THE FORUMS

This is probably going to be the longest FR in the entire journal. It's the first time that I've actually taken a hardcore look at what I'm doing and gone into depth about what is good/what can be improved with my game since bootcamp.

I took a bootcamp with Nathan! in Austin Texas. It helped me hone my shit down. A true resurrection. I'll be putting that up in the next couple of days. The lessons learned from those days were invaluable and it seems that shit just keeps getting more streamlined, real, and organic the more I go out.

I've been writing FR's about my night out, but they only make sense to me. Tonight was actually the first time that I made an effort to really breakdown what works for me and what doesn't. I thought this would be a waste of time, but by actually clarifying and explaining my game so that it is readable, it really helped me understand my own game and what lies on the horizon.

It helps that I type 100+ WPM, so yes.

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Top 3 Points of the Night:

0) Tonality - So my tonality is already on point. However, I noticed that there was something missing with the hotter chicks. I'd do awesome with cute and attractive chicks, but the super hott ones would just kinda be like, "oh okay...that's nice". I realized that it's 100% in tonality. I was just talking to them the way I would any other normal chick. Now, my tonality is pretty much breaking to begin with. But last night, I realized that I needed to use 90-Degrees BR. Whenever I speak to them in that way, it literally looks like they are getting mini-electric shocks to their body. I can see it in their eyes. Amurca....fuk yehhh.

//: Waist-Claw....use it more often.

1) Chick complements - This is actually something that has been increasing the past couple of days. I'll just run up on a chick and be like, "Hey, you're cute" and she'll just automatically jump on me and be like, "You're cute too". And it will be love in the moonlight from there. The friends continually complement me about how cool/awesome I am. It's a big difference in the way that I present myself these days. I rarely get cockblocked (I actually don't think that I got cockblocked at all tonight).

2) Street Game. Important things: Run up on em. Come from the front. Stop em in their tracks. Full frontal straight up. Find out where they're going and who they're with. Honestly, street game is some of the funnest shit. Austin is the best city in the world for street game. 6th street is the biggest nightclub in all of Austin. However, tonight was super packed due to ACL. Not the best night for street game ever, but still fun. Just gotta open hard and get up in their grillz. Eye contact was on point tonight. Getting it in there hard. Make that shit situationally relevant.

"Blue heels...blue heels" Get attention. Go in hard. It's actually more effective than tapping them on shoulder and saying "hey". Waist-claw. Full frontal.

3) Insight. Tonight was actually a night where I got some real fucking insight into this whole deal. I can basically just walk up and read shit and know what I need to do. There's no "game" part to this. "Game" Would not help me at all. This shit is 100% intuition and reading. The things that I learned tonight just help get my shit tighter. Tonight was one of the few nights where I could tell the difference between girls who are just out to have fun with friends, girls who are up for whatever adventure brings, and chicks who are DTF.

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What Happened tonight:

I walked into Shakes just 100% ready to go. I've decided that I need a bar. I have to 100% decide on what bar I'm going to first, THEN I can bounce. But decide on bar at first, THEN go and make things happen. Last night, I went out and spent 30 valuable minutes deciding on what was hott instead of just showing up and bringing the party. Things still went good, but time is of the essence. Great thing about last night? I knew where I was going. I just showed up and rocked out from the get-go.

I was still a little shaken up from the events of Tuesday, but that went away after I walked in and realized that it's "fun time".

1) Health Promotion Chick - This was one of the first chicks I talked to in the night. She was pretty cute. Just started talking. I told her to "get up" out of her seat. She did. This was where things took off. Always be leading. Just nice social times. Gonna text her in a little bit. Strong connections. This is where I realized that I had the "Million Dollar Mouthpiece". It's where I literally just allowed the conversation to flow in such a smooth, effortless manner. 100% verbal leading, connecting, and emotions.

I also realized the power of facial expressions.

Ways to convey emotion: body movement/posture, facial movements, and hand gestures. Full body movements. It's easier to convey negative emotion with the face than it is any other body part. This was fun social times, but still enjoyable.

2) Weird Chicks - went in hard and direct. Just acting weird. Chick tries to blow me off. I keep talking. I've come to the conclusion that they might have been ingesting too much alc due to ACL or that they might be socially retarded. I go, "I'm Alexander" chick shakes my hand and says, "Thank you". I give her the "okay...you're weird look". All 5 of them are too drunk to realize what's going on. Best thing about this? It's 11:30 and it's still social times. I say that I'll find them later in the night, but that never happens. Moar adventures.

I go upstairs. I talk to cute blonde chick. She's short. She looks like she's 22. She's actually 30. It's her birthday. I give her bday hugs. We're talking. I see Synergist- who is visiting from out of town. I get excited. I bring him over to chicks. He stopped at the blonde chick that I was initially talking to, so I figured that he must like blonde chicks. I talk to the less attractive friend.

I'm literally just speaking whatever comes out of my mind. Eventually, in her chick mind, she realizes that a hott guy is speaking to her, so she starts to open up. I can feel this because there becomes a lot less effort on my part, and she's actually contributing. I stay, but this is boring. I need water. Throat is dry. Must take piss.

I go downstairs and I see Josh who's visiting from Houston. We chat for a little bit. I'm excited because this is where shit starts getting interesting for me.

I see a "cute" girl in purple. I walk up. Her ass looks amazing and I seriously just want to fuck her from behind in her white jeans. I roll up hard and direct. She turns around. Ew. Plain jane chick, not really that attractive. I lol, but I stick in there because Josh is talking to cuter friend. Cute friend just all of a sudden leaves. I see this in my peripheral vision and I'm like, "WTF". My chick still keeps talking to me because her back is turned from all of her friends.

We walk around the area in order to see what's in store for tonight. I see a white boy trying to dougie. I show how it's done. His friends are impressed and I laugh because it's just silliness. Ever since moving to Austin, my dance moves have gotten 1000% better. I get to any dance floor and I just start tearing it up and all attention goes on me. I've noticed that girls will FLOCK around that shit like moths to a lightbulb. However, it's really inconsistent shit because you get labeled as the "guy with cool dance moves". However, every time that I start dancing, the world just kinda goes away and I hit my stride after that.

Me and this frat boy are having fun. Josh and I get some water. We leave.

We start hitting up girls on the street. Austin has the best street game in the world because 6th street is blocked off on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Therefore, the biggest and best nightclub is 6th street. It's also the most fun.

Most important things that I realized:

-Stopping chicks. Always get chicks from the front. They are walking. Gotta stop em up front. Get up in their grillz. Go hard. Go direct. If you go indirect, you're just like the little Lightsaber Salesman who is trying to sell them something or the random nightclub promoter passing out fliers.

-Go Direct

-Tonality is the NUMBER one thing with this shit. Particularly with hotter girls. There were about 4 or 5 different chicks that I talked to on the street. I'd roll up hard, direct, get up in their grillz, and my tonality would be 90 degrees. I'd just be like, "You're cute...you're cute...I had to meet you". We'd start talking for a little bit. Friends would drag away because they're going somewhere or trying to do something, but these chicks would keep looking back 3, 4, or 5 times. I'm seriously going to start exploring this more. See how far I can push the envelope.

-Point and get attention. I'm usually like, "Blue dress...blue dress". The chick knows what she's wearing, so she looks. This is a lot better than rolling up, tapping on shoulder, and then going in. This just seems to be the most effective way for the street.

-"Where are you going?"/"What are you doing?" and "Who are you here with?" With street, the most important issue is TIME and FRIENDS. The best interactions that I've had with chicks are when the are in front of bars/clubs and they are "looking for their friends". However, these chicks actually have places to go, so it's important that I figure out exactly what she's trying to do. There is just some weird shit that you can't compete with. (Hit up a stunner with Josh. I was like "Fuck yeahhh" but her dress was falling down and she has to fix it. Weird shit. But funny). Figure out what they're trying to do right this second and figure out who she's with. Chicks are usually straight up and honest with me, so whenever I go in hard, I'll be like, "Who are you here with?" and they'll be like, "boyfriend" which is completely fine. I'll be all over this chick, but in my peripheral's I'll be figuring out where the next hottest chick is and I'll just bounce over to her. It'll be like a half second transfer time and all the good emotions that I've built with this one chick will just automatically transfer over.

-Groups: The BEST advantage of being solo is that I can bounce around and find out who's down, who's single, and what the deal is. This has actually been happening a lot: I'll roll up to a group of 2 or 3+ chicks. Go hard on the hottest one. She might have a boyfriend, but her friends are single. I'm all up in the hottest ones grill and the interaction is going extremely solid. The friends are just looking with this look of "I wish that could be me" in their eyes. They see that a hott, cool, fun, social guy is rolling up on them and they want a piece of it. So, I'll roll over to the single chick(s), figure out who's cool, and work magic from there. It's actually super effective. I realized this after Nathan! Pointed it out on BC - I can get the friends interested by the way that I interact with other chicks in the group. I'm up in their grillz and we're both happy, so friends get curious.

Anyways, we hit up some chicks on the street. I realize that I'm in the fucking zone, but it's only 12:05. I cool myself down because this is "a marathon...not a sprint".

I remember that there are a couple of chicks that I hit up. We'll be talking and I'll just be like, "Yeah...I'm really dominant?" she'll be like, "Oh yeah?" Yeah...BOOM MAKEOUT. Haha. I love the street.

Chicks have been testing my dominance quite a bit as of late. I always show them who's the man though, so it's good. Win-win. Fun times.

Sexual Misinterpretation: I'll be talking to chicks she will say something, I will sexually misinterpret. It's a quick way to turn things up. Yeah. This happens quite a bit after I think about it, but now I've realized that sexual misinterpretation is an easy way to make things fun and silly while also sexual.

G: "Yeah yeah, I really like her top"
M: "Oh you like being on top?"
G: "Yeah...oh wait..."
M: "I don't know...I'm really dominant...I like to be on top"
G: "Oh really?"
*Boom makeout*

-I don't remember much of what happened after that. But we head to some bar like Library (I do not like this. It's practically pitch black) Saw the hottest chick I've ever seen in Austin. Rolled up to her hard. She was with a guy and I found out it was some random dude. I forget what happened. It was like we were standing in a Triangle. She was facing dude. I know what to do now. 100% box out. Lesson Learned. Done.

-This is where everyone gets separated. I text the boys, but no response...I'm all on my own now. This is where the adventures start happening.

3) Birthday Girl - see a cute blonde. She's got like 2 or 3 hulking black guys around her. I roll up hard and direct. They vanish (except one; who just lingers there weird as fuck). It's her bday. I give her bday hugs. Pickup, spin hug. I make her my girlfriend. Shit is solid. Really friendly. Really fun. Good shit. I'm going in on her, but she keeps backing up, but she's not leaving. Eye contact is strong with this one. This was a mix of 3rd gear and 4th gear, and not really that much 5th gear. But I know exactly what I should've done. There was a small window that was open for a couple of seconds where I could've taken things extremely sexual. I said, "Yeah...I'm gonna take you on a romantic date....to a bar" and she busted out laughing. I just kinda stopped for a second. She gave me "the look". My brain hesitated coming up with something. I think that's where I might've lost it because I could feel that everything I said after that point was de-escalating the interaction (verbally and emotionally). It was like I was trying to keep the bubble inflated, but I lost it.

I took her number. I mistyped it. I got some girl named Sarah. She keeps texting me back though and even though I have the wrong number she thinks that I'm a "nice guy" hahaha. Let's see how far I can go with this.

What was awesome about this? Bubble of love extreme. It's basically like whenever it's on, everything else in the world slips away and I'm 100% tuned into the chick. Weird thing is though it only happens to chicks that I think are attractive/are truly into. I can't just "turn it on at will". But, I think that the main factor of Bubble of Love is Full Frontal.

//: I remember that I cold-read the fuck out of this chick. I guessed she was 22, I guessed her major, and something else about her. I'm noticing that my cold reads are fucking spot-on these days. It's very subtle and intuitive shit.

Yeah, in retrospect...full frontal is the way to go. It forces eye contact, it's close as fuck, and it creates strong sexual tension. Winning.

4) Birthday group - I walked outside of PURE. Just doing whatever I do on the street. Tonality is on point. I see a 6ft+ chick walking. I stop group. Grab attention. Roll up on chick hard and direct. She likes it. There are 3 chicks. I can tell that the other 2 want to cockblock, but I proactively stop them by saying "I just had to...LOOK AT HER...I just had to". The shortest one of the group is like, "That's my girlfriend...that's my girlfriend". I look at her with a look that is like, "Shorty, if I had a nickel for everytime that I heard that line...." She understands the look and backs down.

It's this chicks' birthday. She just turned 21. Cute black chick. Not really my type, but I make sure that I have fun with the group. I think I stay with these kids like 20 minutes or something because they were just a lot of fun. The group of 3 turns into a group of 6 or 7 chicks. I protect them from creepers. They love me. There are really only two chicks that I'd be up for fucking. This tall chick and another chick with sexy red heels on.

I see the red-heel girl. She sees me. Tap tap on the shoulder. Extend hand, "Hey". She grabs. I pull her in. Full frontal. Love in the moonlight. I remember that I say dirty things to her, but they are not super dirty. We talk chill,and vibe for a bit. Fun times. She gives me her number. Good shit.

Random dudes are hitting the chicks up. I save them. We laugh. I laugh even more in my head because I used to be the guy getting blown off...hahahaha. Progress.

5) Redhead and Blondie - Most important interaction of the night.

I'm outside of PURE. It's nearing closing time. I see super sexy redhead chick leaving the club. (Note: It's ALOT easier to get chicks who have just left the club than it is to get chicks who are entering; just something I've noticed {new DJ/pianos/dictator of energy}). In my mind, I'm like "FUUKKK YEHHH...AMURCA...FUCK YEHHHH". And I roll up to her. Hard and direct. She stops. She's into it 100%. It's her birthday, but she only has one friend and she's not wearing a tiara.

Friend is super cute blonde. Really skinny. Pretty tall. Wearing interesting clothing. They were actually both cute. I'm rolling up hard on both of them. I remember that the redhead gets super distracted by some Pacmen/MandM's in the street. She goes and plays with them. Blondie and I chat for a little bit.

Blondie goes to TCU and is only in town for the night. This sets off two triggers Christian chick and she's not going to be up for hanging out later for whatever reason (I think she was only in town for the night). In retrospect, this was a fucking bad call on my part.

Redhead was "eh" into the interaction. Blondie was DTF right then and there. She was a very sexy dancer. She looked like Elizabeth Smart though, so I was like, "Holy shit..."

**I'm actually more proud of myself that I did not say that she looked like Elizabeth Smart because that would've ended it right then and there. Hooray for not saying stupid shit (as much; if at all)**

I digress...

//: Blondie goes to take picture with redhead and Pacman. They do this for like 3 or 4 minutes. Part of me wants to go hit up the other chicks, but part of me remembers what Nathan said, "Just chill dude". So I chill. It works out nicely. Progress...massive progress.

We're chilling. It's Love in the Moonlight, but I didn't see it. I had about 3 or 4 different chicks texting me up trying to meet up with me, so I was figuring out how I was going to make this work. I had a lady-friend who had a car full of models with her on her way to 6th. I was like, "Amurca....fuk yehh". So I was just kinda chilling and doing whatever.

We split. I run into them again inside of PURE. It's on. I'm dancing with Blondie...she's actually a good dancer. I say some naughty things. It's on. I can tell that she's not a conservative Christian girl like I thought she was. It's on.

I run into my friends. They go sit down. I see them in a little bit. I give redhead a lap dance. She likes it. I'm chatting with her. She's a cool political chick. I can tell that she's feisty, but something's not right.

Long story short, 2 guys roll up because it's closing time (I think it's past 2 AM). One is semi-cool. I can tell that another one has game. He rolls up on red-head. He goes in direct, but he's leaning in and I can tell that he's about to blow himself out. He's not speaking loud enough, chick can't hear him. He has to repeat his opener 4 times. Still chick doesn't understand it. It's kinda like seeing a baby carriage roll into the street and not really doing anything about it.

So I decide to have some fun. I turn up the vocal projection to 100% max. Guy is visibly shaken up at the disturbing shit that I yell about "black cock" in his ear. He cannot concentrate at all. He keeps looking at me, then back at the girl. I keep distracting him and fucking up his shit. Baby carriage in the street bro.

I mistakenly get up for whatever reason. Guy takes my seat. He's in. I get blownout by a dude for the first time in 2 years. My mistake is so glaringly obviously it's like I'm playing chess and I just exposed my king to a triple penetration Checkmate. I go into blondie, she's hooked with other guy.

Checkmate. Hahaha. I think this is super funny because I cannot recall the last time I was blown out by a guy, so I congratulate the guys. I want that guy as my wingman.

What's 4 things he did right:

1) Even though he was fucking up (baby carriage in the street) and it was just a matter of time before the chicks blew him out, he persisted amidst my superior vocal projection and lewd comments about black cock. Props.

2) It was closing time. He went direct physically and verbally. Even though he had to repeat his opener 4 times, he said something that got her interested. Props.

3) He sat down when he needed to. Props on realizing the window.

4) He stood his ground. Props.

I wasn't too worried about this. Girls were texting me up to hang out. Redhead chick informed me that she had a boyfriend the second before Spanish dudes rolled up. That explains why I was like, "Something is askew". TCU chick was leaving in morning, but it's all good.

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This interaction was most important because it made me realize a couple of things.

Everything in my game is solid now, so it's time to pull. Before, I had a problem with using "game", creating connections, and being emotional. Now, that shit is fucking down. It's time to pull. I'm starting to realize chicks that are DTF and I'm reading that shit like playboy.

Up until last night, I had been mainly focused on building my social circle and getting chick's numbers for Day2's/Meetup's whatever. I wasn't mainly concerned with pulling the same night. My rationale was like, "I'm new to the city, I'm just here to make friends".

But honestly, I think that was an excuse because I just didn't know "how to pull". Like, I kept thinking that "I need to work on this before I can pull" or whatever. The past 4 or 5 days, EVERYTHING has come together.

I went to bed at 5:30 AM and I actually woke up at 9:30 AM. I could barely sleep because my brain was literally re-wiring itself. Shit kept playing in my mind of opportunities that I had to pull in the past week, but since I wasn't trying to, I just let them slip by.

I always thought that pulling would be some magical time and decision where both the guy and girl would decide to leave together and it's Love in the Moonlight from there.

But I realized a couple of things last night that have changed since BC:

1) My shit is actually VERY solid.
2) For the first time in this deal, I'm realizing my mistakes (or what I should've done instead). Sometimes, I realize it in real-time and I autocorrect in field. Sometimes, it's 2, 5, or 10 minutes. Sometimes, I realize it before I go to sleep. Sometimes, I realize it next day. Why is this important? Before, I would just blithely keep doing what I was doing (aka Square Peg, Round Hole). Now, I actually know how to fix that shit and I do.
2.5) Alot of the stuff that I'm doing right is happening subconsciously, but night after night, a lot of that keeps rising to my conscious awareness, so I'm starting to understand WHAT works and WHY it works.
3) I don't plateau in the middle of the night anymore. I just keep getting stronger.
4) For me, the 3 areas I need to work on are: 1) More physical leading, 2) Giving the girl opportunities to invest, 3) Persisting/Sticking in for longer periods of time.
5) Shit is solid. Time to pull.
6) My ability to read "what the fuck is going on" has increased exponentially. I feel like sometimes I'm in the Matrix and I'm dodging bullets left and right, but even more interesting, I've gotten to the point where I can stop bullets from even being fired. Even though everything is happening so fast, my rhythm can feel the energy in interactions a lot better and I just know what's going down.

This was the biggest thing:

7) **Chicks know what the fuck is up. There's no more ambiguity whatsoever what I'm about. However, the biggest thing I've realized is that even though I'm going in direct, and I'm going in hard on these chicks. I'm still the "Sex...in the future" guy as opposed to "Sex...NOW".

Chicks see me and I'll roll up on em. I'll be like, "Hey...you're cute...you're cute". She'll be like, "You're cute too". It'll be Love in the Moonlight, but it's like I keep "putting off sex". I'm still up in the girls grill, I'm still going hard on her, and I'll say dirty things, and it will go well.

But I'm still not putting sex on the line. I can feel some hesitation within myself. There's a little bit of fear for me to switch up to 5th gear and actually go full-intent verbally. I know that in the past, I'd be overt about it, and some girls would leave or would put up super high defenses about sex and how bad it is. Because I'd literally talk to chicks and be like, "Let's fuck" or "You look like you're sexually adventurous" or "Tonight I'm fucking you" (thank you Enrique).

Therefore, I have to figure out how to say "sex" and "fuck" without actually saying...sex....and fuck.

And I'm starting to realize that I'm still viewing switching to 5th gear as a "technique" or something that I have to "do". I'm still looking for a silly little "line" or "routine" or something to say to these chicks that will just make their pussies wet all of a sudden and make them want to immediately come home with me.

In honestly, I'm a very sexual being, so if I just speak my mind, that will be enough. In retrospect, the best interactions that I've had in this area were the ones where I just said what was truly on my mind. Past all the BS/Get to know you chat and whatever. It was just very clear and very obvious that I want to fuck and that I'm attracted. "Sex NOW" Vs "Sex...in the future".

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Tonight was just a matter of me realizing that my shit is solid. No more excuses. Time to pull.

I feel like I'm a fighter pilot. I've got everything DOWN except for the landing. However, I can't just "improve" on landing. Landing is just a culmination of all the proceeding steps. For example, a Pilot taking off from Washington-Dulles to LaGuardia has to make sure that he has the right heading, the right speed, the right altitude, and that everything is headed in the right direction.

Even just 1 degree off over a length of 300 miles is enough to fuck up the landing. (Same thing with hitting a golf ball. 1 degree off over 300 yards can be difference between hole in one and double bogey).

Mainly, right "heading" is important. I truly believe that everything takes care of itself. My experience has shown that in my previous pulls, once I established the fact that I'm leading...that's when sex happened.

So right now, I just have three things to work on:

1) Leading
2) Getting the girl to invest more sexually (by me going first obviously)
3) Persisting. Even though the clock is ticking...time is my greatest ally.

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Tonight's gonna be a good night.

ACL fest is over. Bars should be at "Friday-Levels". Cheers.

-AR

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Notes:

//: The way that chicks and I connect is through myself. My values, what I like, my experiences. Etc. It really is the Alexander Show. She's just kinda like an active participant who I'm checking to see if she has what it takes to come up on stage.

//: My number close has evolved from, "Hey...give me your number because I think your cool" to "Hey...I like you....give me your number". They both work effectively. It's just funny that I'm saying the latter more.

//: Number closing. ALWAYS text girl in front of me. Streets/Clubs are loud. It's easy to misinterpret numbers. I could either have her give me her phone and I'll text it, OR just make sure that she saves it in front of me. The point is do this: "Hey...I like you. Give me your number". Type in. Save. Text Immediately. "Hey, get out your phone because I just texted you". She gets it out. She saves. Done. Keep talking as if though I never got her number. The number is not the outcome.

//: 3 or 4 different girls want to meet up. Ha. Reminds me of college times.

//: This has been happening a lot more where I'm realizing how the energy is always shifting in the interaction. More reading vs. More doing. Progress definitely.

//: Persist you motherfucker. When chick is into you, then go hard. Persist.

//: The night doesn't actually end till about ~3:15. Austin Bars/Clubs close at 2. Street game till 2:45. Gay clubs close at 3 (but really start ending at 2:30). There's a random techno club that's open till 4, but people/hott chicks are ALWAYS outside because there's some vendor selling hotdogs.

Relaxing day. Didn't text any chicks. Didn't call any. Full rest. I've been extending my voice the past couple of days and it's definitely showing. LOL. I couldn't sleep (again) tonight, so went to bed at 6 last night...ended up waking at 11. Did some morning shopping and I actually got some food for the next couple of days.

I walked into HEB and I saw a couple of cute chicks. Normally, I'd hit them up, chat, have fun, but there was something holding me back. AA? Nope. Fear of flake? Yep.

After last night, I realized 2 things: 1) I'll always go in - parents, 5 dudes, "mixed set"; doesn't fucking matter. Hott chick is hott chick to me. 2) It's going to go well unless the girl is weird (you can fix teeth, but can't fix retarded).

Coming into BC, I thought that I sucked shit. Well, we found out I did at some things, but for the most part, the "social" part is down. That was honed from going out some much back in college days. Now, it's transferring everything I've learned to chicks that are not in college (aka cold approach).

The last time that I got blown out was on the 2nd day of bootcamp. It wasn't even a blowout, girl just threatened to punch me in the face after I pulled her by her hair...but she still stayed, so she was probably just testing me. But after that, it's just like everything slides off me. I'm sure to other people watching I might get blown out, but it's just like, "heheheheh" to me.

However, I've been having some really solid interactions since I've been here in Austin. I've been getting a lot of numbers, but a lot of them have been flaking. It seems that everything's going well, but just sometimes, it doesn't fall through next day. It's kinda like, "ouch", but I've still kept going out and having my fun. Today was the first time that I've ever had this thought process before: "I'm going to walk up to that chick. I'm going to have a fun time. She's going to have a fun time. Everything is going to go well. I'll get her number, we'll chat for a little bit. It'll be nice. But she'll probably flake, so I don't even want to spend my time going in". Flake Anxiety is stopping me from even hitting up the chicks in the first place.

I headed back home to sleep, but once I awoke, I started entering this weird headspace.

I have a very strong feeling that by the end of this week, I'm either going to become a full-out beast...or I'm going to end up 1) Dead 2) In Jail 3) In hospital.

It's hard to describe this feeling. It's not really negative....it's more like I have a Samurai sword that I've been training for years. I've gotten to a point where I've gone through all the combat training programs, I've learned the ins and outs of sword wielding, and I'm actually pretty fucking good at what I do. I've been to battle, I've put myself in some precarious situations, but there's still a small amount of holdback.

There's still a small amount of fuck being given. There's still some resistance to letting the full-beast run free. Even though I'm going hard and direct on these chicks, there's still holdback. Everything that I'm "doing" is right. The motions are all down and are internalized to a point where I can actually focus on the big picture. It's not so much physical holdback as much as it is emotional holdback.

The best way that I could put it is that I'm realizing that I'm not acting through my own intentions in certain aspects. How so? Leading. I'll step up hard to chicks and it will be love in the moonlight, but I'll allow it to plateau either emotionally, or verbally even though I want to kick it up another gear. And I'm saying "ballsy shit", but I'm realizing that the emotional level that I'm connecting with these girls on is hit or miss. Sometimes it'll be really on. Sometimes it won't be.

Even though we could be having a basic conversation about whatever, I'm starting to feel certain depths to the emotional vibes that the girl is giving off and that I'm giving off. This is something that I was blind to up until bootcamp. Nathan pointed it out to me and said that "Connections" would be the biggest thing that I'd need to work on. The past week it has really come to fruition.

I've gotten to a point where I'm actually getting to know these chicks. I'm able to pick up very subtle things that I would have normally missed. The things that I'm starting to see, hear, and feel can only be experienced. No book, video, or seminar could illustrate what's really going on. Perhaps if I was being filmed with "The Rig", it would be close...but I'm talking about something experiential right now.

Whenever I walk up to a chick, there's no more fear. There's no thinking and I have a clear mind. In the first 5 seconds that I talk to a chick, it's like a new world is being created where we're both figuring each other out. I'm feeling her out and she's feeling me out. Under the pretenses of whatever light-hearted, playful, and humorous/sexual conversation that I'll be having with her, there's actually ALOT going on behind the scenes. I've realize that it's not just what you say, how you touch the girl, what you talk about, etc...there's actually some deeper shit going on. (Screening perhaps?)

Anyways, it's something that I just thought about today.

This is more of the "Read" part that Nathan and I talked about. If before I was "Do-Do-Do-Do-Do-Do-Read-Do-Do-Do-Do" and last week I was, "Do-Do-Do-Do-Read-Do-Do-Do-Read". Then this week I've started to become, "Do-Do-Read-Do-Do-Read-Do-Do-Read".

I'm starting to realize that there's more than meets the eye...

Anyways, rest times tonight. Party timez tomorrow.

"Amurca fuk yeh" has been replaced with "Hold ma dick"

Addition: By going out sober and going out solo, I've gotten to a point where the actual idea of "pickup/game" etc is kinda boring. I've developed more of an appreciation just for the sheer fun of going out. Instead of focusing on just hitting up chicks and my performance and silliness like that, I actually just feel like going out for the sheer possibilities of adventure, crazy stories, Love in the Moonlight, and fun. Albeit, since hitting up chicks is pretty much hardwired into my DNA, it still naturally happens. But this was just a subtle shift I realized happened inside me yesterday.

On BC, Nathan asked me, "Whenever you were in college and you went out by yourself, did you go out to practice pickup or just to have a fun time?" I said the latter...but really an a subconscious level, I was going out to "Practice PU".

Now, I go out for four reasons:

1) Fun
2) Adventure Timez
3) Love in the Moonlight**
4) 6th Street Craziness

To analogize further...

It's like I've been playing piano for many years. I've taken lessons. I've become good to the point where I can play any song and hit all the notes. I'm not a virtuouso *yet*, but I've reach a stage where instead of "playing to impress other people" (mommy, daddy, friends, piano teacher(s), etc.), I'm starting to realize that the music has its own rhythm and intricacies which make it indeed...beautiful.

Now, I play not because I have to...I play because I can.

//: Remember to qualify. I think this is something I've been forgetting about quite a bit. Find what she likes and love her for it if it's a genuinely cool thing.

//: Instead of telling her about my values, show her. Show > Tell. "I'm adventurous". Lead her to another part of the bar and say, "We're going on an adventure".

Tonight, funnyness happened. I pulled a chick, but no fuck. Fucking klepto chicks.


Buttsex in the Moonlight.

Tuesday night at Barbarella's Tuezgays. Gay bar that is packed on Tuesdays with Straight/Gay/Les/Tran people.  

I rolled up to Barbarella. I just got in the bar and did the walk around to feel in the vibe. I entered every room, just felt the energy, saw who was here tonight, and just relaxed. There's a lethal feeling that I have inside me as I'm doing this. I know that I can "turn on" at any second. It's literally like I can go "Super Saiyan" and switch to a glowing holy nimbus of light around me. Shit is wonderful.

I chill out. Walk around the bar. Get a water with 2 lemons and 2 limes. I take the pre-night piss. I walk out of the bathroom and say, "GAME ON". It's on.

First chicks that I see are 2 chicks just walking away from the bar. It's social timez right now, so I just roll up soft and chat about whatever. They are friendly and this is good to help me get into a talkative state. (NOTE: Even though I just took off Monday, I can feel the "momentum" taking time for me to get really out of my head and ready to party. It took me ~45 minutes to actually get "ON"). One is pure lez, other (quiet and attentive) is bi. Nice friendly times. I keep talking until they decide to leave. It is all good.

I see a smoking cute dark haired chick in a hat. Tap tap. "Hey...I just LOVEEE your hat". It is on. Looking back, there was Love in the Moonlight...I was just still in social timez mode. Eye contact was strong with this one. Her name was actually "Cat", so I start pulling out Dr. Suess rhymes. I realize that she's just listening to whatever I say and just nodding, so I'm like, "Let's see how far I can push the envelope".

I start talking about mundane shit...like MUNDANE shit. What I ate for breakfast, how I just moved here, and I even say, "Today...I ate pancakes...organic bananas...and a bag of frozen corn". Now mind you, I find all of this interesting because it's my shit. It's genuine shit that happened to me, and she's still staying there. This literally happens for about 10 minutes or so, then a friend and her reunite. It is all good. Social timez.

I see two cute chicks. Roll up hard. They are lesbians. Normally, I'd leave, but tonight, I'm working on persistence and staying in as long as possible. I start talking to these chicks. It is clear they are lez, but we're talking about whatever. In my mind, the conversation is EXTREMELY boring, but they're still contributing and getting into it. They laugh at random tidbits about my life. I'm literally want to tell them, "Listen...I know this is boring, so you can leave at ANY TIME". There was no flashy, high-octane shit being spat from my mouth. It was simply me talking and getting in a talkative mood. We chat for about 10-20 minutes. They finally leave because they see someone else, but I'm like, "wtf..."

I guess they stay because I bring the emotion. Even though the interaction is extremely boring in my eyes, they still stay and chat. It's like...what the fuck. I guess they're just being friendly, so it's a win-win. They help me out. I make them feel better and they meet someone new. Game on.

Anyways, I take a 5 minute rest break. I think I've been going for about 40 minutes straight talking, so it's time to cool the engines down so I can switch into next gear. I get water, use bathroom, and head back out. **It's a marathon...not a sprint**

I see a chick upstairs. Michael Jackson is playing. I lead her to dance floor. We dance. She is actually really fucking good of a dancer. Really sexy. Cute chick too. I like her. It was meant to be. We chat, vibe, fun times. I get number. She goes to dance with gay friend. Good times. Best thing about this? Leading. Twice. Legit shit.

I go downstairs again just chilling out. (This bar's rhythm is 1 hour behind every other bar because it closes at 3). I see a girl walking by with a guy friend in front of her. I tap her on the shoulder and just start talking. I have no clue what I say, but it's probably something about her dress...it was a legit good dress. I noticed that a running theme of tonight was that a lot of the openings were indirect, but they were still hard and I'd eventually go direct/say something direct later, so it's all good. It worked just the same, and maybe even...better?

Anyways, I tap her. The guy friend goes outside, but she stays to talk with me. I lead her about 3 feet away. Grab her hand and she follows. We're talking. It's nice just social timez about whatever. Eventually, I look at my phone and realize that it's like 12:35 or something. Time to kick it up to 4th gear. I grab her so we're full frontal. We start talking, and I say, "You know what...you're really cute".

She starts testing me about different things. I don't know, but eventually I'm just like, "Yeah...you're sexy".

She's like, "Cool...thanks...you too...I like buttsex".

My mind freezes because I'm like, "did she really just say what I think she said?"

She's like, "Yeah...buttsex really turns me on"

Screening time, so I say, "Okay...are you lesbian or are you straight?"

She's straight.

She asks me, I say straight. She says, "What? You're way too cute to be straight. You're well groomed, you dress really well, and you're neat".

I haven't brushed my hair in weeks, my beard is officially caveman, I'm wearing a chode/frat blue colored long sleeve shirt, and I'm wearing jeans. This is what I'm thinking subconsciously, but when I'm out, I don't even think in words/sentences in my mind, I simply interpret this as one thing:

LOVE IN THE MOONLIGHT!

Or should I say,

BUTTSEX IN THE MOONLIGHT!

I start ramping up the intent. I can feel myself getting a little bit better. I feel myself getting into it and she's getting into it. I'm getting more physical. I'm switching my brain from Social Timez to Sexy Timez. (This all happens within 1 minute). It's good. It's only like 12:45 or so (really like 11:45 in the bar rhythm), so I can only push it so far, but it's all good. I get number. We chat a bit more. All good. She goes to find her friend that she left.

I'm ON.

I go upstairs and get a quick water. I see cute girl in purple at bar. Go in hard and direct. She likes it. Gay friend disperses. It is only her and me, but something is askew. She keeps looking at the dance floor. I ask, "who are you here with?" She's like, "My gay friend Tom downstairs". Mystery solved, or so I thought, "Hey...grab my hand...let's dance". She's like, "I'm actually here with someone" and I'm like "Something's going on that I'm not seeing". Anyways, I let her go...it's sexy timez. I walk off with my water. The second that I back up from the chick, I see from the right corner of my eye, there was a 6ft5 oaf running to this chick trying to "save" her. I guess this was "who she was with". The guy stops running after he sees me back off. She eventually goes to him. I'm like, "YEP".

//: This bar in particular is really weird to read. The whole sexual relationship dynamic play is hard to figure out. Actually, I think that it's just Barbarella and the specific way that it is set up because I had a hard time reading shit. It was interesting.

This was just good because I went in there hard and direct even though there was a guy (I still have trauma issues from last Tuesday's adventures, jk)

I take a piss. I chat with some gay dudes outside. Very chill. Very nice.

I hit up a super cute blonde chick who looks like Gwen Stefani. I go in hard and tell her this. She likes it. I go direct. It is good. I let it breathe. We chat. Fun times. I MUSTTT go piss. I leave, but I'll be back later.

I roll up on a cute chick named Ashley. She smelled good, but she had a low-tone voice, so I thought she was lez. She is straight, so I give her a hug and say, "OMG..you're the first straight chick that I've met all night". This is fucking effective.

She's like, "Yep...I'm definitely straight...I love dick"

I'm like, "Awesome...then you'll definitely love mine"

She laughs for like...2 minutes straight. She cannot get over the fact that I said this. It is now Love in the Moonlight. All goes well until I get on my tirade about "Black Cock" and I keep talking about my dick. She keeps saying that it's "too much" and I keep calibrating down, but I just have to keep talking about my dick and black cock just for the LULZ. I can't help myself.

I effectively turn Love in the Moonlight into Black Cock in the Moonlight and ultimately kill all attraction that might have existed before. Note to self: No black cock tirades before 1:30 AM.

Anyways, I realize that it's time for me to slow it down some. I can feel myself red-lining. Time to chill out. I get a water. I see a super hott blonde chick shorty on the column. I roll up. I forget what I say, but I go in hard and most likely direct. She loves it. It is Love in the Moonlight. All is going well.

Her gay friend keeps tapping her trying to get her attention, but she's 100% into the conversation. I say, "I think that your friend is trying to get you". The second that I say that, I realize that he has a drink is his hand that he's giving to blondie. BIG MISTAKE. Girl focuses all of her energy on drink and runs to her gay friends as they're all drinking together.

Nathan: "Can't compete with drinks".

This was the equivalent of sacrificing my Queen in Chess. Big mistake, but I can still recover. I tap shorty on shoulder, but before I do, a 4 ft 10 chick walks close to me and starts saying something to me. I cannot interpret what she's saying, but I'm assuming that she has realized my awesomeness and therefore wants to meet me. I stick out my hand and say, "I'm Alexander"

She eventually speaks up and is like, "That's my girlfriend...you can't talk to her...that's my girlfriend". I give her a look that's like, "...really...that's the best you've got? if I had a fucking nickel for every time..." Chick is 100% straight, so I disregard this Tom-Foolery, but friend will not shut the fuck up. So I decide to get creative, and I say, "No..don't worry...I'm gay". This effectively quells the friend.

This *would've* worked, if I were not so loud all the time. Friend calms down, but blondie is like, "What??? You told me a minute ago you were straight!!!"

BOOM. CHECKMATE. DONE. POOF.

I go back in. No go. Checkmate deluxe. I start cracking up because I think this is funny. Never done that before...hahaha.

//: Note to self: in the VERY, VERY rare case that a girl will persist on the "That's my girlfriend" line, just keep saying, "No No NO....don't worry...I like girls too...I like girls too". Primary should be ignore and/or backturn. This should be secondary.

I'm on 100%. Full speed, and it's closing time. 4th and 5th gear baby.

Observation: Even though I was going hard with these chicks, a lot of the time, I'd be using indirect openers. However, they worked VERY well for some reason because they were either very situational (something that just happened less than 10 seconds ago), or just legit as fuck. I don't normally go direct, but when I do, it works. Nevertheless, I'd go direct and shit would be just as good. However, whenever I'd do this, I'd be like, "You're cute and I just had to meet you" and often times girls will be like, "Awww...thanks". We'll chat and eventually, they'll be like, "Well it was nice meeting you". I used to be like, "HAHA, I ain't done yet" or "You can't get rid of me that easily", but now I just ignore 100% and keep talking about whatever. Twas interesting. It happened a lot this weekend and just a little bit today.

I take a break. Water. Piss.

I see a super smoking tall chick. I roll up hard and direct. I'm like, "Hey...you're cute...I just had to meet you". She's giving me ZERO response. I saw it again...nothing. I tap her again and literally my Tonality goes from Breaking Rapport...to 90 Degrees Breaking Rapport...to Negative 90 Degrees Breaking Rapport. Once this happens, she eventually stops acting retarded and is like, "We've already been through this before...last week". I'm like, "...yeah...anyways". But she's like stone motherfucking cold. (I might've met this chick last week, but she's wearing completely different clothing/colors and I think she dyed her hair) I guess that she just found out her cat died because she doesn't want to meet me because she's in a bad mood. Either that or she could be socially retarded. Anyways, I roll up to her friend who loves me, but the spiteful social pressure of the friend whose cat recently deceased is too much for her to bear. The friend shuts down, and I'm like, "Fuck this...there are hotter chicks...vamos". But I forgive these girls, if my cat died too, I'd probably be mean to everyone in the bar also...

I see a chick in red with a dude in red also. I roll up hard. She's super friendly. Too friendly and too open. No sexual tension. I ask the proverbial question, "How do you guys know each other?" she's like, "Oh...we just met". I'm like, "Not sure if trolling..." in my mind. So, I'm about to full box the guy out and go beastmode on this chick, and the split second before I do she's like, "HAHA, just kidding...this is my boyfriend of 3 years". I'm like, "Yep...that's better". Anyways, they are really cool people and I get extra friendly with the girlfriend. Covert Love in the Moonlight. I'm doing this, we're chatting, and it's fun times.

**I use my peripheral's to figure out what hott chicks are closeby. I see a super hott chick surrounded by 4 dudes. I'm talking to the couple. They are actually really fun to talk to. They're heading to get a drink, and we say goodbye and BOOM I claw miss blondie. If I were to time this shit, it would be less than .25 milliseconds of time in between the time that I say "bye" and the time that I claw.**

Now the following events are interesting as fuck. I claw her, she's officially freaked the fuck out for the first 4 or 5 seconds. She tries to escape the claw. She mouths the friends like, "who the fuck is this?", but I literally see with my own eyes all of the momentum and emotion that I built in the previous interaction transfer over to her and she relaxes and it officially becomes Love in the Moonlight.

She keeps going, "Nice to meet you...nice to meet you" and shaking my hand and shit, but I just ignore and keep talking. Eventually, she drops her little conditioned chode-screening tests, and we start talking.

We're talking and I make some of THE DEEPEST emotional connections that I've ever made in my life. Even though we're just talking about simple shit, I can feel that below the surface some really deep shit is going on. Like, it's a really deep emotional bond that's going on. I feel like I'm the source of all emotions in this interaction. It's REALLY powerful. This was one of the first times that I CONSCIOUSLY gave the chick a full range of emotions (both positive and negative).

I see her literally fall into my frame 100% it's like I'm the motherfucking shit and yeah.

I eventually stall out because I can feel that I was pushing a little bit (bladder?), but this was one of the first times that I was able to create a STRONG emotional connection consciously that had both positive and negative emotions. Like, this shit was DEEP. I go for number, but she says, "I don't give number to people I've just met". But I'm like, "It's fine...don't worry...we have the northern connection...give me your number" and she's like, "Okay...512..." then she snaps back and she's like, "I can't". I think she offers me her FBook but I'm not here for URL's.

I piss.

I see chick who was Bi and very quiet before. Now, she's extremely receptive and she's very friendly. Ding ding ding. Love in the moonlight. It's on. We chat. Get number. I planned on running into her later and pulling, but that didn't work out...Universe had other plans for me.

I take a break. I can tell that I'm about to red-line.

I walk around and chill for a bit. I relax. I cool the engine down a bit.

I see a gay dude taking pictures of a chick who is making some sexy poses. My initial reaction was like, "This chick is lesbian and is just being a silly camera girl". Dude has a full out SLRS with a super lens. Her poses are really sexy. His flash is bright as fuck. It's fun to look at.

Gay dude sits next to hott chick and points the camera in my direction.

BOOM. I walk up and start posing. I then say, "WHAT??? NO PICTURE OF ME???"

He takes one of me. Then, I'm like, "You and me babe" or something to that effect. I sit next to her, we start doing sexy poses. Chick is super receptive. We start talking about cameras. We have fun as a group.

Then, I switch attention 100% to girl. Gay guy understands and starts texting on his phone.

I honestly don't remember much of what happens because this is where all the training "kicked in". Everything that I've ever learned in PU, Game, BC, and first hand experience came to the forefront. Everything just fucking "clicked". I couldn't even tell you what I did, but it was a mix of chance, timing, and fun.

This is/was just true love in the moonlight. She is SUPERRRR receptive. I'm SUPERRRR awesome. Win-Win.

She's an English major. I say, "I'm going to write a song for you...not only that... I'm going to play it on the piano and I'm going to actually sing with it".

Love in the Moonlight at its finest.

I tell dude to take a picture of us again and I pull off an HPRJ camera move. She kisses me on the cheek, but I turn my head super quickly so she gets my lips. I saw HPRJ do that in Opera and it made me LOL.

I kiss the chick. IDK if I madeout with her, I don't think I did. I kiss her a couple of times more. Some on cheek. Before I leave, she kisses me on cheek. I text her my name, but she doesn't have her phone. She says that she'll remember me. It's all good.

I either go to take a piss or look for the girl that I was going to pull (either Buttsex girl or the Bi-Chick)

I run into Buttsex girl. She's about to approach a guy who's sitting all alone at the bar. I interrupt her approach and she seems sad, but she wants to talk to me. I start talking about whatever. She looks bored. Shit eventually fizzles out and she just leaves. Two reasons: 1) I forgot that it's closing time, 2) I also forgot how far I had gotten in the previous interaction with her. We had moved from Love in the Moonlight to Buttsex in the Moonlight...that's a step up. I was still talking as if though I was at Love in the Moonlight with this chick. Yes, no wonder she got bored. Der.

I can't find the Bi-Chick that I was going to pull. I head outside. Roll up hard on super-cute blonde chick. She likes. Has a boyfriend who is right next to her. BF is actually a chill dude. I like him. We exchange numbers. It's party timez in the future with us three.

They tell me to meet one of their friends and say that "XXX" told them to meet you. I do exactly that and I roll in hard, but I say, "Hey...XXX told me to meet you because you were really cool" which was 100% incongruent to whatever I'm used to doing. After I say it, I kinda stop and I'm like, "What the fuck did I just say?" and I'm a bit disgusted at myself. But I keep going.

This chick is legit. She's some neurosurgeon or something. She's 6ft3 with heels. Even though she's hott and stuff, I'm still a bit shaken up at what came out of my mouth, that eventually we're talking, but I lose it someway somehow.

This was actually a rookie mistake about something I learned back in college. Lesson learned: Never say BLAH BLAH BLAH told me I should meet you. Always go in direct and hard, but NAME DROP whoever into conversation. Derrrr.

I take a piss.

I walk out. I see a chick who looks exactly like Lady Gaga but with red-hair. I roll up hard and direct, but I say, "I know you...". I can't remember, but we have fun. She's sad and looking for friends. We chat and vibe for a little bit, but she's kinda down and not really receptive to anything that I put out there. (David Dieda...test of my heart to see how well I can open her). I'll be running into her again, she's a regular...so I'm fine. Chloe. All good. She sees her friends and eventually leaves. (This plays to my advantage with The English Major/Pic Poser a little bit later).

As I'm walking past the bar, someone steps on the back of my shoe. Normally, I would never care, but I realize that it is a chick who stepped on the back of my shoe so I immediately stop her and demand explanation.

We chat. She's cute. I like her glasses though, but I know it's closing time, so I ask her the proverbial question, "So...who are you here with?"

She says, "I'm all alone...and I'm by myself"

DING DING DING. WE HAVE A WINNER.

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Part Two: Weirdest pull of my life.

At this point, my core masculine instincts kick in. I automatically say, "Grab my hand...let's go outside". She follows suit. She grabs my arm or something which is good enough. I tell her, "Here...take a seat" She follows suit. We chat for a bit. I drop, "I'm hungry" and "I live on 5th street". We chat a bit. I'm like, "I'm hungry, let's go to Thai Passion".

I go to take a piss. She waits for me outside bathroom. She follows me out bar, but doesn't want to grab my hand for some reason. That's fine...she's following.

We're walking outside, I hear some black dude on a bike yell, "Okay Erin, you're goin home with other niggas?? I see how it is..." I LOL hard, but I'm perplexed because about 10 or so dudes come up to this chick who is supposedly "alone" and "by herself", but I'm like, "Umm...okay".

Anyways, I keep walking. She follows. I tell her to grab my arm. She does.

Long story short, some of the things that she says make me go, "Uhhh....okay".

-"I'm 28 and my roommate is 21...she comes to me with her problems and I just tell her to shut the fuck up and stop bitching all the time" - that was acceptable. I was like, "Yeah...keep it real".
-She hauks a lugie which turned me on. I like crassness and unrefined women...to a certain point.
-Then she sees a fat chick who asks for a lighter and she's like, "yeah...I don't give lighters to people with double chins" - I thought that was actually funny. Hahaha.
-She's like, "Yeah...my biggest fear is going to jail and getting raped. I'd hate to be butt-fingered by some horny female inmates"
-"I'm a sociapath"
-**"You know those shoes that I stepped on yours with?? Well, yeah...I stole them from DSW...I just put them in my bag and left the store"**

We're walking. I stop her and go in for makeout, but she's like, "No...don't try and kiss me...I have cigarette breath" or something like that. This should've been #1 red flag. This along with the fact that she has a problem holding hands. She says that she's more of an "arm grabber" than a "hand holder".

We get to Thai Passion. We eat. We talk. We plan to go back to my place. It's all good. I only eat about half of my food (Passion Rolls...I love that shit), so I get a to-go box. She puts her shit in her to-go box.

I pay. I go to take a piss. I walk out.

She bolted...not only with her food, but with MY food. Unaccfuckingceptable.

//: I've had problems with Klepto chicks in the past. Weird shit. "You attract what you are" - I thought I stopped stealing shit back in 3rd grade...guess not.

Lessons Learned:
1) Screen for klepto's.
2) Don't pay for random hoes' food...particularly if they say they are klepto.
3) Fuck her behind a dumpster THEN go out to eat.
4) Screen hard for DTFness when unsure.

I realize my mistake. I should've just stopped her straight up and been like, "Girl...you're turning me on with those glasses...I just want to take you and fuck you behind that dumpster". I should've fucked her behind the dumpster THEN gone out to eat with her. If she wasn't down, then left her ass. I piss behind dumpsters all the time, so fucking behind them is just another thing. Awesome. LESSON LEARNED.

The best thing? I never make the same mistake twice.

Cheers.

-AR

//: Yeah...note to self: SCREEN for klepto's.

//: "I'm going to write you a song...I'm going to play it on piano and sing it to you" ---- stolen...from myself.

//: Note. English majors I've met in Austin like to write more than they like to read.

//: Assume friend is gay. Powerful belief to have.

//: This was rhythm at its finest. Sober, Solo, and Sexual. No interferences.

//: Breaks...do them in total vocal silence. Don't talk to anyone....anyone.

//: Drink less water. Drink MUCH less water. Bladder is becoming the biggest cockblock to getting laid. But, the voice needs water, so...I'm in a quandary. Next time, just tell chicks, "I g2g piss, I'll be right back". But I'm easily distracted, so IDK how that will work out...

//: Interactions are sexualizing a lot faster and I'm seeing "windows" to take them very sexual verbally. Before, I always thought that I would have to "do" something out of left field to make it happen, but there are actually tons of small opportunities that are there if I'm paying attention to what's really going on. They are super small and can be missed verryyyy easily, but they are there. It was just something I realized tonight.

//: Note to self. No more than 1 drop of MonAtomic gold. 2 is too much. Hampers my state...too introspective.

So I ended up going to bed at 8 AM...they want to test the fire alarms @ 1 PM. Awesome. 

 @ Dave: Once I realize what happened, I was like....really? 

@ Real2: Umm....physicality isn't exactly something that I think of anymore. It's just that I know when to push it hard and I know when not too. Before and during BC, I was extremely physical and I pushed things alot. My sticking point was that I "DID" too much. Instead of allowing these interactions to breathe, reading them, feeling what the girl is feeling, and actually getting to know the girl...I'd be executing "perfect kino" and "perfect game" which would get me results. But there would be zero emotional connection and chicks would be physically attracted, but there would no emotional connection. 

I digress. To answer your question, "how much physical game do I run?"...honestly, I don't think about it. Everytime that I say "Love in the Moonlight" that is the equivalent of full intent/beastmode/dong whatever you want to call it. I'll roll up to these chicks and get them full frontal and I'll literally be running my boner on front of their stomachs/vagina area. Once I get done talking to chicks - when it's true Love in the Moonlight - I'll often be oozing pre-cum because I'm fucking horny and shit. 

Like, my game has gotten to a point where tonality, physicality, and eye contact and all those fundamentals are down. Now, I focus on a couple of different things - just the emotional connection, seeing how far I can "push the envelope" (physically and emotionally), giving the girl opportunities to invest, seeing how little effort I can put into the interaction and still have it go well, *leading*, etc. 

It might seem like I'm pretty social. I am, but I also combine that with alot of physicality. I just don't write about that because what I "do" these days isn't the main focus. Everytime that I say, "I go in hard"...that means that I roll up to the chick, I either claw, or get full frontal with her. Love in the Moonlight typically ensues with different things. Hand holding, hugging, spin hugs, makeouts, kisses, neck biting, hair pulling, neck kissing, etc. 

Whenever I walk up to chicks, they know 100% what I'm about. There's NO fucking ambiguity in their mind whatsoever the reason why I'm up in their grillz.

I used to have a problem with talking alot and not getting physical. I still talk...quite a bit, so does the chick, but I'm also very physical now. If you were walking by, you'd assume that the chick and I already know each other. Shit is on point...it's just not something I think about. 

Thanks for asking about that though. Writing it out helps clarify where I'm at and it's extremely helpful. I have a feeling that pretty soon I'm going to start pushing boundaries again to see how far I can take things physically. It's pretty interesting now that I can actually read chicks and can calibrate. Fun shit. 

Cheers. 

-AR