So, the past week I spent a fair amount of time in the PUA chat, talking about The Apocalypse Opener by Ciaran. Now, I do consider that my real game is "pretty good", but I've never skipped all the steps like the opener suggests. So, I sort of made up a pact with a few members that we'd all be doing it this week and see where it got us.
Now, yesterday, wasn't a great day. I was in a off mood, and talking to the few guys I did, it got no better. Anyway, I decided to go out and have some fun. I took this gun along. I targeted a lounge (smart, rich, intelligent women) and a college bar (comparatively stupid, immature girls).
So, I walked into the lounge, had the customary drink of scotch and started going about my business. Now, I'll remember these first 4 approaches for a long time.
SET 1 (HB8 )
Me : Hey.
Her : Hey?
Me : How's it going?
Her : I'm sorry. Do I know you?
Me : No. I saw you, came over to talk.
Her : Look, that's nice and all. But, I'm waiting for my friends. So, if you don't mind, please go. Shoo!
I hate bitches with attitude, I had half a mind to put her ego through the ground, but I wired my jaw shut. And walked to the next set
SET 2 (HB 9)
Me : Hey
Her : Yes?
Me : How's it going?
Her : (turned around and walked away)
Genuine WTF moment. I seriously didn't know what was happening to me today. Anyway, sarge on..
SET 3 (HB 8.5)
Me : Hey.
Her : Hey!
Me : How's it going?
Her : Going good! What you upto?
Me : What are you doing later?
Her : Well, I am waiting for my BF to show up. He's a bit late. You alone?
Me : Yes. I am. Well, nice talking to you, have fun.
BF excuse? Real boyfriend? I'll never know. Three approaches and I was feeling like shit. I thought, one more try..
SET 4 (HB 9)
Me: Hey.
Her : Hello.
Me : How's it going?
Her : Nice. Just a little slow here today.
Me : (small talk about how it's festival time and most students went home)
Her : Mmm..
Me : So, what are you doing later?
Her : I don't know. I don't think that far.
Me : Do you wanna come home with me.
She looked at me, for a good 15 seconds. I could hear Ciaran shouting..
Hold.
HOLD………………..
HOLD IT MY SON……………………..
HOLD THE FUCKING LINE………………
Boom. Slap.
Her : I thought you were an okay guy. You are a fucking pervert! Get away from me!
I was out of my mind by that point, I think I had spiked fever. I stumbled my way into the washroom and locked myself if a stall. I knew that in my current state, I couldn't approach a naked woman with a "I WANT SEX" stamped across her forehead, if I saw one. Thankfully, for those of you who know about the NLP concept of anchoring, I had anchored my pre-soccer training mentality to a song. You know, that whole "new day, new goals to score" crap, it's true and it's very powerful.
Anyway, this is the song..
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So, I could feel that same mental state being refurbished in my head. I took off the earphones, walked out, splashed some water on my face. Said three more sets to the mirror reflection. (I am pretty sure the bouncer thought I was crazy
)
So, I walked out of Thousand Oaks and went to the crazy bar.
I spot a very smartly dressed woman sipping a martini (Jane Bond? Who knows?
), I walk up to her and here's how that goes..
Me : Hello
Her : Hello
Me : How are you today?
Her : Not bad. A little tired, but I'll manage.
Me : I understand. What are you doing later?
Her : I don't know. Maybe unwind for a bit here and then back to my place.
Me : I see. Do you want to come home with me?
She stared at me. I braced myself for another slap. She just finished her drink with a single swig and walked away.
I thought, that it could've ended worse. Anyway, I ordered cheap whiskey that they had stocked in the place. Maybe a minute had passed when I fet a tap on my shoulder. Turn around and THERE SHE WAS..
Her: Well, I was getting my coat, let's go.
Me : My drink?
Her : You want to take the DRINK home or you want to take ME home?
Me : Forget the drink.
I walked out and she was walking near the car park.
Me : I don't have a car. Or a bike.
Her : Well, we'll just take my car, then. And we're going to my place. I have work in the morning.
Me : Fine by me.
It was downright awesome. I thanked the Pick Up Gods for taking care of the logistics this way, because I had no idea how to tell her "home" was an hour away.
Went back to her place. Woman was a sexual deviant. I think we fucked for the better part of the night. After that, she fell asleep as instantly. Well, I got up and went to her kitchen, got myself a jug of water. I spotted her Driver's Licence on the table. I spit the water out. She was 12 years older than me! Goddamned! She look 5-6 years at most.
Anyway, I thought, it'd be best to let myself out. Got dressed. Left a note on the table telling her I had a wonderful time, and signed off my first name. Enough to let her know it wasn't a nameless affair, enough for me to know I cannot be tracked. Shut the door behind me. I think the watchman of her building gave me a conspiratory smile. Bastard.
I just woke up about an hour ago. I am going out for lunch. Have a dinner date tonight. Not going to sleep with her. I think my dick is cursing me right now.
MORAL(s) OF THE STORY :
* NEVER GO INTO PICK-UP WITH THE WRONG MINDSET. I WAS FEELING DOWN, SO MY SETS BOMBED. SPECTACULARLY.
* THE APOCALYPSE OPENER ELIMINATES THE WHOLE CHASE. BUT, REMEMBER IT IS AN EXTREME OPENER. AND SUCCESS RATE IS LIMITED. MINE IS 20%. FOR THOSE OF US (INCLUDING ME) WHO LOVE THE THRILL OF THE CHASE. IT IS FOR TO BE USED SPARINGLY ,AT BEST.
* DON'T GIVE UP. THE OBJECTIVE WITH WHICH YOU CAME INTO THE BAR SHOULD BE COMPLETED. IF YOU FEEL DOWN, FIND A WAY TO GET YOU UP. I USED ANCHORING, YOU CAN USE WHAT WORKS FOR YOU.
* TAKE CARE OF THE LOGISTICS. THE PU GODS AREN'T AS KIND ON EVERYONE, AS THEY WERE ON ME. THIS TIME.
Signing off, gentlemen (and any ladies, reading this.
)
Auf Wiedersehen.