THE FORUMS
Hey atleast you walked up.
Now try and stay in for 1 min.
Keep pushing yourself incrementally, marathon not sprint.
Now try and stay in for 1 min.
Keep pushing yourself incrementally, marathon not sprint.
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"Understand: It is within your power to set your own price. How you carry yourself reflects what you think of yourself. If you ask for a little, shuffle your feet and lower your head, people will assume this reflects your character. But this behavior is not you-it is only how you have chosen to present yourself to other people"
Robert Greene - "The 48 laws of power"
“If you are not yourself, if you surrender your personality, you have nothing left to give the world. You have no pleasure, no use, nothing which will attract and charm me, for by the suppression of your individuality, you lose your distinctive character.”
Edward Wilmot Blyden (1832 – 1912) Liberian statesman
My FR's. Give me feedback gawd damnit
Apupimpin: Round 2
Robert Greene - "The 48 laws of power"
“If you are not yourself, if you surrender your personality, you have nothing left to give the world. You have no pleasure, no use, nothing which will attract and charm me, for by the suppression of your individuality, you lose your distinctive character.”
Edward Wilmot Blyden (1832 – 1912) Liberian statesman
My FR's. Give me feedback gawd damnit
Apupimpin: Round 2
Good stuff man.
I´d bulk up. It will give you a sense of acomplishment and a little bit of confidence.
I used to be 100 lbs at 5'7.
Checkout stronglifts.com/
ChinaBoy
I´d bulk up. It will give you a sense of acomplishment and a little bit of confidence.
I used to be 100 lbs at 5'7.
Checkout stronglifts.com/
ChinaBoy
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Waddup RSD Nation.
Went out again last night. Funkagenda was plaing in Hollywood and I went to their show. Went out on my my own once again. Last night was kind of a failure in some repsects (which I understand are necessary if I ever want to be successsful), and a success in others.
Last night I only did six approaches, but unlike the ones I did in my other field report, I actually stayed long enough to exchange a few words.
Anyway, I get there last night at around 10. I'm wearing the same Rebecca Black tanktop, and somehow I'm not embarrassed to be seen in it. I chat with a couple outside, which is out of character for me, since I'm not a very talkative person (this is in issue which will come up during my approaches tonight). When I get to the head of the line the bouncer looks me up and down, and tells me I can't come in wearing the tanktop. Why was I surprised that they wouldn't let me in wearing something that looks like it was , in all likelihood, drawn by a five year old girl? I head back to my car to get a white T I brought just in case. Some girls are standing in the lot, waiting for the valet who is getting their car. They're 6's and if I'm being generous 6.5s. I say whats up, and they just talk about their car or whatever. I don't know how to really continue the conversation, so I just move on to my car.
Back at the club, I'm buying my ticket and talking to the guy in front of me whose friend I thought was ripped off by some dudes selling tickets outside. When I head in I'm Superstar again, and some guy assumes I must be drugged up because he asks me If I'm selling pills lol. A short little, pudgy mexican girl does the same thing some minutes later. After some dancing, I get the balls to do my first approach. I head over to two 7.5s, walk straight up to them the minute I see them, no detours. I lean in (big mistake, I did this the entire night, and only noticed afterwards that I was doing this) and say, "Whats up?". Apparently I was a little too close for their taste, because one of the girls pushes me back. She is kind of laughing as she does this and says "Whooa, step back buddy", but it comes totally unexpectedly. My eye contact is bad, and I'm not being anywhere near loud enough. They ask me to repeat myself several times. I walk off with my tail between my legs. This was my first real rejection by a total stranger, and it hits me hard. I walk up to the the balcony upstairs and think over what went wrong.
I realize that I'm basing my emotinal state on their response. I shouldn't be reacting to their rejections, or even to to their positive responses for that matter. My emotional state is supposed to be dependant upon me, and it's they who should be the ones reacting. I immediately feel better after this. I go back downstairs and walk up to two HBs. Same "what's up opener" (it's the only one I used that night). They roll their eyes, laugh, and drag eachother a way. At this point , though, I actually find it funny. The rest of my approaches that night go something like that. Two approaches involve a little back in forth conversation. Apparently someone threw up on the dancefloor, and I accuse some girls that they were the ones who did it, just poking fun at them.
After six approaches, I lose the will to do anymore. I should not have stopped, and I honestly cannot understand what came over me.
Here are some of my sticking points that I noticed:
-Bad eye contact
-Absolutely terrible at conversation
-Leaning in A LOT
-not ploughing, I need to stay until THEY leave
-no where near loud enough, need to work on my vocal projection.
-not showing intent, or even feeling it
-very few approaches
-same opener the whole night, generic "what's up"
-Another strange kind of sticking point I had was that I didn't approach any Asians, and the club was FULL OF THEM. There were a ton, but they seemed to only associate with other Asians, so it felt kind of intimidating to approach them.
-?
Tips, pointers, advice, etc VERY MUCH APPRECIATED
Also anyone in the LA area, feel free to hit me up via PM
Went out again last night. Funkagenda was plaing in Hollywood and I went to their show. Went out on my my own once again. Last night was kind of a failure in some repsects (which I understand are necessary if I ever want to be successsful), and a success in others.
Last night I only did six approaches, but unlike the ones I did in my other field report, I actually stayed long enough to exchange a few words.
Anyway, I get there last night at around 10. I'm wearing the same Rebecca Black tanktop, and somehow I'm not embarrassed to be seen in it. I chat with a couple outside, which is out of character for me, since I'm not a very talkative person (this is in issue which will come up during my approaches tonight). When I get to the head of the line the bouncer looks me up and down, and tells me I can't come in wearing the tanktop. Why was I surprised that they wouldn't let me in wearing something that looks like it was , in all likelihood, drawn by a five year old girl? I head back to my car to get a white T I brought just in case. Some girls are standing in the lot, waiting for the valet who is getting their car. They're 6's and if I'm being generous 6.5s. I say whats up, and they just talk about their car or whatever. I don't know how to really continue the conversation, so I just move on to my car.
Back at the club, I'm buying my ticket and talking to the guy in front of me whose friend I thought was ripped off by some dudes selling tickets outside. When I head in I'm Superstar again, and some guy assumes I must be drugged up because he asks me If I'm selling pills lol. A short little, pudgy mexican girl does the same thing some minutes later. After some dancing, I get the balls to do my first approach. I head over to two 7.5s, walk straight up to them the minute I see them, no detours. I lean in (big mistake, I did this the entire night, and only noticed afterwards that I was doing this) and say, "Whats up?". Apparently I was a little too close for their taste, because one of the girls pushes me back. She is kind of laughing as she does this and says "Whooa, step back buddy", but it comes totally unexpectedly. My eye contact is bad, and I'm not being anywhere near loud enough. They ask me to repeat myself several times. I walk off with my tail between my legs. This was my first real rejection by a total stranger, and it hits me hard. I walk up to the the balcony upstairs and think over what went wrong.
I realize that I'm basing my emotinal state on their response. I shouldn't be reacting to their rejections, or even to to their positive responses for that matter. My emotional state is supposed to be dependant upon me, and it's they who should be the ones reacting. I immediately feel better after this. I go back downstairs and walk up to two HBs. Same "what's up opener" (it's the only one I used that night). They roll their eyes, laugh, and drag eachother a way. At this point , though, I actually find it funny. The rest of my approaches that night go something like that. Two approaches involve a little back in forth conversation. Apparently someone threw up on the dancefloor, and I accuse some girls that they were the ones who did it, just poking fun at them.
After six approaches, I lose the will to do anymore. I should not have stopped, and I honestly cannot understand what came over me.
Here are some of my sticking points that I noticed:
-Bad eye contact
-Absolutely terrible at conversation
-Leaning in A LOT
-not ploughing, I need to stay until THEY leave
-no where near loud enough, need to work on my vocal projection.
-not showing intent, or even feeling it
-very few approaches
-same opener the whole night, generic "what's up"
-Another strange kind of sticking point I had was that I didn't approach any Asians, and the club was FULL OF THEM. There were a ton, but they seemed to only associate with other Asians, so it felt kind of intimidating to approach them.
-?
Tips, pointers, advice, etc VERY MUCH APPRECIATED
Also anyone in the LA area, feel free to hit me up via PM
Went out again last night. Unfortunately nothing to tell. It was terrible. Zero approaches. I don't know what happened last night. I mean before I went in I was chatting up people in line, but as soon as I get in freeze up and can't bring myself to approach.
The worst part was that I had not intent whatsoever. I could not muster a meager boner. Some of the ugliest girls in this place would have gotten a rise out of me on the street, during the day time. So what happened last night? Help me out guys!
I did some excersises to get out of my comfort zone, like the patented "This is my rifle, this is my gun" (credit to Ozzie), walking around like a zombie, taking my shirt off ans spinning it overhead. It kind of worked, I felt more comfortable, but still no intent.
I've also gotten a case of oneitis over this girl I hardly know (this is not in any way related to last night). Any doctors out there want to perscribe a cure?
I still have no day game. I don't approach girls outdoors and engage them in conversation, but I say "hi", wave, smile, look them in the eye, and have no trouble getting aroused and interested during the day. I've been working on this. I used to be just as bad outside as I am now in a club enviroment, so maybe I just need time. I've also been working on increasing my "embarassment threshold" by singing the hit single "The Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion with my windows rolled down, at the top of my lungs, gesturing wildly at pedesterians and drivers. You know the song. NEAR, FAR, WHEREEEEEVER YOU AAARE.
Basically guys, I need helping getting a boner. Please, no subscriptions to Viagra. Thanks.
edit: just got an emial from RSD entitled "Shake Off Your Fear of Approaching Women". Fate has smiled upon me.
Also, might as well add, next week (May 26 I think) I'm going to the RSD free tour in LA. Who else is going to be there?
So embarrassed right now. Was at my neigborhood pool, just chilling by myself and this MILF walks in. So I'm like "Hey, how's it going?" (before RSD even THAT would have been to embarrassing for me). So we're just chilling there, and one way or another she starts a conversation with me, and we talk A LOT (for me it was a lot anyway, I don't think I've ever had a conversation this long with a total stranger). Between our conversations there is usually a lot of silence. She sits there bathing in the sun, and I go for a swim. Well after one of these swims I ask her what her marital situation is, since she seemed to have alluded that she is single. Turns out she is divorced. We talk about that for a bit. Another silence. I go for a few swims. Then I get in the hot-tub. I call her by name. Then in the corniest way possible (and the funny part is: I wasn't actually trying to be corny) I ask her to join me in the hot tub. She tells me that it's too hot outside for that, so I say (an even cornier line, if you can believe it) "it's never too hot for the hot tub". I feel like such a tool lol. Anyway she laughs at me, and tells me that she is too old for me. I say "that doesn't mean you're not attractive". She laughs some more, tells me she appreciates my compliment, goes for a quick swim, then says she has to go. Before she leaves I tell her "not to take it the wrong way" and that "I couldn't help myself".
I did not not know I was capable of saying such things. Wow, that was possibly the most embarrassing thing I have ever deliberately done.
Besides that, all I have to comment on the interaction was that it felt very fake. I wasn't able to be myself. It's like I just don't know how to be myself.
Well, nevertheless, I feel quite proud since I managed to totally bypass the stop-girls-and-ask-for-the-time stage (never went through that stage) and jump right into the say-stupid-things-and-get-yourself-emberrassed stage.
Comments appreciated as always. If you guys have any pointers or suggestions for my writing that would be nice too.
I did not not know I was capable of saying such things. Wow, that was possibly the most embarrassing thing I have ever deliberately done.
Besides that, all I have to comment on the interaction was that it felt very fake. I wasn't able to be myself. It's like I just don't know how to be myself.
Well, nevertheless, I feel quite proud since I managed to totally bypass the stop-girls-and-ask-for-the-time stage (never went through that stage) and jump right into the say-stupid-things-and-get-yourself-emberrassed stage.
Comments appreciated as always. If you guys have any pointers or suggestions for my writing that would be nice too.
props for going out alone, man. that takes balls, few guys on earth can do that. Keep pushing yourself, that is critical. Have you recorded on this thread EVERY time you've gone out? If you've only gone out in the past 1.5 months about 4 times, that's not really enough. Try to go out for 1 week straight, or for 1 month straight. The momentum you'd build would be out of this world, and whenever you come across a milf by the pool, you'll be ready to destroy.
Can't afford going out that often, and there isn't anywhere to daygame in my area (I live in a really quiet suburb). I'm moving out of the country (to Israel) next week. I'll have lots of free time on my hand the first month or so.
Some updates:
~I've discovered I have the ability to make girls laugh. I was never the funny guy before, so this feels very new to me. Often I do it without even speaking; through my facial expressions and movements.
~First K-close. Not much to say about it, except that it blew my mind. I met the girl at a swimming pool this one day, and we had a mutual friend. The next day, I'm down at the pool again (and she is too), and I extract her from her friend to some bench in the park . We flirt, and then makeout. Not very attractive, but I had just met her. Never done that before. I seriously don't know anything about her besides her first name.
~I've been getting progressively more and more comfortable in social situations. I engage strangers in conversation. My social anxiety is starting to dissapear.
It's funny. I'm the kind of person whose disposed to feel that his improvements, his progress is "not enough". Sometimes improvements dissapoint me. I just HAVE to get to the next level. It never feels like enough. Which can be both good and bad. Sometimes this compels me to try harder, to move forward. But honestly, I think most of the time it expresses itself as defeatism. I feel like I will never be able to move forward; like I haven't gotten ANYWHERE, especially when I compare it to where I want to be.
ahhh, can't wait to get out of this place.
Some updates:
~I've discovered I have the ability to make girls laugh. I was never the funny guy before, so this feels very new to me. Often I do it without even speaking; through my facial expressions and movements.
~First K-close. Not much to say about it, except that it blew my mind. I met the girl at a swimming pool this one day, and we had a mutual friend. The next day, I'm down at the pool again (and she is too), and I extract her from her friend to some bench in the park . We flirt, and then makeout. Not very attractive, but I had just met her. Never done that before. I seriously don't know anything about her besides her first name.
~I've been getting progressively more and more comfortable in social situations. I engage strangers in conversation. My social anxiety is starting to dissapear.
It's funny. I'm the kind of person whose disposed to feel that his improvements, his progress is "not enough". Sometimes improvements dissapoint me. I just HAVE to get to the next level. It never feels like enough. Which can be both good and bad. Sometimes this compels me to try harder, to move forward. But honestly, I think most of the time it expresses itself as defeatism. I feel like I will never be able to move forward; like I haven't gotten ANYWHERE, especially when I compare it to where I want to be.
ahhh, can't wait to get out of this place.
Not much to add. In the past few weeks, I've been going out more regularly, but with friends. I haven't had a group of friends to go out and party with in a long time. My social skills, which before were almost completely lacking, have massively improved. I'm learning to better maintain my frame. Yet somehow, despite my success and improvement (or maybe in spite of it), I've become more deeply depressed and dissatisfied with myself. I have a very difficult time living up to my own standards.
Anyway, I live in Israel now. Anyone from the neighborhood hit me up in PM.
Anyway, I live in Israel now. Anyone from the neighborhood hit me up in PM.
Went out in Tel Aviv last night. Me and a friend are looking for a bar where we are supposed to meet some girls, mututal friends of ours; as we're both new to this country we decide to ask a couple for directions. The girl is a relatively tall russian girl, HbCommie, and her buddy (not her boyfriend it turns out) is actually a pretty chill dude. We end up conversing with them, find out HbCommie hates communism, and invite them to come drinking with us. They give us a ride to the pub where we are meeting the girls.
When we park down the street from the pub I immediately spot one of the girls. I had met this girl before back in the states, but somehow I never noticed how large her breasticles were until tonight, so I'll call her HbTittySurpirise. Me, HbTittySurprise and one of her guy friends walk to a nearby ATM to pull out some money. I find out she came here with her twin sister, HbTwin, and a bunch of girl friends. We hit up the pub, and I end up having a pretty uncharacteristic time there. One of my biggest sticking points is that I totally lack woo. I'm not used to self amusement; it's not something that comes to me easily. I have a difficult time joining conversations, let alone starting or leading them.
Some time later a long-time friend of mine stops by. This guy is a natural, a born natural. He starts macking on HbTittySurprise, and has her egaged all to himself in conversation (he met her for the first time last night). So long story short, we have some drinks, people leave, people arrive, people leave again, the pub dies down, and me Born Natural, the buddy I originally came with (let's call him Fanny Pack, cause sometimes he wears one as a sort of joke), and two other girls, HbG-string (you'll find out the reason for the name), and HbBlondie decide it would be a great idea to go swimming in the ocean at 4am. We get there, and I immediately strip to my boxers and get into the water; the others do not follow my example; another quality that I seem to lack, leadership. We walk down the beach, and finally the rest are convinced they want to go in, following the initaitive of Born Natural and Fanny Pack. HbG-string keeps asking to borrow my shorts because all she is wearing a G-string, and, big surprise, my tiny ass shorts don't fit on her. She goes in without her jeans, but with her shirt covering her nether regions. Born Natural is macking on HbBlondie now, a blonde, big titted, kind of thick, but cute girl visiting from SoCal we met at the pub. And both her and HbG-String, also visiting from SoCal, seem to have their attention on him. We kick it at the beach for an hour or so, and all head back to our respective abodes in a taxi.
Last night I felt:
1. Extremely fake, inauthentic, and it wasn't done deliberately
2. Stifled
3. No woo whatsoever, I've actually been quite depressed lately
4. Not self amusing
5. Bitter, hateful, and chodely on the inside
I'll probably be going out again tonight, and If I do, I'll be sure to write a Field Report.
When we park down the street from the pub I immediately spot one of the girls. I had met this girl before back in the states, but somehow I never noticed how large her breasticles were until tonight, so I'll call her HbTittySurpirise. Me, HbTittySurprise and one of her guy friends walk to a nearby ATM to pull out some money. I find out she came here with her twin sister, HbTwin, and a bunch of girl friends. We hit up the pub, and I end up having a pretty uncharacteristic time there. One of my biggest sticking points is that I totally lack woo. I'm not used to self amusement; it's not something that comes to me easily. I have a difficult time joining conversations, let alone starting or leading them.
Some time later a long-time friend of mine stops by. This guy is a natural, a born natural. He starts macking on HbTittySurprise, and has her egaged all to himself in conversation (he met her for the first time last night). So long story short, we have some drinks, people leave, people arrive, people leave again, the pub dies down, and me Born Natural, the buddy I originally came with (let's call him Fanny Pack, cause sometimes he wears one as a sort of joke), and two other girls, HbG-string (you'll find out the reason for the name), and HbBlondie decide it would be a great idea to go swimming in the ocean at 4am. We get there, and I immediately strip to my boxers and get into the water; the others do not follow my example; another quality that I seem to lack, leadership. We walk down the beach, and finally the rest are convinced they want to go in, following the initaitive of Born Natural and Fanny Pack. HbG-string keeps asking to borrow my shorts because all she is wearing a G-string, and, big surprise, my tiny ass shorts don't fit on her. She goes in without her jeans, but with her shirt covering her nether regions. Born Natural is macking on HbBlondie now, a blonde, big titted, kind of thick, but cute girl visiting from SoCal we met at the pub. And both her and HbG-String, also visiting from SoCal, seem to have their attention on him. We kick it at the beach for an hour or so, and all head back to our respective abodes in a taxi.
Last night I felt:
1. Extremely fake, inauthentic, and it wasn't done deliberately
2. Stifled
3. No woo whatsoever, I've actually been quite depressed lately
4. Not self amusing
5. Bitter, hateful, and chodely on the inside
I'll probably be going out again tonight, and If I do, I'll be sure to write a Field Report.
Me and Born Natural went to meet HbTittySurprise and HbTwin (and possibly more of their girlfriends) at some club the night after the above field report. We couldn't get in, and ended up wasting money on a taxi for nothing. I've been spending too much money on going out lately, so I'm going to to take a short break. Next time I go out I'll be sure to write up a report. I need to make this a more regular thing.
dickbutt
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Join Date: 02/03/2011 | Posts: 68
Hey. Welcome to my field progress report thread. This is where I will be keeping track of the meager and slow developments in my game.
So let me get straight to the point, and talk about last night. Last night I went to this dubstep/drum and bass show. I don't get out much, and I haven't really gone clubbing since I was like fifteen years old (I'm 20 now). Last night I went on my own, which was also new for me. There isn't anything to say about it in terms of real pick up related accomplishments, but for me it was kind of a big step. I used to be the guy who would go to a party and sit on the couch the whole night without saying a word to anyone. So for me, dancing last night like a total retard with no regard for socially acceptable manuevers (I was fucking Superstar last night, at any given moment there was like five feet of room around me in all directions on a packed dancefloor), was a big step up. I'm like 5'8 and 115 pounds, and people were moshing in there (I was in the middle of it all). Just imagine a beach volley ball getting tossed around with total ease.
Didn't muster the courage to enage any female (or even male for that matter) in any kind o conversation until the end of the night when I talked to a three set (2 males and an hb 7.5) about my tank top. I had drawn Rebecca Black on it with some markers (it looked like it was drawn by a five-year old lol) and written "FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY" (maybe I'll upload a pic of it later for your viewing pleasure.
The only pick-up related thing I did last night is that I forced myself to walk up to a few girls (not sure how many, lost count) and get up in their face, look them in the eye and yell "WHAT'S UP!?", usually I would immediately walk off after that. That's as far as I could take it. Some were totally unresponsive and would look away, a few kind of just shrugged or looked at me as if they expected me to say something more, others looked pleasently surprised, and one yelled after me (why did I walk off? fuck lol).
edit: here is the picture, can't believe I actually wore that lol