THE FORUMS
9/16/11 - The Beginning
Most of this night involved me saying stuff that I've heard from Jeffy or Simple Pickup. It worked really well for the most part. I still had normal conversations and stuff, but I interjected with a few of my "planned" lines a few times.
Started off the night at Electric Cowboy. It was pretty slow. A girl approached my friend Drew and said she recognized us from the night before at a different bar. I said "My buddy Drew here looks like a stallion, and you look like a total slut, so you guys should either go dance or makeout." The reaction was good. I asked her if she wanted to go see the curtains in my rape van (which now that I think of it doesn't make sense since a "rape van" with no windows wouldn't have curtains. Oh well.). I didn't find this girl very attractive, so I was mostly just using this to test those jokes out and to get in a social mood. It worked. My main goal for the night was self-amusement, and saying retarded shit like that is hilarious to me.
Next, we moved to my favorite spot, a downtown club called Zan. Many of my reports will come from that bar. We arrived 10 minutes after they opened and there was only one other group of people there, a table with 4 girls. My buddy Drew started lapdancing near their table and lifting up his shirt. They looked horrified and annoyed, but he was relentless.
Then, Drew's girlfriend showed up with the girl I mentioned in my first post, Jordan. She was the one who motivated me to get serious into pickup after I choded around in the bar and got ditched by her for other guys. I pretty much cut contact with her 3 weeks ago. She has texted me a few times asking "So do you not like me anymore?" and I just laugh and say I'm busy with school. In reality, it's because she triggers bad chode memories in me that make me feel bad. She text me earlier tonight to tell me she was coming out and was saying "I've missed you so much! I can't wait to see you!"
Now we are all together at the bar and I, for the most part, ignore Jordan. My buddies and I act somewhat obnoxious and go around backing our asses up on some random girls. I pump up my balls and go grab a cute girl by the wrist who I see dancing alone. She is a minor, but she is really into it. I notice Jordan glaring at me. I tell her to dance with one of my guy friends. I get pretty physical with this new girl. No makeout attempt, but I spin her a few times, drag her to different spots on the dance floor, kiss her cheek, smell her hair, etc. On the dance floor I say in her ear "I just jizzed in my pants." She almost fell over laughing --- I thought it was funny. She continually reapproaches me throughout the night wanting to dance. Everytime we stopped dancing it was because I would tell her I was done for a bit. I got her number.
My buddy said "Tyler, lets go talk to some girls. These girls!" He points out a couple of cute girls sitting alone. I immediately do the stallion/sluts thing, then rape van, then tell them that I'm actually a TV celebrity and that they may have seen me on To Catch A Predator, then ask them if they want to dance. They were almost crying laughing the whole time, yet they still politely said they wanted to pass on the dance.
Jordan comes up and dances on me a couple of times. I dance for a little bit but stop before the song is early both times saying "I'm done."
I have mostly just been trying to say ridiculous shit that makes ME laugh. It worked very well and I felt more comfortable last night in the bar than I ever have before. We are going back to the same place tonight.
Good parts:
--Amused myself and had fun all night. I controlled my drinking and didn't let myself get too sloppy.
--Was able to notice when I started going in my head and was able to get back out.
--Built up my state from within for the most part, rather than completely relied on my buddy Drew. I really thought about what Tyler and Jeffy talk about with the "Chode Crystal", about how the chodes often hover around the guy who is most in state. I realize that that is always my buddy Drew, so I tried to stay aware of that and kept initiating a lot of the stupid stuff we did, rather than just laugh when he does it.
--Approached and felt confident and outcome-independent
--When I would get blown off, I would laugh and say "You're my only chance at love!" or "What if it was meant to be?" --- The blowouts didn't seem to have any negative effects on my emotions. That only further reinforced my belief that I haven't really been afraid of the rejects --- I KNOW I can get hot women since I have in the past --- I've always just been more afraid of freezing up and not knowing what to say.
Bad parts:
--Still caught myself feeling scared when I wanted to randomly go dance on a few girls. I told myself "It's kind of lame to just go up and start grinding my dick on girls ass like every other chode," so I would talk to girls first and then ask them to dance. That seemed to work a lot better. I don't know if I was just rationalizing for being a pussy, but even in retrospect, it seems lame to just go and start dancing on a girl without her showing me any interest first. I may just try BOTH ways and see what happens.
--Although I was drawing a lot of state from within, I still caught myself thinking "Where's Drew?" when I would start to feel bored, because I know that he will always do something entertaining.
--I didn't really have any lengthy conversations with girls. Mostly just very small fluff talk and dancing.
--Didn't try to pull for fear of ruining the great night I had in the case of a rejection.
What I learned:
--I can get rejected and not really be affected by it.
--I am capable of escaping my extremely introverted mind.
--Girls don't resist when I grab them or lead them around.
All in all, it was a good start. I don't think that Drew is going out tonight, so I will see how I do tonight without him around. My goal is to open a few girls, joke for a little bit, and then try to get the dance almost immediately. Partially because I'm not confident in my ability to keep the conversation going for a while. I will be working on that.
Most of this night involved me saying stuff that I've heard from Jeffy or Simple Pickup. It worked really well for the most part. I still had normal conversations and stuff, but I interjected with a few of my "planned" lines a few times.
Started off the night at Electric Cowboy. It was pretty slow. A girl approached my friend Drew and said she recognized us from the night before at a different bar. I said "My buddy Drew here looks like a stallion, and you look like a total slut, so you guys should either go dance or makeout." The reaction was good. I asked her if she wanted to go see the curtains in my rape van (which now that I think of it doesn't make sense since a "rape van" with no windows wouldn't have curtains. Oh well.). I didn't find this girl very attractive, so I was mostly just using this to test those jokes out and to get in a social mood. It worked. My main goal for the night was self-amusement, and saying retarded shit like that is hilarious to me.
Next, we moved to my favorite spot, a downtown club called Zan. Many of my reports will come from that bar. We arrived 10 minutes after they opened and there was only one other group of people there, a table with 4 girls. My buddy Drew started lapdancing near their table and lifting up his shirt. They looked horrified and annoyed, but he was relentless.
Then, Drew's girlfriend showed up with the girl I mentioned in my first post, Jordan. She was the one who motivated me to get serious into pickup after I choded around in the bar and got ditched by her for other guys. I pretty much cut contact with her 3 weeks ago. She has texted me a few times asking "So do you not like me anymore?" and I just laugh and say I'm busy with school. In reality, it's because she triggers bad chode memories in me that make me feel bad. She text me earlier tonight to tell me she was coming out and was saying "I've missed you so much! I can't wait to see you!"
Now we are all together at the bar and I, for the most part, ignore Jordan. My buddies and I act somewhat obnoxious and go around backing our asses up on some random girls. I pump up my balls and go grab a cute girl by the wrist who I see dancing alone. She is a minor, but she is really into it. I notice Jordan glaring at me. I tell her to dance with one of my guy friends. I get pretty physical with this new girl. No makeout attempt, but I spin her a few times, drag her to different spots on the dance floor, kiss her cheek, smell her hair, etc. On the dance floor I say in her ear "I just jizzed in my pants." She almost fell over laughing --- I thought it was funny. She continually reapproaches me throughout the night wanting to dance. Everytime we stopped dancing it was because I would tell her I was done for a bit. I got her number.
My buddy said "Tyler, lets go talk to some girls. These girls!" He points out a couple of cute girls sitting alone. I immediately do the stallion/sluts thing, then rape van, then tell them that I'm actually a TV celebrity and that they may have seen me on To Catch A Predator, then ask them if they want to dance. They were almost crying laughing the whole time, yet they still politely said they wanted to pass on the dance.
Jordan comes up and dances on me a couple of times. I dance for a little bit but stop before the song is early both times saying "I'm done."
I have mostly just been trying to say ridiculous shit that makes ME laugh. It worked very well and I felt more comfortable last night in the bar than I ever have before. We are going back to the same place tonight.
Good parts:
--Amused myself and had fun all night. I controlled my drinking and didn't let myself get too sloppy.
--Was able to notice when I started going in my head and was able to get back out.
--Built up my state from within for the most part, rather than completely relied on my buddy Drew. I really thought about what Tyler and Jeffy talk about with the "Chode Crystal", about how the chodes often hover around the guy who is most in state. I realize that that is always my buddy Drew, so I tried to stay aware of that and kept initiating a lot of the stupid stuff we did, rather than just laugh when he does it.
--Approached and felt confident and outcome-independent
--When I would get blown off, I would laugh and say "You're my only chance at love!" or "What if it was meant to be?" --- The blowouts didn't seem to have any negative effects on my emotions. That only further reinforced my belief that I haven't really been afraid of the rejects --- I KNOW I can get hot women since I have in the past --- I've always just been more afraid of freezing up and not knowing what to say.
Bad parts:
--Still caught myself feeling scared when I wanted to randomly go dance on a few girls. I told myself "It's kind of lame to just go up and start grinding my dick on girls ass like every other chode," so I would talk to girls first and then ask them to dance. That seemed to work a lot better. I don't know if I was just rationalizing for being a pussy, but even in retrospect, it seems lame to just go and start dancing on a girl without her showing me any interest first. I may just try BOTH ways and see what happens.
--Although I was drawing a lot of state from within, I still caught myself thinking "Where's Drew?" when I would start to feel bored, because I know that he will always do something entertaining.
--I didn't really have any lengthy conversations with girls. Mostly just very small fluff talk and dancing.
--Didn't try to pull for fear of ruining the great night I had in the case of a rejection.
What I learned:
--I can get rejected and not really be affected by it.
--I am capable of escaping my extremely introverted mind.
--Girls don't resist when I grab them or lead them around.
All in all, it was a good start. I don't think that Drew is going out tonight, so I will see how I do tonight without him around. My goal is to open a few girls, joke for a little bit, and then try to get the dance almost immediately. Partially because I'm not confident in my ability to keep the conversation going for a while. I will be working on that.
On Dancing:
Dancing, for years, has terrified me. When I was 21, I went through therapy for almost a year. Our long-term goal was to get me dancing without being terrified. I never made it to that goal in therapy. Then, about 6 weeks ago, I watched AFC Adam's Dance Floor Game Youtube video and studied what he did very closely. I realized that the reason I was so terrified of it was because I had no idea how to do it, and that anytime I learn something I get confident and competent in it. If I could just get a fundamental base down, then I could improve. I went to this private exercise room at my work's gym that has mirrors all around and literally practiced dancing for probably a total of 45 hours or so, spaced out over a couple of weeks. I tried moving my hips every different way until I found a way that I thought looked good, then I practiced it endlessly until it felt weird to dance any other way. Songs with different speeds gave me trouble at first until I learned to make smaller, quicker movements to fast songs, and longer, more exaggerated movements to slower songs.
It came as a shock that it is harder to dance with a girl than by myself. The girls can go at different speeds/rhythms, and if they are really short it is difficult because I have to bend down (I'm only 6'0", but I like short girls so dancing with girls who are 5'1" is hard), and my thigh muscles begin to burn. The more I keep dancing with other girls the better I get. I am practicing spinning the girls more, which is something I never did before. I always do not let the girl simply grind her ass on my dick the entire song. I'll turn her around and dance face to face, and then spin her back around whenever I want.
Now that I can hear the snap beat in every song and can keep the rhythm in my own dance, I've discovered that most girls really aren't very good dancers. A lot of them seem to move at their own random rhythm. When I look at the girls who are obviously excellent dancers, they seem to dance to the snap beat, which further reinforces that I'm doing a good job. I'm glad to say that dancing with women doesn't intimidate me anymore.
I am still too afraid to get out there and dance alone on the dance floor with people watching. I may have to work on that. It seems better to me to always just grab a girl and dance with her instead of dancing by myself.
Dancing, for years, has terrified me. When I was 21, I went through therapy for almost a year. Our long-term goal was to get me dancing without being terrified. I never made it to that goal in therapy. Then, about 6 weeks ago, I watched AFC Adam's Dance Floor Game Youtube video and studied what he did very closely. I realized that the reason I was so terrified of it was because I had no idea how to do it, and that anytime I learn something I get confident and competent in it. If I could just get a fundamental base down, then I could improve. I went to this private exercise room at my work's gym that has mirrors all around and literally practiced dancing for probably a total of 45 hours or so, spaced out over a couple of weeks. I tried moving my hips every different way until I found a way that I thought looked good, then I practiced it endlessly until it felt weird to dance any other way. Songs with different speeds gave me trouble at first until I learned to make smaller, quicker movements to fast songs, and longer, more exaggerated movements to slower songs.
It came as a shock that it is harder to dance with a girl than by myself. The girls can go at different speeds/rhythms, and if they are really short it is difficult because I have to bend down (I'm only 6'0", but I like short girls so dancing with girls who are 5'1" is hard), and my thigh muscles begin to burn. The more I keep dancing with other girls the better I get. I am practicing spinning the girls more, which is something I never did before. I always do not let the girl simply grind her ass on my dick the entire song. I'll turn her around and dance face to face, and then spin her back around whenever I want.
Now that I can hear the snap beat in every song and can keep the rhythm in my own dance, I've discovered that most girls really aren't very good dancers. A lot of them seem to move at their own random rhythm. When I look at the girls who are obviously excellent dancers, they seem to dance to the snap beat, which further reinforces that I'm doing a good job. I'm glad to say that dancing with women doesn't intimidate me anymore.
I am still too afraid to get out there and dance alone on the dance floor with people watching. I may have to work on that. It seems better to me to always just grab a girl and dance with her instead of dancing by myself.
Pick the little ones up and then dance.
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Boners not kino man. My entire crew is basically composed of retards and sex addicts. There's not a whole lot of "thought" going on per se. Just beastmode and dong. Why do we fuck these girls? Because they get our dick hard and it is also a great form of exercise. DURR
Never ask. Never narrate. Mumble gibberish and take your dick out.
Some girl looked at you this one time at Starbucks HURRAY
Never ask. Never narrate. Mumble gibberish and take your dick out.
Some girl looked at you this one time at Starbucks HURRAY
Pick the little ones up and then dance.
Haha, for the entire song? 
dancing is a not a big deal (in a club) just youtube YMCA by Village people and learn how to tap your foot to the rhythm and leanr to move your hands .(that video as it all).That is it for the whole night. and for every girl.
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Fuck it, let's all stand up
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Fuck it, let's all stand up
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9/18/11
Choded out. Did not approach at all and only danced with a couple of girls who I fucked in the past.
Drew ended up coming out, and I talked to a girl who he slept with a while back and she seemed interested in me while we were talking, but eventually the conversation stalled and I didn't pursue the interaction. Borrowing from Owen, I told her "I'm not telling you my name," "Why not?" "In case we have a baby, I don't want you to be able to find me," and she said "Ummm, I'm not having a baby with anyone." --- I don't remember what my reply was to that, but I remember it was awkward as fuck. I think my sour mood made all of my jokes miscalibrated. In retrospect, I should have replied with "Oh, okay, well we'll just have anal sex then."
I'm glad last night went kind of bad because it solidified my decision to attend Jeffy's Hot Seat in Chicago next month.
Choded out. Did not approach at all and only danced with a couple of girls who I fucked in the past.
Drew ended up coming out, and I talked to a girl who he slept with a while back and she seemed interested in me while we were talking, but eventually the conversation stalled and I didn't pursue the interaction. Borrowing from Owen, I told her "I'm not telling you my name," "Why not?" "In case we have a baby, I don't want you to be able to find me," and she said "Ummm, I'm not having a baby with anyone." --- I don't remember what my reply was to that, but I remember it was awkward as fuck. I think my sour mood made all of my jokes miscalibrated. In retrospect, I should have replied with "Oh, okay, well we'll just have anal sex then."
I'm glad last night went kind of bad because it solidified my decision to attend Jeffy's Hot Seat in Chicago next month.
hahahah nice thread title, I lold.
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I had an extremely long post written, but unfortunately I accidentally hit the back button and it erased it all. Here is the shortened version:
I went out with my buddy Drew and Chris and had the best night I’ve ever had. Yesterday I went to Jeffy’s Hot Seat, which as I said in my review, was the most life changing experience I’ve ever had. I now know what tight game looks like and I intended on practicing it.
Tonight, I approached a lot of girls, said a bunch of ridiculous shit that made me laugh, most of which didn’t make any sense. I had great reactions from the girls a majority of the night. I had a lot of details, but I’m not typing it again, so I’ll give the concise version.
Everything went good (elaborated upon later) until toward the end of the night. I was talking to 3 girls, one of which I could tell was super attracted, especially after I lead her around. One of the other girls seemed interested, and the 3rd was Mrs. Grumpy pants. The conversation went like this:
Me: I’ll share something that is somewhat of a secret with me. When my brother and I were little, we invented a handshake that we would use to identify each other in the event of an alien taking control of our bodies and pretending to be us. This handshake was how we would know for sure that we were talking to the real brother. *Shows hilarious Farmer Handshake that Jeffy showed*
Them: *laughing* ---- Who made up that handshake?
Me: Actually, Christopher Columbus invented it 10,000 years ago when he was sailing across the Pacific Ocean on the Titanic before landing in Canada.
2nd attracted girl: Wait a minute, that is retarded. It was more like 200 years ago.
Me: *dying laughing at the complete level of stupidity that I had just witnessed*
(side note: Here is where I fuck it all up)
Me: Wow, that wasn’t close at all. It was closer to 500 years ago. (side: nevermind the other 3 or 4 ridiculous things that were wrong with that statement)
Grumpy Pants: Whatever, you ‘re not as smart as you think you are. You’re just an asshole.
Me: So what is it about assholes that you’re attracted to? (side: however, I stuttered when I said it because it took me a second to think of it. I appeared nervous during that line.)
Grumpy Pants: Nothing.
Me: I am as smart as I think I am. Are you guys smart?
Them: Yes.
Me: Okay, when did Columbus discover America?
First girl: In the 1800s?
Me: Wow, so America is only a couple hundred years old? Try “Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492.” --- Okay, when did the Titanic sink?
Them: *Dumb retarded irrelevant answer*
Me: Haha, nope. It was April 14th, 1912
Grumpy Pants: Oh wow, so you think you’re so smart because you have a few facts memorized that you show off to people.
2nd attracted girl: It’s funny how I didn’t learn that during my graduate studies.
Me: Yeah because you should have learned that when you were 9.
At that point, they seemed to lose interest in talking to me so I ejected. I’ll analyze that conversation here in a minute. Then, it got worse. A guy approached me accusing me of hitting on his girlfriend earlier. I played the escalate game, told him that I was sorry for hitting on his girlfriend but he should give me his Mom’s number instead so I can fuck her, and ended up getting kicked out.
The Good:
I had almost 0 approach anxiety, which is rare for me.
I talked to girls “Man to woman,” which was really a first for me. I never really understood what “man to woman” looked like until the Hot Seat.
Girls actually started approaching me.
I made out with a girl who actually initiated it with me.
I lead two different girls around by the hand which was a first for me.
I was having fun until the very end. Self-amusement to the max.
When I noticed myself starting to get self-conscious and go into my head, I immediately acted as an outside force and made myself start talking.
I increased greatly in skill at “vomiting” words at girls.
The bad:
-I think I pushed it too far. I went a little too far into “wild guy who says crazy shit.”
-I bounced around from girl to girl way too much rather than putting effort into any single girl. As soon as I had a girl hooked, I would drag her over and introduce her to my friends and walk away to talk to other girls. Now that I’m analyzing it, I realize it was because I wanted to appear “cool,” like I was such a pimp that I didn’t mind ending a conversation with a girl when it was going well. Like I had so many girls that I could just throw bitches at my friends. I ejected too fast as if I was afraid of success.
As a pro fighter, I’m confident in my ability to handle myself, so I enjoy it when a “bully” tries to start something with me and then backs down whenever I start becoming excited about the entire thing. Unfortunately, although I showed that the guy was a pussy, we got kicked out and pretty much ruined the momentum I had going. I need to get over the “anti-bully” thing and not play the escalation game. It almost NEVER ends in a good way, I end up looking foolish myself, and I feel bad about myself because I let myself get dragged into it. I’d rather GET PUSSY than expose another guy as a pussy. Leave the fighting bullshit for the cage.
After making a lot of girls laugh, I felt so validated by it that I would actually tell other girls “Haha, I just told that chick that I wanted to fingerbang her with my dick!” – Again, I was trying. It was funny to me, and they laughed, but it was a supplicating subtext nonetheless.
How I think I fucked up that Titanic conversation:
Although I forced myself to not analyze until the night was over, I was able to tell pretty quickly where I think I messed up the conversation. In agreement with what the grumpy bitch said, I actually did state those facts to show off. Those were just some “random facts” that I’ve had in my head since I was a kid, but after they said the stupid answer, I lead the conversation toward me displaying the knowledge. It was the first time I was “logical” all night, and it proved to be the downfall. At that point, I was “trying.” For a second, I fell into my old mindset of “a girl can’t resist an intelligent guy,” and tried to play that angle, even though the nonsense approach was working so well.
What I learned from the Titanic conversation:
Do not throw out stupid ass facts in an attempt to appear like a genius. It appears try-hard and fucked up the good vibe I had going. If shit just randomly comes up, fine, but don’t intentionally lead a conversation toward an ending where I display knowledge that anyone with Wikipedia could find out in 15 seconds. It’s not impressive. If the girl were to randomly say “Oh yeah, well when did the Titanic sink?” then knowing that random fact would be impressive. Intentionally leading it to that end result made it lame.
Conclusion:
All in all, I consider the night a huge success. Why? Because my AVERAGE night would be spent not talking to anyone but my friends, being a huge chode. Up until the end of the night when I started showing off and almost fighting, it was all going great. Even before I got kicked out, I think that I could have gone back to those “titanic” chicks and escalated.
More than anything, I was a player in the game tonight while almost everyone else there was spectating. Girls were pointing at me and guys were giving me dirty looks. A few girls gave me the “bad” look, but most didn’t. Overall, most of the reactions tonight were very favorable.
Every girl that I talked to was hot. I fluff talked to a couple of fatty friends, but most of the girls I was escalating with were roughly 8’s or so. I kept the standards pretty high and it went okay.
Here is what didn’t happen: I didn’t chode around and go home and be extremely depressed because I pussied out again. Instead, I manned up and pushed the fucking limits. Although I may have went too far, I have a better feel for where the boundaries are, so next time I will do better. I told my friends “Guys, next week, I’m probably going to be obnoxious as fuck again and offend nearly every girl in the bar, so just be prepared.” They loved it though because they knew that normally we would hardly be talking to any girls at all as opposed to the numerous girls that I brought over tonight.
I learned a lot tonight. I now see the value in POST-analysis as opposed to pre-analysis. During the time in the bar I act how I want to and let the chips fall and then make the adjustments afterward, as I’m doing now. I built reference points.
Can’t wait for more.
I went out with my buddy Drew and Chris and had the best night I’ve ever had. Yesterday I went to Jeffy’s Hot Seat, which as I said in my review, was the most life changing experience I’ve ever had. I now know what tight game looks like and I intended on practicing it.
Tonight, I approached a lot of girls, said a bunch of ridiculous shit that made me laugh, most of which didn’t make any sense. I had great reactions from the girls a majority of the night. I had a lot of details, but I’m not typing it again, so I’ll give the concise version.
Everything went good (elaborated upon later) until toward the end of the night. I was talking to 3 girls, one of which I could tell was super attracted, especially after I lead her around. One of the other girls seemed interested, and the 3rd was Mrs. Grumpy pants. The conversation went like this:
Me: I’ll share something that is somewhat of a secret with me. When my brother and I were little, we invented a handshake that we would use to identify each other in the event of an alien taking control of our bodies and pretending to be us. This handshake was how we would know for sure that we were talking to the real brother. *Shows hilarious Farmer Handshake that Jeffy showed*
Them: *laughing* ---- Who made up that handshake?
Me: Actually, Christopher Columbus invented it 10,000 years ago when he was sailing across the Pacific Ocean on the Titanic before landing in Canada.
2nd attracted girl: Wait a minute, that is retarded. It was more like 200 years ago.
Me: *dying laughing at the complete level of stupidity that I had just witnessed*
(side note: Here is where I fuck it all up)
Me: Wow, that wasn’t close at all. It was closer to 500 years ago. (side: nevermind the other 3 or 4 ridiculous things that were wrong with that statement)
Grumpy Pants: Whatever, you ‘re not as smart as you think you are. You’re just an asshole.
Me: So what is it about assholes that you’re attracted to? (side: however, I stuttered when I said it because it took me a second to think of it. I appeared nervous during that line.)
Grumpy Pants: Nothing.
Me: I am as smart as I think I am. Are you guys smart?
Them: Yes.
Me: Okay, when did Columbus discover America?
First girl: In the 1800s?
Me: Wow, so America is only a couple hundred years old? Try “Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492.” --- Okay, when did the Titanic sink?
Them: *Dumb retarded irrelevant answer*
Me: Haha, nope. It was April 14th, 1912
Grumpy Pants: Oh wow, so you think you’re so smart because you have a few facts memorized that you show off to people.
2nd attracted girl: It’s funny how I didn’t learn that during my graduate studies.
Me: Yeah because you should have learned that when you were 9.
At that point, they seemed to lose interest in talking to me so I ejected. I’ll analyze that conversation here in a minute. Then, it got worse. A guy approached me accusing me of hitting on his girlfriend earlier. I played the escalate game, told him that I was sorry for hitting on his girlfriend but he should give me his Mom’s number instead so I can fuck her, and ended up getting kicked out.
The Good:
I had almost 0 approach anxiety, which is rare for me.
I talked to girls “Man to woman,” which was really a first for me. I never really understood what “man to woman” looked like until the Hot Seat.
Girls actually started approaching me.
I made out with a girl who actually initiated it with me.
I lead two different girls around by the hand which was a first for me.
I was having fun until the very end. Self-amusement to the max.
When I noticed myself starting to get self-conscious and go into my head, I immediately acted as an outside force and made myself start talking.
I increased greatly in skill at “vomiting” words at girls.
The bad:
-I think I pushed it too far. I went a little too far into “wild guy who says crazy shit.”
-I bounced around from girl to girl way too much rather than putting effort into any single girl. As soon as I had a girl hooked, I would drag her over and introduce her to my friends and walk away to talk to other girls. Now that I’m analyzing it, I realize it was because I wanted to appear “cool,” like I was such a pimp that I didn’t mind ending a conversation with a girl when it was going well. Like I had so many girls that I could just throw bitches at my friends. I ejected too fast as if I was afraid of success.
As a pro fighter, I’m confident in my ability to handle myself, so I enjoy it when a “bully” tries to start something with me and then backs down whenever I start becoming excited about the entire thing. Unfortunately, although I showed that the guy was a pussy, we got kicked out and pretty much ruined the momentum I had going. I need to get over the “anti-bully” thing and not play the escalation game. It almost NEVER ends in a good way, I end up looking foolish myself, and I feel bad about myself because I let myself get dragged into it. I’d rather GET PUSSY than expose another guy as a pussy. Leave the fighting bullshit for the cage.
After making a lot of girls laugh, I felt so validated by it that I would actually tell other girls “Haha, I just told that chick that I wanted to fingerbang her with my dick!” – Again, I was trying. It was funny to me, and they laughed, but it was a supplicating subtext nonetheless.
How I think I fucked up that Titanic conversation:
Although I forced myself to not analyze until the night was over, I was able to tell pretty quickly where I think I messed up the conversation. In agreement with what the grumpy bitch said, I actually did state those facts to show off. Those were just some “random facts” that I’ve had in my head since I was a kid, but after they said the stupid answer, I lead the conversation toward me displaying the knowledge. It was the first time I was “logical” all night, and it proved to be the downfall. At that point, I was “trying.” For a second, I fell into my old mindset of “a girl can’t resist an intelligent guy,” and tried to play that angle, even though the nonsense approach was working so well.
What I learned from the Titanic conversation:
Do not throw out stupid ass facts in an attempt to appear like a genius. It appears try-hard and fucked up the good vibe I had going. If shit just randomly comes up, fine, but don’t intentionally lead a conversation toward an ending where I display knowledge that anyone with Wikipedia could find out in 15 seconds. It’s not impressive. If the girl were to randomly say “Oh yeah, well when did the Titanic sink?” then knowing that random fact would be impressive. Intentionally leading it to that end result made it lame.
Conclusion:
All in all, I consider the night a huge success. Why? Because my AVERAGE night would be spent not talking to anyone but my friends, being a huge chode. Up until the end of the night when I started showing off and almost fighting, it was all going great. Even before I got kicked out, I think that I could have gone back to those “titanic” chicks and escalated.
More than anything, I was a player in the game tonight while almost everyone else there was spectating. Girls were pointing at me and guys were giving me dirty looks. A few girls gave me the “bad” look, but most didn’t. Overall, most of the reactions tonight were very favorable.
Every girl that I talked to was hot. I fluff talked to a couple of fatty friends, but most of the girls I was escalating with were roughly 8’s or so. I kept the standards pretty high and it went okay.
Here is what didn’t happen: I didn’t chode around and go home and be extremely depressed because I pussied out again. Instead, I manned up and pushed the fucking limits. Although I may have went too far, I have a better feel for where the boundaries are, so next time I will do better. I told my friends “Guys, next week, I’m probably going to be obnoxious as fuck again and offend nearly every girl in the bar, so just be prepared.” They loved it though because they knew that normally we would hardly be talking to any girls at all as opposed to the numerous girls that I brought over tonight.
I learned a lot tonight. I now see the value in POST-analysis as opposed to pre-analysis. During the time in the bar I act how I want to and let the chips fall and then make the adjustments afterward, as I’m doing now. I built reference points.
Can’t wait for more.
I like the thread title... Keep rockin bro!
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Thread title is sick.... gives me a speach idea lol
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tyler0351
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Join Date: 09/17/2011 | Posts: 196
Quick info about me: I'm 24 years old. I live in Springfield, MO. I was introduced into the PUA community roughly 4 years ago while in the Marines when I read The Game. I started applying some of what I learned and had a moderate amount of success. Then I stopped paying attention to it when I became involved in Mixed Martial Arts. I'm currently on hiatus from MMA because of school, so I've decided to get the area of my life handled that has cost me the most trouble: women!
I was pretty normal in high school. I was friends with everyone and was part of the "popular" crowd, whatever that really means. I've slept with somewhere between 30-45 women. A lot of this happened when I was working as a bouncer at a couple of different nightclubs in my city.
The last month or so I've became very interested in pickup again. Reading Jeffy's Get Laid or Die Trying really reignited the flame in me. Since then, I've read/watched The Blueprint De-Coded, The Jeffy Show, Stealth Attraction, Ozzie's Physical Game, and everything by AFC Adam. I prefer RSD over all others.
A few weeks ago I met a girl who I intrigued at the bar by using some basic mentalist tricks. We hung out, I made out with her, and hung out a lot more. Then, we went to the bar one night with some mutal friends, and I was sitting there like a bump on a log being boring --- she ended up meeting a couple of cowboy guys and dancing with them the entire night. It crushed me, I left and cried like a baby, and decided it was time to get this stuff handled. The past 3 weeks have mostly just been me reading as much material as possible while still being too chode to approach. I get approached occasionally myself by girls I find attractive, but I usually eject before I can fuck it up.
Last night was the first night I finally said fuck it and started approaching, and that will be my first report.