| I just joined the PUA forum, but I have been chronicling some of my field reports over the past few weeks. This is one of the field reports from a few weeks ago. I think I have gotten better since, but thought I would share with the community for those interested (or at least avoided this cocktrap)
So despite my reluctance and anxiety of social environements, I decided to get some practical experience from all of the information I've been learning. God, what a nightmare!
Frist, I try to force myself into a scene full of the most vile looking women I've ever seen (HB6 at best, and that's being generous). But, I figure, "what the hell," I'm here for practice anyway. The location is called Jerry's, a grungy local dive bar, and the only form of entertainment for the unfortunate souls of this lost town. Immediately upon entering, the establishment I felt a sense of intense paranoia. It was like entering a scene from Roadhouse - a loan rider entering a desolate bar in a strange town.
There was no doubt that I was the only guy who cared about his appearance (or even had a sense of style for that matter). I'm thinking, okay Boheme, you're here, fuck it! Focus on the rules of the game: smile, 3-second approach, open, establish value, etc...
As I'm walking across the bar I can feel the furtive glances and eerie aura of everyone in the room. Normally you would think this is a positive thing, I'm the center of attention. But, no these weren't the stares of of envious admiration, they were piercing glares given to one who does not belong. I was an intruder.
But, whatever, fuck em', they don't know me. So I approach a 2-set (HB5, HB4) at the bar from an angle by ordering a drink. I cut in between my target and an impoverished latina who looked like she picked up my high school starter jacket from goodwill. Ok, gross, why the hell is she ogling me? I've got to open this set before she gets the idea that I wanted to be one her late-night escapades.
So doing my best to ignore the akwardness of the situation, I lean over to the 2-set, smiling, and open, "Wow, looks like the party's over here tonight." She gave me a dismissive glare. Wow, that's not how its suppose to work.
Shit, what to do? No, don't do it. Dont!
Yea, I did, I stood there looking like an artless dufus with no friends and no social value. Fuck! Now, make it worse by circling the venue like an ornery sexual predator. Well, I walked around the entire place and finally began to feel the akwardness of the situation. I was in vertigo, the walls were closing in.
Wait, there's an HB6 with an HB3 let's try to open them. Move in from an angle casually, despite their being nothing casual about my presence there. Smile, open:
Chick Opener
Me: Did you see the chick fight outside!
HB6: No
Me: Yea, they were fighting about...
HB6: Well, we just got here are you sure?
Me: Um, Umm... Well yea, didn't you see the police sirens....
HB6: No [long silence]
More bullshit conversation
Damn, probably one of the most embarassing and frustrating experiences I've had in a venue.
Moral: NEVER go to Jerry's again!
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