You really have to explain to me how and why you would do this... I would never see myself do this.

And would you ever reconsider offering a girl a drink? The slight amount of PUA literature I read says it's an absolute no-go (as you mentioned, DLV). In some situations it seems appropriate though, but I'd never open with it.

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Unfortunately, the city I live in Canada is a 150,000 people "in the middle of nowhere"...


Thanks for the support, kasabi.
I am seeing improvements, but of course there will always be up and down in the mood... I will continue on my road no matter what...
Regarding the kiss, I think there is literature about it, maybe Mystery or Style.
Anyway, the way you do the kiss results in a very sexual turn-on for the girl. You can try on the convess part of your elbow to practice. Even if you bite strong, you won't hurt at all.
There are several part of the body that can be biten like that. Usually the base of the neck is the most "available" one when you're in a club or something.

The situation was very sensual as I described: we were dancing, she was compliant, my leg was between hers, stroking her twat, it was a good time for that kind of kiss.

Regarding offering drinks, I NEVER OFFER DRINKS.
Saturday was the only exception because I wanted to open like crazy and get rid of AA as much as I can.

As I said, the previous field report is full of mistakes that I posted it only for the sake of the journey, but there is actually very few good stuff for the developing of the community. I am gald anyway that you found the evolutionary kiss in the field report, at least someone learned something...

P.S. found it:
http://www.bristollair.com/2008/outer-g ... ase-shift/

[If you don't know how to erotically bite a girl, learn before you do this. You want to take a big chunk of skin -- not a little pinch! -- and slowly and firmly slide your teeth together until they meet and release the skin. You may want to practice on your own elbow first. Or on Twentysix's mom's elbow--just call her and tell her you know where all of her missing bras went to.]

Getting sick of the cold weather and the club scene

Basicly, not a good weekend, but anyway...

Thursday night

Went to the usual club. Very well groomed as usual. I have this look of "crazy genius that work for a corporation", like Einstein or something - crazy hair style with formal clothes...

As soon as I enter the club, an HB7 gave me a MASSIVE IOI... She was sit down, I walked passed her and she kept eye contact with me for the whole time I was walking (for 10/15 seconds or something).
I was very surprised and she actually caught off guard, all I was able to do is to smile at her and gave her some thumbs up.
I should have totally come there and sit with her, but hey, the night was young... I'll meet her again for sure...

I was at the bar (drinking water lol), and a girl I knew came to me, an HB(7.5)Vietnamese and her HB8 friend form some reports ago. I waved my hand at her, she came and start speaking to me. I think she's a bit of a player herself (I guess every woman is a player, but this one is particurarly "playful" with the other dudes).
Anyway, HBVietnamese said "I want to hook you up with my roomate, she's 20 but she never goes to clubs because she doesn't have an ID" (this look weird to me, why do she want to hook me up with someone else? And the ID stuff is weird as well).
I said "Ok, so how do we organize?"
She took out her phone and we exchange numbers. Sweet solid #-close. I really need a way to get into the college situation here, so I want to leverage HBVietnamese instead of sarge her. This is going to be fun, anyway.

Later on, the HB7 that opened me before was dancing on the dance floor with two friend of hers (HB5 and HB4). The problem is... she is a giant. She is like 10cm taller than me, and she also have wide shoulders and stuff. I mean... she can beat me up LOL.
Nevertheless, I started dancing with her in a sensual way. She was receptive, we had some fun. At this point I tried to befriend her HB5 and HB4 friends.
I went to dance with HB5, and as soon as I was near her, she looked at me like she was terrified.
So I said something like: "Are you terrified or something?" (I really shouldn't have said that, I don't know why those words came out of my mouth)
She looked even more terrified now and she left.

The night ended without any other sigificative interaction.

Saturday night

This saturday night has been so far one of my worse night ever.
So I contacted a friend of mine, and he said he will go to that club so we can meet there. I was happy that finally I wasn't going to sarge alone, have a wingman, and usually he goes out with pals and gals of him, so it would be a nice way to get to know some new people...

So I went to the club early. I was peacocked very nicely (three pieces suit and a fedora), because I wanted to have fun with my friends and stuff.

Made some move on the dance floor, opened some set, nothing particular, very polite interaction, some eye contact, some dancing with an HB5, etc.

The night continued but no sign of my friend. I send him a message, no response.
I started to get pissed for the flake. It was 1am and the night was going to be over in a couple of hours or something.

I started to get upset easily, I don't know why.
If I see some girl giving me eye contact and speaking with her friend, I was assuming she was joking about me or insulting me.
If some girl refused to dance with me I would feel rejected and pissed.
Suddenly, my impression was that every guy in the club was having fun BUT me.

I went to dance into the cages because I liked the songs the DJ was playing.
In the cage next to mine there were a 2set, and BH7 and an HB8.
The HB8 left her friend and came dancing with me in my cage.
So I tried to keep eye contact, and to make some move. She gave me very cold response.
I tried to take her hand to make her spin or something. She moved her and way, and she said to me "NO!" with a very firm voice.
So I was pissed and I told her : "Why don't you go back to your friend? Go back to her!" (why the hell would I say something like that? Was really me speaking? Damn!)
She obv went back to her friend, and they left almost immediately, I tried to tell them hi and to wave at them, but they weren't giving me any eye contact, they were basicly running away from ME.

I was super pissed.
I went to the bar, and they were there, sitting 10 meters away from me.
I don't know why I did the following thing, but I went there and I stared at HB8.
She gave me a "what-the-fuck-does-he-want?" look.
So I said: "Yes, I am annoying! Totally! I mean, what is wrong with me, coming here speaking to you?"
They basicly flew away.

I hated myself and I started feeling guilty for what I did.
I regretted that move with my whole being.
She was just a scared kid, she was probably 20 or something.
She's maybe never been into a club.

I left the club immediately and I went to sleep.
It was not a good sleep. I've never been an ass to girls. I've always been nice, too nice. I didn't like what I did one bit. What was happening to me last night? And why? This is NOT ME.

Lessons Learned
- I am starting getting sick of the club scene. The is too much bitch shield and going there alone is really not the best option... I should start getting into the daygame. Mall and coffee shops. And waiting for the warm weather to come for some street approaches. I'll go to clubs again when I'll have some friends to come with me.

Mistakes
- Getting bogged down and pissed because of the flake. Damn, at least my friend could have told me "I won't come" or something! (this is not a justification of my behavior, that was under all aspects, unforgivable)

I hear you man. The same was happening to me the few last times I went clubbing. As you said. There's way too much bitch shield and a lot of times an HB6,7 will think she is THE shit. Imagine the level of bitch shieldness of an HB8,9 then hey ? they think they own the world.

I'm starting to enjoy doing the day game thing...you can actually talk to them and hear them rather than repeating yourself 2,3 times.
LMAO

Hey Italian? What are you up to! Hope you've been busy because of a girl!

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Quick update

I got fed up with the club scene sarge, and I think I will give it a couple of weeks rest.

In the meantime, I am reading "Awakening the Giant Within" and I realized I have to take care of few things about myself before starting sarging again at full speed.

So I subscribed in a tennis club and I am taking guitar lessons, in addition to my three days a week schedule of regular gym, get my week pretty busy.

I still have the weekends to sarge though. I am just sarging when I see the chance.

Last saturday I went to the library and I got an HB7 #-close.
I also #-closed in a very sloppy way the HB7 receptionist of my tennis club. (I hated this last #-close, I have problems with recognizing IOI from hired guns)

ExLesbianHB8 told me she's moving back to Ottawa in a month, and when I asked for a "goodbye meeting" she answered me "I'm sorry I have a boyfriend now, going out with you would seem suspicious". LOL. I hated this message because it is clear that when she think about me, she think about some eventual "lover" or something, not a friend for sure. But she's moving away, so no chances there...

I have a long term project now, that involves daygame and throw parties at my house on Sundays. When I was in Italy, I use to bake homemade bread and other italian food every Sunday, and invite my friends over to watch the soccer game.
The smell and the flavour of homemade bread just out of the oven is uncomparable. Besides, here in this Canada city NOBODY knows how to cook italian food, not even the fancy reaturants! It will be an awesome party to invite the HBs I #-close to. But of course this involves a big number of #-closes. I have to reach at least something like 30, in order to be confident that at least 10 will show up...

I also bought a kick-ass top-shelf CANON videocamera (ordered from ebay, it's coming to papa!), so there may be some video-report coming up in the future!

I will most probably coming back to italy for Easter, for a couple of weeks. I miss Italy, and I am eager to sarge there with the knowledge I've accumulated here!
We'll see what happens... video report in italian? LOL

Nice sarge to everybody!

I'm getting into it... parties environment are so dirty. People are drunk, competition is high and creepy, girls have bitch shield... I understand you started to be sick of it... but truth is, results are harder in Day Game I think...
I think you're right Italian. I've been putting myself out there just to game and that's not a good thing... Inner Game first! Enjoy tennis man, gym and all that... but keep your eyes open and smack every opportunity!
Day game Hope you'll post a follow-up on this closes... You've been very inspiring in the date with ExLesbianHB8... I'm eager to learn more from you.
You must have been so excited by this amazing date you had with her, especially for the ex lesbian part... but you know what, let's laugh about it, move forward... I bet you she'll come back one way or the other in your story.
SEX for the mouth!
Yeah, I can't wait to see if what I've learned in Brazil works in France as well...

Keep it up

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If you've seen my other posts, I think you'll notice that I haven't recommended 'slow down' to anybody else.(Even though many would probably benefit) Look at the above statement. You said things, you did things, and only now your mind is catching up; when you breathe fast, walk fast, talk fast, you seem to have a tendency to out pace all of these things ahead of THINKING.

Sure, changing to a 'slower' environment might help. But unless you really take this to heart and accept your tendencies, you're likely to repeat similar regretful actions no matter where you go. Hey, that's why they call it a 'habit' right? I'm not asking for meditation or Yoda mental crap. Just walk slower. . . .just a few paces. Just breathe slower . . . just a few breaths. Speak slower and speak less often. . . and wait just a tad longer to respond. That's all . . .

If you were an absolute retard and even after the situation continued on with, "I am the pick up master. The girls were just bitches. I am better than them. They are sluts . . . Their loss, not mine . . ." - Then I'd just tell you to shut your face and start all over again. In your case however, you seem to realize your mistakes after you made them. Just slow it down. You WILL CATCH your mistakes before you make them, and with enough practice, formulate a better strategy as you go.
Because you're believing in game instead of believing in yourself; Regardless of what girls say or do . . . YOU KNOW when something is not right. You just know it . . . and if so, it's time to CHANGE tactics or at the very least DROP the current one. For you, I sincerely believe that this is just a phase. Many in this forum equate your recent experience to game. They blitz whatever they see and just continue to mow that shit down until things either explode or they get lucky. And I find it quite ironic that these are the type of guys who love all the PU cliches like, "Leave her better than you found her." . . . Hey, about MEETING her better than she was was already? Don't separate 'game' with YOU. You are what makes game.

This all sounds good but: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. (Fill in the blanks.)
If you can't laugh at yourself for this . . . what can you laugh at? Sure, you might have scared/pissed some people off for one lousy night but this is life. Things happen. Believe me, it's only when you can laugh your ass off about things like this that you KNOW you can move forward. Laugh, laugh, laugh . . . ha, ha, ha . . . forgive yourself. . . and if you're ever in a situation where you can offer a simple apology, go for it. "Oh man, I don't know what I was thinking . . . Oops!? Sorry . . ." and that's it. No big deal.

Keep going . . .

From now on, I'll go out with a little notepad in my pocket, and on the cover on this notepad will be written: "SLOW DOWN".
Whatever works, right?
That is perfectly right. I was trying to be someone I am not, and for some reason I found myself doing thing that are not myself.
I am not "the game I read in the books". I am my own game.
SLOW DOWN!
Yeah I know, getting pissed because of that was silly and childish.
It's actually no deal at all!

Anyway, an other thing I've noticed is that I have a 100% success rate of #-closing.
This is not good, if I don't get any rejection it means I'm not pushing as hard as I can. Most probably I can double my #-closes if I just start going for it more often...

I think daygame and a more peaceful environment will bring me some better result...

Stay tuned!

I have a 100% ratio too... and got to the same conclusion as you...

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Today a weird thing happened.

I was eating at my favourite bar, and I know the waitress quite well.
I've been speaking with her tens of times and we have some kind of rapport.

Today, I went for the #-close with her, and she REFUSED to give me her number!

I literally could't believe it. She is a person I know quite well, that I see regularly, that I have fun speaking with and she has fun speaking with me.
But as soon as I ask for her number, she start speaking about her boyfriend and stuff, and then when I tell her to write her number on my phone, she rejects!

This is weird because, given the premises, I guess she would have given me her number 100% of the times. What has changed?

I think that, compared to few months ago, now I speak differently, I move differently and I behave differently.
And, in this case, the point is: she actually realized what my intentions were, and EVEN if she's a waitress (so she's supposed to be nice with people), EVEN if she knows me from a realtively long time, she would't risk to give me her number BECAUSE SHE KNEW SHE WOULD GET TEMPTED.

I actually liked that! Not to get negged, but I liked the fact that she said no because she didn't want to be seduced! Because she knew she would be seduced!

Good sarge

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The power of ignoring her

I am leaving Canada for Easter vacation for a couple of weeks.
So I mass-send this message to my #-closes: "Going back to Italy in 5 days! BOOM! "

Most of them responded politely, I tried to setup a day2 with two girl of the ones that responded, but no luck.

One girl, an HB9 ex-waitress that worked in my favuorite bar, replyed: "Oh, yeah? Are you excited?". This girl is very flakey with me, even when I met her randomly she doesn't give me any attention (to the threshold of unpoliteness). Not to mention she often doesn't respond to my messages.
So I thought "fuck it", I'm not gonna answer to your stupid message.

Later on I went to my usual Thursday club, when all of a sudden this HB9 came to me with a smile on her face, and said "Hey! You'll go back to Italy! Are you excited? Why didn't you reply to my message?" then she started blabbering (this girl is not very intelligent, and I don't even like speaking to her anyway).
I was thinking in my mind "Lol it worked! She NEVER came to me like this since I know her!".
At some point she was speaking with me very, very close. Very close to my mouth for few seconds. I missed the chance. DAMN. It was a 3 second chance and I missed it. Then the conversation was stuck for few time and I was actually going to meet an other girl, so I basically let her go.
But going for the kiss over an unanswered text would have made me feel godlike!

I am a prostitute

So, I get this request of friendship from an unknown girl on Couchsurfer.
My reply was on this line:
"I would like very much to accept your friendship, but actually in order to be a friend of mine, you have to demonstrate me you're cool enough to hang out with a person like me.
I am going back to Italy for Easter in 5 days so this are you options [following a list of my 3 favourite day2].
If you have some free spare time, let me know.
This is my number:###
Text me or, if you have some balls, call me"

She called me yesterday night! I loved it.
She said she was going to my favourite Thursday club so, even if I was taking a resting period from clubbing, I went.
She is a stunning HB8 with fabulous skin (I negged her immediately "Is this the natural color of your skin or you cheat with tanning machines? I love it by the way!").

I immediately spot the problem: her friend she came with. A tall, beautiful HB9, with the most annoying character in the world. Everything is about her. She doesn't let you talk. She always speak about her problems. She didn't even looked at me for the WHOLE night.
When I met them, the HB9 tragedy was "my phone just died".
She basically managed to ruin the party for us, because she was ALWAYS blabbering about her freaking phone that was not working properly, and she was supposedly in the chat of her life (yeah, sure!) with an Argentinian guy she didn't even slept with, and later I even find out that HB9 is moving to Argentina for him (LOL). She's basically desperate because her personality drives away any decent guy with a functional brain, and she has to move to Argentina to mate with someone LOL.

HB9 was downgraded to HB5 in the blink of an eye.

Anyway, back to HB8, my target.
One of the first question she asked me was: "What's your job"
Me: "I am a prostitute"
HB8: "That's not true! Really?" giggling - serious - arm kino
Me: "Yeah, I have sex with ladies for money. I charge 300$ per night. If you want dinner as well, I charge up to 500$, and dinner is on you"
HB8: "Wow are you serious?"
Me: "Yeas, I move to Canada because here, compared to Italy, they pay me much more. I mean, who wouldn't go out with a cool romantic guy that speaks italian, play guitar, and is in a in a great physical shape?"
HB8: "Wow! Why are you on Couchsurfer?"
Me: "Well, to meet potential clients, but I can make an exeption for you, I can have sex with you for free, only for the first time. Then, you'll have to pay like evryone else!"
HB8: "No, no! I don't want that, and Couchsurfer is not for clients, is to make friends!"
Me: "What do you mean you don't want to have sex with me? I REALLY know how to treat a woman! Believe me, I can touch you like noone has ever touched you before. I'll be very gentle and romantic, and then all of a sudden I'll be a wild animal! Emotional rollercoaster is the trick!"
She was all like "Oh My God", giggling, surprised, even a bit aroused by my sex-for-free proposal I guess... Mixed emotions!

In the meantime, the HB9to5 was sitting next to us, interrupting me every sentence, not giving a shit about what I was saying (even if her friend was saying "are you hearing this? did you understand what he does for a job?"), and working with extreme anxiety on her phone, blabbering about her conversation with the Argentinian guy.

So, at some point I had to cut the crap and I said what my real job was, because it was getting too weird that this HB8 actually bought it "I am a prostitute" so easily.

The HB8 was giving me a LOT of kino, much more that the usual girls give it to me. But the point is, she does that extensively with everyone she knows. When some of her friend showed up, she started kinoing him massively and so on.
So I didn't give her kino too much an importance as an IOI.

Kino tip: we separated for 15 minutes, and when I re-engaged her, I came from behind and covered her eyes for the classical "Who am I?"

At some point of the night, the stress of the HB9to5 was too much to handle and HB8 told me that they were going to bail (after only 1 hour of party LOL).
I offered them a ride, HB8 accepted.

The 10 minutes trip with the car was SO ANNOYING.
HB9to5 couldn't stop speaking not even for a second.
HB8 was trying to ask me questions, but I wasn't even able to answer because HB9to5 had always something to say.

I had to do something. So I said to HB9to5 : "Do you realize you're making me very uncomfortable?"
She started qualifying: "No, no! I am trying to be nice! I am being nice with you!"
Me: "Nice? This is nice? What's my name?"
(here I didn't spot if HB8 actually suggested her, but I think so). Anyway, she answers correctly.
After this she started being almost semi-bearable. She was still speaking all the time anyway.
Finally, when we arrived at their house, HB9to5 went out of the car without saying me hello, and without thanking me for the ride.
HB8 stayed in the car with me for 1 minute to say hello, but of course the mood was totally ruined, so I knew I couldn't go for the kiss close.

BUT we actually agreed on a date, on Sunday, for lunch, in a "formagerie".

So, stay tuned!

Lessons Learned
I had two main goals for the night:
1) Speak slowly
2) Do push-pulls
Regarding point #1, I did spoke slowly, and I came up with all that funny stuff about prostitution (we kept joking about it the whole night, and I guess we will continue joking on the date, great way to talk sexually!)
Regarding point #2, I don't think I did a great job, I should have thrown some disqualify in.

The situation with the HB9to5 was extremely difficult to handle, anyway.

Hey, nice job. Follow through and continue to connect . . .

Consider it a great fortune that you ran into Ms. Disconnected Chatterbox. Now do you see how annoying the 'chatterbox' can be? Chat, chat, chat . . . about nothing right?

Back to Canada

A huge amount of things has happened since I paused journaling.
I don't think is a good idea going into detail of all those things, I will just give quick updates and news.

1) The situation with my target, an CouchsurferHB8 with an awesome personality and outlook is getting complicated. We are friends and we kissed once, on the way to the airport when I was leaving to Italy. Now I'm back and I'm trying to see her, but almost a month has passed, most probably she had other dates and fucked other guys, I don't know if I can get her. Most probably I missed the boat there, because of my trip to Italy. I had a text convo with her yesterday, but when I tryed to get a date she didn't answer me. This usually indicates that she doesn't want to see me. My plan is to freeze out but I doubt it will work anyway.

2) During my Italian vacation, since it was raining a lot, I had a lot of time and very few things to do. This always gets me in trouble. So, I remembered that my ex girlfriend was going to finish law school soon, or maybe she's already finished. So I send her an email asking for that, and since I didn't get an answer I send an other email few days later. Her answer has been a knife in my heart.
She wrote me, and I quote:
This is totally an overeaction... I mean, threatening me to sue me?
I just asked if she finished law school! There was absolutely no need of this, and besides, she could have put me in the spam folder if she doesn't want any contact... is law school crooking the mind of normal people to get them sue the crap out of every little shit that happens in life?

3) I tried to sarge in Italy, with very few successes.

4) When I came back to Canada, the immigration office gave me a really hard time. I have now 30 days to get my work permit renewed. Otherwise I'll have to leave the country. I don't think it will be a problem to get my work permit done, but it is one more thing to work on. Since I am swamped with work, more bureaucracy is not really something I was looking for.

5) I realize what my goal is in this journey. I want my life to be filled with girls. Not necessarly to fuck them or something. If I can throw a house party in my place with ten girls and a couple of guys, that would be my dream.
I want to have hobbies with girls, to hang out with them, to help them and to fuck them.
I want to be surrounded by girls. That's my goal.

6) I have to get back in the game as soon as possible. I am a little bit rusty since almost a month of little or nothing pick-up stuff really puts you on the spot...

She could be a crazy bitch . . . but you could also be an instigator of 'crazy bitch attitudes'. The interesting thing about playing the pu game is that the sheer number of girls you meet should give you a statistically more valid proof of whether the girl(s) in your past were crazy bitches, or you are an instigator of crazy attitudes, or both.

If you want to make connections with girlS, then start by focusing on one girl at a time. Make a CONNECTION. Go out on dates, follow through.

By the way . . . imagine you're a chick. A guy seems interested in you and then takes off for a month to a foreign country and never contacts you. When he finally returns, he wants to set up a "fuck" date. What do you do if you're a chick? Excited? All it would have taken would be a few texts (from Italy) and a 2 dollar trinket from some street vendor and she'd be sucking your cock right now. And even if you didn't contact her at all, the first thing you text is, "Oh, not a big deal but I got something for you from Italy." - It's not the "gift" that is important. You're simply demonstrating to her that you thought of her. . . but of course the truth is that you didn't.