do it?
I need to develop my identity and my sense of coolness without any reference to girls or being attractive.
This is good. I'm evolving. I know I'll get there in the end. I can't avoid it.
Peace and love.
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Thursday 4 February 2010
Wow, proper self-amusement times. Literally been making myself laugh all day. Old man on the bus giving me the evil eye for being loud....Judge Chode. Hahaha. Ridiculous images.
Anyways, was getting lunch in the store and I saw this blonde looking at the sandwiches. Shit, her mums with her. Pussied out. Bullshite.
Felt pretty down about it, but remembered to not take it so seriously - no roof over head, no ground under feet.
Decided to hit up Oxford Street after work, needed to get some tops....and chat girls :-)
Warm up by asking some old dear for the time on the way to the station. On the escalator I tap a girl on the shoulder and comment on her bag.
Short interactions just to get my blood pumping and in the mood.
Started to conciously draw state from within by singing silly little songs to myself about the world around me. I do this at work outloud with my colleagues - taking popular songs and changing the words to make them about work. Ridiculous. And funny.
So I've got my own little party going on. I feel good.
Leave the station into Picadilly and immediately bump into some girl giving out flyers. I stop and take one. They are for a shitty club around the corner. I mock her and continue chatting. Talk for about 15 mins. I qualify her on being friendly and go for the number. She has a boyfriend.
"We can be emotionally close friends" (thanks Alex)
She laughs and puts it in. Chat some more and leave.
Go and buy some shit, chatty times with people in the store and the store clerk.
Walk down Oxford Street and do something I haven't done in ages. Stop a girl walking on the street.
"Excuse me"
She stops. Tranfixed by my glorious voice :-)
"Do you know where Selfridges is?"
Shit.
"Yeah just down there" and she moves to walk off.
I bring her back and tell her it was just a terrible excuse to meet her. Swop names and chat for 20 secs and she has to go.
Next time I need to use something that cannot be so easily over and done with. "Wheres the nearest orphan centre? Cos I'm looking to adopt a black baby....yeah my names Bruno." Or some rubbish.
Anyway onwards and upwards. I bail out of approaching the next couple of girls around me cos I'm worried that there are people behind me that were there when I opened the other girl. Then they would see that I was chatting up girls.
This isn't a problem for me at night but its something that stifles me approaching around work during the day in case people I know see me.
This is my biggest sticking point at the moment. I know its just a limiting belief, I'll get over it. I don't really have a choice.
One particular one I regret is 2 girls standing in front of me at the cross roads. God they were really hot. And I didn't do it. Kicking myself about it.
Ah well.
On the way back home I leave my local tube and see a girl standing out the station by herself. I rock up.
"God I'm so sorry I'm late"
Haha. Chat bullshit. Shes waiting for a friend to tell her where some bar is. Qualify her on being friendly. She is from Sweden. Number swop. Help her to find the bar she is looking for cos its on my way to my bus.
At some point she mentions her boyfriend casually. Pff. Whatever. I fuck many girls with boyfriends.
Get home and chill.
- Good points is that I approached. I'm taking weekly action. Just need to keep it up and do more.
- Remember Alex's frame. I'm not some sleazy guy, I'm a cool social attractive guy networking. If she turns out to be cool then I might hook up with her. So don't be concerned with bystanders.
- I have good intentions, so why compromise that.
- Christopher~ Party Liason :-)
Wow, proper self-amusement times. Literally been making myself laugh all day. Old man on the bus giving me the evil eye for being loud....Judge Chode. Hahaha. Ridiculous images.
Anyways, was getting lunch in the store and I saw this blonde looking at the sandwiches. Shit, her mums with her. Pussied out. Bullshite.
Felt pretty down about it, but remembered to not take it so seriously - no roof over head, no ground under feet.
Decided to hit up Oxford Street after work, needed to get some tops....and chat girls :-)
Warm up by asking some old dear for the time on the way to the station. On the escalator I tap a girl on the shoulder and comment on her bag.
Short interactions just to get my blood pumping and in the mood.
Started to conciously draw state from within by singing silly little songs to myself about the world around me. I do this at work outloud with my colleagues - taking popular songs and changing the words to make them about work. Ridiculous. And funny.
So I've got my own little party going on. I feel good.
Leave the station into Picadilly and immediately bump into some girl giving out flyers. I stop and take one. They are for a shitty club around the corner. I mock her and continue chatting. Talk for about 15 mins. I qualify her on being friendly and go for the number. She has a boyfriend.
"We can be emotionally close friends" (thanks Alex)
She laughs and puts it in. Chat some more and leave.
Go and buy some shit, chatty times with people in the store and the store clerk.
Walk down Oxford Street and do something I haven't done in ages. Stop a girl walking on the street.
"Excuse me"
She stops. Tranfixed by my glorious voice :-)
"Do you know where Selfridges is?"
Shit.
"Yeah just down there" and she moves to walk off.
I bring her back and tell her it was just a terrible excuse to meet her. Swop names and chat for 20 secs and she has to go.
Next time I need to use something that cannot be so easily over and done with. "Wheres the nearest orphan centre? Cos I'm looking to adopt a black baby....yeah my names Bruno." Or some rubbish.
Anyway onwards and upwards. I bail out of approaching the next couple of girls around me cos I'm worried that there are people behind me that were there when I opened the other girl. Then they would see that I was chatting up girls.
This isn't a problem for me at night but its something that stifles me approaching around work during the day in case people I know see me.
This is my biggest sticking point at the moment. I know its just a limiting belief, I'll get over it. I don't really have a choice.
One particular one I regret is 2 girls standing in front of me at the cross roads. God they were really hot. And I didn't do it. Kicking myself about it.
Ah well.
On the way back home I leave my local tube and see a girl standing out the station by herself. I rock up.
"God I'm so sorry I'm late"
Haha. Chat bullshit. Shes waiting for a friend to tell her where some bar is. Qualify her on being friendly. She is from Sweden. Number swop. Help her to find the bar she is looking for cos its on my way to my bus.
At some point she mentions her boyfriend casually. Pff. Whatever. I fuck many girls with boyfriends.
Get home and chill.
- Good points is that I approached. I'm taking weekly action. Just need to keep it up and do more.
- Remember Alex's frame. I'm not some sleazy guy, I'm a cool social attractive guy networking. If she turns out to be cool then I might hook up with her. So don't be concerned with bystanders.
- I have good intentions, so why compromise that.
- Christopher~ Party Liason :-)
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Friday 5 February 2010
Fucking hell I was on the tube today and I open the Metro (free morning paper in London). Theres an advert for H&M in there. The girl that dragged me to the club last weekend off Regent Street is staring out at me from the advert. Chick was a model. Damn. :-)
Well its Halloween girls bday drinks tonight. I hit up a bar in Clapham, good times.
I arrive in there and no sign of girly. Rock up to 6 girls sitting in the back, start chatting shit. They love it...naturally :-)
I'm hot stuff.haha.
Halloween comes in with cousin and friend. Me and cousin start chatting again, I get on well with this chick and she has a lovely tasting neck :-) Vampire timez. Lol.
More friends come in. Loadsa girls.
I'm taking the concept of "this is my house" to extremes. I'm owning the bar.
The 6 girls earlier are now testing me - you come in here by yourself haven't you? What do you do for a living? How much money do you make?
Yawn. Too easy.
I end up getting involved with one of Halloween girls friends - Brunette. We're doing bar dares with each other, making out and fooling around.
We end up in the guys toilets, somehow we don't hook up there. Denied.
My concern with this girl is that I've spent too much time making out with her and haven't qualified her really. Tacky make out guy.
Hilariously I'm getting pounced on now by Halloween's cousin, she sees the loving I'm giving the other girl and wants a go too.
I try to get her back to mine but denied cos she has an early start and is staying at Halloweens place. These girls all live in Kent, which sucks logistically.
At some way towards the end of the night I end up diverting off to one of the girls that also caught my eye. Its funny cos Brunette has pointed out that I have all these girls trying to get in my pants - including OrangeCoat girl. I like the look of OrangeCoat so I rock up.
We hit it off, I qualify her and I'm completely shocked by what happens next. She tests me quickly, which I pass. She then proceeds to hardcore tell what she likes about me - like really earnestly. Shes older - like most of these girls tonight she is 27/28. So they know what they want and are confident about it. It was pretty intense to hear it from a girl I only just met.
Again, tried for the close but she had to drive friends back. We kiss a little then off into the night.
I get a KFC and then take the nightbus back. Its 2am. I text a fuck buddy and shes still up, so I head over to hers.
Spend the rest of the weekend over at her place. Got trashed with her on Saturday night as plans with mates fell through and just got back home now. Still wearing the same clothes from Friday. Sexy :-)
I've just called both Brunette and Orange Coat.
Brunette - good conversation. Should have qualified her. Am concerned she will only think I want her for sex. Went for the meetup next week but her car is broken and she is working late until Wednesday. Will have to see what happens there. I've got a feeling that we won't meet up.
OrangeCoat - shes keen. Cos she was sober she remembers my second name. Shes a chatty girl and actually she had to cut the conversation short, I think this girl has game. Anyway she suggested we meet next week, so I said I'll let her know what I'm doing and we'll arrange something.
Now, gonna go watch Madagascar :-)
Fucking hell I was on the tube today and I open the Metro (free morning paper in London). Theres an advert for H&M in there. The girl that dragged me to the club last weekend off Regent Street is staring out at me from the advert. Chick was a model. Damn. :-)
Well its Halloween girls bday drinks tonight. I hit up a bar in Clapham, good times.
I arrive in there and no sign of girly. Rock up to 6 girls sitting in the back, start chatting shit. They love it...naturally :-)
I'm hot stuff.haha.
Halloween comes in with cousin and friend. Me and cousin start chatting again, I get on well with this chick and she has a lovely tasting neck :-) Vampire timez. Lol.
More friends come in. Loadsa girls.
I'm taking the concept of "this is my house" to extremes. I'm owning the bar.
The 6 girls earlier are now testing me - you come in here by yourself haven't you? What do you do for a living? How much money do you make?
Yawn. Too easy.
I end up getting involved with one of Halloween girls friends - Brunette. We're doing bar dares with each other, making out and fooling around.
We end up in the guys toilets, somehow we don't hook up there. Denied.
My concern with this girl is that I've spent too much time making out with her and haven't qualified her really. Tacky make out guy.
Hilariously I'm getting pounced on now by Halloween's cousin, she sees the loving I'm giving the other girl and wants a go too.
I try to get her back to mine but denied cos she has an early start and is staying at Halloweens place. These girls all live in Kent, which sucks logistically.
At some way towards the end of the night I end up diverting off to one of the girls that also caught my eye. Its funny cos Brunette has pointed out that I have all these girls trying to get in my pants - including OrangeCoat girl. I like the look of OrangeCoat so I rock up.
We hit it off, I qualify her and I'm completely shocked by what happens next. She tests me quickly, which I pass. She then proceeds to hardcore tell what she likes about me - like really earnestly. Shes older - like most of these girls tonight she is 27/28. So they know what they want and are confident about it. It was pretty intense to hear it from a girl I only just met.
Again, tried for the close but she had to drive friends back. We kiss a little then off into the night.
I get a KFC and then take the nightbus back. Its 2am. I text a fuck buddy and shes still up, so I head over to hers.
Spend the rest of the weekend over at her place. Got trashed with her on Saturday night as plans with mates fell through and just got back home now. Still wearing the same clothes from Friday. Sexy :-)
I've just called both Brunette and Orange Coat.
Brunette - good conversation. Should have qualified her. Am concerned she will only think I want her for sex. Went for the meetup next week but her car is broken and she is working late until Wednesday. Will have to see what happens there. I've got a feeling that we won't meet up.
OrangeCoat - shes keen. Cos she was sober she remembers my second name. Shes a chatty girl and actually she had to cut the conversation short, I think this girl has game. Anyway she suggested we meet next week, so I said I'll let her know what I'm doing and we'll arrange something.
Now, gonna go watch Madagascar :-)
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Tuesday 9 February 2010
"You! Higher mammal...can you read?"
Haha, Madagascar rocks!
Went out at lunchtime to try and find some girls but couldn't spot anyones that were available to open. I do need to get more comfortable in approaching around work. I'm gonna keep the habit of going out at lunch just cos its good habit. Even if I can't find any girls I need to be cool with opening people with work mates in the vicinity.
I'm tired of giving a fuck what they think to be honest. This is my path, like it or lump it.
Work times of doom done with, I rock up to the gym. Old guys with their cocks out. Oh er!
I work out, though I miss a couple of sets at the end. The relevance of this hits me later - in the way you do something, you do everything.
Off to the West End for daygame of love and glory. I ask a couple of people for the time on the road by the gym. Its so easy I don't even think. Its hilarious how easy it is to open when you are just asking for the time.
It strikes me that its like golf. You see, a large part of golf is relaxation and when you swing you swing as if the ball wasn't there. You don't try to hit the ball. You let the club do the work.
If I can treat an approach like an approach on someone to ask the time I'm golden.
Tube times of love. I ride the Tyson of tubes. Chunky and soon for the scrap heap.
Chode tube. Lol.
It strikes me that I'm seeing a lot of people ask each other for directions. Or so I think. They could be doing anything. Funny thing your RAS.
I don't give a fuck whether they are asking for directions or they are chatting someone up. I guess nor does anyone. No-one really gives a fuck. They are all too wrapped up in their own existance to really give much thought to your activities.
I go into the bookstore. Fuck bookstores from now on - at least in early evening. There is literally nothing in there.
Off to Oxford Street. Into the record store. This is where it is at. Everytime I come in here there are girls. Glorious.
Blondie looking at DVDs. I open her with my usual, "so what you getting". Banter a bit, handshake. I let it go quiet and didn't do any qualifying. So she walks off. Hmmm, not good. I need to keep more of a focus on the girl I think - in terms of my eye contact and body language. I'm coming across as apolegetic by the way I carry myself. Still whatever.
I walk upstairs and there is a blonde perusing more DVDs. I chode around her and bail out of it. I seem to have this strange fear of opening one set soon after another. Nothing to really do with them seeing me again, afterall I'm just being social. Its like my brain stopping me from hitting state. Wierd.
I walk out and theres a group of girls walking in front of me. I don't open. Groups in the daytime still phase me. Hmm. Something to be pushed through.
On the way to the tube station I see this blonde girl (see the theme. I love blondes :-) walking towards me. I approach and ask where the bookstore is. She gives me directions. Fail! I half-hearted tried to change topic but didn't really get very far and I let her get on her way. Rubbish Christopher. You know from last time what you need to do. Change topics immediately onto something emotional before she gives directions and then introduce and start vibing. Fuck the opener.
Central Chode Line back home. I miss a girl as I walk out of the tube. She is clearly waiting for someone and that is all my mind needs to tell me to not approach. Chode brain. Fluctuates on a daily basis. I've opened before in that scenario - in fact I did it last Thursday, so why not now?!
Grrr.
But! Acknowledge the good I have done.
1) I have cemented the habit of going out daygaming and continue to do so.
2) I approached.
3) I now have more reference points:
Namely:
- People aren't rude. In fact 99% of people are friendly. No-one with any social calibration is going to be horrible to you unless you approach in a miscalibrated way. This is not a club and people aren't actually very confident without alcohol and/or the back up of their friends.
- No-one actually gives fuck what you do. Even if they see you approaching multiple girls, they will probably assume you are doing it for a promotion or modelling job. In fact in certain parts of London thats exactly what cold approaching hot girls is. Even if they do know what you are doing, they don't give it more than a moments thought.
Some thoughts:
This is my opportunity to express myself. An interaction with a human being is a blank canvas to express who you are. Much like this journal, I can express myself for my own benefit and enjoyment. I am the only constant in all this, even if I score a hot model off the street in record time come the next day I won't have changed or be a better person. It would have been simply a way I expressed myself at the time. No more no less.
I need to focus on expression not impression.
"You! Higher mammal...can you read?"
Haha, Madagascar rocks!
Went out at lunchtime to try and find some girls but couldn't spot anyones that were available to open. I do need to get more comfortable in approaching around work. I'm gonna keep the habit of going out at lunch just cos its good habit. Even if I can't find any girls I need to be cool with opening people with work mates in the vicinity.
I'm tired of giving a fuck what they think to be honest. This is my path, like it or lump it.
Work times of doom done with, I rock up to the gym. Old guys with their cocks out. Oh er!
I work out, though I miss a couple of sets at the end. The relevance of this hits me later - in the way you do something, you do everything.
Off to the West End for daygame of love and glory. I ask a couple of people for the time on the road by the gym. Its so easy I don't even think. Its hilarious how easy it is to open when you are just asking for the time.
It strikes me that its like golf. You see, a large part of golf is relaxation and when you swing you swing as if the ball wasn't there. You don't try to hit the ball. You let the club do the work.
If I can treat an approach like an approach on someone to ask the time I'm golden.
Tube times of love. I ride the Tyson of tubes. Chunky and soon for the scrap heap.
Chode tube. Lol.
It strikes me that I'm seeing a lot of people ask each other for directions. Or so I think. They could be doing anything. Funny thing your RAS.
I don't give a fuck whether they are asking for directions or they are chatting someone up. I guess nor does anyone. No-one really gives a fuck. They are all too wrapped up in their own existance to really give much thought to your activities.
I go into the bookstore. Fuck bookstores from now on - at least in early evening. There is literally nothing in there.
Off to Oxford Street. Into the record store. This is where it is at. Everytime I come in here there are girls. Glorious.
Blondie looking at DVDs. I open her with my usual, "so what you getting". Banter a bit, handshake. I let it go quiet and didn't do any qualifying. So she walks off. Hmmm, not good. I need to keep more of a focus on the girl I think - in terms of my eye contact and body language. I'm coming across as apolegetic by the way I carry myself. Still whatever.
I walk upstairs and there is a blonde perusing more DVDs. I chode around her and bail out of it. I seem to have this strange fear of opening one set soon after another. Nothing to really do with them seeing me again, afterall I'm just being social. Its like my brain stopping me from hitting state. Wierd.
I walk out and theres a group of girls walking in front of me. I don't open. Groups in the daytime still phase me. Hmm. Something to be pushed through.
On the way to the tube station I see this blonde girl (see the theme. I love blondes :-) walking towards me. I approach and ask where the bookstore is. She gives me directions. Fail! I half-hearted tried to change topic but didn't really get very far and I let her get on her way. Rubbish Christopher. You know from last time what you need to do. Change topics immediately onto something emotional before she gives directions and then introduce and start vibing. Fuck the opener.
Central Chode Line back home. I miss a girl as I walk out of the tube. She is clearly waiting for someone and that is all my mind needs to tell me to not approach. Chode brain. Fluctuates on a daily basis. I've opened before in that scenario - in fact I did it last Thursday, so why not now?!
Grrr.
But! Acknowledge the good I have done.
1) I have cemented the habit of going out daygaming and continue to do so.
2) I approached.
3) I now have more reference points:
Namely:
- People aren't rude. In fact 99% of people are friendly. No-one with any social calibration is going to be horrible to you unless you approach in a miscalibrated way. This is not a club and people aren't actually very confident without alcohol and/or the back up of their friends.
- No-one actually gives fuck what you do. Even if they see you approaching multiple girls, they will probably assume you are doing it for a promotion or modelling job. In fact in certain parts of London thats exactly what cold approaching hot girls is. Even if they do know what you are doing, they don't give it more than a moments thought.
Some thoughts:
This is my opportunity to express myself. An interaction with a human being is a blank canvas to express who you are. Much like this journal, I can express myself for my own benefit and enjoyment. I am the only constant in all this, even if I score a hot model off the street in record time come the next day I won't have changed or be a better person. It would have been simply a way I expressed myself at the time. No more no less.
I need to focus on expression not impression.
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Smirnoff
Senior Member
Join Date: 09/01/2008 | Posts: 250
Interesting times.
I'm meeting a girl that I met in Clapham on Halloween. We've kissed but nothing else. On our day 2 I got her into my room but she quickly bailed. Now I'm on my path, so I don't mind if she doesn't go along with it - but she seems to be slotting nicely into a female friend place.
I'm also meeting a couple of her friends cos we are all going to Ibiza this summer (the week before world summit! I'm going to be fucked :-)).
So, we hit up Clapham, into a bar. Its busy and I find Halloween. She is with a huge party, that most of us don't know. Its some girls birthday. I get a drink and chat. I end up talking to some girl from the party. At first it seems like she doesn't like me and is bored. But just keep talking and she opens up. I fuck around with her and her friends for a while. One of them is married and does the standard married girl chat - extremely friendly in a non-sexual way.
I leave them and find my friend. They are chatting to some guys, its funny watching the dynamic, particularly as they keep coming back to me with little comments about each guy. I'm chatting up my girls cousin - lets call her Flirty. Shes a cuttie. Spend time chatting her and then move on to the club.
I seem to spend most of my time with the girls. I'm neck kissing Flirty, but everytime I go for the lips I get the red light. Turns out she has a boyfriend. Hmmm. A tall Aussie guy jumps into our group and starts chatting flirty. We name him SuperDry because of his coat. Hes actually a cool guy - very natural. If your on here mate good job. Hes on Flirty and we have a playful tug-of-war between the two of us as to who gets her. I'm not really too fussed cos of the boyfriend situation, but still I'm thinking she is looking to hook up tonight.
I'm barely approaching - this is a bad thing. I came out to do a job, and one that I'm not doing very well.
Its very funny how behaviour is judged subjectively. I like SuperDry, as does Flirty, but Halloween thinks he is annoying. Interesting.
By the end of the night I'm kissing Halloween and generally being very physical with all the girls. Flirty is with some guy they met in the bar earlier that night, but one of our friends wants to go home. And Halloween is driving them. So, we decide to leave.
I suggest that we all go back to Halloween's for some more drinks and they concur. We start to round up to troops.
I come out into the foyer to find Halloween chatting to 3 guys. They are PUAs, I can instantly tell. The responses, the gameyness. They are actually nice guys though, even though they did the ring finger routine :-(
We carry on chatting, the older one number closes Halloween and arranges Sushi times with them. Good for them. The girls actually like them - think they are nice.
We start making our way to the car - one of the guys gives Flirty a piggie back. Why? They are trying to bounce us to Karaoke. Fair play, but no go.
Into the guy on the way back. Halloween wants to drop me home. I say no, its too far but she persists. Fine. This happens all the time with her - basically she doesn't want to put herself in a situation where we will hook up. I think its cos she is older - late 20s, and is looking for a relationship. Whilst she may fancy me, I'm not her relationship type. Hence no alone time with her.
Arrive back at mine, try to get the girls to come in for a drink, but no go. Oh well.
Lessons learnt - main thing is to approach more in these situations. Too much time hanging with friends. I need to constantly be in set during trench times. Less time walking around looking for people and more time interacting. So next night out that will be my focus.
Till next time
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