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December 5th, 2016
REVIEW: ATLANTA FREE TOUR, BOOTCAMP, & HOT SEAT (COURTESY OF TYLER)
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REVIEW: ATLANTA FREE TOUR, BOOTCAMP, & HOT SEAT (COURTESY OF TYLER)

Disclaimer: DO NOT READ THIS REVIEW UNLESS YOU WANT TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE BOOTCAMP ENTAILS. This is an extremely long BC review, and I am writing it to help me remember the events that happened. BC becomes a blur because you are forced to be as present AT ALL TIMES, so it's important (at least for me) to relive those moments to cement the lessons in my mind. I especially hope that Owen and Ray, as well as the other BC attendees, will get something out of this post (I love all of you guys, you fucking rock). If you just want to know the LESSONS, I've included the notes I typed after each night of BC.


Summary: Bootcamp and Hot Seat were fucking amazing and well worth the money. Period. If you want to read a negative bootcamp review, please look elsewhere. I'm a positive person, and, therefore, I only focus on things that bring value into my life. If you happen to read this post in its entirety, I am going to tell you exactly what happened to me, precisely what I observed Owen doing in-field, and the important lessons I learned from each experience.

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Introduction: I am not new to the theories behind pickup and attraction. Seven years ago, when I was 20 years old, I attended bootcamp with Papa and Owen shortly after RSD was formed. It was an amazing experience for me, especially since I was at a very impressionable age when I took the BC. Since that time, I have done some amazing things with my life (pickup-wise as well as professionally). I wrote a 3 year post-bootcamp review after The Game was published. You're welcome to read it; I'm including a link to the ASF archived post: http://www.fastseduction.com/cgi-bin/search.cgi?action=retrieve&grp=10&m...


I decided to take a bootcamp because I felt like I was hitting a wall. I have had incredible success with 7-9's. However, I have come to a point where I'm attracting girls that I don't want, and the girls I do want are not attracted to me with consistency. The RSD bootcamp is full-on professional now; they send you a complete packet with a tactical manual, notes, and instructions for preparing for BC. The instructors also e-mail you and request a detailed list of what you hope to gain from the experience. I feel that this last part is key to the experience, and I spent a long time filling out the form explaining the above. It paid off too: I felt that Owen's instructions to me were SPECIFICALLY TAILORED to help me realize what was causing this wall and how move past it.


FREE TOUR: The Free Tour event was an awesome way to start off the bootcamp. I met some people from the Atlanta scene while we waited for Owen to get the set-up going. Owen is an amazing public speaker, and, in person, he acts exactly like he does in the video content he posts. Owen has multiple dimensions to his personality; he can come off as chilled out, overly dramatic, super-psyched, or incredibly intellectual. In fact, in case you didn’t realize this, the way that Owen presents information in the Free Tour (and Blueprint/Foundations) is exactly the same way he fluff-talks girls and mixed sets. I would go as far as to say that you CANNOT learn everything he knows by simply reading his material (as awesome as it is). Just like children learn from how their parents ACT and not what they SAY, there is a certain magic to watching him in action. I am positive that this is why the instructor system RSD has in place works so well—it’s not so much the content of the information as the example the instructors set. In short, if you’re reading this post and have prior knowledge of a Free Tour event, you are fucking stupid if you don’t attend. I don’t care if you’re a hater and think that Owen is the fucking devil because he tooled some semi-famous dude in a super-biased best-seller novel—these guys are amazing with women, and, FOR THAT REASON ALONE, you should make an effort to see them in person.



BOOTCAMP DAY 1: Directly after the Free Tour event, Owen sits the three of us down, and we introduce ourselves to each other. The students: me (K), D, and W. Ray is Owen’s intern, and he’s kind of a country bouncer-looking dude, super chill and cool. Ray took a BC with Nathan in Austin, so his commentary during the entire event was extremely useful.


D has traveled all the way from Sweden to see Owen. He is only 21 but looks older for his age and is a very good-looking guy. He is super-present, and, during the course of BC, we learn that he’s led a pretty rough life that has made him fearless. While I started out as a super-nerd and slowly became ultra-calibrated through my experiences, D is still young and is having trouble not pissing girls off because he’s such an in-your-face beast of passion.


W’s story is slightly different—more of a newbie, he relates that most of his friends just get drunk at the bar and never talk to anyone, and he has trouble finding role-models that are awesome with women. I hope each of these guys posts a review; they are well-adjusted gentlemen, and it’s important to point out that none of us are value-leecher, pervert, or cave troll. It’s apparent from the beginning that everyone there is a loving dude who’s just trying to figure out how NOT to weird people out and give them the awesome experience of having met us. I’ve gotten the impression that Owen has designed his Bootcamp for the mainstream—there are no secret tactics to be learned, there’s not a magic way to fuck every girl on the planet, and the major lesson is that it’s the JOURNEY that’s fun, important, and valuable. It is NOT the end result of winning the Nobel peace prize for banging the most chicks.


The focus for DAY 1 is the APPROACH. Owen tells us that you must go in with INTENT. Intent is defined as clarity in your thoughts, words, and actions (and he makes us recite this like 10 times to nerve-staple the importance of this into our brains). He gives us examples of simple, intent-filled approaches. It was especially valuable when he demonstrated this ON us, to give us a sense of what the girls SHOULD be feeling (they should feel surprised, caught off guard, excited, and attracted by your approach). In fact, if you’re approaching while simultaneously trying NOT to infringe on someone’s space, this act is WEIRDER than if you go full-force, HI I’M THE MOTHERFUCKING KOOL-AID MAN, OH YEAH!!!!! This makes sense on so many levels, because if you go in half-assed you immediately communicate that you’re a and a value-taker. It’s just obvious that you’re afraid of her because she has more value you than you, and you come off as a value-taker because you’re blatantly approaching her for her higher value.


The second lesson is FREEDOM FROM OUTCOME. As off-the-wall as it sounds, Owen says that the secret to life is INTENT + FREEDOM FROM OUTCOME. The reasoning is simple: if you try to take what you want, without your emotions being affected by whether or not you actually get it, you will not have a state-crash (due to dashed expectations) and you will come off as an abundance minded guy (because you realize that your life won’t be changed by not getting the desired result; i.e. you don’t GIVE A FUCK whether or not your approach works).


The third DAY 1 lesson is SOCIAL MOMENTUM. Social momentum is the theory that: (1) every night begins with you feeling weird approaching people; (2) as the night progresses, you first pass the INDIFFERENCE THRESHOLD; and (3) after more and more approaching, you then pass a COMPULSION THRESHOLD (this is an actual fucking feeling you can consciously recognize). What basically happens is this: after you approach a lot, and get your state pumped, it no longer feels weird to approach—the OPPOSSITE happens, you feel COMPELLED to approach because it is completely normal and congruent to the way you have been acting the entire night. Owen taught us how to reach the compulsion threshold quickly. You first have to realize that BLOWOUTS ARE GOING TO HAPPEN, THEY ARE NORMAL, and THEY ARE HILARIOUSLY ABSURD. When you learn to be amused by the blowout, you are then in a position where your state is actually AMPLIFIED by the rejection. This is fucking massive, and if you don’t realize the importance of this lesson then a bootcamp will not help you because you are mentally retarded and should be sterilized.


DAY 1 SETS: We first went to a bar in Atlanta called the Tongue and Groove, and pretty much stayed there the entire night until the Pull. Here are the important sets worth remembering. In general, Owen commented that he always starts out slow and sloppy. It’s better to begin the night with HIGH ENERGY and fucking INYOURFACE randomness because you can always go back and re-introduce yourself to those sets in a chill manner. It’s harder to enter with low energy and then turn into a champ (but it can be done, he called this last one: going-chode then explode, and Ryan gave a good example of this during the Hot Seat).


Nice Cougars: There was a 3 set, 2 cougars with a gay friend. This set opened extremely well, and everyone was very receptive to small talk. Besides being cool people, this set was important for 1 reason; Owen later taught me that, after a rejection, if you’re state falters a little you can reinitiate previous sets so that: (1) you’re talking to people and not milling around, and (2) you’re allowing your state to slowly return to the pre-blowout level of state.


NASDAQ: Owen spots a 2-set at a table and tells me he has an awesome opener for me. The girl is a straight-up 9.5, and normally I would be very nervous to talk to her. She’s chatting on her phone, and I go in super-high energy and go: “Are you checking the NASDAQ? Are you a financier? Are your STOCKS doing really well? NO?? Then are you FACEBOOK STALKING ME?” and she cannot stop giggling and puts her phone down. I grab her hand, introduce myself, and pull her out of the chair (and then I sit down in it). She starts hitting me, pulls me up, and I immediately grab her around the waist, lift her up, and spin her around (the Spin Hug). I put my arms around her neck and we chat for a while. I tell her I want to put a baby in her tummy (Owen uses variations of this line and similarly sexual phrases). One awesome thing that Owen does is speak to a girl’s GENETICS. For example, the baby comment. He also comments about her features, “Nice eyes, show’s good breeding,” “You have the mane of a fine stallion,” etc. He also does whole ‘routines’ on this topic, about how girls should be looking for the best SEED. She can’t get enough of what I’m telling her. I literally feel like there’s a cool connection going on, and I eject telling her I’ll be back later to DANCE. I do initiate later after the Blowout State-Collapse (see below).


German girl/Champagne Room of the Bizarre: Owen tells me I need to approach with more intent, and tells me to grab this blond girl’s hand as she’s walking by. I feel myself hesitating (as I’m doing it, I feel my hand jerk back spontaneously out of FEAR, and I MAKE myself do it). I grab her hand, pull her back to me, and introduce myself. She’s not having any of it, and I engage her friend to hold the group. Owen wings with me, and takes over the German girl (because she’s reacting rather poorly to me, probably because I approached showing a little fear). I fluff talk her friend. Owen is acting kind of like an idiot (a line he often uses is “My mom tells me I’m very good-looking, but I’m kind of an idiot.”); he’s talking to the German girl in a Borat-impersonation and tells her he’s from Turkmenistan (or something). She looks like she’s in a state of shock, pull away (but still holding Owen’s hand, oddly enough). This is one of the first times I witnessed Owen’s sheer persistence—he literally would not stop accosting this poor girl, and, while verbally denying any association and even physically trying to walk away in a half-assed manner, she’s still LISTENING to Owen, smiling, and giggling. D has been in set with some black chicks, and pulls us (and our set) into a champagne room telling the black chicks that we’re male strippers (D REALLY likes black girls ). Through the fluff talk, I’m speaking to my girl in a chill manner (in direct contrast to Owen, kind of felt a good-cop/bad-cop vibe going on), and I find out that she knows people from my hometown.


After a while, I look up, and allow me to set the scene that meets my eyes: Owen is telling the blond German girl that she has a Hitler haircut (and her face is complete shock and awe, aka deer-in-headlights) yelling at her “Seig-heil!!” multiple times and similar bullshit in a mock-Borat voice, a black chick is giving Ray a bootylicious lap-dance and he has this super-happy “I’m a fucking pimp” grin on his face, one of the other black girls is dancing on the stripper-pole, and D is literally dry-fucking this black girl in the corner (her legs splayed out spread-eagle wrapped around him). This is probably one of the most bizarre experiences I’ve personally witnessed, and it is just an example of the kind of crazy shit that happened to us in our sets (even though this review is long as fuck, it is impossible for me to remember every bizarrely awesome thing that happened during the trip).


Reversal of Weirdness: Another cool set was 2 Black Chicks leaning against a wall talking to each other. Owen told me to go in and double claw both around the neck. I do so, and one of the black chicks gives me a surprised “eat-shit-and-please-go-away” look. While her initial reaction is really bad, I was able to turn the set around, and this was a pretty cool experience for me.


The Blowout State-Collapse: Owen tells me to try to kiss this chick I had ejected earlier. Of course I hesitate, look at her face and say something stupid like, “Hey, I’d like to kiss you.” She looks really annoyed/pissed/scared and tells me she has a BF. My state is hit hard by this. Owen immediately spots a two-set leaning against a table, one is talking on the phone. This looks like a rough set for me, but I tap-tap one on the shoulder, and get blown off immediately. I return to Owen and he says, “Go in again.” Something in me says “Fuck no, this is stupid” but I do so anyway, only to receive another rejection. Owen tells me, “Go in again. Do not leave until you make them run away.” I’m really pissed by this command, but I do it anyway. I lean in and just ask them stupid questions over and over again, “What are you drinking? Are you having fun? What’s your name?” and finally they look at each other, give me a dismissive wave and one says, “Let’s get out of here.”


So, this is a huge turning point for me, and let me explain why. I have spent my entire 20’s learning how to be good with people, how to NOT be the fucking weirdo who scares people off. I am super-calibrated, and I can usually tell what someone is feeling in any given situation. To actually sit there and intentionally scare someone away is something that my entire physiology and brain-wiring rejects, HARDCORE. To say that I “lost state” after this interaction is a drastic understatement; I felt like a complete and utter douche. I think Owen can tell that I’m pretty sad, he comes over and goes, “Alright, awesome. If you they had still been here when I came back, you would have failed.” Owen trots off into the bar scene, and I am left by myself wondering what the fuck just happened. Two questions pop into my mind: (1) why did he have me do this, and, more importantly, (2) why do I feel like such a shit? The answer is quite simple—I shouldn’t feel like shit, they were being bitches and all I did was ask them some questions. Be that as it may, I do not recover from this. In fact, as Owen suggested, I re-approach sets from earlier and they still FLOP like fuck. For instance, I approach the German-girl set, and EVEN THOUGH I knew friends of theirs, I was still so boring that they walked away. I approached the NASDAQ set again, and I was dismissed within 15 seconds of opening them again. This isn’t because I suck, it’s because my state was utterly FUBAR so I was approaching as a value-taker (because I wanted them to up my state to make me feel better). I didn’t realize this immediately; my brain was FRIED but I knew that I would have to rest in order to fully understand the situation.


In short, I become a complete spectator, socially paralyzed by my emotions. However, almost as if it were fate, this situation allows me to watch Owen do something so absolutely amazing that if this wasn’t one of the best fucking demonstrations he’s ever given then I will never post on this forum again out of abject deference.


The Pull: I see Owen standing by the VIP room, and a 10 walks by on her way out of the bathroom. Owen grabs her hand as she’s walking past, turns her around and gets right in her face. He then pushes her away, almost swatting at her while backing up. He looks her up and down, says something, then backs off a little bit more. She leans in to say something into his ear, Owen looks off to the side like he’s unimpressed. He delivers a spin-hug and holds her in the air while he talks to her for a while. He backs into a ledge and pulls the girl onto his lap. They chat for a little bit with her sitting on his lap. He then pushes her off of him, and she starts to leave. Instead of re-initiating, Owen sits there, on the ledge and DOES NOT MOVE. The girl walks away a little bit, turns around to see Owen unmoving yet staring at her with full presence. The 10 starts to DANCE IN PLACE for like 7 minutes, in a way so it’s almost like it’s for Owen’s enjoyment (probably I perceived it this way because he’s obviously full-on admiring her). Owen then grabs her hand and says, “Yo, we’re going over here” and leads her to the bar. At the bar, she becomes bitchy (it’s obvious from her facial expressions and the flippant way that Owen is pelting her face with ice). He also says to her, “How long have you like assholes? Is it ever since your daddy molested you as a child?” and she finds this hilarious. Owen later explained why lines like this work on 10’s—they’ve never seen negative social pressure, so when they hear these crass lines they don’t interpret them as mean, they perceive them as funny because THEY’VE NEVER HEARD THIS BEFORE.


The following appeared so surreal to Ray and me that we were absolutely stunned. An objectively hot girl that Owen had gamed earlier in the night strides forward over to him and taps him on the shoulder. He dismisses her a little, and continues talking to the 10. The girl then becomes forceful, basically yelling something at Owen and then starts to PULL HIS ARM over her shoulder to try to physically drag him off of the barstool. I can only imagine what this looked like to the 10 he was talking to, but Owen said the 10, “You have nothing to worry about. This is ugly. She’s just jealous.” Such was her need for validation, she did not stop for like 5 minutes. Eventually after goading Tyler for an annoyingly long amount of time, he gets up and follows the girl who’d been pulling on his arm. D was kicked out of the club for accosting some short guy who happened to be working there. Ray, W and I leave the bar to join D outside. Owen comes outside briefly and says he’ll be right back. 5 minutes later, he walks out with the 10 on his arm. Owen yells, “MAGGIES, we’re going to MAGGIES. Where the fuck is Maggies? Ray, take us to Maggies.” The 10 doesn’t put up much resistance, Owen walks ahead of her. She asks me to hold her drink (which she just walked out of the bar with). We have a short walk, and the 10 gets an attitude. Owen basically says, “Bitch, be cool” and variations of this until we get to the car. Problem: Ray’s car seats 5, and she doesn’t want to get in. She asks me to share a cab with her or some bullshit, and I kind of don’t know what to do. Owen yells at us to “Get in the fucking car” and I quickly remember the 1 rule of bootcamp (always do what your instructor tells you to do) so I get in the fucking car. She doesn’t want to go, Owen tells her repeatedly “Get in the front seat. Get in the car. Now. You can sit on my lap. We’re going to Maggies. Get in the car. Don’t you want to go to Maggies? Get in the fucking car.” And finally she tells Owen to scoot over and hops in.


As we are bolting from the parking garage, she says, “What the fuck is wrong with your car, what is sticking up my ass?” Owen says, “Yo, that’s my dick. Be careful with it.” Pretty funny shit, especially since its really her hairspray. Owen lays back with complete indifference while she’s a COMPLETE bitch. He commands her to “Be nice to my friends” numerous times, because she has a pretty horrible attitude. During the course of the car-ride, she tells Owen repeatedly that “He’s in trouble.” In response, he just pulls her hair. Later, Owen said that she’s really trying to say, “I want to fuck you,” but this is against her social programming because she’s in a car with 5 random stranger dudes.


We finally get to the next bar, which is dead, and she and Owen chill. Owen is completely unattached to outcome while he lays back on a couch and games her from an almost-reclined position. One of her chode orbiters pops in (definitely looked like he could work at Best Buy Geek Squad) and cops an attitude. She says that she’ll come back to the hotel with us, but tells Owen that he’ll probably have to invite her friend. He settles for the number, and we peace out for debrief.


Day 1 Debrief: I need to have a black heart, as in scorched earth motherfucker. I need to stop letting myself be approval seeking in any way, whatsoever. I need to realize that the connections I think that I’m making with people are actually just constructs that only exist IN MY HEAD. I should just let the girls make the connections in HER head, and it’s all somewhat arbitrary anyway. Why should I give a fuck what a girl or what ANYONE thinks? Why should I let ANYONE affect my internal state? If they find it weird or disgusting, that should be FUNNY that I make them feel that way because I am fucking awesome.


The difference between gaming a 8-9 versus a 10? Status. If a 8 wants to fuck some guy, she’s going to pick the cute bouncer. A 10 CAN’T get validation from having sex with a bouncer. Why? The bouncer does not have as much STATUS as she does. How do you convey such status? HOLDING YOUR STATE FIRM IN FRONT OF A GIRL CONVEYS STATUS. You’re not nervous/afraid to get in a girl’s face, and by doing that you show that you don’t care. When you approach a girl, you stop her, get in her face and giver her NO WAY OUT. Give her NO OTHER OPTION except to talk to you. What does this convey? That you always get positive responses and you’re not expecting to get blown out—and if you do, it’s just funny. It’s actually by getting in her face, by infringing on the girl’s boundaries, that she finds you striking and becomes attracted.


Sometimes, Owen calls a girl out on her current emotional state, even if they are negative. He does this in a way so that she realizes that he knows what’s going on. For example, in a set with another student, he told a girl who was pissed, “I know you hate me right now…I get it girl. You look bored as fuck, disinterested, and highly dismissive. I know, I totally get it girl…” He didn’t do this to 10’s (he was actually trying to stall a girl so that W could get a girl’s phone number) but I can see how this is applicable.


MASSIVE paradigm shift for me: whereas before, I played the game so that I would “CONSERVE MY VALUE” and NOT LOSE, if I want to get 10’s I have to show them that their approval has little/no value for me. I need to be irreverent and implant thoughts in their brains of them doing dirty things to me, inception style. I realized that I need to stop focusing on what I imagine the girls to be like in my mind, and focus solely on being present and responding to what’s happening in the real world (as opposed to the world in my head).

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Bootcamp Day 2: I wake up refreshed and decide to actually do something with my day. I jump over to the High Museum of Art and spend about 2 hours in an exhibit they have featuring the later works of Dali. I’m passionate about art, and I fucking enjoy myself. I also sarge in the exhibit, just being talkative and being social; I start by consciously building up my social momentum for the day. One thing that stands out in the art is the way that Dali is so irreverent. For example, one surreal painting was entitled Fountain of Milk Flowing Uselessly on Three Shoes, and pictures a woman shooting breastmilk on the ground. All humans have irreverent thoughts, and, instead of being some chode who ignores or judges this fact, I came to the conclusion that one should learn to embrace the irreverent and become comfortable with it. During the exhibit, I happen to see the two nice cougars from Tongue and Groove, and we chat for a long time about art. I then hit up Lenox Mall, do a little shopping and more sarging and finally head over to the hotel to meet up with Owen and the crew.


The focus for Day 2 is PHYSICAL GAME. Owen teaches us a sequence for quick, natural physical escalation. The sequence is this: (1) hand spin, (2) hand clasp, (3) spin hug, (4) waltz, (5) eyes closed kiss, (6) neck bite, and (7) body rock. After this sequence, during the body rock, you can naturally connect with a girl while still being physical. Then it’s off to a club called Opera to attend the Armin van Buren concert. Apparently there are supposed to be a lot of European chicks there, whatever that means. There’s a fairly large cover, but this is where the turbo’s are supposed to be.


We get to Opera and it’s immediately apparent that something is wrong. The concert is actually a WHITE PARTY, and the other students and me are dressed in DARK colors. We stand out, blatantly so, and Owen tells us that he did this on purpose so that we will feel OSTRACIZED. Jokes on him though, during the entire night I just used this as a routine (e.g. telling chicks that my faggot friend didn’t tell me it was a white party on PURPOSE—this never failed to get some serious laughter and rapport).

Day 2 Sets:

Dicks: Another thing that becomes immediately obvious is that, while there are GORGEOUS women around, they are ALL in mixed sets and usually paired with a guy. Basically, since there was such a huge cover, the girl’s who were attending were often on dates with their BF’s. However, this did not stop us from having an awesome night, and, to be honest, this was a fantastic experience approaching mixed sets. Tyler tells me that this is one of strengths—I am calibrated and my first impression is non-threatening so I can easily talk to girls and calm down the guys (with some calibration) after the initial approach. I had been sarging all day, so my social momentum started out pretty stellar. I chat up the bartender before a lot of people arrive. There’s a 3 set (2 girls one guy) that Ray wings with me. Apparently, we conveyed a little too much of a threat because the dude and the girl comment that we were really “smooth” and “swooped” in. Tyler overhears this comment, comes over and asks, “Why do you automatically think my friends are hitting on you?” I eject (I have little tolerance for assholes), but Tyler and Ray were still talking to them for a while. It’s funny, because after we stopped talking to this 3-set (because they were being really dick) they talked to NOONE else the entire night. I like to imagine that, maybe on some unconscious level, they saw just how much fun we were having throughout the night and became mad jealous ;) I tried to approach them later (they looked bored) and while the girls were receptive, the dude was basically like, “No dude, don’t talk to us.” I had no problem ignoring the shit out of them after that, but Owen later told me I should have called him out.


Twins: Needless to say, a slight altercation ensues and a bouncer came over because the above dude was getting a little upset (Owen later said that it was obvious his ‘pain-body’ was acting up). I see that there’s a problem while I’m in another set (2 gorgeous TWINS), and I make a comment that I think my friends are in trouble. The girls know the bouncer, so they walk over with me to investigate further. By the time we get there, Owen has diffused the situation. I give Ray the accomplishment intro, and he wings me with the TWINS. Ray leaves for a little bit, and Owen wings the twins with me. We find out that they both have boyfriends. There’s a Dos Equis photo shoot going on, so we lead the girls over to get their photos taken. Afterward, Owen starts escalating with one of the twins, and I think that he ends up telling her that he “wants to take her outside and fuck her behind a dumpster” and other sordid shit. She’s a little frightened by this, and it was awesome to see Owen get blown out (even the pro’s sometimes make mistakes). One interesting thing that I noticed was the immediate calibration; after it was apparent that the girl was mad pissed, Owen apologized by saying, “I’m sorry, I was being a dick. Have a fun night.” However, there was no state crash after this event because it was just fucking hilarious.


Polish Cougars: Owen winged me with a 2-set of polish cougars; they were sisters. I got to run the entire physical escalation cascade on them, and they were useful to dance with and pump state between sets. They were very friendly, and both seemed really into us.


Russian 2-Set: Owen and I wing a Russian 2-set, both are fucking gorgeous. We try to take them to get their photos taken, and Owen’s girl is SUPER into it while my girl (the blond) is having none of it. Owen physically escalates with his and whispers some shit to say to the blond in my ear. I tell her I’m an abusive boyfriend and she better stay the fuck away from me. I tell her she should leave because I’m a terrible person. She just stands there with a stupid grin on her face. I man-handle her into the photo-shoot, Owen and his girl follow. It was messy, and when it becomes obvious that the set isn’t going very much farther, Owen steps in to game the blond. Owen says, “I just fucked 2 girls in the bathroom tonight and my friend fucked a girl this afternoon. Your literally means nothing to us!” and she just laughs and laughs (I would not believe this shit unless I saw it firsthand). This is what Owen calls the million-dollar mouthpiece, and it is just a full-on gangster type attitude toward women. This is only to be used on 10’s though, to show that you have some serious status. The mouth-piece is not to be used on lesser women unless you want to go to jail. Use with extreme prejudice.


Hired Gun: One of my favorite sets of the night was a hired gun, a short 9.5, selling blue shots. Owen tells me to go in and ask her how many smurfs she had to kill to get that bottle. I introduce myself and start fluffing her. I keep straight eye contact, and I can tell she is fucking attracted to me. Owen whispers into my ear to push her away. So I swat her back, and I tell her she needs to get back to work or her boss will get mad. She stays put. I tell her to go away, multiple times, and she just stands there giving me the eyes <O><O>. I fall in love. I want her. I eject as it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere (she’s not really contributing very much as she’s being a full-on spectator), but I let her know I’m going to find her later. I see her later and give her the middle finger. She frowns at me. I see her again, and grab my crotch and grunt at her. She laughs. At the end of the night, I see her as we’re leaving and I try to get her number. She just has this starstruck look on her face, but refuses to give me her digits. It’s funny, because I can tell she likes me a lot but there’s some reason I’m not getting her number. Owen later tells me that I still have some subtle approval-seeking behavior in me, and by this she could tell that I was outcome dependent. I have to remember to have a black heart so that whatever the girls do I stay unaffected (especially if they’re just standing there doing nothing except looking cute as fuck).


Marriage Destroyer: Another interesting set at the club was a 3-set (2 girls, 1 guy). The girls were like an 8 and a 7. Owen engaged the 8 while I physically escalated on the 7. By the end of the interaction, the guy was isolated and SUPER pissed. The 8 was married to this guy and is VERY physical with Owen, she basically reaches up to Owen’s head, pulls him in close and whispers to him that she married the wrong man while he is literally 3 feet away. What. The. Fuck.


Boyfriend Destroyer: We leave the club and head over to some bar that looks like it’s in a basement. I’m super-tired at this point, also probably experiencing a hit to my state, but Owen is on a fucking rampage. We enter the bar, and I go over to grab a drink. Owen starts talking to a 10 that’s in a 2-set, I see that the friend is a little bored so I start chatting her up. After a few minutes, my girl leaves to get a drink, but Owen sticks to his 10 for the next hour or so. She is so fine. Unfortunately there aren’t many girls in the bar, so at one point Ray + the other students sat on the couch and just stared at the STUNNA Owen was chatting. He moves her over close to the bar, and I go in to ‘get a water’ so I can listen to what is being said and observe first-hand. He basically tells her, in a completely deadpan manner, that he made out with 5 chicks and fucked a girl in the bathroom at the Armin van Buren concert, and all of them had boyfriends there at the show. In my opinion, the deadpan manner makes it seem like Owen is either A) joking or B) completely fucking serious (it does NOT come off like he’s bragging, by any stretch of the imagination). I think he does this to plant the seed that he’s sexual and completely serious about fucking her as soon as possible. By the end of their conversation, it’s apparent that (1) the girl has a boyfriend, (2) the girl really likes Tyler, and (3) she is repeatedly reiterating how much her boyfriend sucks. Her friend pulls her off of Owen, but that does little to stop him. He follows, engages the friend, and gets the girl’s number. Even after we leave the bar, Owen is relentless. He does NOT stop sarging the girls as they are walking down the street. Finally we head back to the hotel for the debrief.


Debrief Set: As we are debriefing, there is a group of 4 (2 guys, 2 girls) seated next to our debrief location. They get up to leave, and Owen initiates the set. The girls are opened as if they would fuck a can of Vienna sausages. I engage the other chick as I was seated right next to Tyler; she’s an older chick (maybe 30) but super hot. I don’t think I did that great of a job, but Owen and the other students said she was in to me. They turn around and Owen tells me to get up and get their number. The dudes that are with them are intimidatingly huge, and Owen sees that I’m retreating into my head. He forces me back into the set, and I say something stupid like, “Hey, we’re going to out to Atlanta tomorrow, let me get your number. Do you guys mind?” (asking the permission of the dudes). Then the dude says no problem and gives me his number. So, in short, I number closed a dude…Awesome. I should have asked for the number earlier, when the dudes weren’t engaged with us. Thus the lesson: sometimes its better to ask for the number earlier than wait for the opportune moment or end of the meeting—something might happen which fucks up your set.


Day 2 Debrief: I need to be aware of the “approval-body attack.” Girls can sense that moment’s hesitation when you WANT an outcome. The only solution is to embrace outcome independence. By pushing 10’s away, you show them that you’re not like other guys because you don’t give them the approval-seeking behavior they expect.


In reference to getting a girl’s number, Owen really doesn’t spend much time making “getting the number relevant.” I truly think this is awesome if you’re setting up a Day 2 with a girl you might want a relationship with, but if you’re just looking for a girl who’s DTF, this is largely not necessary.


Another lesson was massive: there is an element of randomness in whether or not a set will open and hook. Owen says this relates to a David D thought experiment—imagine that you’re at a casino with an unlimited amount of chips. If you walk by a slot machine that pays out with a very low frequency but has a huge jackpot, are you NOT going to put a chip in? Of course you will—there is never a legitimate reason not to approach a girl that you want to, you never know when even the hardest-seeming approaches will jackpot.

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Hot Seat: I will add my notes for the Hot Seat later if anyone is interested. I took very detailed notes. I am very intelligent. During Day 3 Bootcamp, I implemented so much shit I saw, it was crazy. The whole event gives you a crystal clear image of what pickup is like. After chilling with Owen for two days, I got a very good idea of what his game entails. Seeing the other instructor’s game was key, because I got to see the common elements of awesome game.  One of the biggest lessons from Hot Seat:  how to communicate as a man to a woman instead of as a friend to a friend.  This distinction is very subtle, and I believe you have to SEE this happen and have it pointed out to you if you're inexperienced.


After Hot Seat was over, I could not get the mantra out of my head: “I’m the boss. I’m the boss. I’m the motherfucking boss.”


Bootcamp Day 3: We get out to the club (we decide to go to Opera again) extremely late because Hot Seat lasted for an extremely long time. This was fortunate though because we got to see lots of in-field footage which is arguably just as beneficial as the bootcamp. Everyone is super hungry and tired though, and we try to find a 7/11 but no avail. I’m worried that this might hurt our game, so I ask Tyler if he has any suggestions for this. Owen says, “I used to be concerned about this too, but I’ve recognized that when I get boobies in my face I have no problem waking up.” Owen starts off a little slow and sloppy again, and he reiterates that the night is all about building momentum for the final 10. This is a surprisingly consistent and realistic approach to pickup.


Owen begins the night by blowing out the sets we’re in on purpose. I think he did this because he knew that the first night blowout fucking killed my state, and he wants to condition me not to give a fuck. I barely notice this, and it’s all good—after the first night, my state is like a wild stallion that has finally been fucking broken to follow my commands. After one particularly bad blowout, I find myself calling out after her, “Don’t leave girl, it’s your last chance for LOVEEEE!!” (I saw Owen doing something like this the night before, and it DEFINITELY jacked my state to super-high levels). In short, I became conditioned to not give a fuck and, more importantly, to enjoy the weird and absurdly irrelevant shit that happens during an approach—WE created this situation, and a set's inability to handle our personality is not something I will make myself responsible for.


Day 3 Sets:

Hired Gun #2: I spot another hired gun (they are all fucking 10’s) and approach immediately. I introduce myself, fluff talk. She invariably asks me if I want a shot. I tell her to give me one for free, and she tells me she can’t. I tell her I’ll bet her $100 dollars I can make her laugh. She goes, “Do it, make me laugh” and puts on her most fearsomely hardened face. Without flinching, I launch my face into hers aggressively and she busts out laughing hardcore (saw this done during the Hot Seat). Going out after Hot Seat was amazing because I got implement and experiment with the stuff I saw right there, and ask Owen about stuff if I didn’t understand it.


The Corral: Owen spots a moving 3 set of hotties and tells me to corral them. While I would normally be intimidated by this, my inner state feels that I’m the motherfucking boss. Without hesitation, I corral two of them with a double claw and introduce myself. They are initially shocked, I asked them how they know each other and what the celebration is for. They kind of lose attention, and I pick one out and go “OK, I’ve decided. You and me look good together” and I grab the cutest one and pull her close to me. The girls crack up in hysterics. Her sisters eventually pull her away from me (she’s glancing back at me the entire time they are doing so). I wish Owen had winged the set with me, but I think my approach was so fucking tight I made him a spectator. He immediately came up to me happy as fuck and was like, “What the hell did you say to them, you had them laughing like crazy?”


I saw the above 3-set as we were leaving the bar, and my girl fucking remembered me by name (this is nearly 2 hours after I first introduced myself to them). I was so shocked that I made that big of an impression on them that I disqualified her way too hard by saying, “Wow, I don’t remember your name at all.” She was really embarrassed and quickly left. I felt like such a dick for making her feel bad, but it was awesome in a way: I’m beginning to learn the strength of my charm ;)


Army Wives: I open a sitting two-set by kneeling down and introducing myself. While before BC, I would have thought this a needy approach, I am fully in state and something in me feels that it’s the right thing to do. They are gracious in their acceptance of me, and I immediately build rapport with the hotter one. I realize in this moment that people are so fucking appreciative when you confidently give them attention. Two massively important questions for every set: (1) how do you all know each other, and (2) who are you guys here with? They both have husbands, who are in the club, but that doesn’t stop me from chatting with them.


Debrief Set Lookalike: While I’m talking to the 2-set, Owen is sitting next to me gaming a turbo. I look up and I see my girl from the Debrief set last night with her two chodes. I reach over to Owen as I’m getting up, tell him what’s happening, and in seconds I’m already double-clawing the girl and one of the guys. I start fluff talking right away, and I can tell from their shock that something is not quite right. Turns out, they are not the set from the last night (but the girl could be her doppelganger). She’s with her BF (How do you all know each other?) and a friend. I chat up the group and have them laughing hysterically. I look behind me to see how Owen’s doing, and I start to move away from the group (semi-takeaway). As I do so, I overhear them talking to each other saying how fucking awesome I am. A single tear falls from my left eye as I realize that this is why I love RSD. And then I see Owen, talking to the Army Wives + 2 built-fucking dudes. One of the dudes is getting super-confrontational, and Owen diffuses the situation and ejects before joining my set. Awesome conversation, these are some really positive people. Owen can’t resist telling them how much of a pimp he is; later they giggle in recognition as they walk past him while he’s restraining and molesting the girl below.


Bipolar 2-Set: This set was a super-massive learning experience for me. Walking past the dance floor, Owen opens a 2-set dancing next to the bar. I game her friend, and quickly physically escalate, going through the first couple phases of the patented sequence. My girl is super negative, while Tyler’s is super positive. While my girl is complaining about how much their lives SUCK, Tyler is full-on molesting his girl. The girl I’m chatting notices me looking at them (my bad), and immediately yells at them. Tyler turns around, all-grin-stupid-looking-wide-eyed-i-am-pimpin and blurts out, “I AM NOT MAKING OUT WITH HER.” This is funny as shit, I re-engage my girl, and Tyler pulls his girl by her hand and yells back to us, “I’M TAKING YOUR FRIEND, WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK.” My girl is stunned and is almost in tears saying, “I can’t lose her!!!” So I take her by the hand, and we go looking for Tyler Durden. After about 5 minutes, she spots Owen restraining her friend by the hands up against a wall. I mimic him, and pin mine against the wall too. A moment’s inspiration seems to hit Tyler and he says, “Look, I haven’t made out with her yet. But, check this out. If I make out with her, and you make out with K, then you both can’t rat each other out to your boyfriends.” Tyler’s girl responds by grinning like a fucking voodoo doll while mine actually STOPS AND THINKS ABOUT IT. I neck bite her, pull her close, and finally, after 3 minutes she FREAKS OUT, says she CAN’T DO IT, and then physically pulls her friend away (at one point she’s pulling her friends arm while Tyler’s holding onto her other arm—I’m dying of absurdity overdose.)


Indian Japanese Major: One of my most successful sets of the night. Owen gives me the accomplishment introduction to this 2-set, and I immediately start gaming this really intelligent Indian chick. I start with hand-spin, hand-clasp, spin-pickup, waltz, eyesclosed kiss, neckbite, and then body-rock. I tell her I’m a doctor. I tell her I just put 10 babies in her tummy. She’s digging it. She asks me if I live here, and when I say I don’t, she says that makes her sad. We’re in rapport for a while, and I feel compelled to tell her I want to take her behind a dumpster and fuck her brains out. While she doesn’t lose attraction, she refuses to do so. I keep my state, and continue to joke with her. She has to leave with her friend, so I get the number and continue my rampage.


Dancing Cougars: Owen and I winged some cougars on the dance floor. I again ran the physical escalation cascade (invaluable experience because now I have the reference experiences—it fucking works). After the makeout, the girl I’m talking to is massively embarrassed because her husband is here. But she can’t stop telling me how cute I am. I know. I’m very handsome.


Drunk Cougars: After the night ends, we leave the establishment. No shit, D comes out pulling 2 black chicks in tow. Ray wings one of them with him, and they peace out. That leaves Owen, W, and me. Owen again goes on a motherfucking street assault. He opens an Indian 10 who’s talking to 5 guys. As soon as he enters, it’s an utter chode explosion. He spins her, clasps her hands, spin hugs her. She tells him how she needs some dick in her life. He gets her number. I am reduced to a humble spectator by the display. She leaves with her sterile male friends, and Owen spots some cougars. They are mad drunk, and I wing. My cougar is blond, both have fake tits, but at least Owen is talking to one that is lucid. Mine can’t even get out a sentence. Owen’s girl gets an attitude, and they walk across the street. However, Owen does not give up. As we get into a cab to go grab something to eat, he rolls down the window and asks them if they want to come with us. They oblige, but they’re still being bitch. We get to the restaurant (W is now chatting up the dark-haired one as the blond looked to be napping). As we exit the cab, it becomes apparent that the blond has puked on herself. I go inside the restaurant because I don’t want to deal with this faggotry. The cab driver demands $100, but W takes charge promptly telling him to eat a bag of dicks. We go inside, and the dark-haired woman is still being a bitch. Owen has obviously had enough, and goes over to talk to a couple of black girls (one is a fucking STUNNER). Owen proceeds to ignore the skank who is TOTALLY unappreciative of my efforts to build rapport, and he gets one of the black girl’s digits. Apparently, she’s planning to pose for Playboy, and I fucking believe it. I’m not even attracted to black women and she was gorgeous. This was massive, because Owen displayed so much value in front of the that by the time he came back (he was in set for at least 15-20 minutes) she was actually ready to be friendly. Ray and D get back from their shenanigans and take us back to the hotel for debrief (of course hitting up every set in the late-night restaurant on our way out)


Day 3 Debrief: The final night was my best: I got 2 makeouts, more phone numbers, and was completely in state and outcome independent the entire evening. Tyler talks about being the Ultimate Man, Jeffy talks about BEASTING. After 3 days of full-on pickup immersion, I got my first taste of this phenomenon, and it is REAL.


One thing Owen does is get RIGHT in a girls face. He has no fear of tension, and, in fact, creates the tension ON PURPOSE. This makes the girls LOVE him for playing with them. The thing about attracting 9’s and 10’s is that the very thing that attracts them is EXACTLY the thing you’re afraid to do. Infringing on their space is the thing that creates the attraction. If you don’t do this, you will invariably create little to no chemistry with the girl.


Conclusions/Final Impressions: This was an awesome experience, and nothing can or will compare to it because it is now an integral part of my journey. Throughout the bootcamp, I noticed that whenever I was in set with Owen, I became a spectator. This is partly because he’s fucking awesome and draws the attention of everyone in set. Also, I rationalized this because I knew I wanted to see what he’s doing, to observe, and I it’s my opinion these observational experiences are invaluable. After BC, you’ll have plenty of time to approach and focus on the girls, this is the only chance you have to see Owen or another instructor in action. As a result of this perception, my game suffered when I was winging with Owen. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but you should definitely be aware of this phenomenon if you take a bootcamp with an instructor. Don’t fight it, just focus on LEARNING through observation.  I learned a lot from both of my bootcamp brothers. The 3:1 student-instructor ratio is key; 2 students can wing while the instructor wings with a student.  W was smooth for a newbie. Authenticity is his strength, and he hooked and had rapport with MOST of his sets, all of which lasted a ridiculously long time. Keep thinking for yourself and noticing the patterns, this will take you very far. An awesome line that he used was, “Hi, sorry for being awkward but the first hello is always the most difficult.”  D, you’re only 21 but you have the gift of ALWAYS being in state. You have no anxiety or fear of physicality. In fact, the only problem you have is that your dominance is intimidating to girls. You have your whole life to learn the little bit of calibration you need to be great.
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Dude, fantastic review and notes. This just made my day.
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Beasting is what creates the ultimate man. Like, nonstop beasting a la "30 day challenge".

Great write up. Looking forward to the hotseat review!
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this is an awesome review
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Great, great review -- actually put me in state... and Im just sitting in front of the Pc at home haha! Thanks man.
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This was extremely well written, and coupled with the fact that I was at Atlanta Hot Seat, this might be one of the best things I've read on here ever. I will def come back to this to help remind me of the stuff I learned in Atlanta.
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Thank you for putting in the time for this review manixen, I was also at Atl hotseat and it was my first real-time RSD experience and I was fucking floored. I loved that shit.  I actually wasn't surprised at how fucking awesome it was, because from going through RSD materials before I think I've developed expectations (especially for Tyler) that my experience will exceed my expectations...if that even makes sense.  And that is exactly what happened at the hot seat in Atlanta.  For ten hours Tyler just put in so much energy into transferring his knowledge to the attendees; and for how incredible his insights are, and how genuinely concerned he is for his students learning as much as they can, his lecturing and teaching style is just as impressive.  It demands complete presence and focus which almost come naturally with all the energy in the room.  I am grateful that I had the opportunity to learn from such a dedicated and a fantastic teacher.  The videos were very high quality for hidden cameras and they hit learning points right on the head.  I was so impressed. I need to stop myself before this gets homo. That day Tyler arrived half an hour late (which he more than made up for by going hours late) but for a few minutes before he came, I was almost expecting to pack it up and go home and be like "well fuck I knew this thing wasn't real, this guy probably doesn't even exist"  Then he strut through the hotel and got started and it was a surreal experience. Now its almost a necessity that I do something like this again whatever it takes, Summit, bootcamp, whatever.  Manixen, if you too have a more detailed Atl hotseat review, please post it and I too will come back to it to remind me of all the things I learned that day.
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 Thanks for the props guys.  My bootcamp experience was emotional, and I hope that showed through in the writing.

I will post my Hot Seat review, but I have a total of 30 pages of notes to go through.  Stay tuned!
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Mate, many thanks for this incredible write up!  Sounds like you had a phenomenal BC, and if this write up is anything to go by, I am really looking forward to your hotseat review. Your break downs are very insightful, and I can tell you have a great eye for how shit does down.

Tons upon tons of value here.

Cheers!
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Nice writing, buddy!
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 Update:  I've gone out 3 nights this week, got 3 different makeouts and 2 pulls....what the fuck
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