THE FORUMS
.......... (Continued)
Lamie:
Two-set walking towards me. One Black girl (Lamie) and the other Turkish. Look very young but approach anyway. Not that cute, but approachable to say the least. Again, the same line. Lols all around. No hesistation or anything, just practically stopped in the middle of the st. I'm more talkative now, more loose to say whatever the fuck I want. Although I'm not 100% physical as I'd like to be, but I wasn't focusing on that, again I'm just constructing socialbility in my favour.
They say they're going back to the Turkish girls house, Lamie tells me what shes doing in College and I tell them I'm coming back to theirs too. They LOL. Tell them I'm gonna txt them as soon as I leave another party to come over, they oblige, ask Lamie for her number. She says she hasn't got a phone, doesn't know the number, has a new phone, BUT, points to her friend and says she has it and will give it to me. I actually thought she was giving me some bogus lie, but her friend gets out the phone and it was legit.
As I leave, I observe how they're still waiting by the railings for me to come back or/and say one last thing. Now on abit of a high prowl-mode, I walk up the same high street and approach two-randomers...
Jodie:
This girl was really cute, brown-skinned girl with short hair, aand dimples. Almost young-model looking. 18-years-old if I recall and also had a lil attitude on her, but nonetheless I knocked her ego down when I just persisted. Same line, although I did get the loling going, she had a ciggerette whilst I was talking to her, which put me off a lil. For that, it's -5 points even though she was cute as fuck. Go to shake the friends hand, but she says “I'm not going to shake ur hand...” I treply with “ok cheers thanks..”. In actuality she did me a favor, whats the point when I don't want to speak to her? move swiftly onto Jodie.
Anyway, shes basically giving me one-off answers and replies, not really investing. So I take a course to tussle with her ego a lil, I didn't care. She could tell by my body langauge that I didn't give a fuck about her cheekbones or soft skin. After jokingly berating her uptightedness, she looks asif she wants to cry (“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO ANTI-SOCIAL THOUGH?”) She starts getting into the BF excuse. “I've got a bf anyway...” :/
Her friend says “she's not being rude, she didn't walk away, she didn't tell you to go, shes actually being nice”. I then get sympathetic, but tell her to “drop down and give me twenty”, “I've had hotter girls...” “Why do you hate me..”Still looks like she wants to cry (lol) but doesn't say anything, muttering stuff actually, but funnily enough still looking me dead in the eye, I think I've done enough knocking of egos and finally back away, there bus comes. Bounce.
Blonde in Jogging Pants:
Now an approaching machine, approaching any chick that looks fancy to the eye. Some blonde chick with an accent, headphones and jog pants appears, I run up behind her and point to absolutely nowhere, and spit the same lyric....
She takes her headphones off, then asks me what about three times ("Wut...Wut..wut?"). I'm saying it loud enough, but she actually thought I was asking for directions. She gets a lil flustred and says “TUT. I thought you were asking for directions” then begins to put her headphones on. I say “Alright seeya bitch..” She tuts again and huffs-AND-puffs. LOL.
Latoya:
This was more a familiarity interaction, than me cold approaching and going for numbers. I think I approached this girl back in December 2010! Same year I properly started going out and applying the basic stuff, but other than that, she looked very familiar. Approach her outside a pub/bar – Same gambit (“illegal!”). Once this punchline gets delivered, its all LOLs. She's abit weary, but stays locked in for whats left of a small and brief interaction.
I didn't want to say to much or go off on a cold-lead due to me not knowing if she was this particular person. But keep talking til I find out...
I tell her she looks really familiar. I really wanted to fuck this girl, because she just looked so innocent and unkowing of what I wanted to do to her, abit mousy, but sophisticated. I didn't go off on I-wanna-fuck-you-tonight theme, but had I found out earlier that she wasn't this paticular girl, my urge would've been on that and it probably would've been a close, but I generally thought she was someone I knew, and that person is off-limits for private reasons. She starts getting weirded out when I mentioned what her surname was, but still laughing and smiley. Her friend comes and she tells me her surname, not sure if it was or wasn't the same girl, but they eventually said they were going into the pub now, then I bounced.
Abit messy writing this up. In all honesty it's for me to look back on, improve, laugh about and get reference experiences so screw if you like it in note-form or if you scoff at incorrect graemmer :). A quick approach log here, before I head off to a party with the gf. Didn't get any done on Saturday, but will hit it up again this following Monday, probably do a 7-day-bonzai of approaches and more madness, plus my fav wing (not from RSD/Community) is back in town, who is PIMP, so we can also do some heavy night game too, but daytime interactions are becoming a favourite of mine.
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From FB, but yeah. Think this is her. I'll see her again, because that pub/bar is a local hotspot.
Lamie:
Two-set walking towards me. One Black girl (Lamie) and the other Turkish. Look very young but approach anyway. Not that cute, but approachable to say the least. Again, the same line. Lols all around. No hesistation or anything, just practically stopped in the middle of the st. I'm more talkative now, more loose to say whatever the fuck I want. Although I'm not 100% physical as I'd like to be, but I wasn't focusing on that, again I'm just constructing socialbility in my favour.
They say they're going back to the Turkish girls house, Lamie tells me what shes doing in College and I tell them I'm coming back to theirs too. They LOL. Tell them I'm gonna txt them as soon as I leave another party to come over, they oblige, ask Lamie for her number. She says she hasn't got a phone, doesn't know the number, has a new phone, BUT, points to her friend and says she has it and will give it to me. I actually thought she was giving me some bogus lie, but her friend gets out the phone and it was legit.
As I leave, I observe how they're still waiting by the railings for me to come back or/and say one last thing. Now on abit of a high prowl-mode, I walk up the same high street and approach two-randomers...
Jodie:
This girl was really cute, brown-skinned girl with short hair, aand dimples. Almost young-model looking. 18-years-old if I recall and also had a lil attitude on her, but nonetheless I knocked her ego down when I just persisted. Same line, although I did get the loling going, she had a ciggerette whilst I was talking to her, which put me off a lil. For that, it's -5 points even though she was cute as fuck. Go to shake the friends hand, but she says “I'm not going to shake ur hand...” I treply with “ok cheers thanks..”. In actuality she did me a favor, whats the point when I don't want to speak to her? move swiftly onto Jodie.
Anyway, shes basically giving me one-off answers and replies, not really investing. So I take a course to tussle with her ego a lil, I didn't care. She could tell by my body langauge that I didn't give a fuck about her cheekbones or soft skin. After jokingly berating her uptightedness, she looks asif she wants to cry (“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO ANTI-SOCIAL THOUGH?”) She starts getting into the BF excuse. “I've got a bf anyway...” :/
Her friend says “she's not being rude, she didn't walk away, she didn't tell you to go, shes actually being nice”. I then get sympathetic, but tell her to “drop down and give me twenty”, “I've had hotter girls...” “Why do you hate me..”Still looks like she wants to cry (lol) but doesn't say anything, muttering stuff actually, but funnily enough still looking me dead in the eye, I think I've done enough knocking of egos and finally back away, there bus comes. Bounce.
Blonde in Jogging Pants:
Now an approaching machine, approaching any chick that looks fancy to the eye. Some blonde chick with an accent, headphones and jog pants appears, I run up behind her and point to absolutely nowhere, and spit the same lyric....
She takes her headphones off, then asks me what about three times ("Wut...Wut..wut?"). I'm saying it loud enough, but she actually thought I was asking for directions. She gets a lil flustred and says “TUT. I thought you were asking for directions” then begins to put her headphones on. I say “Alright seeya bitch..” She tuts again and huffs-AND-puffs. LOL.
Latoya:
This was more a familiarity interaction, than me cold approaching and going for numbers. I think I approached this girl back in December 2010! Same year I properly started going out and applying the basic stuff, but other than that, she looked very familiar. Approach her outside a pub/bar – Same gambit (“illegal!”). Once this punchline gets delivered, its all LOLs. She's abit weary, but stays locked in for whats left of a small and brief interaction.
I didn't want to say to much or go off on a cold-lead due to me not knowing if she was this particular person. But keep talking til I find out...
I tell her she looks really familiar. I really wanted to fuck this girl, because she just looked so innocent and unkowing of what I wanted to do to her, abit mousy, but sophisticated. I didn't go off on I-wanna-fuck-you-tonight theme, but had I found out earlier that she wasn't this paticular girl, my urge would've been on that and it probably would've been a close, but I generally thought she was someone I knew, and that person is off-limits for private reasons. She starts getting weirded out when I mentioned what her surname was, but still laughing and smiley. Her friend comes and she tells me her surname, not sure if it was or wasn't the same girl, but they eventually said they were going into the pub now, then I bounced.
Abit messy writing this up. In all honesty it's for me to look back on, improve, laugh about and get reference experiences so screw if you like it in note-form or if you scoff at incorrect graemmer :). A quick approach log here, before I head off to a party with the gf. Didn't get any done on Saturday, but will hit it up again this following Monday, probably do a 7-day-bonzai of approaches and more madness, plus my fav wing (not from RSD/Community) is back in town, who is PIMP, so we can also do some heavy night game too, but daytime interactions are becoming a favourite of mine.
From FB, but yeah. Think this is her. I'll see her again, because that pub/bar is a local hotspot.
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we move to the seating area and I see Babes is already there with the girl he soon takes home
MONDAY, APRIL 2ND
DAYGAME
Decided to go out only for about 30-40 minutes today. I thought 20 minutes would be too short, since it was a weekday and I went out a few hours after the mall had closed (not many approachable women), had work and other stuff to do before that.
Very short one today, more lessons that anything. This is more fun now, it's more fun when your watching the “process” instead of a case-by-case basis.
I like how in just a few short days I can get my mojo back in full attire. It's restored the confidence in me that this shit is easy, and that you'll ALWAYS experience a lil fear or anxiety IF you are NOT building up momentum. My environment axniety has gone completely down. This is natural. You're not weird or abnormal for talking to the opposite sex. Its crazy how easily mislead we can get once we're isolated into our own lil worlds without delving into the unknown.
Tasha:
Walked up the High Street, past the mall, but just a few randomers coming out the cinema. No approachable sets asofyet. Lol. I swear I see more elderly people out after 7pm than young adults but anyway, see some cutie crossing the rd parallel to my direction. About 5'4'', brown, half black and half indian—Long hair—don't care. Bang. Approach.
As I'm walking upto her, I point towards Nando's in our direction. I say “That is..........ILLEGAL..” I get my phone out to all the police. “I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to call the police.. This shit is illegal” She's laughing and tuts, looks at me like some kitten. I say “You're too cute to be coming up here like that” She laughs.. I continue with it and tell her shes gorgeous, beautful and how awesome her hair is.
She says shes just going to the gym which is newly open and I tell her I'm heading that way too. She seemed abit scared, combined with starstruckness, like she was just overwhelmed by it all or in a position of vulnerability –I swear if you open HARD enough, sets will blow open, but some girls will get vulnerable and seemingly look disinterested—But keep going anyway.
So we walk up near the gym, she tells me shes meeting a friend and its her first time, I ask her why she looks so sad, she says shes nervous, its her “first time”. I tease her about NOT having cellulite, and she replies how she needs to lose the fat (LOL bish wasn't even fat).
I tell her we're going out, and I'm gonna take her out. Shes slightly hesistant and tells me shes seeing someone. I tell her I don't even want her number, and that seeing someone is fucking harmless and that we should have some “little tashas”.. babies” She laughs, but is still abit reluctant, but asks me if I'm on FB. I tell her yes and snatch her FB quickly. She says she'll talk to me on there, but I'm not a Fbtard and have no use for it, its like numbers—Lol utterly useless sometimes.
LESSONS: SLOW BURN (5 mins+) & PLAYING-TO-WIN: Okay, so I've been pushing for the 2 minute mark do-or-die. GOT THE TWO MINUTE MARK down. Although I'll need to do a few more approaches and sets to see where they end up and get it down properly. That means basically bending over in the fire even when they do not want to talk. Going for the "Fuck Off" replies and it's evident I'm still playing it slightly safe. I need to get abit more physical (still calibrated ofc) but just that edge of touchyness where shes treated like a girlfriend or old romance. After pulling from clubs and seeing whats possible, KNOWING whats out there, I find it somewhat diffulcult to take numbers or Facebook accounts. In all honesty, I'd liken the blowout more and I don't know how other guys who have pulled without even taking numbers stomach that shit. I've already cut off contact with two chicks from the other day. It just affirms to me that numbers is another excuse for not taking the blowout, for pushing too far.
I was reading some chapter in Hagakure--Where Tsunetomo said "Once you think you have gone too far, you are probably in the right place.” - Now what am I going to take from that or how can it be applied to pick-up? Well first of all, it shouldn't be taken in a literal sense, where you're basically near enough on the verge of rape or harassing people, looking like a weirdo in public--But OTOH going too far to win, to get the results, joy in the process, to be free, free from emotional dependence on external things like rejections, blowouts, numbers that don't amount to anything, because once you've built up enough abundance to your waist deep in it, you're probably in the right place -- (Getting the huge investments back). Thats what it means to me and thats how I'm going to continue to look at it from that perspective.
LESSONS: Moment of REALNESS: Probably the most important compared to the latter as they're just being energized and surfacing everytime I go out, BUT...but the moment of realness is another thing. I fear going into a moment of realness due to being too "inverview-y" or lame or NOT saying something cool..but I can tell off the bat that most of the numbers are generally just txt-and-txt relationships and and uphill battle. To minimize this, I think having moments-of-realness will appear to knock that away. So, if I push for the 5 mins and keep pushing to make her stay (better to get a blowout thana have a flakey or non-interested number) then I can monetize the outcomes if you will. At the least, I'll be shooting myself in the foot in terms of quantity from a pool of numbers, but I'm here for quality, and would rather dodge the uphill battle of texting-to-invest-in-her, when I can do that then and there. Till tommorow.
DAYGAME
Decided to go out only for about 30-40 minutes today. I thought 20 minutes would be too short, since it was a weekday and I went out a few hours after the mall had closed (not many approachable women), had work and other stuff to do before that.
Very short one today, more lessons that anything. This is more fun now, it's more fun when your watching the “process” instead of a case-by-case basis.
I like how in just a few short days I can get my mojo back in full attire. It's restored the confidence in me that this shit is easy, and that you'll ALWAYS experience a lil fear or anxiety IF you are NOT building up momentum. My environment axniety has gone completely down. This is natural. You're not weird or abnormal for talking to the opposite sex. Its crazy how easily mislead we can get once we're isolated into our own lil worlds without delving into the unknown.
Tasha:
Walked up the High Street, past the mall, but just a few randomers coming out the cinema. No approachable sets asofyet. Lol. I swear I see more elderly people out after 7pm than young adults but anyway, see some cutie crossing the rd parallel to my direction. About 5'4'', brown, half black and half indian—Long hair—don't care. Bang. Approach.
As I'm walking upto her, I point towards Nando's in our direction. I say “That is..........ILLEGAL..” I get my phone out to all the police. “I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to call the police.. This shit is illegal” She's laughing and tuts, looks at me like some kitten. I say “You're too cute to be coming up here like that” She laughs.. I continue with it and tell her shes gorgeous, beautful and how awesome her hair is.
She says shes just going to the gym which is newly open and I tell her I'm heading that way too. She seemed abit scared, combined with starstruckness, like she was just overwhelmed by it all or in a position of vulnerability –I swear if you open HARD enough, sets will blow open, but some girls will get vulnerable and seemingly look disinterested—But keep going anyway.
So we walk up near the gym, she tells me shes meeting a friend and its her first time, I ask her why she looks so sad, she says shes nervous, its her “first time”. I tease her about NOT having cellulite, and she replies how she needs to lose the fat (LOL bish wasn't even fat).
I tell her we're going out, and I'm gonna take her out. Shes slightly hesistant and tells me shes seeing someone. I tell her I don't even want her number, and that seeing someone is fucking harmless and that we should have some “little tashas”.. babies” She laughs, but is still abit reluctant, but asks me if I'm on FB. I tell her yes and snatch her FB quickly. She says she'll talk to me on there, but I'm not a Fbtard and have no use for it, its like numbers—Lol utterly useless sometimes.
LESSONS: SLOW BURN (5 mins+) & PLAYING-TO-WIN: Okay, so I've been pushing for the 2 minute mark do-or-die. GOT THE TWO MINUTE MARK down. Although I'll need to do a few more approaches and sets to see where they end up and get it down properly. That means basically bending over in the fire even when they do not want to talk. Going for the "Fuck Off" replies and it's evident I'm still playing it slightly safe. I need to get abit more physical (still calibrated ofc) but just that edge of touchyness where shes treated like a girlfriend or old romance. After pulling from clubs and seeing whats possible, KNOWING whats out there, I find it somewhat diffulcult to take numbers or Facebook accounts. In all honesty, I'd liken the blowout more and I don't know how other guys who have pulled without even taking numbers stomach that shit. I've already cut off contact with two chicks from the other day. It just affirms to me that numbers is another excuse for not taking the blowout, for pushing too far.
I was reading some chapter in Hagakure--Where Tsunetomo said "Once you think you have gone too far, you are probably in the right place.” - Now what am I going to take from that or how can it be applied to pick-up? Well first of all, it shouldn't be taken in a literal sense, where you're basically near enough on the verge of rape or harassing people, looking like a weirdo in public--But OTOH going too far to win, to get the results, joy in the process, to be free, free from emotional dependence on external things like rejections, blowouts, numbers that don't amount to anything, because once you've built up enough abundance to your waist deep in it, you're probably in the right place -- (Getting the huge investments back). Thats what it means to me and thats how I'm going to continue to look at it from that perspective.
LESSONS: Moment of REALNESS: Probably the most important compared to the latter as they're just being energized and surfacing everytime I go out, BUT...but the moment of realness is another thing. I fear going into a moment of realness due to being too "inverview-y" or lame or NOT saying something cool..but I can tell off the bat that most of the numbers are generally just txt-and-txt relationships and and uphill battle. To minimize this, I think having moments-of-realness will appear to knock that away. So, if I push for the 5 mins and keep pushing to make her stay (better to get a blowout thana have a flakey or non-interested number) then I can monetize the outcomes if you will. At the least, I'll be shooting myself in the foot in terms of quantity from a pool of numbers, but I'm here for quality, and would rather dodge the uphill battle of texting-to-invest-in-her, when I can do that then and there. Till tommorow.
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we move to the seating area and I see Babes is already there with the girl he soon takes home
FRIDAY, APRIL 6TH
Haven't gone out for about 3 days due to work and other commitments, but was slightly excited to get back out there and do more approaches. I think building up momentum, the “right” momentum (consistent approaches-no-thinking-time) has mitigated my anxiety to near 0. Theres always that slight anxiousness with daytime approaches, but once the first approach is over and done with, it doesn't take anything else for me to go full-boss mode on it now.
This week(end) has been really eye-opening, best one infact, all due to commiting to the fundamentals. This thing righ here, is really easy if you allow it to. Theres no rules, just “inclinations” – Thats why i've taken a few days off from replying in here, because its asif its taking away the easiness, simplicity and fun away from something and making it slightly weird and “pickup-gimmicky”.
In return, I can't even remember every approach or even the names of he girls, and I don't think I should. It depletes the organic compound from something that you're “doing” rather than “thinking”. The inclinations thus far are just impulses an spur of moments which I vagely remember.
SARAH
Late evening daytime, it's about 9PM, just before heading off to meet my wing to go out to the club. I spot a two brown girls at the same bus stop. One dude (my insta-wing) beside me asks for a lighter, and we chalk it up for awhile. Just socializing, cool dude, wants to game, but is full-interview style mode. I take it as an opportunity to use him for justification, dude actually helped me with the cockblocker friend.
Anyway, me and this dude sort of create an unofficial alliance of wingmanship with these two girls on the bus. I talk to my chick (Sarah), whilst he talks to the other friend – Who was alittle jealous I wasn't giving her attention or approaching her, since she was more flamboyant than Sarah. Same line, “It's illegal, I'm getting you arrested ….your too cute, bla bla” Shes laughing. Asks me where I'm from, shes visiting London from Hertfordshire for a week, and is half Rwandan and half Ugandan – but cute. Her friend is Guyanese. We're all socializing, they're going home. Its there time to get off the bus, but I pull Sarah back, tell her to give me her number
Shes slightly hesistant, because her friend is dragging her off the bus, my insta-wing is yelling “STOP COCKBLOCKING, SHE LIKES HIM” The noise tempo begins to get louder on the bus, the friend is pulling away, i'm pulling towards me, Sarah is in abit of a pickle. Eventually the get off, she turns back every so often to look at me in this “I'm sorry” way. No probs, was fun. But more on her later.
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Meet up with wing at his house, head off to our local bar a bus ride away. Thanks to the prevous approaches, socializing and doing all the solo gaming during the last week, my spirit and attitude for fun and self-amusement was topnotch – In actuality, it upped my wings spirits too, who is always like that, but with the added awesomness coming from my aura, we were on fire.
Talking to everyone, harassing bypassers, everyone. I've noticed he NEVER complains about anything, is always in this feel-good harassing mood, whilst I'm seldom moody about something or slightly queit, we just don't smash it as we normally do, but tonight was one of those nights for havoc.
ESSEX HAIRDRESSERS
Not that many girls outside from the first outlook, still early, except for two essex-wag types who were outside smoking. We blast the set open with them. One blonde-MILF and the other a brunette hairdresser – Thats all I remember about them. A very short interaction. Infact there are probably countless other short interactions (momentum) with all types of people, that I don't recall just yet, but probably didn't go anywhere serious enough for me to remember it that much. Meh.
The blonde MILF looked very intoxicated, boring and would just have this deep rusty smokers-laugh everytime we said something un-funny – Still however, she was down for banter, but not for the touchy-feely stuff. I wasn't feeling it. The brunnette was interested in me, even though my wing was talking to her, but I thought I'd get back to her at a later time if shes still about – but unfortunately for her, abrubtly approached another cute MILF behind us who was smoking on a wall :)
MILF IN LEATHER
(continued) Same line, “It's ILLEGAL TO BE THAT CUTE, COME HERE..” Quickly hug her, groping her on the wall. She's smiling, alittle buzzed, and pushes me away but still holding onto my arms to ask me something. Has this look of surprise and amazement--but at the same time stoic. I tell her "Your hair is so SEXY, I LOVE IT" She says "Thank You". Kisses me on the cheeks and hugs me. We get into this whole childish rant about "Having-babies-for-2012" She tells me she has four young-children already. I say "Irrelevant..Let's have more" She complies.
Then I tell her "Infact, let's just go on a cruise, fuck everything, why do you hate me?" She's abit lost for words, carries on with the "lets-make-babies" thread, and tries to get all debate-y with me. I can't remember where she told she was from, I think it was some mixture with Irish and East African, or some other weird mix like that. I keep complimenting her on her gold dreads. Caress her some more, she has her arms on my shoulders. We makeout briefly, she then looks away, slightly nervous. And goes back in. Tells me to come in, pulls my hand to come in with her, but I tell her I'll see her in there later. A bunch of nutty Indian girls stroll up to our position..........
CRAZY PAKISTANI GIRLS
We get to our bar, not many girls from the first outlook, although a few squirrely bunch of asian girls are yelling and parading outside. One of the buzzed and influential ones out of the grup approaches me, compliments me on my hair and manbeard “Your hair is so sexy, you're fucking sexy etc..” I'm more chill, but quickly grope her waist.
Spit some BS in her ear, she tells her friend what I'm saying. Her friends agree that I'm sexy bla bla. Touching my chest, my hair and all 3 of them trying to get a fee of it. I move back alittle, she then starts saying “my” lines, of which I was intended to say to her – “We're gonna have sexy babies, I'm gonna have my sexy babies woo” I was like, I was gonna say that.
From the looks of things, I was getting gamed. I lie and tell her her eyes are sexy-as-fuck, because she was wearing coloured eye-contacts. They hover around for alittle while longer, more sexy girls pass, I'm in two minds to ditch them since it didn't look like it would be a early nighter with them, abit nutty and plus we just got there. The drunk chick (can't remember her name) tells me that she would "NEVER do this if she wasn't tipsy", I go in for the kiss, she backs off alittle, then grabs my head and kisses me, then continues to grope my entire head on that porn-time LOL.
About 10 minutes into all the commotion. I touch her up alittle (ass, pussy etc) when they're seemingly calm and settled down by some steps next to the bar, we've walked them over there by now, she whispers in my ear "I'm taking you home, your my new husband" -- But they suddenly get into an arguement with some dudes bypassing us. I squash it and pull my chick back before she gets punched in the face. The dudes didn't know how to quell some bitches, were all "tough-guy" and I wasn't about to save-a-hoe.
Afterwards, they all ride up like a herd, bungling back into the bar whilst me and wing continue to harass bypassers going to-and-from different bars. However, before they leave to go back in the bar, I hear my target telling the more sober friend "If he gets angry, we'll just kill him okay?" then they kiss eachother and do the whole "I Love you girl, you know I'd die for you" drunk-speech. She then goes on to tell the sober friend, "But I have a man at home...I've got kids". More on them later.
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we move to the seating area and I see Babes is already there with the girl he soon takes home
(continued)
CHENICE
Inbetween approaches and general social mingling, we just plod about abit. We head around the corner to the more “lush” club beside the bar, seems to be a big group of girls and dudes outside, small melees with girls and shit. See three girls walking to a car, getting ready to go home.
Wing opens the two out of three, whilst I snatch the last one. Shes tiny, about 5-feet, but with a slim volumptous body, slightly innocent. Short hair, Knock the set right open. Grab her, swing her around. Tell her she's cute. Me and wing are alittle tipsy, getting alittle sluggish—but nothing hindering us. I just harass the shit out of her, “You're CUTE, I love you” ….”Why do you hate me soo much?” ...”Why, why do you hate me” Just jumping off on some illogical crap.
She's abit lost for words, gives me her number. I pause for abit during the conversation and demand that she complies to go out with me on a later date if I take her number down. She complies, doesn't think about it and walks into the car. My wing is stuck on some resistance with the other two, so I go in and aid him. By this time, he's already blown himself out with rude remarks LOL – We leave em and walk back outside the club.
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Update: A short update on Chenice. Texted her the next day (Saturday) asking what she was doing. Forgot to text her that night so she'll remember me, but turns out she didn't give out her number to anyone else and remembered, says she's going shopping in the same mall as me.
I find that shes too hesistant for me to invest in right now—However, it was soley my preference, she may of very well wanted to come out again, but when the topic got even slightly sexual—She would give the whole “I need to trust a guy before I do anything with him yadda yadda” speech and would ask why I'm not responding back to her. I may hit her back up when I can be bothered.
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More approaches outside the club. Nothing to note, but I did approach one extremely hot chick. She looked like a buffed-up video vixen. I was at first talking with her friend, an uglier one, but then she came and I said “I love the concealer, it's hot...well done” She says thanks, but is abit nervous that I would tell her that.
I didn't push for anything—but it was a good experience, bringing her back down to earth, and not being a lil punk because of her looks. Like a Boss. There were guys coming out saying “make sure you get home safe” when really they wanted to take her home, or had been friending-it-up in there the whole time.
Whilst I was getting her off the pedestal. Could've pushed it further, but didn't bother. Her vibe was alittle non-existant for me, plus she mentioned something about getting back to her kids. Meh. Infact she was killing the vibe I was surfing on. I felt satisfied seeing her face blush and her being all silent. Bounce.
FATTIE & ANGRY-GUY-BEING-IGNORED LMFAO SMH
So everyone is still coming out of this club. Spot a cute brown fattie. Had no REAL intentions, but thought fuck-it, why not. Stop her in her tracks. She can barely walk in her heels. Tubby-lil-thing. Spit the same shit, as we're walking, these guys who were probably in the same club said something as she walked by, I'm not sure if she knew them, or one of them was her “fling”, but she stopped asif she was talking to one of them, moreso “listening” than interacting.
I continue my conversation with her. “Well done, you did good tonight” (I'm talking about her make-up). Some dude. WHO FOR THE SECOND TIME. At this same place. Has interrupted sets or stepped up on some hostile vibe, this time he repeats what I say to her “What do you mean she done good tonight?” I hear him, but I keep talking to the fattie, so then he keeps repeating it “What do you mean?...what do you mean she done good?”
Anyone would've thought this was his wife, a parrot of a boyfriend, maybe it was, but she never staked claim, which means IGNORE.
He has two other phaggots behind him, which is the only time he seems to step up, when hes with friends. One of his friends who was not there actually threatened to “snuff” my wing outside this same bar a while back, but as we know they're just teletubbies, we usually just ignore baby shit like this, lols it off and keep it moving.
What we usually do with these types of guys, if we know they're not even half serious--but just look the part, we psychologically fuck with them, psyche them out -- Basically playing a wolve in a sheep's skin OR even better, just ignore them with lil half-supressed laughs because we know they're infact girls--and not tough guys OR even pimps/gamers.
This time however, I wanted to kill him, due to the fact that it was the second time he had come on some hostile vibe, and still didn't learn his lesson the last time—which was that acting like a tough-guy infront of girls earns you a night home alone with no girls. My wing is a small dude, about 5'7 and 160-180lbs. These dudes weren't that big--Just taller than him and around my height, about '6.
The more I meditate on death and read up on Eastern Philosphies, the more I want to fuck up lil sissies like this and charge into enemy lines like a angry samurai ghost.
But then however I think it's not worth that right now--I've got bigger fish to fry. I've got bigger battles to engage in. The battle of life. Although this doesn't mean backing down from a fight--it just means that he or they're NOT worthy adversaries, and then I have to remember that we're not in 17th century Japan.
Anyway, he finally gets pissed off and stiff-arms the fattie whilst muttering “Come on, ignoring me like I'm dickhead..Like I'm dickhead” I looked at him, and her, then lold. My wing walked off like “lol he would make a good parrot”
The next time he interrupts or comes on a hostile vibe, I'm going to have to crush his face or something to set an example. He's no immediate threat, but he must think he can do this all the time. Maybe he recognized my wing or me, we're a very recognizable duo, most same-faces acknoweledge us and give us the odd nod, some guys envy us, but give us a nod out of respect, and then theres the everyday “tough-guy” who has to resort to hostility to “think” he has the upperhand. Anyway, enough about lames. Let's get onto the rest of the night.
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It's near about 2-3AM and the crazy Pakistani girls stumble back outside ready to go home. I see my chick, but kinda ignore her, sicne she was even more tipsy than before and was blowing out all the other girls I was talking to before—Embarrasing me, she starts yelling out aloud on this “fuck-men” rant whilst her other friends drag her away.
For the remainder of the night, we just scoop some numbers and approach another 3-4 sets. Nothing worth noting, but a huge amount of micro-interactions, makeouts and numbers, mandatory shizz. Anyway onwards into Saturday :-)
CHENICE
Inbetween approaches and general social mingling, we just plod about abit. We head around the corner to the more “lush” club beside the bar, seems to be a big group of girls and dudes outside, small melees with girls and shit. See three girls walking to a car, getting ready to go home.
Wing opens the two out of three, whilst I snatch the last one. Shes tiny, about 5-feet, but with a slim volumptous body, slightly innocent. Short hair, Knock the set right open. Grab her, swing her around. Tell her she's cute. Me and wing are alittle tipsy, getting alittle sluggish—but nothing hindering us. I just harass the shit out of her, “You're CUTE, I love you” ….”Why do you hate me soo much?” ...”Why, why do you hate me” Just jumping off on some illogical crap.
She's abit lost for words, gives me her number. I pause for abit during the conversation and demand that she complies to go out with me on a later date if I take her number down. She complies, doesn't think about it and walks into the car. My wing is stuck on some resistance with the other two, so I go in and aid him. By this time, he's already blown himself out with rude remarks LOL – We leave em and walk back outside the club.
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Update: A short update on Chenice. Texted her the next day (Saturday) asking what she was doing. Forgot to text her that night so she'll remember me, but turns out she didn't give out her number to anyone else and remembered, says she's going shopping in the same mall as me.
I find that shes too hesistant for me to invest in right now—However, it was soley my preference, she may of very well wanted to come out again, but when the topic got even slightly sexual—She would give the whole “I need to trust a guy before I do anything with him yadda yadda” speech and would ask why I'm not responding back to her. I may hit her back up when I can be bothered.
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More approaches outside the club. Nothing to note, but I did approach one extremely hot chick. She looked like a buffed-up video vixen. I was at first talking with her friend, an uglier one, but then she came and I said “I love the concealer, it's hot...well done” She says thanks, but is abit nervous that I would tell her that.
I didn't push for anything—but it was a good experience, bringing her back down to earth, and not being a lil punk because of her looks. Like a Boss. There were guys coming out saying “make sure you get home safe” when really they wanted to take her home, or had been friending-it-up in there the whole time.
Whilst I was getting her off the pedestal. Could've pushed it further, but didn't bother. Her vibe was alittle non-existant for me, plus she mentioned something about getting back to her kids. Meh. Infact she was killing the vibe I was surfing on. I felt satisfied seeing her face blush and her being all silent. Bounce.
FATTIE & ANGRY-GUY-BEING-IGNORED LMFAO SMH
So everyone is still coming out of this club. Spot a cute brown fattie. Had no REAL intentions, but thought fuck-it, why not. Stop her in her tracks. She can barely walk in her heels. Tubby-lil-thing. Spit the same shit, as we're walking, these guys who were probably in the same club said something as she walked by, I'm not sure if she knew them, or one of them was her “fling”, but she stopped asif she was talking to one of them, moreso “listening” than interacting.
I continue my conversation with her. “Well done, you did good tonight” (I'm talking about her make-up). Some dude. WHO FOR THE SECOND TIME. At this same place. Has interrupted sets or stepped up on some hostile vibe, this time he repeats what I say to her “What do you mean she done good tonight?” I hear him, but I keep talking to the fattie, so then he keeps repeating it “What do you mean?...what do you mean she done good?”
Anyone would've thought this was his wife, a parrot of a boyfriend, maybe it was, but she never staked claim, which means IGNORE.
He has two other phaggots behind him, which is the only time he seems to step up, when hes with friends. One of his friends who was not there actually threatened to “snuff” my wing outside this same bar a while back, but as we know they're just teletubbies, we usually just ignore baby shit like this, lols it off and keep it moving.
What we usually do with these types of guys, if we know they're not even half serious--but just look the part, we psychologically fuck with them, psyche them out -- Basically playing a wolve in a sheep's skin OR even better, just ignore them with lil half-supressed laughs because we know they're infact girls--and not tough guys OR even pimps/gamers.
This time however, I wanted to kill him, due to the fact that it was the second time he had come on some hostile vibe, and still didn't learn his lesson the last time—which was that acting like a tough-guy infront of girls earns you a night home alone with no girls. My wing is a small dude, about 5'7 and 160-180lbs. These dudes weren't that big--Just taller than him and around my height, about '6.
The more I meditate on death and read up on Eastern Philosphies, the more I want to fuck up lil sissies like this and charge into enemy lines like a angry samurai ghost.
But then however I think it's not worth that right now--I've got bigger fish to fry. I've got bigger battles to engage in. The battle of life. Although this doesn't mean backing down from a fight--it just means that he or they're NOT worthy adversaries, and then I have to remember that we're not in 17th century Japan.
Anyway, he finally gets pissed off and stiff-arms the fattie whilst muttering “Come on, ignoring me like I'm dickhead..Like I'm dickhead” I looked at him, and her, then lold. My wing walked off like “lol he would make a good parrot”
The next time he interrupts or comes on a hostile vibe, I'm going to have to crush his face or something to set an example. He's no immediate threat, but he must think he can do this all the time. Maybe he recognized my wing or me, we're a very recognizable duo, most same-faces acknoweledge us and give us the odd nod, some guys envy us, but give us a nod out of respect, and then theres the everyday “tough-guy” who has to resort to hostility to “think” he has the upperhand. Anyway, enough about lames. Let's get onto the rest of the night.
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It's near about 2-3AM and the crazy Pakistani girls stumble back outside ready to go home. I see my chick, but kinda ignore her, sicne she was even more tipsy than before and was blowing out all the other girls I was talking to before—Embarrasing me, she starts yelling out aloud on this “fuck-men” rant whilst her other friends drag her away.
For the remainder of the night, we just scoop some numbers and approach another 3-4 sets. Nothing worth noting, but a huge amount of micro-interactions, makeouts and numbers, mandatory shizz. Anyway onwards into Saturday :-)
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we move to the seating area and I see Babes is already there with the girl he soon takes home
TUESDAY, 14TH MAY
Haven't been posting my outings anymore.. I think i reached a point of not caring for it anymore. Shit happend or it didn't happen. As I said in my original post, I'll be posting sporadically with new lessons. Asof yet I haven't even goe out much, with a new job and, girlfriend, random girls and MMA taking up much of my time for me to keep up with this. I'm never far away, adding a few tweaks to this and that here and there. I think thats what it really boils down to for me, not taking everything as gospel and applying shit to an already existing toolbox.
Gonna meet up with this cute lil mixed race chick this week or the next. Met her off pof, think shes down to come down but shes alittle distance away from me.
Anyway fuck field reports. What is, is.
Haven't been posting my outings anymore.. I think i reached a point of not caring for it anymore. Shit happend or it didn't happen. As I said in my original post, I'll be posting sporadically with new lessons. Asof yet I haven't even goe out much, with a new job and, girlfriend, random girls and MMA taking up much of my time for me to keep up with this. I'm never far away, adding a few tweaks to this and that here and there. I think thats what it really boils down to for me, not taking everything as gospel and applying shit to an already existing toolbox.
Gonna meet up with this cute lil mixed race chick this week or the next. Met her off pof, think shes down to come down but shes alittle distance away from me.
Anyway fuck field reports. What is, is.
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we move to the seating area and I see Babes is already there with the girl he soon takes home
Girl on RIGHT. Halfway through to meet off pof.
Her: what now?
me: your shit
her: (kiss)
me: wtf is that sign you keep posting, emoticons don't work on here champ
her: and i'm shit? (x) that better?
me: Drinks soon, I've got the place.
her: where?
me: 56 dhuehuefeuj road
her: lol whose house is that
me: it's not a house numskull lol, its a club dehehudhdhu-club
her: can we do a bar, not really into clubs
me: whatever, you read my mind.
her: :)
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we move to the seating area and I see Babes is already there with the girl he soon takes home
Babe
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DAYGAME
Had a few errands to sought out, which made me leave for daygame alittle later than expected. Wasn't as hot as the last couple of days, but nonetheless, warm.
I wanted to do more approaches, but my girlfriend had a party to go to, which was full of hipsters and dumbasses, I was alaready in a good debachery mood—which made me non-caring and chill when meeting all her chodey friends from “cambridge”
I had to write down the names or situations in the drafts section of my phone, cos I didn't have time to or the inclination to remember everything in set, plus I was in a jack-off-theory mode. Non stop approaching.
Whats saved in my phone is as follows:
Portuguese Black Girls From Lisbon:
Most of the mall was closed, and it was getting dark so not much frequency of girls to approach. Just scrims and scraps of girls coming back from work or shopping. Walked up the high-street and saw two black chicks walking upto me. Not that hot or cute, but I wanted to get my mouth moving. The reflexes are becoming much more noticable and soothing since I started daygaming only two-days ago. Actually feeling the momentum out. Love it.
Talk them up, same shit. Ask them what they're doing later and should hit up a party with me. They say they're tired. One of them says I should take her friends number cos they need to go. I already asked for it, but the friend suggested anyway. Get the number and bounce.
They both looked alittle dykey for my taste, but its a pump-up. Cool, spot two Turkish girls directly infront and head for them.
Turkish Girls:
Ran over to these two girls. One of them was caked in makeup, not that cute but hittable. The other friend was more into me –Could've and/or should've layed it to her, but by then it was too late. I think my chick was called Deeena or Leena, but yeaha I stopped them “IT'S....ILLEGAL....”
One lil thing I've noticed is how girls are already smiling or getting ready to laugh before I spit shit at them. When I first started saying it, I didn't get it. But as I keep this up, it's like they're already awaiting something hilarious. Anyway, they burst out in laughter. I walk with them. “Wait..wait..wait, 2 minutes babe” They slow down. Ask them about their day and if they're Turkish. They are. Tell them my gf is actually half Turkish, show the pic to them etc etc.
They said they're going to the pub. I tell my chick that shes “GORGEOUS...ISN'T SHE GORGEOUS, I'M GOING TO PUT A ABABY INSIDE HER..” and command her to give me the number, but she says “NO” I reply with, “THATS ANTI-SOCIAL”, she says I just don't give out my number. I tell her shes missing out on shit, and her friend is actually cool, and says something like “What about me..”
Think the friend was more into me. But anyway, I tell them to have a good night and bounce. They stopped halfway across the street to speak to me, thought I might've cracked my chick, but she was abit squirrely...walk back to the high street and..