Introduction

What I want

~* Stop making excuses for not taking action.
~* Learn how to get in state consistently.
~* Have a game plan! Seriously, I've been improvising a lot lately and have been too lazy to actually create a battle plan.
~* Approach at any appropriate time (day and night). Sarging is not a scheduled activity, but rather a lifestyle.

. . . I will add more goals as time passes, since I can't come up with anything else at the moment.

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Day 1

Goals

~* Going out without a game plan (trying out pure improvisation and I'm not allowed to use any of the stuff I usually use).
~* See where the night takes me with this. It's a personal social experiment.

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So I'm going out with my friend 'Zach' (not his real name). He's a pure natural that often fails more than he succeeds. But I choose to hang out with him because he's fearless and goes for what he wants.

Anyways, we're out in a famous bar located in the centre of Stockholm. We order a beer and start looking for a place to sit. Suddenly, a voice calls for him . . .

"Zach!!"

We turn around and see 5 hot chicks sit at a table. They all apparently know him.

So there I am, sitting with Zach and 5 chicks. EVERYBODY knows everybody. I'm the only outsider.

I think - Challenge accepted! and quickly engaged conversation with all of them.

ME: Omg! I'm the only outsider here. You're gonna have to help me out! Tell me, how do you all know each other?!
THEM: Bla bla bla bla (they tell me everything)

Now, there was one particular girl I was interested here. Let's call her Blondie.

BLONDIE: We're here tonight because it's my birthday! I'm turning nineteeeeen
ME: Oh yeah? I turned 19 just a couple of days ago.
BLONDIE: Oh reallllyyyy!? Congratulations!
ME: You too! And to the rest of you guys (looking at the entire group): Since me and Blondie are the oldest here - we're in charge. Got that?
THEM: Hahaha
BLONDIE: Yeah! We're the adults here so you all have to do as we say!

The other chicks started hitting me and laughing. Child's play.

NOTE:By establishing a commonality between you and the girl you're interested in - things become much more personal between you. Now me and Blondie had something in common that nobody else in the group did. This created a connection between us.

Things were going great, until I found out Blondie had a boyfriend she has been with for over 2 years. They were pretty serious about this and I didn't feel it would be worth fucking things up between them just to get with her . . .

The chicks had to go, leaving me and Zach alone (on a table for 5 people. See where this is going?).

So Zach and I are chilling, when all of a sudden 2 chicks pop up.

CHICKS: Can we take these chairs over to another table?
ME: Sure. Or you can just sit here with us and keep us company.
CHICKS: Ah okay. Sure, we can do that.

Nice.

Zach and I hit it off with these chicks, doing a little bit of smalltalk. Apparently, one of them, let's call her Mimmi - was working at an amusement park.

ME: Wow, that means you can get me and Zach in for free, ehhh?
MIMMI: Haha, yes I could do that if I wanted.
ZACH: You should consider us being VIP. Wherever we go - fun goes.
MIMMI: Lol! I can maybe slip you in for free some day

Now, you can probably see the opportunity here. Both me and Zach were thinking the same thing. But he made it ONE second before me!

ZACH: Nice, you should give us your number and we'll hit you up some weekend.
MIMMI: Yeah sure

#-Close for both of us. The other chick's boyfriend was in the same venue, so we never asked for her number.

The night was over at this point and we had to go.

Improvements for next time

~* Both me and Zach were interested in the same girl. So none of us did anything about it, lol . . . Next time, we gotta make wingman plans.
~* Escalate fast
~* Open more sets

Lessons to be learned

~* Getting a number is easy as shit. All you gotta do is find a few commonalities with the girl, and a reason to take her number (such as getting in to her workplace . . . in this case, the amusement park).

~* Numbers don't mean SHIT. Bragging about how many numbers you've gotten is just lame. The makeouts and other physical closes are what really matter.

~* By consistently smiling and having a FUN vibe around you - people will be drawn to your vortex of fun. In this case, the girls didn't mind sitting next to us because we had that vibe. If we looked and acted, say, like serial killers - they would probably take those chairs and find another table.

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Day 2 - GayClub Pickup

Goals

*~ Get at least a number from a girl at a gayclub
*~ Not allowed to 'pretend to be gay'. Straight up intentions

Why I'm doing this? The theory being: A lot of STRAIGHT women go to gay-clubs with their gay guy friends. Befriend their gay friends and then move in for the easy kill = WIN. Also, the girls' defenses are DOWN that night because they assume that all guys talking to them are gay.

Meaning that you can initiate a conversation and they will respond. Those few minutes are enough time to make the set hook, and it won't matter if you're gay or not in the end. They like you by this point.

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So it's me and my 5 friends. One of my friends is a girl, and another one of my guy friends is gay.

We start dancing, having fun etc. Lots of gay guys hit on me. I didn't mind (no homo).

We go out to take a smoke. This hot latino chick is standing all alone smoking by herself. Since none of my friends are 'PUAs', they don't see the opportunity here. I open her . . .

ME: You got a lighter?
HER: Yeah sure.

~ Hands me lighter ~

ME: Hm, this lighter looks really weird? (It was. There were weird colors and pictures on it).
HER: Yeah I know!
ME: Where the hell did you buy such a lighter?
HER: Haha I don't remember! I found it somewhere . . .
ME: Oh, you found it. Didn't know you were the kind of girl that picks up trash from the ground . . .

HER: Hahaha noooo! I don't mean like that, silly!
ME: Whatever you say ~ slightly turning away from her ~
HER: ~ Pulls me back ~ Haha no but seriously. Where are you from?

Yaddayaddayadda . . . Conversation follows from here. We go inside the club again.

I tell her, let's hit the dancefloor. She agrees.

We start dancing. Problem was that she held her purse and shit in her hands, I had a really hard time making a move out of it. Eventually, she says . . .

HER: Hey, let's go get drinks.
ME: Why, you buying?
HER: Haha yeah sure

We go to the bar and she buys me and her each a beer.

We find some seats. I tell her to sit down (I always tell the girl to sit down first, so I can purposely sit next to her when she has chosen her seat). So she sits down, and I sit next to her.

We continue talking.

I found out that she knows some security guards that can get me in to a celebrity-only-party. I was like WOW !!!!

No need to say, I instantly #-closed. This was a MUST.

Now things started to get weird . . . She is touching A LOT, but almost never keeps eye contact. Usually I like to hold strong, seductive eye contact before moving in for the kill. She didn't allow that to happen for some reason?

So, for the first time in my life . . . I verbalized it.

ME: We should hook up.
HER: ~ Confused, because she doesn't know what 'hooking up' even means!? ~
ME: You don't know what that means?
HER: No . . not really. What is it?

I move in really close, with her eyes STILL looking away. I had to continue verbalizing it . . .

ME: We should make out.
HER: AHA! That's what you mean. Well yes, you don't have to ASK. Just DO IT.

. . .

My God. Never felt like a bigger pussy before. WHY THE HELL WAS SHE LOOKING AWAY ALL THE TIME? Jesus.

I take her by the neck, move in and we make out until the place closes. I had no time to go back to her place that night, because I had some important, last-minute stuff to do in the morning.

At least I'll be going to celebrity parties every now and then. Booyah.

Lessons To Be Learned

*~ Gay Clubs are GOLD. At one point, this latino chick even said she was THRILLED to meet a straight guy. She's been waiting all night for a guy to talk to her. Seriously guys - GAY CLUBS are awesome.

*~ Eye contact. Some chicks, I guess, are just not the eye-contact kind of girls. Her eyes aren't the only thing sending out signals. Look for alternative signals too and don't focus on one single source of interest.

Improvements For Next Time

*~ I didn't have to verbalize the kiss close. I, technically, COULD have just gone for it. Even if she barely looked at me, I would still get her attention if I, for example, started touching her in a way to prepare her for what's coming. Giving her a heads up. Then, in that case, if she actually wanted to make out, she WOULD look at me. I didn't think about this shit last night.

*~ Hm. What else? If anybody's got any inputs on improvements, I'm glad to hear them. But for now, it seems that the night went just as expected.

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Until next time,

Panda.

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Day 3 - Sticking point revealed + Makeout

Before I start, I gotta say I'm really disappointed at myself. I never realized I had this problem before . . .

NEW sticking point

Apparently . . . I'm the kind of guy that KNOWS when a chick is into me, I can read signals more than perfectly, but this problem seems to lie within me. I guess my sticking point is this:

* I need a girl to be almost THROWING herself at me before my mind is really convinced that it's ok to make a move.

This isn't always a problem though, because most of the times, I do in fact manage to get the girl to throw herself at me.

But when I'm thinking back: There are SOOO many missed windows of escalation throughout my life.

I gotta fix this . . . I gotta start living more risky. Damn. Here's the story that was a wake up call to me

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I went to a local bar in Stockholm with 4 other chicks. It was just us. The girl I'm interested in from the group will be called Sexy9 (HB9). I engaged the group . . .

ME: I don't got a lot of cash on me tonite, so I'll be drinking maybe one beer or two.
THEM: Oh alright.

I drank my beer and they drank theirs. Night is starting off casual. Sexy9 is sitting next to me all this time and we're just smalltalking at this point. She points at two guys sitting by themselves at a table and tells me how she thinks it's sad that guy don't have the balls to talk to chicks.

I agreed with her.

ME: You know what . . . Go up to one of those guys and flirt with him. I dare you. You guys would probably make a good couple!

Sexy9: What?? NOO. He's not my type!
ME: Come on, I'll help you hook up
Sexy9: Haha no thanks!

Note: I love using disqualifiers. They are my favorite type of push/pull. VERY powerful stuff, I recommend it.

So I finished my drink now.

Sexy9: Hey, you should order another beer!
ME: I'm out of ca$h, I'll just be chilling sober tonight.
Sexy9: No! Don't worry, I'll buy you a beer

She buys me a beer. We chill, we talk and I bust her balls all night.

She then wants me to come with her outside for a smoke. No need for me to isolate, she did it for me.

We go outside and start talking:

ME: What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done?
Sexy9: ~Tells me~

We get into a sexual discussion.

Sexy9: You owe me A LOT. I keep providing you with cigarettes and beer.
ME: Oh yeah?
Sexy9: Yes.
ME: What do you want? Hot passionate sex?

I was looking her dead serious in the eye when saying this

Sexy9: Maybe.
ME: Alright, we'll take care of it some day then.

We talk some more and then she mentions this:

Sexy9: You should come over to my place. I got a jacuzzi, a pool and a hot-tub!

Damn was I jealous she had all that shit.
But anyways, so we planned that I would come over some day. Not really the best kind of time-bridging, but it managed.

We had finished our smokes and now we're standing still, looking each other in the eyes. We both kept seductive eye contact and I knew it was on.

Now here's something that has never happened to me before

Before you know it, she LITERALLY jumps me,pushes me towards the wall and then starts making out with me, without warning.

ME: ~I pause the makeout~ . . . Wow. That took you some time.
Sexy9: Haha what do you mean??
ME: I knew it was just a matter of time.
Sexy9: LOL. What can I say. I've been wanting to makeout with you for a looong time now.

She starts mentioning other moments we've been in the same company and she revealed ALL the windows of opportunity I missed earlier.

I never even realized it.

I felt so down. I couldn't believe how many opportunities I missed up until this point. And even NOW, I didn't make the move. She did, because she couldn't wait any longer.

Besides the fact that she was the best kisser yet - I was over all disappointed at my slow performance and the time it took me to get this makeout.
We're making out some more now . . .

ME: ~Pushing her away~ Alright, that's all you get for now.
Sexy9: No, it's not.

She grabs me again and starts making out.

I have never met a girl that is this strong and goes for what she wants.

We were both playing with each other now.

Sexy9: ~Backing off and looking at me~ Do you wanna kiss me again?
ME: Maybe.
Sexy9: Then do it.

I pull her in and do it again.

We push/pull each other all night. It's like a war. Both of us are playing the same game it seems. But I loved it.

Lessons to be learned

*~ Be OBSERVANT with windows of opportunity. There is no 'perfect' moment to do shit. Just do it whenever the opportunity arises.

*~ Do not ever make excuses for not taking action. Life's too short to postpone little things like this. Plow.

Improvements for next time

*~ Wow . . . Basically as above. I gotta start taking faster action from now on. There's no need for the girl to be throwing herself at me before I decide to make a move. Damn.

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I would appreciate any kind of feedback on this situation.

Later,

Panda.

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