THE FORUMS

Yeah, Cleveland.  I have some Field reports in Chicago from when I travel there to go to Hotseat's.  Cleveland is a crap place to live for pickup on Mon-Wednesday.  It's cool though because girls are always free to hang out during the week, but it's not good if you want to go out and approach.  Online seems to be a pretty good suppliment.  Miostly I have just been going on it while I'm at work. I don't think much about my opening message, and If I can't think of anything i just ask them: "Hey, how's it going?" then let my profile do the work. Yah it doesn't make you stand out, but at least you don't come off as a creeper like allot of faggots on those websites do, and "Hey, how's it going?" has the highest response rate and highest rate of getting a meetup than anything else I have tried. After they respond, just start a normal chode conversation, try to find commonalities, and be chill.  The girls I have been meeting online have actually been sexier and cooler to hang out with than 95% of the girls I meet at the clubs.  I would probably girlfriend up most of em if it weren't for there always being 5 girls that are girlfriend material in the rotation.  I used to feel bad about sleeping around with a bunch of different girls that I actually had connection's with, instead of just random one night stands.  It doesn't bother me anymore.

  My challenge has been going pretty good, my one approach of the day doesn't go anywhere so not much to write about, the purpose was just to practice on taking action without momentum to build the willpower muscles.  On the bright side I got a date set for Sunday with the hot milf, and another set for next friday with a different girl, plus I can pretty much bang that hot black chick whenever I call her since she lives in my neighborhood. 

FR: Friday June 1st



Went out solo again since Newstuff18 was out of town.  Its a good thing because I'm working on being less wing dependent and after this night I am 100% cutting out booze from pickup forever.  I get to this bar about 20 minutes from my house that is pretty popular.  I walk in and then I get the good ol don't want to talk, stuck in my head bullshit.  I lost my solo mojo since I started going out with wings allot and I have been compensating with booze to loosen me up when I'm out solo.  I have like 3 beers, real beers, not that camel piss you think is beer. 

Boom feeling good, now what to talk about....hmmmm I know, I'll ask girls if they heard about the zombie that ate off that dudes face in Miami.  First set I open it totally hooks, and one of the girls is really into zombies and all kinds of scary shit, her friend is freaked out.  I recruit some random dude to wing me and he occupies the friend while I talk to my target.  She is like a 7 from what I remember, nothing special, nothing bad either.  it goes well, get a solid number.  Me and my temp wingman hit up some girls outside, they are fat, then we hit up some girls inside, they are also fat.  We head back to his friends, his friends are hot.  I proceed to beast on the hottest girl, who also happens to be drunk.  She is all over me, we make out, we head to the next bar.  She proceeds to tell me her life story, I be quiet and listen while she talks.  She runs into some new friends, they ask who the fuck I am, I tell them I'm friends with the the dude I was winging with, but these bitches were smart and asked if I know his last name, I failed.  They dragged her away, and I was too foggy from drinking to think fast and handle this shit.

Its closing time so I decide to drive home.  I am not really paying attention to my speed because I'm thinking about how I could have gotten the HB in the blue dress.  BAM get pulled over, I'm a little buzzed and I'm freaking out that I could be getting a DUI.  I hand the cop my license, and it falls out of my hand. OH FUCK! OH FUCK!  He gives me a field sobriety test and I pass it, I told him I only had 3 beers. Whew!  He writes me up a speeding ticket and lets me go.  That shit was close, too close.  Not only that but I still got a fucking ticket, if I hadn't been drinking I wouldn't have gotten pulled over, I would have gotten laid, and I wouldn't have almost gotten my life totally fucked by a DUI.  I take this as a sign from the pickup Gods that I am headed down the wrong path.  Sober game is the way to go, there is just too much risk and I gotta stop being a bitch and push through the extra bullshit that it takes.  In the long run things will be more solid.  The day after this, Julien posted another no drinking video, which made sense. Lets rock this shit.

FR:  Fiday June 8

So yeah, totally failed on sober game again.  A friend shows up early, asks if I want to pre-game before we go out.  I bite, and tell myself just one beer.  I have one, then all of a sudden I pound 2 more.  Start driving to the bars, walk in and see a tatooed hottie.  I immediatelly approach since I already in the smooth zone of alchohol and it goes fucking awesome.  I keep pounding beers to keep my state up and end up hanging out with this chick al night.  We have an amazing connection, tons of  stuff in common,  she is laughing at all my shit, it was on.  She was also by herself since she had no friend's in the area.  Eventually I get too sloppy from drinking, start acting like  a dumbass a little bit, and then she gets all weird and says she has to leave.  I'm thinking maybe I runed it by saying stupid shit from being drunk.  Either that or it was something else, either way no lay.  I did get one response back from her with a winky face tellin me that it was nice meeting me.  Winky faces are usually a good sign, but I still have this feeling in my gut that I totally fucked up and easy win with a really cool chick all thanks to my good friend alchohol.  The thing is, my game is fucking awesome with, or without drinking.  I just love the feeling of drinking though, but I always hate it the next day.  I know I could be sharper and not make stupid mistakes if I cut it out, but it is just so easy to give in.  I had opportunities last night to close with this girl, but instead I just ran my mouth untill I started looking like a dumbass.  This is kind of a big sticking point for me, because I say rediculouse things that make the girl laugh and I just keep pushing the envelope and go overboard with it.  Then I'm no longer funny, just some fucking clown.  I need to kick this fucking habit.

Bump.  * I actually edited the previous post and meant to make a new post*  I'm just bumping so people know it has been updated with a Lay Report