Field Report: Friday 13 May 2011:
Apologies for any errors or non-sens sections, I’ve not had time to proof read this!
A famous poet once wrote that a person’s history is the greatest of all their teachers and that the tales of past deeds and actions define who they are in the present, and what they shall be in future. It is said that if such tales are told, they shall, with each telling illuminate that person, with the light of truth. I shall tell you of such a tale, it is a tale quite familiar to me as I have spent nearly two months piecing it together, and chronicling it here on these pages. For days, I have pondered my own passages, committing each event to memory. Maybe now, here again with the telling of it, I shall at last find the answers I continue to seek.
When a person changes so rapidly that person begins to look at himself from a retracted position as though the logical mind still has its set precepts and context through which the eyes see. Indeed my change is rapid and profound, I feel like a completely new person, I’ve been baptised by the Jackal but my mind is still playing catch-up. I question everything I say and do…Is this how the new me responds? What would I have done before? Am I who I think I am? What am I becoming? Will I succeed?
Am I becoming a Zealot, is Woman my new religion? Or am I becoming something else? A Zealot worships his god; I am beginning to see girls as what they truly are: not something to be worshiped or placed on a pedestal so high that I could never attain one, but as people of flesh and blood. If I am becoming a Zealot, dare I speculate that I may begin to worship myself? And if so, how will I know that I am not becoming self absorbed? There is a fine line between the conceited Narcissist and the humble Paragon; I only hope that I will emerge from this experience as the latter. I must be mindful of this change and where it is taking me I don’t want this confidence to transform into arrogance.
Enough philosophy for now, let’s get into the nitty-gritty of the business at hand, the reason you are reading this is probably to learn some more of how it is to train with the Jackal and how you will be pushed and helped. Well tonight’s report will be a perfect example of how a person is pushed while in the field. Our newest member, The Pot can testify this since he was truly pushed and like any resolute person who poses the very finest qualities of determination, tenacity, fortitude and willpower he rose to the occasion and made me proud! With only one night’s experience, I can say that it was truly an honour to train with this man!
Our night began for me with the same level of trepidation as any night does; the knowledge that you will be pushed and you must perform is enough to make the sturdiest knees on the greatest men quiver. For The Pot, such unease would be amplified by the fact that this would be his first time out with Jackal. I knew that I would, to what little extent I am allowed, need to be supportive for this man on his first session.
Jackal and I had met several minutes before our newest member was due to arrive, he was eager to meet his next student and I was eager to meet my new partner…
Within the first second of laying eyes on this humble, mild-mannered man I was reminded of the progress I had made since coming out with the Jackal. In terms of body language he could have been my doppelganger in my previous life. The walk, the posture, even the look on his face was that of my old self; a quiet, respectable, likeable, nice guy. We would need to unlock the heavy, intolerable chains of social indoctrination that bound him so awkwardly to his AFC personality. I trusted Jackal completely, I knew he had the keys to unlock his chains, and before the night was done, Jackal would set this bird free.
After introductions, we began with our usual, video recording for youtube, naturally the purpose of this is to learn things from doing and seeing. An idea I take back from doing videos for Youtube is that sarging must first of all be fun and contain high amounts of positive energy. Video recording is a clever way, Jackal attempts to break the ice with his new students, promote what we do, and provide us with the necessary comical, fun energy we will require for the task at hand. For all he is hard, he is also a very creative teacher.
The usual street-game followed quickly after with both of us being sent into street-sets, naturally I was given more autonomy to perform on my own whilst Jackal began to forge Pot into a new man by relentlessly pushing him into sets with a direct opener. He was doing great though and really performing, I was pleased that I decided to pass him on the phone interview. In terms of my own performance however I was only mediocre to lukewarm and was worried that after Thursday´s successes combined with all the dates I had been on I would tonight burnout. Sarging and dating constantly during the week is hard, it tires the body and the mind! I knew I would need one good set, I needed it, if I could get one number soon the fire would be raging inside me once more. Unfortunately for me, the street sets yielded no results for me. My mind was not in the right place. I paused for a while, with the constant unforgiving intensity of the week I needed five minutes. I needed to be alone, to compose myself and get my mojo back.
“Hey Jackal, what´s the plan?” I inquired. “Are we going to a bar soon?” I like bar-game…
“Yea soon, I´m just going to get him to do some more street sets, go to Wetherspoons and practice there now if you like.” This was the command I was hoping for. I turned and headed off to check out the bar scene. Hopefully I could get out of this steady fall when I entered my happy hunting ground. It took me a while to warm up, I really wasn´t on form, something had to change! Eventually Jackal and Pot caught up with me in Wetherspoons, together we attempted a few more street sets who were walking outside the bar. I think Jackal was noticing that I was not performing as I normally do so he did what he usually does to get me into my state and ready for number closing; he ordered me to perform for The Pot. I like to think of myself as a man who thrives under pressure, Jackal knows this and this time was no different. I performed for Leonidas and Daddy on their first nights and got number closes, I was sure as hell going to perform for Pot and get the same results and better!
“Ok Diamonds, we´ve been out here enough now.” He looked into my eyes intently, he was projecting his energy into me. “Take The Pot inside, take a look around and enter a set, bring Pot in with you.”
“Ok Jackal.” I responded, with a new sense of confidence brought about by Jackal´s intense stare.
“Pot, follow me man.” I commanded, it seemed Jackal´s leadership training was rubbing off on me too…I leaned back and pulled the large glass doors that led to the bar open.
My emotions were raw and my energy positive, I was charged. Everything went into slow-motion…I puffed out my chest, broadened my shoulders, straightened my back and scouted the room. It was packed with sets all over the place, 7s and 8s…no these were not good enough I wanted to push myself. I tuned my femdar; I needed an ultra-high frequency to filter these sets. I needed to find the 9s and 10s but it seemed my search would be unsuccessful. As I was about to give up and approach a two set of 8s I got a sudden sensor reading! Two blips at one O’clock, six metres. I acquired my targets, locked on, timing was important, I couldn’t afford to miss; the success of the night depended on it. I had to get this shot right. If pot was going to watch this I had to be top gun.
“Ok Pot, two-set ahead at the table there, I’m going in.” The tension was exhilarating. I mustn’t let the anticipation affect me.
Like the missile I was, I launched myself forward, weaving in and out of sets ready to explode into my target´s reality…
Five metres, four metres, three metres, two metres, one metre…
“Hey guys! You gotta help me out ok!” I said with utter alpha-male confidence! I was under no circumstances leaving without a number!
“Huh? Ok…with what?” I sat down.
I ran the basic opinion opener of who lies more. We argued over the issue for a few moments, the matter of which we spoke was not important, my frame was strong the interaction was being choreographed by me. I was the puppeteer and they were now in my short play happily creating characters for themselves trying to impress me. This was going perfectly. It was time to go direct, I love going direct!
“Well guys…” I paused to watch their eyes fixate to mine as they eagerly awaited my next words. “This interaction is going so well that I think it’s time for us to introduce ourselves formally. I will go first, hi My name is Diamonds, I´m from Nottingham, and I study German.” I paused again. I let them feel the tension as they looked into my eyes. “Excuse me…the polite thing for you to do is introduce yourselves!”
“Oh haha, yea sorry! I´m Laura! I’m the cool one and I’m about to go home” Laura would be my target, I liked her.
“What and your friend is not cool?” I baited, I knew exactly what she would say next, the force was strong with me.
“Nope! But I am.” Qualifying herself. Her number is now my first number for tonight.
“Is she always this rude to her friends?” I laughed as I kinoed my target. “Ok, I’m just going to round here…” I said as I circled away from my target around to the other side of the table where her friend was sitting “…and we´re going to bust on you and make you feel bad for being mean!” I joked some more as I put my arm round my obstacle and pointed to my target. Following this I sat back down next to my target on her side of the table. At this point Pot came into set by giving me a DHV and social-proof. He to sat down in set because my obstacle removed her handbag from her seat and prompted him to sit. It was all going so well.
“So how do you know each other then?” I probed. The pleasantries were over, time to use Jackal´s recipe for success… stage two, “Waypoint” and get down to business.
“Oh we work together, but we’re going home soon.” Said my target in such a way that I got the suspicion this was some kind of test telling me that I would need to work harder if I wanted her to give me some more time. I decided to punish her, I am alpha, I don’t need to jump your hoops and try to persuade you that I’m cool enough for you to grant me more time to prove this.
“Ok, well I´m just going to go and talk to my friend, I might be back, but if I´m not it was nice meeting you. You can talk to my friend for a bit.” Pot would stay in set, I wanted him to try solo for a bit whilst I castigate the Laura for her shit-test.
I approached an adjacent set to DHV and social-proof myself. I stayed for less than a minute after these two girls had served their purpose. Laura was looking my way. Maybe now she would realise I don’t mess around. Pot had done a sterling job and kept Laura and her friend locked-in.
“Hey again, I decided to come back.” I interjected with my broad I-just-DHVed-myself smile gleaming.
“Oh no I was hoping you’d leave me alone!” Oh stop flirting!
“I didn’t come back for you; I came back for my friend. But I can see you really want me to stay so I will.” Chuckles followed. I was winning. I could feel the energy. I could see Jackal walking up to us.
“Diamonds, Pot, two mins, we gotta go.” Jackal prompted, this was his code for N-close and make it fast! Laura and I teased each other some more with her friend taking my side in every case. This was so easy!
“Ok guys. We need to get going now.” I leaned forward to Pot. “IOIs received, N-close man…”
“Hey what were you saying?!” Piped up Laura as she put her hand on my shoulder.
“Oh nothing, I´m just telling him about the guy we have to meet.”
“Oh ok.”
“Anyway, Like I was saying, we gotta go now, but this interaction has been so good that I am going to say to you…” I confidently removed my phone. “Give me your number ok.”
“Ok.” She replied as I passed her my phone.
“Now, listen.” I said sternly. But Laura and her friend carried on talking about something as she put her details into my phone. “Hey, listen, over here this is important ok.” I commanded. They complied. I was happy.
“Ok.” They both agreed submissively.
“I am going to call you at four o’clock tomorrow ok? If you do not answer I will never call again and you will miss me.”
“But I never answer my phone.”
“Yea I can never get hold of her. She doesn’t answer face book either.” Added her friend in a supportive tone, I think she sincerely wanted to be nice and polite to me.
“Ok then. I will text you at four o’clock tomorrow ok? If you do not reply will never call again and you will miss me.”
“But I don’t reply to texts much either, and my phone isn’t working properly.”
“Those are the rules, I will text you at four pm if you do not answer I will never text you again.” She didn’t reply. “Anyway we really have to go now. But first, make me look cool ok, give my a hug before I go.
“Ok Laura complied.”
“Ok now your friend.” I hugged them both before telling them to do the same for The Pot.
I felt like a Jolly Green Giant as I strolled out of set, I would need this confidence because Jackal had told me that some time tonight I was going to do John Travolta´s trade mark walk from Saturday Night Fever as I approach set. Jackal, surely man, there are limits right?
As the night drew on we approached many sets, some successful some unsuccessful, regardless, there was no stopping us now. At one point I was even forced to approach a two-set of really cute Asian girls whilst doing the Saturday Night Fever walk. I swear that walk alone knocked down about ten barriers at once. I felt so unbelievably awkward, especially with Jackal and Pot giggling behind me like little school girls. Yea Jackal! I’m really mad you made me do that! Haha! Either way it seemed to work because apparently according to Jackal it looked “Fucking alpha!” and it had the double effect of me not needing to use an opener on these girls because they both wanted to know “what the fuck” I was doing! It was hilarious, all for shits and giggles. Jackal really knows how to ease the tension of a hard night´s approaching and get us all feeling fresh and filled with fun energy.
Now I´ll run over the final and most glorious set. Glorious both because Pot opened and attained his first number and I attained the number of pot´s target´s friend. Wow, I felt like a real Pick-up Artist and Pot was kicking ass! I can´t remember exactly what he opened with but I think Jackal wanted him to open and kiss close from the onset. Either way I witnessed our newest guy on his first night get a kiss in less than thirty seconds and then finish of with a beautifully executed number close!
Before meeting Jackal, the last thing I would have ever expected to see would be a guy like me or The Pot getting numbers and kisses so easily. Thanks to the Jackal, the last thing I now expect to see is a hippopotamus dancing the bolero on ice skates, but knowing him I’m sure he’ll find a way to prove me wrong on this too…
Anyway back to the set…Jackal told me that since this was our last sert before disengaging I could go in and have some fun with Pot. This I did.
“Hey guys, look at you, you´re so bad, stealing my friend, we can´t keep the ladies off him tonight!” They giggled as I said this. “But geez, I´m jealous, I want a kiss from you both too!” They complied and we were all having so much fun. Pot and I felt good and these girls were loving the attention. It was at this golden moment I saw pot pull out his phone! OMG he was going to do it! Come on man! I know you can! Pull the trigger!
“Hey would it be ok if I took your number?” BOOM he pulled! I felt like jumping up and down with joy. Jackal was feeling equally so, I could tell!
We waited, the seconds seemed like hours, would she agree I wondered?
“Yea sure.” He hit his target straight through the heart! Proud of you man. Pot, you own!
It was wonderful to see him get his first number close, I could feel the high energy, I know Jackal was ready to explode! Feeling the dynamic and electricity in the air I circled round to Pot´s target´s friend.
“You know I don’t want you to feel left out, this interaction has gone so well! Give me your number!”
“Ok sure” Replied my target! We were PUAs and Pot was the hero of the day who opened them! I owe this number to The Pot! Thanks man!
Although I forgot to lay out the rules regarding calls I knew this girl would reply to me since the interaction had been going so well! As we bid the girls farewell we could all hardly contain our excitement and as soon as they were out of sight Jackal went wild with excitement and heaved Pot into the air whilst hugging him! Simultaniously I was shouting my congratulations. I’m surprised we didn’t scare him off there and then but when one of our team scores, we all score! We are like brothers!
Anyway I´ve ranted enough! All in all a great night despite my slow start. Congratulations to Pot, the hero of the hour! It was an utter pleasure sarging with you man! And thanks again to my dedicated teacher and special friend, Jackal. The nights out training with you are always the highlight of my week.
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