Hey guys, just gotta start by saying this is probably one of the most exciting communities on the internet. It's cool to see guys working to help each other instead of butting heads all the time.
Recently I moved from my hometown to live with my brother. I've lived in the same town all my life and I was quite popular so when I started getting into PUA it was hard to find targets that I wasn't socially connected to, which made it very awkward every time. So now I'm in a new town and in awe of all the fine HB's out here! Thought I'd do a little sarging. I had a couple different people to choose from as a wingman, my choice was more determined by their confidence in me then their confidence in themselves. I chose a colleague at work. A good looking country fanatic with a bit of social awkwardness, but a decent conversationalist and someone who I feel confident could learn the game. I had a few more friends I wanted to come out, to build more social proof, but they wouldn't go along with the plan as they had previous arrangements.
So me and my wingman head downtown to hit the clubs after a few beers and hanging out with the friends. I was chain smoking and the whole way there bombarding him with everything I could think of. IOI's, Kino, Approach, Close, Body Language, everything and anything that could help him out. I told him we were going to find a girl with big lips and break any social anxiety he had, plus I needed a good laugh. This was the routine I made up for him:
Wingman: Are you related to Mic Jager?
Girl: Uhm, no, why?
Wingman: Cause those are some big ass lips
Girl (Who hopefully hasn't left by now): What?!
Wingman (Ignoring her appauledness): Do people ever tell you that you have Angelina Jolie's lips?
Girl: Yes/No
Winman (Cutting her off if she tries to say anything else): Don't listen to them, they're definitely more Mic Jager style/ Good we wouldn't want to confuse a Mic Jager lookalike with a Jolie!
Unfortunately we didn't get a chance to run this. Another day though! I needed some water so he suggested the casino. I was all for it as I've never been to a casino before. We walked in, got some water, and I sat down at a slot machine with ten bucks in my hand. He buggered off somewhere else. I was sat next to this 80 year old looking woman, and just started chit chatting with her.
Firestarter: Is today your lucky day?
Gramma: Well I'm up seventy-two dollars!
Firestarter: Wow! You must be really good at these slots! What's your secret?
Gramma (laughs): I don't know.. I'm just on a roll..
Firestarter: Well hopefully you'll rub off on me! (Start mashing buttons) I have no idea what's going on... (As I start winning something) All I know is I like the men with the top hats, the dancing girls, and the windmills!
The conversation went on as I slowly watched my ten bucks get drained, but it was good fun. I wished her luck and left, found my friend who had won thirty two bucks and we hightailed it before we lost another cent. Then we went to a pub with live music, sat and had a couple of drinks. There were no real good prospects though. A staguette came in but they were all HB5's. It was a little disappointing. So we left after a couple songs. We walked down the street chit chatting and I saw a set of two blonde HB7's and a really tall big guy who looked a little Friendly Giantish. They were in front of us so I just piped up "do you know where any good clubs are around here?"
HB7 #1: We're underage
Firestarter: Oh, and you don't use fake ID's or anything to get in?
HB7 #2 (With and incredulous look on her face): You think I'm underage? (At this point I figured I'd heard the other girl wrong)
Firestarter: Oh are you not from around here? Me neither.
HB7 #2: I'm from around here, how old do you think I am?
Firestarter: Uhm, maybe 18-20?
HB7 #2 (obviously liking this): Really?! I'm twenty four! I feel so old..
Firestarter: You're getting there!
At this point they laughed turned away and kept walking, so I had to think of something quickly...
Firestarter: So did you leave your cane at home?
HB7 #2: What?!
Firestarter: How old are your friends??
HB7 #1: That's my brother, and he's 15
To be honest after this I don't really remember how it went. But I ended up figuring out they were all siblings. The two girls seemed to have a real tight connection so I asked them to do the best friends test. They were scared they would fail and I told them that it would only make them stronger friends if they did. They laughed but at this point we were at the girls van. I negged her on it and they left. I wasn't interested in number closing her anyways, I wanted her little sister
but did get an opportunity to pull her aside... for shame. So from here we went to another pub. We had a very cute HB8 waitress brunette with a nice smile and very friendly. I wasn't about to bother hitting on her at work, but I made it a point to talk to her a lot every time she came by, neg her a bit. I used the lint routine on her as well, she just laughed it off like no big deal. I liked that. So we ordered a whole bunch of different drinks got pretty wasted and headed on out. Somehow we ran into some people my wingman knew and were walking with them. They were fugly. I got seperated from them between a set of three girls all HB9's, two blondes and a brunette. I sped walk around them and then slowed down and said "This is kind of awkward but you got inbetween me and my friends." Which got me the most hateful look I have ever seen from one of the blondes. So we entered this strip club and dropped the group. I walked by the threeset again and smiled at the girl who gave me the dirty look. Damn I would've tapped that ass, but she smoked me with that hate-glare again. I should've asked her friends "Is she always this hateful to people she doesn't know?" or something but I just laughed and told her I was joking and to relax. She rolled her eyes and I just kept laughing shook my head and walked away.
My next encounter was a blonde HB9 that just like that last one shot me a very hateful look across the bar. I just smiled back, I wasn't sure what her problem was. I told my friend it was getting lame in there so we walked out and he went to the bathroom. The girl followed us out and acted like she was on the phone, hovering around me. I caught her eye for a second and asked her.
Firestarter: What was that hateful look for in there?!
HB9: What are you talking about?
Firestarter: You almost burned my eyes out with that much animosity.
HB9: Was it this? (gives me a cute look)
Firestarter: Yeah right! More like (Shoot back at her the hateful glare)
HB9: I didn't do that!
Firestarter: Yeah whatever.
HB9 (back on her phone): OMG my friends won't even answer their phones!
Firestarter: Probably because you keep trying to give them a loving look but you turn them to stone.
HB9: Hey! (pushes me)
At this point my wingman returned from the bathroom. She asked my name and I told her and she told me her name was Alanna but I didn't catch it. Then her friends came out of the bar so she ran off and was yelling "goodbye firestarter!" I asked my wing her name and shouted back my farewell.
We hit the club across the street for shits and giggles. It was so dead I couldn't believe it. So I went to the bathroom, came back had a shot and grabbed a drink, walked over, saw an HB7 Wideface sitting by herself. I just walked up motioned for her to move over, sat down, asked her what she was doing alone. Her friends were in Vernon apparently and not answering their phone (about 45 minutes away) and said they were coming out to meet her. I told her that I hated to break the news but they weren't going to be here until the clubs closed. She agreed. So we went and got a beer and came back. I sat down and when she sat down I put my arm around her. I'd kino'd her a bit up to this point, unlike the other girls I talked to which was a big mistake. We talked for a bit, my wingman came and sat down, I just slipped her my phone with 1-250 in it and she did the rest. I told my wingman we had to leave and we headed out. From here I was feeling very confident. We were on our way home waiting for a cab at the Mac's on the corner. I really had to piss. Got it out of me and came back out of the bathroom and there were like five cops in the place! I saw one of the cops was an HB8 blonde so I shot her a smile and told her my ID was a fake but if she let me keep it I'd give her a kiss. She took it way better than I expected and laughed and smiled back.
Went outside, waited for the cab, some real cute HB8 blonde pulled up in what I now know is a Mazda. I said something to her while she was walking in, she said something about work keeping her late. When she came back out and went to get in her car I told her I wanted to show her something, she refused and left. Then I saw two brunettes sitting on the curb. My wingman had bought some lame harry potter Magic magazine so I grabbed it and walked over to them. one was an HB8 brunette the other an HB6. I sat next to the HB8.
Firestarter: Can I ask your opinion on something?
HB8: Yeah sure what's that?
Firestarter: Would you date a guy that bought this magazine?
HB8 (laughs): What the hell, why do you have this?!
Firestarter: Well I took it from my buddy over there, he's a little weird.
He came over, we idly chit chatted for a while, and then these two guys came over and completely AMOGed us. It was the end of the night though and I wasn't wanting to practice anymore so even when he looked at me grinned and said "Sorry for stealing your girlfriend" I just laughed and said you can have her. We walked off and caught our cab home, and that was my night of sarging and showing my wingman the ropes and how to play it off. Any comments would be greatly appreciated!