THE FORUMS
Wednesday 31 March [b]2010[/b]
Daygame timez :-)
I've been remiss from daygame for a while. Silly boy. Daygame is king!
So I'm recovering from the sickness I've had over the last few days, had the last two days off.
Good for me though, I've had some major epiphanies and thanks to some feedback from Alex~ a huge breakthrough.
My biggest sticking point has been "woo", I've always been too uptight to do things like the cyclone or anything silly for fear of, well, looking silly.
A problem because the daygame formula is open with a question then go illogical (what time is it? no its hammer time!).
But yesterday I sucked it up and did it on some random girl on the bus that I didn't find attractive to get the fuck over it.
And it felt fucking amazing, I was self-amused and the girl was loving it.
Limiting belief broken through.
I'm a dominant guy already and now I'm coming into alignment with positivity.
And as a result today I picked up an actress.
Left the house at about 4pm. Needed to pick up some cool threads for this weekends bank holiday. 4 days baby. 4 days :-)
Into the store and picked up some sweet t-shirts and a cool polo neck. Dressing to express myself, not to impress. Following my bootcamp feedback. If I follow this I can't not get good.
Into the record store, fuck bookshops. They don't attract the right chick for me, I prefer DVDs and music to books.
Go upstairs and find some girl browsing the DVDs.
Go, go ,go.
"Excuse, do you have the time"
"Oh yes, its about 4.30pm"
"Oh no, its chico time"
She seems confused, but I shake her hand whilst laughing outloud to myself. We chat for a bit, I'm a bit rusty thanks to time off and a touch of nerves.
She acts to move away but I just slow down and keep talking and she stays.
I move over to another section, qualify her and take her number.
Turns out shes from Hastings, near where my family live. Bizzare.
Anyway she makes an excuse to leave and goes.
I'm not expecting anything from her whatsoever, but good warmup.
I leave the store into the pissing rain of doom and make my way down the street to another record store. I still find it wierd to open again in the same store in case the first one sees me. Strange. I'm just a cool guy networking, nothing wrong with that. So shouldn't worry.
Anyway, walk into the other store. Theres some girl standing on the other side looking at something on the wall, its quotes from famous people.
I tap her on the shoulder.
Excuse me.
I monologue the song written on the wall from Elvis. I forget the exact lyrics now, but it amused me highly.
She starts laughing and I ask her name. We shake hands and I lead her downstairs to help me find a DVD.
She's very quiet and attentive. A tres good sign.
It means shes nervous and not wanting to fuck up.
I find what I'm looking for - Madagascar 2.
I want a coffee so we go get a coffee. She tells me she can't stay too long cos shes meeting a friend.
We vibe and chat for a while. I talk about my job, which I love. Shes very unsure of telling me what she does. I soon find out why.
Shes an actress. Not a well-known one, but shes had some supporting roles in massive recent films.
Anyway, she takes a phone call from her friend and needs to make moves.
So we walk to the station and hug and cheek kiss goodbye. I tell her I'll call her sometime.
And I make my way back home.
Another good day.
Peace.
Chris~
Daygame timez :-)
I've been remiss from daygame for a while. Silly boy. Daygame is king!
So I'm recovering from the sickness I've had over the last few days, had the last two days off.
Good for me though, I've had some major epiphanies and thanks to some feedback from Alex~ a huge breakthrough.
My biggest sticking point has been "woo", I've always been too uptight to do things like the cyclone or anything silly for fear of, well, looking silly.
A problem because the daygame formula is open with a question then go illogical (what time is it? no its hammer time!).
But yesterday I sucked it up and did it on some random girl on the bus that I didn't find attractive to get the fuck over it.
And it felt fucking amazing, I was self-amused and the girl was loving it.
Limiting belief broken through.
I'm a dominant guy already and now I'm coming into alignment with positivity.
And as a result today I picked up an actress.
Left the house at about 4pm. Needed to pick up some cool threads for this weekends bank holiday. 4 days baby. 4 days :-)
Into the store and picked up some sweet t-shirts and a cool polo neck. Dressing to express myself, not to impress. Following my bootcamp feedback. If I follow this I can't not get good.
Into the record store, fuck bookshops. They don't attract the right chick for me, I prefer DVDs and music to books.
Go upstairs and find some girl browsing the DVDs.
Go, go ,go.
"Excuse, do you have the time"
"Oh yes, its about 4.30pm"
"Oh no, its chico time"
She seems confused, but I shake her hand whilst laughing outloud to myself. We chat for a bit, I'm a bit rusty thanks to time off and a touch of nerves.
She acts to move away but I just slow down and keep talking and she stays.
I move over to another section, qualify her and take her number.
Turns out shes from Hastings, near where my family live. Bizzare.
Anyway she makes an excuse to leave and goes.
I'm not expecting anything from her whatsoever, but good warmup.
I leave the store into the pissing rain of doom and make my way down the street to another record store. I still find it wierd to open again in the same store in case the first one sees me. Strange. I'm just a cool guy networking, nothing wrong with that. So shouldn't worry.
Anyway, walk into the other store. Theres some girl standing on the other side looking at something on the wall, its quotes from famous people.
I tap her on the shoulder.
Excuse me.
I monologue the song written on the wall from Elvis. I forget the exact lyrics now, but it amused me highly.
She starts laughing and I ask her name. We shake hands and I lead her downstairs to help me find a DVD.
She's very quiet and attentive. A tres good sign.
It means shes nervous and not wanting to fuck up.
I find what I'm looking for - Madagascar 2.
I want a coffee so we go get a coffee. She tells me she can't stay too long cos shes meeting a friend.
We vibe and chat for a while. I talk about my job, which I love. Shes very unsure of telling me what she does. I soon find out why.
Shes an actress. Not a well-known one, but shes had some supporting roles in massive recent films.
Anyway, she takes a phone call from her friend and needs to make moves.
So we walk to the station and hug and cheek kiss goodbye. I tell her I'll call her sometime.
And I make my way back home.
Another good day.
Peace.
Chris~
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You give your power away because it is less hurtful to be rejected that way.
Very cool mate. I wouldn't worry about the fog that shit goes away.
Your on fire!
Very cool mate. I wouldn't worry about the fog that shit goes away.
Your on fire!
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hey man, i see you're taking the horny goat weed supplements too... i was wondering, does it make your piss smell pungent too? maybe its cause ive been taking them for so long or maybe its my diet... not sure.
;) thanks
;) thanks
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"The moments that define you are not those when you're lording it up in the club, but rather those times when you are on your knees, broken, your mouth filled with blood, and you want to give up" -jlaix
My journal is here.
Current project;
- 4 month going out everynight project with Gsaad (DONE)
- Bootcamp sweden with Alex (DONE)
- 8 month worldwide trip of glory (DONE)
- Lifestyle balance (Beginning)
Australia - Melbourne (MELBY) Crew 2010-2011
My journal is here.
Current project;
- 4 month going out everynight project with Gsaad (DONE)
- Bootcamp sweden with Alex (DONE)
- 8 month worldwide trip of glory (DONE)
- Lifestyle balance (Beginning)
Australia - Melbourne (MELBY) Crew 2010-2011
My piss smells of roses mate....lol. No idea, hasn't affected my urine.
Anyways, been a fucking long time. I've been well busy with work and current girls.
Saturday 12 April 2010
Went out in Clapham with Primordial Beast and another guy on here - A.
Ended up meeting at Clapham Common, before popping into the local Irish pub. Its chocka full of people, impossible to get a drink at the bar. I high five a bunch of pub golfers to get some state going. We stand in line for drinks at the bar for some time, alternating between chatting shit about family guy and shouting "Oi Minger!" out. credit Alex~ :-) This earns us the respect of some meathead beside us. Lol.
We leave, determined to quench our thirst at the mecca of 24 hour convinience store next door. Picking up a cold beer and standing in line I get opened by 2 girls about the Irish bar. The 3 of us take them outside and start fucking around. Hilarity ensues with us 3 guys having more fun chatting bullshit with each other and fucking around with the girls. They just stand there soaking in the glory. I get the number of one of them, the cuter of the two, we all chat for a little more then they leave and we walk to a local meatmarket :-)
Walking straight in I chat with some blonde girl trying to entice our emails, so I give her a fake one and walk in upstairs.
Grabbed a cold beer and let the hilarity ensue.
I really can't remember our first approaches, but the beginning of the night started with much dancing and many blowouts or ADHD girls not sticking around in set for too long.
I got a bit ADHD in a couple of sets that had potential, including one blonde girl who started bitchy and then starting opening up. I then see the guys and bounce off to say hello and promptly lose her in the mass of people. Ooops, stay the fuck in set Christopher.
The best blow out of the night came from a classic opener:
"Excuse me, does my hair match my shoes....no I meant this hair *point to groin*...yeah I'm fasionably special". The girls looked at me in the most disgusted way and stormed off, oh how we laughed.
I swear to god I really don't give a fuck anymore what happens. I was opening girls with huge guys standing next to them with the most retarded shit and you know what, the guys were cooler than the girls. Girls would be a bitch and the guys would be well friendly.
Anyway, Primordial Beast had to leave, so me and A went outside for a smoke (gotta stop that). Started chatting to this blonde bird about "gap yah" on youtube, she was from Fulham. Number times and much touching. I got the vibe she was a flirty girl though, but still I thought lets stick it out. So, I tell her to introduce me to her friends - all girls apparently. So we rock upstairs and see some guy she knows. Jumps on him and introduces me, I'm thinking chode and just stick in there and walk with them across the dance floor. I turn around and next thing I know they are making out. Gotta be the boyfriend. Wierd.
A tells me he has to leave. Ok, shit but no big deal.
Its approx. 12.45am.
A leaves and I hit up a few more sets but nothing seems to be sticking until I hit up 2 girls standing by the stairs.
Bam, on.
Blonde one is waiting for friends and cute one is just waiting for her. Cutie is American, with red hair and some cool tattoos. Sweet.
The friends arrive and intro times. I then take American to the bar for drinks and chat some shit.
Back to find friends, but we can't. Oh well.
This is where it gets wierd.
I take her to the couches, I'm chatting away but she ain't contributing much at all. Quiet and attentive a good sign but still she was a bit wierd.
Anyway we go outside for her to call her friends and speak to them. She can't get through, so she then says "I wanna go home".
I'd already established that she leaves around the corner and has wine, so I'm like "cool, lets go then".
So we walk off quite happily to her house hand in hand. Physicality already taken care of with hand holding in the club and neck sucking times of love.
Its all good till we get to the corner and she's like "fuck I don't have my keys". Bollocks. Her housemates do.
And her housemates are in the club. Well, I take her into a new bar to chill and shes freaking out slightly. I can also see now that she is starting to get quite drunk, which doesn't help matters.
Eventually shes like I need to go back to the club, telling me to stay here. I insist to come back but she stumbles out of the door.
I'm like fuck it, shes now wasted and I'm not going after that now. So I finish my beer in this bar, its now 2am.
I call a fuck buddy and go round hers. Shes got some mates over that I know so we drink wine until 4am and have a gay old time.
Times of love.
Reflections:
- I've reached a new level of indifference
- Its good I'm now pulling with increasing regularity
- I can feel my mindsets changing on a day to day basis. I really do care less and less what people think of me.
- No real lessons tonight, maybe shoulda sticked in some more sets that I walked from.
Anyways, been a fucking long time. I've been well busy with work and current girls.
Saturday 12 April 2010
Went out in Clapham with Primordial Beast and another guy on here - A.
Ended up meeting at Clapham Common, before popping into the local Irish pub. Its chocka full of people, impossible to get a drink at the bar. I high five a bunch of pub golfers to get some state going. We stand in line for drinks at the bar for some time, alternating between chatting shit about family guy and shouting "Oi Minger!" out. credit Alex~ :-) This earns us the respect of some meathead beside us. Lol.
We leave, determined to quench our thirst at the mecca of 24 hour convinience store next door. Picking up a cold beer and standing in line I get opened by 2 girls about the Irish bar. The 3 of us take them outside and start fucking around. Hilarity ensues with us 3 guys having more fun chatting bullshit with each other and fucking around with the girls. They just stand there soaking in the glory. I get the number of one of them, the cuter of the two, we all chat for a little more then they leave and we walk to a local meatmarket :-)
Walking straight in I chat with some blonde girl trying to entice our emails, so I give her a fake one and walk in upstairs.
Grabbed a cold beer and let the hilarity ensue.
I really can't remember our first approaches, but the beginning of the night started with much dancing and many blowouts or ADHD girls not sticking around in set for too long.
I got a bit ADHD in a couple of sets that had potential, including one blonde girl who started bitchy and then starting opening up. I then see the guys and bounce off to say hello and promptly lose her in the mass of people. Ooops, stay the fuck in set Christopher.
The best blow out of the night came from a classic opener:
"Excuse me, does my hair match my shoes....no I meant this hair *point to groin*...yeah I'm fasionably special". The girls looked at me in the most disgusted way and stormed off, oh how we laughed.
I swear to god I really don't give a fuck anymore what happens. I was opening girls with huge guys standing next to them with the most retarded shit and you know what, the guys were cooler than the girls. Girls would be a bitch and the guys would be well friendly.
Anyway, Primordial Beast had to leave, so me and A went outside for a smoke (gotta stop that). Started chatting to this blonde bird about "gap yah" on youtube, she was from Fulham. Number times and much touching. I got the vibe she was a flirty girl though, but still I thought lets stick it out. So, I tell her to introduce me to her friends - all girls apparently. So we rock upstairs and see some guy she knows. Jumps on him and introduces me, I'm thinking chode and just stick in there and walk with them across the dance floor. I turn around and next thing I know they are making out. Gotta be the boyfriend. Wierd.
A tells me he has to leave. Ok, shit but no big deal.
Its approx. 12.45am.
A leaves and I hit up a few more sets but nothing seems to be sticking until I hit up 2 girls standing by the stairs.
Bam, on.
Blonde one is waiting for friends and cute one is just waiting for her. Cutie is American, with red hair and some cool tattoos. Sweet.
The friends arrive and intro times. I then take American to the bar for drinks and chat some shit.
Back to find friends, but we can't. Oh well.
This is where it gets wierd.
I take her to the couches, I'm chatting away but she ain't contributing much at all. Quiet and attentive a good sign but still she was a bit wierd.
Anyway we go outside for her to call her friends and speak to them. She can't get through, so she then says "I wanna go home".
I'd already established that she leaves around the corner and has wine, so I'm like "cool, lets go then".
So we walk off quite happily to her house hand in hand. Physicality already taken care of with hand holding in the club and neck sucking times of love.
Its all good till we get to the corner and she's like "fuck I don't have my keys". Bollocks. Her housemates do.
And her housemates are in the club. Well, I take her into a new bar to chill and shes freaking out slightly. I can also see now that she is starting to get quite drunk, which doesn't help matters.
Eventually shes like I need to go back to the club, telling me to stay here. I insist to come back but she stumbles out of the door.
I'm like fuck it, shes now wasted and I'm not going after that now. So I finish my beer in this bar, its now 2am.
I call a fuck buddy and go round hers. Shes got some mates over that I know so we drink wine until 4am and have a gay old time.
Times of love.
Reflections:
- I've reached a new level of indifference
- Its good I'm now pulling with increasing regularity
- I can feel my mindsets changing on a day to day basis. I really do care less and less what people think of me.
- No real lessons tonight, maybe shoulda sticked in some more sets that I walked from.
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Nice man. That 'meatmarket' is my local... I've hung out with Primordial and A a few times and they always bring the fun.
It's actually awesome to hear you pulling from there. Going there week in week out, it can feel harder than other places at times, especially with the super ADHD girls and bitch shields of doom - it can feel like an assault on the senses with little reward to show for it at the end of the night, at times. Just goes to show that the basics and fundamentals work pretty much everywhere and never let us down, even in those sorts of places.
Maybe see you in there sometime...
It's actually awesome to hear you pulling from there. Going there week in week out, it can feel harder than other places at times, especially with the super ADHD girls and bitch shields of doom - it can feel like an assault on the senses with little reward to show for it at the end of the night, at times. Just goes to show that the basics and fundamentals work pretty much everywhere and never let us down, even in those sorts of places.
Maybe see you in there sometime...
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Yeah man, defo. Good times.
Tuesday 13 April 2010
Daygame timez!! I love it.
But it turned into a disaster. No hotties in my usual haunts. I need to start doing some walking street approaches me thinks if that is to be the situation. Not ideal but hey needs must.
Still got a new capo for my guitar, which I promptly left at a girls house that night. Bummer.
Anyway reason for this post, apart from to keep up consistancy is some new mindsets that have settled in for me now:
- I literally see everyone around me as 5 years old. Wierd, but I have no social fear at all now. Nothing. I really don't care what people think of me. I really do feel that its retarded to give a fuck.
- AA doesn't exist anymore. I have no approach anxiety. The only anxiety I have is performance anxiety - pressure of my own expectations in set. I simply need to internalise a "let the chips fall where they may" attitude and I'm golden.
- I think the reason I think this way is because I've suddenly seen that the image people see of me is largely false. They really don't know me. Thus they aren't rejecting me, but something external to me. It affects me the same way it affects me when a prospect rejects my product in my job. I don't give a fuck.
- I never used to feel like a "fun" guy, but I watched a clip of Tim's transformation clip about being the party and it clicked for me. I now feel like I'm having the most fun out of anyone anywhere I go and girls would be lucky to be part of my party. This was my biggest sticking point from bootcamp - I wasn't a positive guy. I am now. And I'm fun. Yeah!
Peace
Tuesday 13 April 2010
Daygame timez!! I love it.
But it turned into a disaster. No hotties in my usual haunts. I need to start doing some walking street approaches me thinks if that is to be the situation. Not ideal but hey needs must.
Still got a new capo for my guitar, which I promptly left at a girls house that night. Bummer.
Anyway reason for this post, apart from to keep up consistancy is some new mindsets that have settled in for me now:
- I literally see everyone around me as 5 years old. Wierd, but I have no social fear at all now. Nothing. I really don't care what people think of me. I really do feel that its retarded to give a fuck.
- AA doesn't exist anymore. I have no approach anxiety. The only anxiety I have is performance anxiety - pressure of my own expectations in set. I simply need to internalise a "let the chips fall where they may" attitude and I'm golden.
- I think the reason I think this way is because I've suddenly seen that the image people see of me is largely false. They really don't know me. Thus they aren't rejecting me, but something external to me. It affects me the same way it affects me when a prospect rejects my product in my job. I don't give a fuck.
- I never used to feel like a "fun" guy, but I watched a clip of Tim's transformation clip about being the party and it clicked for me. I now feel like I'm having the most fun out of anyone anywhere I go and girls would be lucky to be part of my party. This was my biggest sticking point from bootcamp - I wasn't a positive guy. I am now. And I'm fun. Yeah!
Peace
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Monday 19 April 2010
So, the weekend was a complete letdown. I'm now skint as I'm off to Paris on Thursday for a weekend with a girl. So I pretty much bummed around. Tried to do some daygame on Sunday but my usual locations were dead as fuck.
So, today I decided to hit up town and do some walking street sets. I've found this very awkward before, I tend to lose my frame and I have massive worries about the logistics of the situation.
It took my an hour and a half to find a set that I percieved to be openable. Two girls on Carnaby street. I fit, 1 not. It opened well and we chatted for some time. I really cannot remember the details of the convo, but turns out they were fashion students up in London for a day - they were from Southhampton. I didn't number close cos I really couldn't see the point.
That sounds rather negative, but it was actually a really good thing for me. Walking street sets, particularly 2 girls rather than 1. Comfort zone expanded. Yes!
I really need to push my comfort zone more and start doing it more consistantly.
Plus points
1) Pushed my comfort zone.
2) Once again, nothing bad happened and my fears were unfounded
Areas to work on
1) Consistancy in opening - I miss too many sets
2) Walking back towards girls I've missed and not just saying "oh well I've missed them now".
So, the weekend was a complete letdown. I'm now skint as I'm off to Paris on Thursday for a weekend with a girl. So I pretty much bummed around. Tried to do some daygame on Sunday but my usual locations were dead as fuck.
So, today I decided to hit up town and do some walking street sets. I've found this very awkward before, I tend to lose my frame and I have massive worries about the logistics of the situation.
It took my an hour and a half to find a set that I percieved to be openable. Two girls on Carnaby street. I fit, 1 not. It opened well and we chatted for some time. I really cannot remember the details of the convo, but turns out they were fashion students up in London for a day - they were from Southhampton. I didn't number close cos I really couldn't see the point.
That sounds rather negative, but it was actually a really good thing for me. Walking street sets, particularly 2 girls rather than 1. Comfort zone expanded. Yes!
I really need to push my comfort zone more and start doing it more consistantly.
Plus points
1) Pushed my comfort zone.
2) Once again, nothing bad happened and my fears were unfounded
Areas to work on
1) Consistancy in opening - I miss too many sets
2) Walking back towards girls I've missed and not just saying "oh well I've missed them now".
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Tuesday 27 April 2010
Times of love. Paris was fucking amazing, omg so many hot girls. I was kicking myself for going with a bird cos if not I would have been a machine. It was like "hot girl, go...oh fuck I can't. shit. hot girl, oh fuck." all the way down the Champs Elysee.
Next time I go Paris alone!
Anyway, desperate to get back into the swing of things I hit up town for daygame times of love. My goal is to do 5 sets a day everyday for, well, for a long time. I really need to embed this as an identity, not something that I do twice a week but something I am every day. As I work I only really do nightgame on weekends, so its a lot of daygame for me me thinks.
I walk around for about half an hour missing many opportunities on the streets - oftentimes I tell myself they are not hot enough which is my biggest bullshit excuse.Eventually I walk past one girl standing by the tube. I force myself to turn around and go back and open. She seems bemused and then tells me her boyfriend is coming. She tells me she admires my balls. Should have told her that she should admire my cock as well. lol. next time.
Next one in the record store about 5 minutes later. Hot blonde looking at the cds. Like model hot. Suck it up.
"Excuse me, do you know what time it is?"
No she replies.
"Well, its hammer time" :-)
She just carries on looking at CDs and looks slightly confused. So I stick my hand out and introduce myself.
Her literal response - "Oh no, no"
Wierd. I just say "fair enough" and bail. I think next time I should push it a bit more in a light hearted way.
Whatever, good to have happened. More indifference to rejection gathered.
Next one was up on an extremely busy shopping street. Wanted to do a difficult logistical approach as these always phased me, so approached a girl about to cross the road. She stays for a little bit, but I fuck the vibe of this by going direct as a way of justifying my approach. So she leaves.
I decide that I'm not really having too much fun and I need to be a lot more light-hearted with my approaches. I've also started using the openers as a means of impression not expression hence they aren't hooking. So I mix it up.
Next one just down the road I open with "Excusez moi. Parlez-vous Francais?" She says a little, but then I fuck it by saying "me neither I just thought you were hot and wanted to meet you". The reason I say I fucked it is because I am saying this laughing - it comes across like a cocky bit of fun approach and so her response in kind is to laugh and say "I like your approach" before walking off. Like it was a bit of silly fun and not a real attempt to pick her up. I don't give a fuck whether you like my approach love. Grrr.
So, next one just 1 minute late two blonde girls. Open with the french opener. They say no, so I laugh and say "me neither". It hooks. Turns out they are swedish here until saturday. I qualify, get the number, chat a bit more and let them on their way to Topshop.
Final one was just in the station, but she had to jump on her phone cos she was meeting her friend. Fuck it.
- 6 approaches today. One more than set, so good times :-)
- 1 phone number. We shall see how that goes. All my numbers from daygame have been flakes, even the instadate. Hmm.
- That said, practice makes perfect. I now know in my heart of hearts that if I keep this up I can't avoid being fucking good at this.
- I can feel the social conditioning dropping off me day by day
- Lessons 1 - be the party all the time. Have fun with it.
- Lesson 2 - don't do direct
- Lesson 3 - no excuses. Open.
I've got some logistical situations that I still want to do that make me nervous. Fear is my compass, so I will be putting myself in the following daygame situations sooner rather than later:
-Busy (rush hour) Tube approaches - i.e. walking across a silent, packed carriage and opening in full view and earshot of everyone
-Mixed sets (daytime)
-Street sets in front of my work colleagues - I particularly want to get blown out in front of them. Need to deal with that fear.
Times of love. Paris was fucking amazing, omg so many hot girls. I was kicking myself for going with a bird cos if not I would have been a machine. It was like "hot girl, go...oh fuck I can't. shit. hot girl, oh fuck." all the way down the Champs Elysee.
Next time I go Paris alone!
Anyway, desperate to get back into the swing of things I hit up town for daygame times of love. My goal is to do 5 sets a day everyday for, well, for a long time. I really need to embed this as an identity, not something that I do twice a week but something I am every day. As I work I only really do nightgame on weekends, so its a lot of daygame for me me thinks.
I walk around for about half an hour missing many opportunities on the streets - oftentimes I tell myself they are not hot enough which is my biggest bullshit excuse.Eventually I walk past one girl standing by the tube. I force myself to turn around and go back and open. She seems bemused and then tells me her boyfriend is coming. She tells me she admires my balls. Should have told her that she should admire my cock as well. lol. next time.
Next one in the record store about 5 minutes later. Hot blonde looking at the cds. Like model hot. Suck it up.
"Excuse me, do you know what time it is?"
No she replies.
"Well, its hammer time" :-)
She just carries on looking at CDs and looks slightly confused. So I stick my hand out and introduce myself.
Her literal response - "Oh no, no"
Wierd. I just say "fair enough" and bail. I think next time I should push it a bit more in a light hearted way.
Whatever, good to have happened. More indifference to rejection gathered.
Next one was up on an extremely busy shopping street. Wanted to do a difficult logistical approach as these always phased me, so approached a girl about to cross the road. She stays for a little bit, but I fuck the vibe of this by going direct as a way of justifying my approach. So she leaves.
I decide that I'm not really having too much fun and I need to be a lot more light-hearted with my approaches. I've also started using the openers as a means of impression not expression hence they aren't hooking. So I mix it up.
Next one just down the road I open with "Excusez moi. Parlez-vous Francais?" She says a little, but then I fuck it by saying "me neither I just thought you were hot and wanted to meet you". The reason I say I fucked it is because I am saying this laughing - it comes across like a cocky bit of fun approach and so her response in kind is to laugh and say "I like your approach" before walking off. Like it was a bit of silly fun and not a real attempt to pick her up. I don't give a fuck whether you like my approach love. Grrr.
So, next one just 1 minute late two blonde girls. Open with the french opener. They say no, so I laugh and say "me neither". It hooks. Turns out they are swedish here until saturday. I qualify, get the number, chat a bit more and let them on their way to Topshop.
Final one was just in the station, but she had to jump on her phone cos she was meeting her friend. Fuck it.
- 6 approaches today. One more than set, so good times :-)
- 1 phone number. We shall see how that goes. All my numbers from daygame have been flakes, even the instadate. Hmm.
- That said, practice makes perfect. I now know in my heart of hearts that if I keep this up I can't avoid being fucking good at this.
- I can feel the social conditioning dropping off me day by day
- Lessons 1 - be the party all the time. Have fun with it.
- Lesson 2 - don't do direct
- Lesson 3 - no excuses. Open.
I've got some logistical situations that I still want to do that make me nervous. Fear is my compass, so I will be putting myself in the following daygame situations sooner rather than later:
-Busy (rush hour) Tube approaches - i.e. walking across a silent, packed carriage and opening in full view and earshot of everyone
-Mixed sets (daytime)
-Street sets in front of my work colleagues - I particularly want to get blown out in front of them. Need to deal with that fear.
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Wednesday 28 April 2010
Hmmm. Went out for drinks tonight with a uni mate of mine and some of his pals. Ended up getting quite drunk and in some random bar in Covent Garden.
The swedish girls from yesterday text me saying they were coming to the bar and might see me there. Good times.
I jumped straight into set with some girl sitting down watching the band, opens great. Smile times of love. Chat shit. All good. And then she gets really pissy and says our conversation is over. I really have no idea what I said, I've got to record my approaches I think cos this happens a LOT. Might have been when I tried to bring her to the bar. Who knows.
So, I leave.
Next up I see the swedish girls walk in. I rock over and say hello. They are rather quiet and their other friends are looking at me wierdly. I try and talk to them whilst they are sitting down but they are more interested in ordering drinks. I think personally that I shouldn;t have rocked over straight away and definately should have just sucked it up and stayed in set.
Straight afterwards I rock past this blonde girl and pull her in. Good banter and pull her to the bar. Her friend then rocks over, I intro myself but she is saying that blondeys brother wants her back over with him. I try to deal with it but it doesn't end up happening.
Rock around the bar and open these two girls standing there drinking. I'm flirting with my girl, I go for the brush and lead and immediately she pulls back when I grab her hand. I know exactly what that means, married or boyfriend. She shows me the ring.
Move on!
Finally, I open these two girls around the other side of the bar, again sitting down. I chat shit, as per usual. I decide to bring one of the guys from our group into the conversation as its falling a bit flat in my mind. He's from Essex and seems to be quite a natural despite some errant beliefs on girls are impressed if you tell them how much money you make. As soon as I walk him over I literally see the two girls look at him then each other and go "hes soo hot".
So, he rocks in with these chodey questions and lame crap and they are just lapping it up. I get severely deflated and I'm completely eclipsed. I stand there in silence and I just walk away. It just hit me like a punch in the solar plexus. He is not particularly good looking or big, or cool. But he obviously had something going for him. And I couldn't see what it was. Soooo frustrating!!!
Its like 1am and I need to go to work tomorrow so I bail home. On the way home I'm pretty much wallowing in self-pity. Ended up feeling pretty angry and bitter towards women and this whole thing in particular. I know I'm an awesome guy, but it frustrates me cos women don't seem to see it.
Anyway, I know deep down that this was just a knee-jerk reaction to a bad night and sure enough at time of writing now I'm completely indifferent to it. Lessons learnt. La di da.
:-)
- keeping up the habit of approaching everyday
- stop getting so drunk
- record approaches to identify vibes or words I'm using to create such turnarounds in good sets
- More persistance, stay the fuck in set longer.
Hmmm. Went out for drinks tonight with a uni mate of mine and some of his pals. Ended up getting quite drunk and in some random bar in Covent Garden.
The swedish girls from yesterday text me saying they were coming to the bar and might see me there. Good times.
I jumped straight into set with some girl sitting down watching the band, opens great. Smile times of love. Chat shit. All good. And then she gets really pissy and says our conversation is over. I really have no idea what I said, I've got to record my approaches I think cos this happens a LOT. Might have been when I tried to bring her to the bar. Who knows.
So, I leave.
Next up I see the swedish girls walk in. I rock over and say hello. They are rather quiet and their other friends are looking at me wierdly. I try and talk to them whilst they are sitting down but they are more interested in ordering drinks. I think personally that I shouldn;t have rocked over straight away and definately should have just sucked it up and stayed in set.
Straight afterwards I rock past this blonde girl and pull her in. Good banter and pull her to the bar. Her friend then rocks over, I intro myself but she is saying that blondeys brother wants her back over with him. I try to deal with it but it doesn't end up happening.
Rock around the bar and open these two girls standing there drinking. I'm flirting with my girl, I go for the brush and lead and immediately she pulls back when I grab her hand. I know exactly what that means, married or boyfriend. She shows me the ring.
Move on!
Finally, I open these two girls around the other side of the bar, again sitting down. I chat shit, as per usual. I decide to bring one of the guys from our group into the conversation as its falling a bit flat in my mind. He's from Essex and seems to be quite a natural despite some errant beliefs on girls are impressed if you tell them how much money you make. As soon as I walk him over I literally see the two girls look at him then each other and go "hes soo hot".
So, he rocks in with these chodey questions and lame crap and they are just lapping it up. I get severely deflated and I'm completely eclipsed. I stand there in silence and I just walk away. It just hit me like a punch in the solar plexus. He is not particularly good looking or big, or cool. But he obviously had something going for him. And I couldn't see what it was. Soooo frustrating!!!
Its like 1am and I need to go to work tomorrow so I bail home. On the way home I'm pretty much wallowing in self-pity. Ended up feeling pretty angry and bitter towards women and this whole thing in particular. I know I'm an awesome guy, but it frustrates me cos women don't seem to see it.
Anyway, I know deep down that this was just a knee-jerk reaction to a bad night and sure enough at time of writing now I'm completely indifferent to it. Lessons learnt. La di da.
:-)
- keeping up the habit of approaching everyday
- stop getting so drunk
- record approaches to identify vibes or words I'm using to create such turnarounds in good sets
- More persistance, stay the fuck in set longer.
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Another day, another lay!
Went out in Clapham to meet some friends I'm off to Ibiza with.
I'm feeling good despite the heavy drinking sessions the 2 previous nights.
What I'm lacking in though is social momentum and I'm being an absolute pussy as I sit on the train surrounded by people and not talking to anyone. Then some guy sits next to me and just starts blabbing away. Awesome.
My biggest sticking point at the moment is my lack of consistancy in behaviour. Sometimes I'm sexworthy guy,sometimes I'm chode.
Irritating.
Anyway, I arrive in Clapham and get to the bar. Its pretty funky inside an start chatting away to friends and a few people around me.
We swiflly move on to another, more lively abode just next door. I get a drink and start chatting up this blonde girl at the bar. Running my mouth off, she loves it - naturally. But then she leaves with her drinks, so I get mine then rejoin my friends.
I see her again as she walks past and I say hi, but I don't follow up. Even my female friend berates me, this is not like you she says. Its true, I don't know whats happening to me.
I need to be assertive about positive shit, I'm doing a good thing for everyone by being the sexworthy guy - the closer.
Anyway I go to the toilet and as I walk up the stairs I throw out some random comment about loving this bar to the group of girls ahead of me. They agree and one of them hooks.
I'm not gonna lie, this girl wasn't that hot - a 6 probably. But it was so obviously on, I couldn't just leave it. Get some drinks and introduce her to my friends, she does the same with me.
Swop numbers and then she had to go to the club. She invites me along and I tell her I might do in a little bit.
By this point one of my mates cannot stand anymore - she is pissed and walking around in huge heels so she wants to go home. Its like 11.40pm. Everyone else decides to call it a night.
I have a choice to make. I can either call it a night or go to the club alone.
The choice is made for me when the girl texts me asking if I'm coming. This bird is gagging for cock.
I rock up and find her within like 5 minutes.
Then its literally a babysitting game. Get some drinks and just sit there chatting for about an hour and a half.
I've got a huge love bite on my neck from a fuck buddy the other night so I get some shit for that. Classic tests:
"your a player"
"I'm not having sex with you"
Hahaha.
Start seeding the pull using alcohol as a reason - "what booze have you got at yours?" (thanks Brad)
She doesn't have any so I mention the crates of wine we have at mine cos of a house party (total bullshit).
Eventually I say adventure times, get our coats and get a taxi. She continues to give me shit in the cab, saying that I'm playing hard to get. Nope love, just not that interested in you.
Into the house, shoes off. Upstairs, play her some Stephen Lynch and then clothes off.
She puts up some minor resistance then I just get my cock out and its all over.
Actually was really good sex, she was proper noisy and that really turns me on. Manage to blow my load twice in the space of an hour, whereas normally it would be once then fall asleep.
Those supplements I've been taking must be working :-)
Till next time
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