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Friday 9th September

Out in London with a couple of guys from RSD.

A couple of solid approaches both of which lasted around an hour. The first set a couple of Aussies, sisters, one living in the UK, a ballerina. Fun interaction, attempted escalation a few times. She seemed into me, laughing lots. My RSD friend kissed the younger sister and I got a number. Tried escalating, but she kept freaking out. Approached another two-set of foreign girls. Tough set and wouldn't let me sit with them. Kept up the chat for a while until they went to smoke. Finally a couple of Japanese girls who my RSD friend approached. I ended up dragging one of them to the dance floor and went for the kiss and got it, but tried again shortly after only to have her freak. Took her back to her friend and we left.

So the positives were that I went out and approached. I was very aware of when my interactions were logical and made attempts to adjust and lead the interaction the way I wanted to go. I tried getting physical. Also I was keen to blow out sets, but found it a little unfair when my wing was doing well. That's a tricky one. Any suggestions?
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I can officially say it has begun. I went out tonight alone for the first time and approached.

A little background. After one too many girls showing interest in me to begin with and then gradually fading away I realised enough was enough. I had yet another severe bout of oneitis and it no longer made any sense to me. Why the initial interest and then nothing. I had no one to advise me being surrounded by intelligent friends who themselves were somewhat terrible with women, so I went online and instead of type in porn I search for dating advise and of course found David D's heavily marketed stuff. I consumed it. I loved it. It was aha after aha. I really went for the inner game stuff and from that found direction. I set some goals. A more challenging job, my own flat (I was living with my parents at 30 ffs), holidays, more money and living in a big city with access to loads of women. Within the space of six months I had got a new job that meant relocating to just outside London, it was a job that I could really get stuck into, I doubled my salary and this meant I could rent a nice place and live comfortably. Inner game dude! I remember in my interview for the job they asked if there was something I had developed about myself recently. Professionally or personally I asked. Either, they replied. So I describe the work I had put into myself personally from positive thinking, strong boundaries, a set of values and taking the narrow road. One of the interviewers asked what had prompted me to take this journey. Girls, was my reply.

Throughout my research into getting better with girls pickup caught my attention. I'd never really been a relationship person. I used to kid myself it's what I wanted, but actually I wanted variety. I got into it even going out alone to try indirect, which went fine, but I was very uncomfortable with. I couldn't understand why you had to learn lines and get under the radar to get with girls especially since over my ten years since losing my V plates I had managed to fuck loads of girls without this. My problem was that I was a drinker, so I was incredibly inconsistent and frequently ended up with girls I didn't really want or didn't remember anything about. Horrid for both parties involved. At times this was quite sad. Throughout my research into pickup Tyler kept cropping up. His stuff was great on David D's vids and that was old skool Tyler too. I checked out RSD and hit up the full works, Foundations, Transformations and the mind-blowing Blue Print. The Blue Print ticked all my boxes. I could learn to become a natural and these guys were doing it. Also they were putting it across in a way that a massive geek like me could appreciate. I loved it!

So the two came together and I decided to attend The World Summit in Vegas as a massive treat for six months of hardcore self-discovery. I had the time of my life. I pulled twice and met and kissed more girls in one week than I had ever thought possible. The seminars were like if you put Foundations, Transformations and the Blue Print in a room and made them three-way fuck. The World Summit seminars were like their rabid offspring. Amazing! I have notes that are like gold dust. More than any of this we went out night after night and I met some truly incredible guys. I capped off my week with a Jeffy Bootcamp. DO ONE NOW!

So back in Blighty and I have to move out of the family home and wait for my flat to become free. I barely go out apart from a quick visit back home. I'm reading Ozzie's PG book (BUY IT NOW) and I come to realise that everything that is stopping me going out, like I don't have furniture, I'm not going to the gym, I'm still settling in, it's all BULLSHIT. I hit up a pal from Summit and head out to London (see above). Anyway I'm back at work and I'm loving it. Really hard work, but really giving me purpose and pushing me just over the edge that David Deida talks about in the Way of the Superior Man. I'm working so hard, loving it and I'm thinking in a couple of years I'm going to have really assimilated the qualities that this role requires, so why don't I do the same regarding my social life. Why don't I get started on my journey to becoming a natural? So I stick reminders in my phone for Friday and Saturday night to go out. I have a great week at work concentrating hard on what I'm doing and then Friday evening arrives and I'm bricking it, but enough is enough. I come up with an affirmation. I’m going to have fun and meet people. I get myself a little routine together. I'll get in the flat and make myself a nice big dinner, have a good old sweep of my flat,, make sure everything's tidy and then hit the sack for a couple of hours of disco nappidge (Ozzie was big on making sure you're not hungry or tired in order to maintain energy levels. I wake up before my alarm, so meditate for half an hour on the tunes coming from my Spotify. Then I get spruced up in the shower and clean the bathroom while I'm at it , Jeffy style. I get changed and just to make sure I rock a bowl of porridge. I then get the fuck out of my flat, get the fuck into my car, drive to town, I park up and spring a leak down an alley. Then I hit up a club.

It's pretty fucking dead. It's pretty fucking hilarious, but still, I get cracking and approach a girl at the bar. We move towards the dancefloor and I chat up her mate. I go for a leak I approach a table of girls and chinwag with them for a while and go for a kiss with one, she wasn't ready. Bothered? Nope. Head back to look for more and bump into a guy I met a few weeks previous. His mates want to rock a different joint. I've not been anywhere else yet, so I'm up for a change of scenery. As we're leaving my pal decides to rock the dancefloor where a couple of hotties are surrounded by chode central. For some reason my chum (non-rsd) entertains the chodes. I shrug and I start dancing the girls. Really cute, trying on my glasses and shit (I have big glasses). I start getting physical. AT LAST! Then we move on.

New club and I chat to a cute girl and dance her and her mate a bit. One of my friend's mates is giving me girl advice. I go to the bar next to a cute blonde and she looks at me and sparkles, she puts my glasses on and says I'm cute. She gets her drink and we're kissing. Then I move her and we're danc..nope kissing again. Then I need fresh air. Kissing. She still has my glasses. Oops, they're prescription, but I have her Facebook. Basically, just like at Summit it was logistics, but I did finger her for a bit in shop doorway which wasn’t unpleasant. She was really, really attractive, but progressively more and more pissed and low energy. I dropped her and her mate off home.

I am so proud of myself. I can't tell you how awesome I feel right now. I went out and I approached alone. I didn't chode out. Of course there is a hell of a lot more to do to get this down, but I'm on the journey now and I've done it once. Wow! Also I really don't care how long it takes to feel this thing out because it is such a cool journey. It was so much fun. I have so many concepts locked into my head from geeking out on RSD and I’m going to really enjoy employing them gradually. I can't wait for tomorrow night. FUCKING FUN.
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I'm mean the fact that I actually went out tonight is a fucking miracle. Everything was weird today and my mind was nibbling at me not to go out. EXCUSES. My routine (see above) went to shit on day 2 lol. I burnt my dinner and I sat in front of the TV and there was good stuff on. Really good stuff that was seducing my brain. WATCH US, WATCH US. By 10 things had settled down so I went for a nap for an hour. One of those crappy naps where you don't actually sleep, but you may actually have done so ensued. I had a headache too.

Somehow I dragged my carcass out of its pit, got in the car and drove to the club on autopilot. I say again, the very fact I was out was a miracle, the fact I made efforts to approach too was beyond belief. I hit up probably three decent enough sets with a few non-starters. I think that's about right unless I'm forgetting something. The first was a group of proper ugs, the second a really cute black haired girl. She was lovely. At one point some douche tried to start a fight with me on the dancefloor, I simply walked off. One of his douche mates tried to escalate the situation by moving into my proximity. I moved again. I’m not risking being barred from a club I’ve only just started going to. Maybe if I was reeming some girl in the loos it’d be worth it. Finally I bumped into an absolute cutey from Glasgow who I could barely understand. She was micky-taking my dancing and I took the hint and got talking to her easily out cooling some chode who was hanging onto her like a barnacle. Then she went to get her mates drinks, so I braved another natter and we chatted for some time at the bar before I got her Facebook. Boyfriend back home, but a bonny wee lass nonetheless.

That was enough for me. Again I’m well proud. I was alone and despite my brain really not wanting me to head out, my body to drag me there. Overall a great weekend to use as foundations for weeks to come. Next weekend is different. I'm meeting an old friend in London and I'm having friends over to stay too, so I'll not be alone, but I'll be out and I’ll have plenty of excuses not to approach. Let's see what happens.
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Wow three months.

I haven't updated this because my heart wasn't in it. I just wasn't executing the program to the standard that warranted publication. That's not to say I wasn't having moderate success, no, I have been doing ok. I pretty much kiss at least one girl every night I go out and I had a tiny selection of encounters, but it was the lack of action that was pissing me off.

However, over time, like a long time, I have been gradually been pushing my comfort zone. Maybe some guys can just one day turn this shit on, but I have found it to be a slow process even getting my approaches up. It came to a head when I went back home for Christmas. I had no work for two weeks, so I decided to try and go out every single night and see if I could push through my approach issues. I wasn't disappointed. Sure there was nothing to write home about, but at least I was starting to try and by the end of the period I had racked up a couple of lays, many kisses and lots of fun. I started to enjoy this shit more.

My inner game is pretty good and is ticking away nicely. I'm reading plenty of stuff and starting to see interesting patterns and links. For example I finished Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance and picked up 7 Habits of Highly effective people only to find an almost in-depth look into character, which is how Zen kind of concludes. I found when I was approached or was in situations where I was brought in to meet girls that my friends knew I was good, very good sometimes at converting the opportunity into at least kissing, numbers and Facebook adds. Yet this limits things to chance and also makes a mockery of the investment that was my Vegas Bootcamp.

Anyway, it seems there has been some sort of shift internally. I still care about how girls react to me sure, but less so, substantially less so. I also began to go full on direct and tell the girl I think she's cute or whatever and clear out the fucking boyfriend issue before I waste time getting involved with a girl that just isn't going to happen. I'm still far from where I want to be, but there are elements of my game that show promise.

I'll follow this update with a FR from last night. At the moment I'm out three times a week, which is pretty cool cos it seems to string the momentum along nicely. Prior to this it was just weekends, but the Wednesday night out kind of bridges the weekends together nicely. I would like to investigate the possibility of 7 nights a week, but this may be impossible where I live and so day game may become a necessity. For now I'll enjoy my current schedule.

A few other things to note are that I have given up a shitload of stuff as part of my New Years resolutions. Wanking, smoking, drinking and caffeine have all gone. I'm also eating very healthily and have bought The Primal Blueprint in order to see what can be gleaned from here. Another element that has arisen from recent Owen videos and habit 1 from the 7 Habits is proactivity. I always thought of being proactive as anticipating and preparing for future issues, but there is also the side where you basically just 'get shit done'. With that in mind I have been attempting to instill the habit of conscientiousness at work in order to prepare for whatever awesome opportunities arise in the future, so cutting out Facebook, news sites and RSD at work. It’s been tough cos typing the urls in is a really easy thing to do now its habit. I just crack open explorer and tap in the url wherever I face something that is tricky. What I should be doing is getting up and wandering for a few minutes. A side benefit of this is that I have a lovely clear conscience when I hit the club and so I can be totally present in the moment without my subconscious ticking away in the background. I can justifiably have a great night out and I guess this links in with what Owen is on about when he talks about drawing state from within.
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So I drag out my none RSD mate to the club. He's managed to sort out free passes for the rest of January. Sweet.

In we go and I'm already avoid all the hot girls. It's weird how much hotter the girls are here than in my home town or maybe it's just that there's more of them. I'm choding a little, but feeling ok inside. Like I said in my last post I had no crap going on in the back of my head. We get drinks, water for me, and head to the dance floor. I start having a wiggle to see if I can bump myself up a bit as I'm just not approaching. Then I get tapped on the neck. I turn round to be faced by a circle of five girls and the culprit is turning her back to me. Cute. Both in looks and action. I'm fucking thrown. I'm not great at being approached on the dance floor by girls. I'm not to bright or maybe it just doesn't happen that often. Anyway these girls look like they're wondering what the fuck I'm going to say. All different expressions across the emotional range. I've got nothing. I know it, they know it. Fuck it. I start laughing my ass off. Oh fucking well. I shake my head and with a final fuck it turn to another group of about five girls and engage them. I go in relatively direct, but I'm not sure which one I'm attracted to and end up talking to the most responsive who then proceeds to ask me thought the rest of the interaction and indeed the rest of the night if I'm gay. I do not pass this test particularly well at all this time, although I have done in the past. So the set begins to go stale and I'm thinking 'fuck it', so I turn around and BOOM another set of four girls dancing and I'm in again. Yet again I muddle the approach somewhat. I find it tricky to select the one I want and then smash into her nice and hard and direct. This set are a little nice, but they spread me out again when I should be pushing one of them and forgetting trying to engage everyone. Eventually I'm out of juice, so I bail, but I have one number, AreYouGay girl.

I regroup with my friend who is giving me kudos for ripping it up. he can't understand how I can just go in and have them all laughing and eating it up. Ha, he wasn’t in set with the bitches, but I take heart that maybe my past experiences are clouding my own judgment on how well an interaction goes. We hit the smoking area, me without cigs. We're chatting and out of my peripheral vision I see something blonde. I just open, fuck it. 'Hi you're so cute, I love you' or something, bang total eye contact and we're off. She's a hairdresser. She's beautiful. A genuine RSD approach. Man it's been a while. I didn't give myself time to rationalise and therefore fuck up the approach and it was perfect. Chatted, got her number before she had to rescue her friend or whatever. Solid too as she just texted back. Nice girl, bit of banter with her from time to time, but something is cracking off in their group and I'm not really at the level where chicks will drop everything and risk friendships for a cute, confident guy. Not yet at least.

Back chatting with my mate and one of his girl mates is making massively overt eye lasers at me across the group. She's freaked that I kissed her a few weeks back and can't remember it, I suggest going for a reminder, but a guy she is seeing is right behind us. Cute, but nowhere cute as Hairdresser. My mate and I hit the dance floor again and get some attention off some crazy turbo chicks. One starts of asking me really obnoxiously 'who the fuck' I am. I match it with a mockingly obnoxious 'Soufflehead, who the fuck are you?', obviously my real name guys, not Soufflehead. She's cracks open like a nut. I guess I have what it takes. Still it's dance floor central and getting into an interaction with one of the girls is tricky. I bail and bump into another group of girls and go for the cutest who somehow fobs me off to her mate, who is actually her far fitter older sister. I didn't see her to start as she was at the bar. We get talking and again I'm direct 'You're cute, do you have a boyfriend? You're seeing someone, cool no boyfriend then etc'. I have laser eyes off her, but eventually I bail. I'm guessing that it’s just been so long that I have been getting great reactions that it's freaking my reality out.

I'm couple onto my mate again and we head to the bar. A bit of banter thrown at Hairdresser Girl and a nearly buy her a drink, but she misunderstands and wanders off. Money stays in wallet. I'm happy. We're chatting a Hairdresser Girl wanders past and starts talking to a group of people, so I go over to offer her the drink again. I tap her on the shoulder only it's not her. It's a new girl and I'm a little freaked out when suddenly one of the lads she's with grabs her and pushes her into me saying 'talk to him'. I mean WHAT THE FUCK LOL. I'm thrown slight but bang, I'm direct. Pay dirty, this girl is amazing, beautiful, cute and she's a Chef in London for a famous celebrity Chef. I'm loving this interaction, she's so cool and she isn't going anywhere. Awesome, get some Facebook deets, no phone and then notice my mate alone on his mobile and excuse myself. Even as I had done it I was wondering why. I didn't even move her or get vibing. Really poor show. I reckon is my fucked up reality. I'm so used to being there for my mates that it became some sort of powerful excuse a compulsion. Beautiful young woman or hanging out with chodey mate. I mean I know what I want, but someone in here isn't following the script. I know what I'd be doing if I had another shot.

Anyway we head for more chatting outside, nothing spectacular happens until we head back to the bar and I somehow manage to open a couple of girls, by simply eye-fucking one of them. It's a weird interaction where they’re being part girls and I'm just chilling at the bar shout stuff at them. In the end I drag my mate over to handle one and then I move us to the dance floor. Suddenly I'm kissing the cuter one. She's interest, she kind of sucks my face. It's amazing the variety of styles with which you get kissed. I really like kissing. I get her number. This one was interesting cos she faked her number but I had a nice bit of banter with the person who the number actually belonged to LOL. Still I got her full name, so I'll Facebook her anyway. Worth a shot.

Then my mate and I are back outside and he's chatting to a cute girl, not my type, but she turns out to be very nice. Won't get with my mate cos he's had some sort of thing with one of her mates. It's all bullshit. Then her crazy pissed mate comes over and tries to fuck with me emotionally with some bullshit attitude so I open both barrels and tell her 'I will take you down bitch' blah blah blah and rather annoyingly she is instantly DTF. She drags me to the dance floor and tries to grind with me numerous times, but I been spoilt by the challenge of several groups and two 8/9s and I'm not having it, even though it's on a plate. I head to the toilets where my mate rejoins me and we head out to the dance floor. There is a massive girl who I try and persuade my mate to barrel through with, but he gets fucked up by her badass 'look'. Meanwhile the cutes girl I've seen all night is dancing with her mate to my right. She's a 9. She's too awesome no to try. BOOM, 'You're cute' blah-dee-blah 'Do you have a fella? Yes? Well show him to me and I WILL EAT HIM!' She's lovely. Again I wonder why hot girls are so intimidating, but this direct shit works brilliantly on them and with me exuding a nice relaxed, social vibe it's all good. I bail, fuck that boyfriend shit. We chat a couple of times later and I see her and her mate bravely performing evasive maneuvers when attacked by chodes and naturals throughout the rest of the night. Thank God I'm not a girl. At least on a lads night out we don't get that shit when all we want to do is rock. I fancy a nice lads night out without gaming at some point. Trouble is I always feel I'm missing out of learning something whenever I do.

Anyway in the dying hours of the night my mate and I hit up a nice easy two set. Both are nice and especially the younger one who is very cute. I get her number, but she seems a little disappointed. I realise that I have lost my intent. I haven't been executing the program. I've been beasting all night. If Jeffy were with me now he would be shaking his head and telling me that my night was 'pretty gay'. However, I shall take heart. I approached like a motherfucker. I still need to minimise time between sets and there were shitloads more really hot girls I could have approached. But things are looking up, I can literally feel an almost physiological change in the way my stomach responds to negative responses and I have the goods to barrel through. Lets see what this weekend holds in store. Tomorrow it's more Essex partying before hitting London to beast (with intent) with my RSD friend who I met at Summit. I really can't wait. Life is so exciting right now. I'm off to answer hairdresser's text.

Peace.
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I arrange to go out with my mate again, but I get a text saying he's got no money/is washing his hair/has cancer/has a woman round. I've really been looking forward to this weekend after spending a week killing it at work and then having a lovely beasting night on Wednesday. FUCK IT I'm going solo. I'm amazed at how my brain starts trying to trick me into staying in. I have a slight cough, I feel a little weird perhaps from going so hardcore at work, a little wobbly and now my mates bail and my brain is going 'STAY IN AND PLAY ASSASSIN'S CREED DOUCHE. I'm like 'Yeah man that sounds good' and my brain goes 'Wicked I'll setup up the PS3' and then I'm like 'No wait, that's just gay. FUCK YOU BRAIN I'm going out'. I dawdle like a and don't get into town until 12. I've got to be honest I'm not feeling particularly fabulous tonight, so I decide rather than a beast I'll try and stay in set longer and see what happens rather than bailing like I did so often on Wednesday (FOR NO FUCKING REASON). I HIT TOWN. ALONE. YEAH!

I get in the club for free again and it's dead. Friday 13th maybe. January and no one has any money? Who knows. It looks ominous, but there are hotties to be found. No excuses. One of the bartenders is on a shot bar near the door. I get chatting to her. I vaguely know her. Nothing clicks although she politely laughs. She's cute a 7. Then I see one of the shot girls weighing up whether to work. I spoke to her on Wednesday to, so I bash in and get chatting, this hits a little better and we chat for a while, she's debating whether or not to work. We get the AMOGGING of a lifetime by a couple of dudes, but they are friendly as fuck when I keep my shit, but the bigger guy will not move on. They seem to think we're a couple, so I play along. Soon Shotgirl is putting on the face, but I stay cool. I play along, but stray away from dancing monkey territory. The smaller guy keeps trying to move his fiend, but he's big and he's decided he's staying. Bizarrely he get's us playing a word association game, but they’re struggling cos they're drunk. But each time it's my go I hit and Shotgirl is laughing at my shit. They eventually move on giving me loads of compliments which I take graciously and humbly. Then I'm back on Shotgirl. I move her to the bar and keep chatting. She's actually a geek in disguise. Bloody good disguise. She's a 9. I note that I am finding it easier to actually talk to 9s. She's in business and seems to be doing really well for herself and doing the shot work to tide her over when things get quiet. She needs to know whether she should work, but seems happy to hang out if she doesn't end up doing so. I remember to ask her the question and yes she has a boyfriend. 'Where is he? I'll eat his face', 'HAHAHA'. It's a sweet interaction and I can see her pupils dilating, taking me in. She's definitely into me, but fuck the boyfriend shit. She heads off to make a phone call, so I leave her to it.

I chode for a brief time taking in the mediocre scene. There are hot girls though. No excuses. One cute girl passes by and I attempt to open, but turn into grabby guy instead and blow it. However, not one fuck was given. we'll maybe a little pride, but I laugh it off. I need to approach. The bar is looking ok so I head over and before I know it I'm opened by a couple of engaged girls. Blah blah about how dead it is and I feel as though I'm warming up a little. My Charisma appears to be popping out a little. Happy days. The two girls leave. They were very friendly.

I look left and there are two cute girls at the bar near me. I open the nearest one with 'Wow you're cute' and it hits unlike when grabby man tried it earlier. The ‘you’re cute’ stuff works great for me as an opener. These two are lovely 7/8s lovely figures and the more I chat to them the more I like the one I opened. Her friend is into me, but I resolve to push for the one I like and not settle especially so early in the night. I get them dancing and even get a couple of times alone with the chick I like. I get physical and there is nice eye contact, but I just can't be spontaneous around her. I probably could have just grabbed her mate who was really cute and had amazing tits and been done with the night, but meh gotta stick to my guns. I told the first girl she was cute, no going back just to get some action. Plenty of other girls out. While dancing a guy they know gets chatting with them. Fortunately I don't have to stand around like a chode and the Glaswegian girl I met in September (see above 18th of September). She hasn't replied to my texts, but weirdly whenever I see her out she's always loving it. We chat for a minute and then I head back to my girls. Glaswegian is cuter than the girls I'm with, but she's got a fella. FUCK THAT SHIT. I try escalating again, but can't seem to pull the trigger. I'm too invested in the interaction. Both girls head to the toilet and I'm done.

I wander over to Glaswegian and get dancing. She's a little drunk, but it's great fun. Sudden she asks if I'm gay (sigh), 'Nope'. Then she literally drags me over to her mate who is STUNNING. A little wobbly on her feet, but cute, verrrryy cute. 8/9 maybe. I start dancing and getting physical and go in for the kiss and that's it, BANG. Me kissing a really hot girl in a club on the dance floor. The hottest so far. I can hear chodes whining around me about how I'd managed it. SHITLOADS OF HARD WORK, TIME, EFFORT AND DESIRE DOUCHES and I'm still pretty crap at this stuff. BUT AT LEAST I'M FUCKING TRYING. I move Wobbly to the bar, more kissing and chatting. My charisma has sadly departed. It pops up very occasionally, but it's not like it has been previously. I'm obviously tired and a bit wobbly myself. I take Wobbly for some air, more kissing and then we go and find Glaswegian and her other mates.

We hit the dance floor and rejoin her mates I ask Wobbly what she's doing later, but it doesn't seem to hit. The bombshell! She can't believe I'm kissing her when I'm clearly gay. MINDFUCK. However, totally cool, unreactive. She may have seen a sliver, but that was all she was getting. Maybe all she needed, but definitely all she was getting. I am used to this shit, I get it all the time. I had one girl say it to me on Wednesday, but it is happening less. Interestingly a comparable shit test was 'why are you on you're own?' which hasn't surfaced in a log while. Also I’m getting no hassle over not drinking too, so some sort of change is occurring within me. I guess I'm actually cool with being out alone and not drinking, so it doesn't prick girls subconscious. From there on in she thinks she is kissing a gay guy. Weird. Oh well. I get complimented on how I have pulled the hottest girl in the club, I'm gracious and humble in response. She is amazing. She's Scottish too ah I luff an aaaaksent. It's a pleasure being in these girls' company. We get AMOGGED and Wobbly gets approached by a douche. I simply hold my hand out and she takes it and I pull her past douche bag and into my arms. I don't go for a kiss to show she's mine, it might come off as showing off, it's not necessary. His mates rib the fuck out of him. I kind of bodge it up a little and think they're laughing at me, but now douche has his mates laughing. I AM UNREACTIVE, this is just what I do man. However, douche is on her again. Will he not give up? This time it's BEASTMODE activated. I pick her up and walk her completely out of the surrounding douches, I spin her in the air and kiss her. GAME OVER bitches. I handled a few other situations like this, but my charisma never really came out. I didn't manage to isolate and extract from Glaswegian and so I lost her to the taxi ride of doom.

I went out alone and I approached. I played a more chilled game, maybe too chilled, but there was some good stuff here. I kissed a 8/9, a lot. Well done. I arrive home at four. ALONE.
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Awesome night again!

Went to see my RSD mate in London with the plan to beast some singles party at a club in Chelsea. We head out with my mate's non-RSD housemate. Super cool dude. I chatted a lot of shit with them on the journey over and so I couldn't wait to get into the place and meet some girls.

We arrive and it's a nice venue and we head upstairs to the party. I must remember that ‘singles party’ is actually code for ‘SAUSAGE FEST’ euuk. In fact my mate's housemate gets talking to possibly the only woman there, so I drag my RSD buddy downstairs.

We chode our way through the bar and to be honest I'm a little dazed by the intensity of it all. I wasn't expecting it to be any good, but there are plenty of people there and some very nice looking girls. We get drinks. Again I'm not drinking. I'm getting more and more comfortable with not drinking. The upshot is that because I'm taking responsibility for my actions I can attribute the successes directly to me. Before I could never be sure whether it was 100% me who had got the success or whether it was some caricature or version of me that was the success. Also I even if I wanted to find out what made me successful I could never remember anyway because when I drink I DRINK and then I get massive memory loss.

Anyway we hit the dance floor. I find this a great place to start sometimes. I shout out my crap and find the clubs rhythm and then I'm like 'FUCK THIS SHIT' and tap the nearest hot girl firmly on the shoulder. 'Hey, you're very cute'. Skeptical look. 'Hi I'm Souffléhead'. Responds with name and starts to turn away. I intro to her two friends who are receptive, but the interaction is dying. BOOM. I turn to my RSD Buddy and I’m going 'One down, now for number two'.

Straight into a two set of cuties from Nam. Very receptive and I joke around with them and grind etc. I return to my mate and VAAWRRROOOM I hit state. Amazing! I've not been here for a little while, so I celebrate with some pimp dancing. I must say I deserved to be in state right now. I had been out pimping it hard over the previous nights, so it was due and it was appreciated. I love hitting state when it happens, but I still try and enjoy my night and hit on girls when I'm not (see all other posts). RSD Buddy isn't feeling it and he's scanning like a madman. I try to encourage him to get approaching, but he's not having it. In fairness it is THE HARDEST THING IN THE WORLD. It took me a few months of going out to even approach and that was after an amazing, paradigm shifting bootcamp. I guess for me 30 odd years of negative thoughts when it came to approaching women meant it took a little bit longer to prove to my brain that those thoughts weren't part of the program these days AND IN FACT REALITY. However, since technically these negative thoughts were not based in reality i.e. I never actually approached (unless very, very drunk) and therefore never received a negative response it didn't take too long to adjust to a new reality. RSD Buddy is around my age, so maybe it's the same for him.

I blast into a cute African American looking girl and her sister who turn out to originate from Brazil via North London. I chill with them. The younger one I opened is super cute solid 8, gorgeous body. The younger girl asks if I’m buzzing. I pass the test by being completely open ‘No in fact I don’t even drink. I just love to party’. We dance for a while, I suggest we get some air. There are dancers with flaming torches and we all stop to watch as she waves the fire worryingly around her groin area. Big sis takes me to one side ‘Can I just say something cos you seem like such a genuine guy…’ Here we go I’m thinking ‘Let me know if you need some time alone with my sister and I’ll disappear for a while and leave you to it’. WHAT THE FUCK. This fucks with my reality entirely, so unfortunately I never cashed in that voucher, but WOW. In future if that ever happens again I think the best response would be ‘Cool, fuck off then’.

They’re smokers so we chill outside for a little while. The younger sister invites me to an after party. Again, I fail to execute, but I’ll figure this shit out. It was probably excuses or outside my reality, so my brain pulled me home to safety. Fucking brain. Fucking clever, useful brain, but it ain’t getting me laid. We head inside and they disappear for a ‘couple of minutes’. This is where I actually decided to make a change infield. I decided that when girls disappear for any length of time I’ll no longer wait (I waited five minutes dancing with my mates), but I’ll just smash right into the next set. In fact if I’m honest my biggest sticking point that I see time and time again is that I don’t follow Jack-off theory. There are gaps between sets of varying lengths so I need to gee myself up for the next set. BANG BANG BANG. I’ll work on this and see if I can figure out a way of easing my brain into this approach.

Anyway I don’t fuck around too long mind you and there are a set of five girls I’ve had my eye on all night. I go tap tap on the cutest girl EVER and a 8/9 maybe 9. I go in super hard she’s not single, she’s in a relationship, but it’s going nowhere. So stunning and really fucking chilled. I love her. Just this glorious chilled feminine energy and the gorgeous smile. I appear to have blown her socks off. She’s kind of shy and in hindsight all her mates were around and I could have perhaps isolated due to the approval they seemed to be giving me. I intro’d to all the girls and got some faces, but they weren’t fucking hot girl and I guess it was just jealousy that the fucking cool guy has gone directly to the hot one in the group. Interestingly though again I had female wings and a couple of her friends and one especially is telling me she likes me and I should get her number etc. I could have said can I borrow her for a few minutes and got a kiss close, but I didn’t think of that at the time and that’ll be something for the future. I get her didgits and text her on the taxi ride back as a hit it and hope. No expectations of a reply, but what do you know she’s texting back. I told her we’re meeting up next time I’m in town. In the meantime it’ll be Facebook add.

Anyway those guys left and yes I did have a few cracks at a make out. In hindsight her friends were there and although it would be lovely to make it my reality that girls just throw themselves at me in front of their friends it probably wasn’t totally realistic for a chick as cool as her, maybe a turbo, but her probably not unless she was caned. However, at least I fucking tried!

I find my mates again. Going solo has its advantages because the mates became a bit of an excuse island and I kept leaving the program to be with them. Still it would be good to go out with mates and not use them as a crutch, so another thing to think about. I try a few more things and laser eye a couple of girls, but opening is falling out of my reality for the night. I am pretty tierd. I see the Nam girls again and I now star in some of their photos, the cute one ask if I liked her tits. I said ‘Yes’ and asked her to pass on my congratulations to her mother and father LOL. I’m on the dance floor with two hot Asian girls. I have no idea what’s going on Socially, I’m totally focuses. RSD Buddy reveals some interesting stuff after, but really I’m not sure that stuff is worth trying to replicate. Better to stay focused on my reality rather than concerning myself with what other people think. It was all good though by his account.

The Nam girls move on and suddenly I’m opened by a cute girl who starts forcing me to salsa. It’s fucking weird and a little embarrassing for me. I worried she’s fucking hammered. However, I take it in my stride and put up with it for a little while before taking her for air. She’s an actress. AH! She’s kind of cool. Very pretty, but typically quirky. She’s impressed with my knowledge of Shakespeare (never thought that’d come in handy). Meanwhile Brazilian’s clocked me with her. I’m squirming on the inside, but use my best acting skills to be cordial and unfazed. I may get to speak to her again. Me and Salsa head inside and she invites me into her friend’s birthday area with table service etc, but it’s fucking boring and I’m a little bored of her quirkiness especially after Chill girl earlier and Brazilian. I head back to my mates. They’re sat around looking fucking tired. I tell them I’m ready, but then we see the Brazilian chicks again and I’m dancing with the younger sister while my mates take on her sis. Brazilian is giving me all sorts of shit tests now. WHICH I PASS. ‘I only dance solo’, ‘Well you’re with me now bitch’. ‘You’ve been busy’ (taking about my other interactions), ignore and change subject. I have her to myself for a while. An attempt at a number or kiss close would have been nice, but I’m knackered. They head off again. ‘Fuck off then I hate you’, they love it and crack up. We hit the street and the get a cab. London really is a great place to learn to deal with scarcity. They is bitches all over the damned place. Love it.

Hit the sack, debrief today with RSD Buddy and I’m on my way home. Cute girl gets up on the train and asked about a change of service due to engineering works. She catches the bus back to my town and then I see her go into Marks and Spencer. I open her hard and she’s very happy to have been, but she’s quick to tell me she has a boyfriend. In future I need to make sure I follow that up with something like ‘tell me where he live and I’ll kill him for you’ just to self-amuse and maybe leave a great lasting impression (you never know with these girls). The point is though… that was day game. When the fuck did Souffléhead do day game. Interesting…
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Just got back. If I'm honest I'm a little flat. I think this is a good thing though because although it wasn't an amazing night like Saturday it wasn't bad. Bad for me just leaves me kind of flat. Not any side of the negative, just not blown away either.

I wasn't feeling great. I've been coming down with something and I'm stuffy and have a cough. It's just a standard thing and a way of my body telling me to slow down. I can't though, there is too much to learn and too many experiences to be had. Despite my brain telling me to give it a rest and stay in and despite getting no disco nap, I headed out with my none RSD mate. Idid get plenty of grub down me and a couple of meditation sessions too, so not all was lost. Seeing my pal cheered me up as well.

We arrive at the usual and head for drinks (water for me). I chat with My Wife, who is one of the shot girls who I have a good vibe with each time we see each other. Then we hit the dance floor. On the dance floor I just crack on with opening. I'm a little sketchy on the details, but I open with compliments and as sets are dying I simply turn round and open a new one. Simple. I open a group of three blondies all 18 and all very cute. The interaction goes ok. I pick the one I want and engage the friends a little. It starts to fade and I move on. I hit up various sets. I really am struggling to remember exactly what happened.

I find my mate again and head to the bar. On the way I bump into Farmer's Wife who is a pretty young lady I got kissing in the early days of my time in this new town. She was into me immediately. I have never heard from her. It just goes to show it's never over with these girls. She is still very cute, but sis is putting a dappener on things. They start leading me around, so I bail.

I head outside for some air and get chatting to three girls that none RSD mate starts talking to. I also open TV Girl when we have some laser eyes and a cool chat about her possible TV career. I head to the dance floor again and open a set I previously opened with the same 'You're cute' opener and the girl calls me on it. I fuck around with ways of trying to handle it, but nothing seems to work. I guess it caught me off guard. It's gonna come up again no doubt, so I'm sure I'll be able to deal with it solidly in the future. I go a bit OTT and this loses congruence with the state I'm in and you can tell from the girls reaction. Fuck it. I'll just do what I'm getting quite good at and turn around to open another set. Show them I'm pimp and get on with the task in hand. It happens to be the three blondies and it goes a bit better this time. We chill for a bit, but I'm getting led. We head outside for a natter. Nandos is the one I picked and she is really cute. Solid 8. I stick to my guns and vibe. I'm struggling to get talkative. In fact I've noticed this quite a bit over the past few nights. Now I'm opening where next? Time will tell. I stick with the interaction. The friends dig me and leave, but Nandos isn't down, but I convince her to stay. It didn't feel right to convince her, but again it's early days and I can't expect girls to just want to hang off me all night. I Keep chatting and escalate lightly. She is really hot. I suggest we go and find her friends. They're not on the dance floor. We dance and natter and then kiss. She's lovely. She makes me hard and I rub it against her. Then we find her friends at a booth with two dudes. They seem cool. Nandos heads to the toilet and I keep the mates entertained. The Wife shoots past and gives me some loving and the boys love it. I try and stay totally unapproval seeking, respectful and humble. Shame Nandos didn't see, but her mates did.

We hit the dance floor, then they hit the bar, so I move on. Fed up of following them everywhere. I open a few more, but they are half-arsed. I find The Wife outside who ribs me about me kissing another girl in front of her. Ooops. I try not to engage with her logically. I slip a bit. She lets it go and we vibe a little. She has a boyfriend. I asked her last week and she said no. Not sure when she was fibbing, but I don't care and tell her I don't do girls with boyfriends, so this is just a conversation. However if she tells me where he lives I'll have him 'disappeared'. She loves this shit. I get physical with her easily. I think it's because she works at the venue that I believe I have no chance, so there is absolutely no attachment to her.

I then decide enough is enough. I'm not tired, but I have a fucking busy couple of days tomorrow and Friday. It's weird. I'm disappointed, but then everything I did tonight was awesome in comparison to previous weeks. It's like I expect results now when clearly I have to notch up the experience, so I can let go. I think it stems from living vicariously through the coaches and seeing their experiences as my own. I know how fucked up we can get though social stimulus. I must realise I'm not some class A fucking pimp, I'm learning. I'm doing. Accept that this thing is gonna take some time to get to grips with. Rome wasn't built in a day and all that. I must be content that I'm taking action and continue to do so.
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Another fair to middling night out. Fridays are just crap. Plus no one has any money. Still there are literally loads of hot girls to talk to and even if there weren't then no excuses.

I hit up NoneRSD, but he's not coming out AGAIN. Jesus he's 22 for fuck sake and he's not going out on a Friday night. I was hammering that shit at his age. I was also in a rock band. I was the chodiest rockstar ever. In my time I only got with two groupies. Although to be fair they were both 8/9s and one was Swiss and used to send me pictures of herself naked and fuck herself over web cam for me. Interestingly though I feel more like a rock star these days.

I work in schools and I get wolf-whistled, girls making comments about me, giggling and the boys tooling me. It's a great place to learn humility whilst dealing with shit that's thrown at you by jealous lads. I got a note pushed through my door the other day saying something like 'Dear Mr Soufflehead, you're hot by Anon'. The girls later came into my office to say the same thing. I just go 'Thank you, what a lovely compliment'. In the past it would have weirded me out, but now I just roll with it and enjoy it. I get teachers in the staff room coming up to me and banging on about how much the sith formers are into me, but I remain unreactive and usually say something like 'That's cool' or 'That's sweet. I'm pretty desensatised to shit at work, but it's a whole different ball game out. That's what I've realised recently from approaching. I know shitloads, but actually I don't know shit. I know enough about inner game to know that I'm the shit, but actually I'm not all that when I'm out. However, it's getting there. Slowly.

So I head out alone AGAIN. It's not the nicest thing to do yet, but I have done it before, so I have the reference experiences. Essentially when I'm out with friends I find myself alone a lot because I start hitting on girls and my mates melt away. At some point I'm gonna have to have a lads night out cos I'm actually missing that shit. But could I ever truly do it again with out feeling a strong urge to approach.

I hit up the usual place and it is dead like last week, still cute girls though. I'm feeling it in my stomach a bit more than last week or maybe I just don't remember how it felt last week. It's funny how once I get stuck in the stage fright dissipates. It's like it was a dream. Same after the night has finished. It seems like a dream. I guess it's being present to the moment. Those gaps that Tolle talks about. Maybe.

I'm wobbly in the queue, but get opened by some dude and his wife. He's high energy and a cool guy. They're out for the first time in a year as she's just had their baby. He's a year older than me, she's a year younger. She is cute. Maybe not my type so much, but a strong contender for a 8 by anyone elses standards. She keeps telling me how sexy I look. I'm saying 'Thank you' a lot. I hit the bar for some water and play Mr. Chode. Then I think FUUUUCCCCKKK EEET and go back to talk to the happy couple. Nice vibing with the fella. All of a sudden ShotGirl 2 opens me with a massive hug. There's nothing wrong with having a gorgeous girl in lingerie jumping all over you. She's telling me about her boyfriend and how she hates him. She has four apparently. Doesn't surprise me. Unreactive like I've heard it all before. I kind of have via this site and through reading The Evolution of Desire. I haven't actually experienced it until now. Yup now I've heard a chick qualify herself by telling me she has four boyfriends in different cities. I ask her if she wants another one. I try to get her number, but she won't give it, I don't push it. She buggars off after a while to sell drinks. She tells me she loves me, tells all my new friends she loves me and complains that I won't even buy a drink off her. This one is gonna happen at some point if I can nail the logistics.

I chill with HappyHusband for a few minutes and then just go up to a cute Zooey Deschannel look alike. Zooey is not down at first, but I barrel on through and open her successfully. She's nicely chilled, she's also pretty quick cos I tell her she's gorgeous and she replies 'I know'. I tell her I like this. We're nattering away when Ginger one of my previous lays butts in. We chat for a minute and Zooey goes back to her mates probably miffed off, but in a good way. I'm chatting with Ginger cos I haven’t seen her since the day after New Years day when I fucked her last. I haven't had sex since, sadly. We're catching up when all of a sudden ShotGirl 2 barrels in and blows Ginger completely out. I then proceed to spend fucking ages with ShotGirl 2 as she chodes around avoiding selling drinks to chodes. I open a few for her to sell to. I ask her what she's doing later and she's staying at a friends. I say we should hang after she finishes at two. She starts to answer and then doesn't, I don't pursue. I'll get her one day. She is mega. I get finally get her number by taking her phone off her and punching my number into hers. I then prank myself. Works a treat. I don't get the missed call though cos she stops it too early. Clever girl. All of this I'm doing while vibing with her. Later we dance with some chode who I tell her to sell drinks to. She want a photo of him and her. I take a couple, then she wants it sending. I don't have your number. She gets her phone out a miss calls me. Now I have her number. Let the text game begin. I'm quite good at that shit and anyway it's extra practice even if nothing comes of it. We somehow part ways and I head to the bar and get opened by Ginger again. She's chatting in a really logical way, she's nervous around me these days. She's seen me with other girls a lot. It's clearly pump up her opinion of me considerably. Also I fucked her quite well. She was noisy as fuck and got embarrassed. I told her it was sexy as fuck and I don't care what the neighbours think. Last time I saw the cute girl next door she gave me a wry little grin. Someone overheard someone having a good time or at least someone who sounded like they were having a good time.

I wander off and head to the loos when one of the bar chicks opens me. She's cute, but has a fella. She's fun and instructs me to meet her by the DJ booth and then we'll go dancing. I get back and she suggests the podium. I hit that, There's a skinny girl on the podium, who looked kind of cute at first, but on a closer look it was like NNAAAAAHHHH. We danced and I notice a girl in the crowd checking me out a couple of times. I think cool a nice easy open. I climb down wander over and proceed to get blown out. Time is fucking everything with this shit. If it isn't relatively immediately after I see the girl that I approach then it's an uphill struggle. She was cute too. I go for a reopen and her mate tries to turn me around. I tell her to get her fucking hands off me. She complies and I try and initiate a conversation with fitty again. She starts chatting a bit more freely, I intro to the mates and roll with some tooling with some geeza who's with them. Then some old fucking woman they're with decides to go, so fitty walks her out. Damnit. I am pretty proud of that set actually. Near miss from the jaws of defeat.

I see a hot girl dancing who I've seen dancing on the podium weeks before. I open. My voice just isn't big enough and it needs to be when I'm as chilled as I am tonight. Also I think seeing her and checking her out a lot on previous nights fucked the approach a little and she bailed saying she had to see her girlfriends now. That's something I've had before, so needs some sort of creative attention in order to maintain the interaction. For now I let her go. Maybe something like ‘Come on and introduce me to your friends’. Worth a try.

I get dancing because I'm not approaching now, but I see a cute blondie maybe a 7. Nice little body (Ha cutie from next door is getting smashed by her bf - at least someone's getting laid and not writing FRs). I open her quite well, again the voice is shit. I fight off some chode by introing him and then asking her if she knows him. Chode's persistent, but I deal with it effectively by pulling her towards me. I suggest the bar and she's down, but chodey has another go. I tell him we're going to the bar and is that ok with him and he waves us on. Fuck I'm cool. We natter some more. She literally has the memory of a fish. I have to repeat stuff numerous times. In the future I'd probably just fuck her off for being annoying, but for now I push on. I take her out for 'air' and get kissing. I move her around lots. Her mates are cool and keep running off when she goes looking for them. They're happy she's with a cool guy rather that some douche or maybe they don't have to put up with her anymore. I learn the logistics situation is fucked; she lives out of town and they're heading back tonight. They all head to the toilet and I bump into BarGirls 1 and 2, bar girl 2 has been let off early as it's so quiet. I get dancing and chill with them for a while. They have two cute friends who I should have opened earlier, but didn't and in the group without a strong open any chat we have goes nowhere. One's engaged and the other I can't make eye contact with. I chalk this down to nerves again. Not on my part you understand. I'm chill and not a douche.

I see ginger again momentarily before reopening MemoryGirl and that's about it. Logistically me and her were going nowhere, but she advised me she was down for it. I was too. It's been AAAAAAGGGGGGGEEEESSS. Her mates try and give me some shit that I pass quite well.

So on reflection not a beasting night, but I don't think the night warranted it. Got a great rock club to look forward to next Friday out of town and I'll see about hitting up RSDMate for another beast in London with him. Time is beginning to rear it'sugly head as a factor to concern myself with. Four hours in the club and maybe four opens is not great. Finding out the logistics is key. If it's not gonna be a possibility then once I have the kiss and number I need to move the fuck on and get opening again. This is all really great stuff. I'm starting to see stuff for what it is and how I need to fix it. My bootcamp was a romp, but I found myself not know what to do once the interactions had gone so far. Now I'm checking out with girls what their situation in after the club has closed. This is all positive stuff.

I got a call off ginger whilst writing this shit up. I vibed for a little while and then she started massively shit testing me about the girls I get with and how well I do even though I don't drink. I practice ignoring this shit and ploughing with my own shit. Really hard work actually, but I plough for a while and she repeatedly asks me the same shit over and over again. Eventually I tell her I'm going to bed. Maybe I won't settle for this behaviour in future and tell her I'm not interested in answering her questions.

A few texts today off a chick I opened in Nottingham then added on Facebook. Got her number by saying I don't use Facebook. Vibed a little and now she's down to meet next time I'm in Notts. I asked her to take me glow-in-the-dark bowlng whatever the fuck that is. Also a random text off a girlie I was once well into a few years ago (chode factor 10) and who I banged just before Christmas. She's mental, but i enjoy passing her mental shit test texts. They involve her telling me about other men she's fucked and how they were better that me etc. I generally ignore and change subject or just be massively cool with it. More and more I actually am cool with the girls I sleep with sleeping with other guys. It has removed any guilt I felt about fucking around.
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Full on night tonight. Lots going on.

I hit up the usual with NoneRSD and some of his mates. My mates now too. Quirky bunch, but the only one who I think has any game about him is in a relationship as far as I know. The other’s are abysmal, but maybe my influence will rub off on them. One of them is particularly blown away by the stuff I’m doing and can’t believe I’m doing it sober either. I of course am incredibly humble when he brings it up. It is what it is. Actually it’s the result of a lot of hard work, self-discovery and taking risks.

We take ages getting drinks which gives me a nice excuse to chode about. In fact at the moment this is one of two major weaknesses of mine currently. Too long pissing around in the venue before approaching. The other allowing too much time between sets. This is definitely something to concentrate because it’s dramatically reducing my approaches and options. Time is a massive thing now. I always remember Jeffy spouting about this and hearing it, but just not getting it. Now I see what he means. Four hours is not a lot of time to get cracking. It doesn’t help having guys out with me because it gives me excuses, but then the same is happening when I’m out alone and as far as I can see staying in set when out alone is critical to success.

So I chode around finding my feet and eventually start opening two or three sets. These go nowhere and I’m unable to plough through. Warm-up sets. Then I’m choding around. It’s grab a granny night at this club and none of the cuties seem to be hitting the floor yet. Annoying. Then I see a reasonably cute girl maybe a 6/7, maybe. I do the Tyler pointy thing and I’m all like ‘Aye’. I’m go in direct. ‘You’re cute, do you have a boyfriend’. Then I start dancing her and chucking her around and she’s down. I’m thinking that this might be a pull. Not to the standards I would have liked, but I’ve got to start getting more experience walking girls out of clubs. I move her around a shit load and kiss her in the smoking area. Then she tells me she has to go blah blah blah. I’m cool with this. Genuinely. She’s only a 7, but more important than that I’m wanting to hit up more girls. I take her digits and kiss her some more then we part company.

NoneRSD is fucking out of his mind and ranting like a mental person. He keeps threatening people and Has some sort of feud going on with some pumped up kids. On the way out of the toilets I see this is taking a turn for the nasty, so I cool it down by dragging him away, but as I do so one of the little cunts wallops me in the face. I’ve got fucking classes on what a little fucker. Either I can take a punch or that was the most pathetic punch ever cos I’m a little shocked, but other than that fine. I stick my arms the in the air and start shouting ‘WOOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHH…. WOAAAAHHHHH’. They don’t come at me again. I scan for bouncers. None. Slackers. I stare out both of these kids or at least I think I must have because one is compelled to come forth and apologise for his friend’s behaviour and suggests we go our separate ways taking the conflicting friends with us. I’m up for that, so I make it happen. I’m not willing to risk getting kicked out of my usual. NoneRSD has no clue that I just got assaulted. Sigh. I take him to the bar and he starts on some more innocent blokes, so I move him again and he gets talking to some girlie. He’s her problem now. I hit the dance floor again.

I chode again and hit up a couple of sets to nowhere. Then I see a couple of cute girls. One immediately gets my attention because she is basically dancing like a massive and rubbing herself over several fellas. It’s amazing what attracts you. However I look a little closer and notice her mate is really, really cute. I do the point and I’m in, but it doesn’t hook immediately. I ask if she has a boyfriend, she’s goes ‘sort off’ and then is a little washy with details. If it ain’t a solid yes then that’s good enough for me. She’s somewhat distracted by her mates antics. She refers to her as a slut. I’m disapproving, she’s having fun. I plough on and she opens up to me and we chat a little. She wants to be an air hostess for RyanAir. I’m physical immediately and slowly we start to dance. Ironically I go for the kiss on the dance floor (her mate hasn’t kissed any of her men yet). She’s kind of kissing me in a weird way, like she’s a bit shy and my glasses keep getting in the way, so I pull her head back by her hair and this turns her on. She’s pretty sexy and I’d like to fuck her. She’s a 7/8 I’d say. We dance some more, she gives me a boner which I rub all over her. Then we chill for a bit. I move her to the bar, near the entrance and then suggest finding her mate again in case she’s in trouble. I then grind a little more with RyanAir and at one point rather spontaneously pick her up so she’s riding me. She’s adorable. A little bit Christina Ricci looking with blonde hair. It’s like my own private PanAm party. He mate complains that she actually has a boyfriend. There’s something more going on than she’s making out, but I’m not asking for boring details like that. I think she’s pretty much up for it, but before I can establish logistics she tells me she’s got to go cos her ex is picking her up. She then goes on to take great pains to tell me that there’s nothing going on and he’s like her best friend (poor bastard). We swap digits and I walk her out. Cute as a button.

I head back to the dance floor and it’s slim pickings. I’m in a nice social state now. Nothing amazing, but shit is opening up for me easily. I dance with Science girl who I kissed very briefly before Christmas. She isn’t my type at all, but that night I was in state most of the time and really hit it full on by the end and needed to test it on someone. Anyway like then it’s a shame to waste state, so I open a couple of sets using the language of dance and then open a couple of cute blondes. I open the one I like first then she disappears and appears to be with a fella and so I reopen the friend who actually on inspection is cuter than the first. Maybe an 8, blondie. I say maybe because over the course of the 20 minute interaction I watch her get drunker and drunker. I’m not fucking her in this state. I have standards. I get two ugs try and cockblock me while I’m chatting to her. I give then both the 1 minute finger. Again, the first time I’ve used it, but it works well and you know how I know this. The girl I had oneitis over this time last year used to do it when she saw me out. Then she’d never come back. As I came to realise this was because I was a creepy douche. I’m gonna use that badboy more often. Very powerful. They fucked off without a trace. I bail after a little while cos blondie is fucked and I’m not fucking a wasted girl.

Then I’ve had enough. NoneRSD is being removed by our mates. I catch them up and grab my coat. Then I see PrincessHair who I think is married. We’re kind of friends in the club and she’s really useful to have around cos she’s hot like an 8 and she always responds great to me even when I with other girls like tonight which pumps up the attraction. Anyway PrincessHair is out with her cousin. I grab PrincessHair from behind which freaks her out until she sees who it is and then I go ‘This is your cousin is it not?’ and grab her and start chucking her around. She’s going mental and loving it. I stick her down, tell her I love her and leave. One of NoneRSD’s mates goes mental about how amazing I am especially since I don’t even drink. I’m genuinely unfazed by the praise. It’s been a while since I’ve been doing stuff like that. It’s my reality really and it’s easy to forget what it looks like to someone for whom it is completely outside their reality.

All in all an ok night. A lot to take away from it again. The most important I’ve already mentioned. I’ve got to step it up and not waste so much time procrastinating. However, the punch to the face didn’t ruin my night. If anything I took the energy and the positive way I dealt with the situation and ran with it. I’m ploughing again which is great and I’m vibing normally rather than relying on being a shit-hot comedy genius and relying on being in state to do so. Also, two kisses in one night is better than my batting average and my physicality is improving. It works so much better going in physically from the start rather than fucking around. Now it’s the loooooooooonng wait until Wednesday night again. I need something to happen on a Monday night. If it was my home town, then there was a great night out on Mondays. I need to investigate this further.

Rock club out of town on Friday and I’m gonna try and hook up with RSDMate for Saturaday. Try for a day 2 with the cute chick from Chelsea.

Whatever.
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Hey man, I love your writing voice, fucking hilarious English-isms in there, love it, and you are clearly a smart dood reading good books.  I'm chewing my way through your recent reports but am liking your style and truly appreciate how humble you are (at least so far ;)  I could use a healthy dose of that attitude.

Hope you are well and enjoying your new life man.  How long have you been doing this proactively since you read about the David D shit?
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