October 23rd, 2016
Ohh yeah that's right I'm doin' me. Bunit's field reports ! ! !
Posted January 10th, 2011 at 5:37 AM
What's up guys,
Quick intro. B-Unit ( can't believe I actually choose this as my login name). 20 years old. Currently living in Montreal, Quebec, 3rd year Biochemistry undergrad student.
I'm starting this field report for my own and sole entertainment, and hopefully you guys enjoy this and get some value out of it. I've learned about pick-up & self-improvement when I was younger, I think I was 16?. I think this was mainly supposed to be a fix, I was trying to find a cure for my low self-esteem, I used to be extremely insecure about my bad skin, I had severe acne disfuguring my face. After a lot of hesitation I decided to get a prescription for some Accutane, and I'm literarely a changed man a year later. PS. If you have bad acne, I strongly recommand it !
I consider myself as a self-actualized, OUT-GOING, extremely social person. This thread isn't meant to be serious and all pick-upy. I think deep down the reason I'm starting this is that I'm living the college life right now, hitting up all sorts of parties, crazy events on the week-end, and I'd like those to go down in historyyy. I also love writing, and this is a lot of fun for me to put all this up on a computer screen. I deep down love entertaining myself, putting myself in all sorts of fucked-up situations, and making sick memories for myself while loving it. The last thing I'd want for myself is to have regret about my college lifestyle when I hit let's say 30 years old, I'd rather over do it then be a loney lame-o. On a last note I'm in a tough major right now, Biochem, and I have to get close to straight A's in all my classes if I want a shot at a good professional grad school, if that's what I want when I graduate. I'm currently going out about twice a week, and studying 25+ hours a week on top of my class load outside of exams, so hopefully twice a week will stand, if I stay on track.
Philosophy on pick-up and being social
Honestly, most people out there in the world are fucking boring. Boring. Man just yesterday I hit up this massive university event, see below, and most doodz were drinking by themselves, starring down chicks with some of the creepiest looks I've ever seen. I think my success with girls mainly depends on how much I can bring on the party, and how positive & good I feel. Egoless. This makes you so rare and valuable. I'm very extroverted, I feel good around people and in social situations, add alcohol to the mix and I'm FLYING. I don't think there is any down side to that, except that few people will find me a bit too energetic, rarely annoying, but in my experience most people love you for being yourself & having a great time.
I just focus on giving out as much energy as possible, keep my verbal game tight. Finding the right balance between too much energy/ not enough energy is hard, as I feel like it all depends on the situation, who you're talking to etc. But as soon as you drop all outcome, as you just focus on feeling good, staying out of your head, being in the moment ( new ageyyyy ) everything seems to fall into place. Once again I am, well I like to think I am, that pretty well put together and can have a good conversation with any stranger. Being social is KEY for me.
Anwyays that's my blueprint for now, as I go out more and more going-out experience my game gets tighter, and I form my own theories with the reference points I accumulate here and there. I try to stay away from pick-up material now, don't get me wrong here they were KEY for me when I started, I got a huge paradigm shift from them, Blueprint and the Jeffy Show FTW, but now I feel like it just "fucks" with my head, I'm just going out to have a great time, and I assume attraction. Just being extremely social and bringing the party works best for me right now, again this is my spin on things, I know friends with a very chilled out vibe, slow motions, that pull a lot too. I just can't do the low-key, "boring" approach to it, because it just bores the hell outta me and I'm just not enjoying myself haaaa.
FR. "Meet me at the Gonndoolaaaa"
I was headed to Mt Tremblant this week-end for an insane debauch week-end. Two nights of pure partying combined with two days of gnar skiing, what else do you want from life ! Went there with 3 good friends, all cool guys. To mention none of my friends are in the "pick up" scene, I personally find it creepy to chill with guys to focus solely on picking up chicks, not to say that I haven't meet some really cool guys before from the community. Start pre-drinking at 5pm, got a bottle of Belvy, two bottles of rhum. One of my friends got four girls along on the trip with us, one of them being an absolute bomb shell, two of them cuties and the fourth one... welllll. We drink with them for a bit, I found that we were chilling a little too much, so I started being social, chatted up with some security guards, that would end up being extremely annoyed with us raising hell in the hallways, ya you weren't allowed to chug booze there. Well I hate following the social norm, so I grab my bottle of vodka, on the look-out for something better. I introduced myself to 20+ people, walking up and down the hall, just blah blah blah blah. I ended up having a full blown-out party going at our homebase. I get back to the hallway. No chaser, just me vs the ethanol. I'm pretty tipsy by that point, an attractive girl walks by, btw the girl:guy ratio was a solid 1.5:1 at this weekend for some reason, 1500+ uni students, pure chaos. I nicely ask the girl to pour some of her drink in my mouth, so I kneel down, and she proceeds to pour that drink everywhere but inside my mouth. I'm rhum & coke sticky, but I'm having a great time. "Oh my gooooddd, I'm sooo sorry". My buddy H enters a open room and starts chatting up some American Girls. A cutie from NYC, M , was there, and I start chatting her up in slickest French accent ( I have a French background ), obviously exaggerating my accent ( barely have one ) to the MAX. She cracks up, the ice is broken, grab the number and we bounce. We're on our way to the main event, I approach a couple groups of girls, friends chatting, getting my swaggaaaa on. Hotel Room Service by Pitbull is stuck in my head, so I spin a variation on it, and we're walking up the street singing on top of our lungs "Meet me at the Gondola, meet me at the Gondola, We at the Gondo-Gondo-Gondola". We're getting tons of attention, we get some people singing with us. We have some Belvy left, we're in the final stretch of the line-up, and I still want to have some kind of control on my behavior, so I proceed to pour it in the mouths of several people, meet a girl J., grab her number right away, she's fine, tell her I'm the best dancer ever, we have to dance when we get in the place. I find American M as soon as I walk in, too bad J you will have to wait. I tell J she's cute, again, and I go for the make out after a short convo. We're making out, it feels like I sealed the deal for the night, since I can sincerely tell she's interested, but I want to keep raising hell in that place. Some girl's waiting to check her coat, by this point I'm pretty fired up, and I do something I wouldn't usually do, I go to kiss her cheek right away, then the other, then I go for the full-on makeout. Surprisingly she lets herself get controlled, it must have looked like sexual arrassment to the people watching us, but ehhhh she's lovin' it. Her friends pull her away as soon as they see what's going on, and I don't see the girl again. I go beast mode on the dancefloor, pure self-entertainment, get rejected a couple times, fist-pump because it's teeeee shirt time haha, and finally find myself dancing with some random. Escalating on the dancefloor is almost TOO easy once you're dancing, I kiss the girl, she has to go back to her friends. Too bad, whatever, I'm having a great time. The shitty part is that I get a text from M.
01:23am M. Slut
She apparently saw the whole dancefloor action thing go down, I think it's over by this point. I have some shots of tequila at the bar, chat up a few other cuties, and decide to see if any other parties are going down at the hotellll. My phone proceeds to die, no more battery, I can't text any of my fresh numbers. This is a buzz killa', I'm really drunk by that point, so I walk the walk of shame back to the hotel, ladyless. I hopefully should have pictures soon, I don't have a camera currently, hopefully some girls that took pics will add me on FB.
On a side note, one of my buddies apparently proceeded to bring back of one of his acquaintainces back to our room while we were at the bar, and while he was man-handling her dropped her face first on the room's desk. She then apparently freaked out and he ended up with a bad nail scratch on his neck that stayed for the rest of the trip, which was quite hilarious.
I painfully awaken in the morning to a text from M, and I quote :
M @ 03:31 am: Where are you? Come back to our room ! 238
Fuck Nokia. FMLLL.
Haaa this took forever, but overall sick time looking back at those adventures. Part 2 of the trip tomorrow.
Peaceeee guys hope you enjoyed it, I sure did.