I have been studying the game for well over a year and a half, and what looked like progress to me all fell before me as the claws of MM. I had learned the hard way tonight that all the seminars that I had watched lie dormant and useless in my brain as I sat with some obnoxious friends. Here's the story.
While I sat amongst them at this "café" (bar), my sister's friends proceeded to inebriate one of the nicer guys, Jason, while teaching him to be mean for purposes of becoming a man I suppose. I feel like I should have done something.
I feel like I should have especially done something else because they considered me an "easy target" due to my age (17), but by the time he suggested that I have sex with my sister, I had forgotten the purpose and his innocent attentions, and froze him out.
Deadly. Awesome at the time. Sad, later, when I noticed it was social pressure from a flat-chested girl with baby-fat arms and a deceptively cute face that I outwardly despised but internally knew that any PUA worth his salt could easily conquer.
Instead of nice Jason, All I saw was the animosity of one b*tch who I had developed an animosity toward ever since a True Blood get together with my sister and her in the midst of another friend (I had become disoriented in her maze of a tiny apartment in a maze of a tiny apartment building and confused her bedroom door for a kitchen pantry or closet, where she proceeded to elate her voice to club level which I wasn't used to [as you'll find out] while a vein pulsed upon her head; I have never had an experience like this and didn't do what I think a good PUA would do, laugh...I proceeded to attempt a freeze-out which didn't turn out so well)
Regardless of what consumed my thoughts for the night (focusing on Allie, one with the group I was with as a Designated Driver,major mistake) I noticed that my game was horrid. This was my first time in a club; my first time seeing the concepts on paper truly shift to real life. And I noticed something, everything I had learned was still in the waiting room, the lobby of my mind and still not in the memory of my muscle.
Like I said, all of those seminars made no difference to what happened with my sex life whenever I (didn't) apply them, and here's what happened.
I only had one opener memorized and a bit of enthusiasm. Unfortunately, the enthusiasm worked briefly and wonderfully for the moments I could maintain when I seated myself at a table soaked with spilled beer. But, by the end of the night and before that spilled beer (my first approach of the night, in fact), that one opener I had memorized surpassed all bullshit that spewed out of my mouth otherwise for everything beyond the second approach (sputtered, unlike the first).
And I just wanted to say that, even though I didn't approach nearly the optimal amount of people for the most learning to take place, I did learn one key concept: The material worked.
Probably because I believed in them. Probably because content was valuable. Probably because I had memorized it pretty well via mind mapping.
Whatever reasoning for NOT using these openers that have been provided flew out the window with tonight's lesson, and I can't wait to bring you in the field report for tomorrow's sarge
CHAT
