Hi guys,

I'm new to this forum, but by no means new to picking up, an art I've been interested in since I was twelve, but I only started practicing for real around 4-5 years ago with pretty good success. I'm a very open and social person, so that part comes naturally to me. I'm 29 now.

I'm going to try to write an original presentation. Instead of starting with the things I already know and put to practice regularly, I'm going to tell you about the last case I was involved in, which was probably my greatest failure so far Let's see if anybody has some tips or similar experiences It's a long story, but I hope I'll make it entertaining enough.

The thing started about 2-3 months ago, when I met a girl on facebook. I must say first that I'm one of those pick-up artists that like to meet new girls in every possible situation, and I work Facebook following the general sales rule that if you try to sell something to a 100 people, 10 of them will buy it right away, while you might be able to convince some others in addition depending on how good a salesman you are. I'm also not especially good at deciding "I'm going to pick up a girl today". You could rather say I work on many girls at the same time and over time, so that I have several finalizing options whenever I feel like it. It also helps me stay away from bad moods, since I always have several options available.

At first I didn't pay too much attention to this girl because she lives in another town in Norway, where I live. Kept working the relationship through chat, telephone and sms. All of a sudden she started getting my attention more. She is a very pretty, somewhat naive, quite straight girl, not especially prone to playing around. More the kind you would like as a girlfriend than the one you would seduce and forget. That was my first mistake, infatuation with a girl I hadn't even met.

I took the trip to her city, and she fixed the stay at her girlfriend's place for 3 days. She would be staying with us too, which made it fun.

I arrived on a friday. She picked me up. My first impression was that she was even prettier than her pictures. Being the first day, I tried to take it easy and talk to her, get her comfortable around me and not play it too hard. She made food, her friend was on the way all the time but no problem, I would have time. She slept with her friend and I slept alone and relaxed.

Next day (saturday) she said that we were going to town because her friend wanted to do some shopping. Man, that was a big mistake. The friend is the kind of girl who is not pretty and likes to be followed. I was bored all morning (shopping and men surely don't go together). Looking back I reckon I can't possibly have made an impression, forced to go through this situation. I was way too quiet and kept thinking about other stuff to avoid being bored. Not my usual funny-cocky self.

We got back home, we ate and I went to sleep for an hour, cause they were inviting some people over for a home gathering (with drinks). When I woke up people were there, 15 girls and 2 other boys. Perfect situation to work on her and her friends. I play piano too (I'm a musician) so entertaining her friends couldn't hurt either, as well as making her feel a bit jealous and wanting to pay more attention to me. Of course that always works, but it's not a technique everyone can use because you need to be able to play the piano, sing and know your audience. Well, the audience was captivated all right, but I did not get her attention. Rather she kept on disappearing all the time, and I pretty much didn't get to talk to her all night.

Everybody was going to town (to a club), but before that I made a point of talking to her, and she confirmed she was not interested in the same way as me. That hurt a bit but what are you going to do. I decided I'd make the best out of the night in a new town and get laid if I could.

By some coincidence I ended up in a cab with half the people from the party, but they ended up in another that went to another club. We got to our club and I partied a lot, while she kept sending me messages saying she was sorry because I was such a good guy and I had come all the way for nothing. My replies were pretty cynical and showing her I didn't care anymore, I just wanted to party with the pretty girls over at the club where I was. Then one hour before closing she sent a message saying she and her friend were going home and would I join them now or find the way later. Since I didn't know the town at all I had to meet them outside and leave with them.

On the taxi ride I kept sending messages to girls and getting answers (all of them from other towns, but she didn't know that), and she kept asking what I had done and I kept telling her how much fun I had had and that I was invited to a party the day after. I was playing very cynical, because I know that somehow girls like bastards and all my options were gone and I might as well be a bastard myself. To be honest I wasn't hitting on her, I just thought I'd let her know how little I liked her now. Which as you all know is a valid technique, even though I wasn't thinking about that at the time.

We got home, the friend went to sleep and I decided to continue getting drunk and watch some tv. The girl sat with me and we started talking, me acting the bastard and being very cynical. The more we went into the conversation the more interested she got. I was telling her about girls I've nailed, dirty things I've done and getting her to tell her deepest secrets without even trying. I was getting drunker and drunker, but she hadn't drunk much and was definitely not drinking anymore. We talked for like 5 hours, and suddenly it was 7 am, I was tired and she looked very much like she wanted to be kissed, so I did for a while, and then told her I was going to bed.

Didn't sleep much, on sunday morning at 10 am she sent me an sms saying that she was bored watching tv and if she could come to my room. We lay there and talked more, cuddled a bit and such, but nothing else. The rest of the day was great, I felt I could take down my barriers and be myself for once, and we spent all day long having fun and being sweet to each other. Night came and she went to sleep with her friend, and I sat in my bed feeling I hadn't worked the weekend correctly at all. In fact I felt I had made such a mess of it. Very badly played. So we started sending some sms to each other from bed, me back to my cynical version,and she got pretty hurt and started crying and stuff. Needless to say, at this point I had crossed the stupid line and gotten feelings for the girl. Next morning she drove me to the airport and it was a somewhat cold goodbye.

The next week we kept sending messages to each other, but she wouldn't go into personal feelings at all, and everytime I asked anything directly she would stop answering or tell me I was pushing her (all this through sms because she woulnd't take the phone and she wouldn't write on facebook anymore). After one more week things had gone so cold that I confronted her and she said it wasn't gonna work, so I kinda erased her from everywhere and I'm trying to get over her right now with other girls, but so far it's not working too well. I have definitely ended contact with her though.

So my questions to you are:
- What things did I do wrong in this case? Apart from getting feelings for her that is. How would you have played this situation?
- As you may understand, this girl has become an incredible (if not impossible) challenge. So yes, I would still like to pick her up, though I'm sure this time I would do it in a colder way and aiming to get her to bed. How would you do it? I think she's planning to visit my town in may, so there might still be a chance, and I would be playing at Home then.

All righty, I hope you liked my introduction I plan to be an active member in the forum