So, the past week I spent a fair amount of time in the PUA chat, talking about The Apocalypse Opener by Ciaran. Now, I do consider that my real game is "pretty good", but I've never skipped all the steps like the opener suggests. So, I sort of made up a pact with a few members that we'd all be doing it this week and see where it got us.
Now, yesterday, wasn't a great day. I was in a off mood, and talking to the few guys I did, it got no better. Anyway, I decided to go out and have some fun. I took this gun along. I targeted a lounge (smart, rich, intelligent women) and a college bar (comparatively stupid, immature girls).
So, I walked into the lounge, had the customary drink of scotch and started going about my business. Now, I'll remember these first 4 approaches for a long time.
SET 1 (HB8 )
Me : Hey.
Her : Hey?
Me : How's it going?
Her : I'm sorry. Do I know you?
Me : No. I saw you, came over to talk.
Her : Look, that's nice and all. But, I'm waiting for my friends. So, if you don't mind, please go. Shoo!
I hate bitches with attitude, I had half a mind to put her ego through the ground, but I wired my jaw shut. And walked to the next set
SET 2 (HB 9)
Me : Hey
Her : Yes?
Me : How's it going?
Her : (turned around and walked away)
Genuine WTF moment. I seriously didn't know what was happening to me today. Anyway, sarge on..
SET 3 (HB 8.5)
Me : Hey.
Her : Hey!
Me : How's it going?
Her : Going good! What you upto?
Me : What are you doing later?
Her : Well, I am waiting for my BF to show up. He's a bit late. You alone?
Me : Yes. I am. Well, nice talking to you, have fun.
BF excuse? Real boyfriend? I'll never know. Three approaches and I was feeling like shit. I thought, one more try..
SET 4 (HB 9)
Me: Hey.
Her : Hello.
Me : How's it going?
Her : Nice. Just a little slow here today.
Me : (small talk about how it's festival time and most students went home)
Her : Mmm..
Me : So, what are you doing later?
Her : I don't know. I don't think that far.
Me : Do you wanna come home with me.
She looked at me, for a good 15 seconds. I could hear Ciaran shouting..
Hold.
HOLD………………..
HOLD IT MY SON……………………..
HOLD THE FUCKING LINE………………
Boom. Slap.
Her : I thought you were an okay guy. You are a fucking pervert! Get away from me!
I was out of my mind by that point, I think I had spiked fever. I stumbled my way into the washroom and locked myself if a stall. I knew that in my current state, I couldn't approach a naked woman with a "I WANT SEX" stamped across her forehead, if I saw one. Thankfully, for those of you who know about the NLP concept of anchoring, I had anchored my pre-soccer training mentality to a song. You know, that whole "new day, new goals to score" crap, it's true and it's very powerful.
Anyway, this is the song..
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjZACyYKGJ8[/youtube]
So, I could feel that same mental state being refurbished in my head. I took off the earphones, walked out, splashed some water on my face. Said three more sets to the mirror reflection. (I am pretty sure the bouncer thought I was crazy
)So, I walked out of Thousand Oaks and went to the crazy bar.
I spot a very smartly dressed woman sipping a martini (Jane Bond? Who knows?
), I walk up to her and here's how that goes..Me : Hello
Her : Hello
Me : How are you today?
Her : Not bad. A little tired, but I'll manage.
Me : I understand. What are you doing later?
Her : I don't know. Maybe unwind for a bit here and then back to my place.
Me : I see. Do you want to come home with me?
She stared at me. I braced myself for another slap. She just finished her drink with a single swig and walked away.
I thought, that it could've ended worse. Anyway, I ordered cheap whiskey that they had stocked in the place. Maybe a minute had passed when I fet a tap on my shoulder. Turn around and THERE SHE WAS..
Her: Well, I was getting my coat, let's go.
Me : My drink?
Her : You want to take the DRINK home or you want to take ME home?
Me : Forget the drink.
I walked out and she was walking near the car park.
Me : I don't have a car. Or a bike.
Her : Well, we'll just take my car, then. And we're going to my place. I have work in the morning.
Me : Fine by me.
It was downright awesome. I thanked the Pick Up Gods for taking care of the logistics this way, because I had no idea how to tell her "home" was an hour away.
Went back to her place. Woman was a sexual deviant. I think we fucked for the better part of the night. After that, she fell asleep as instantly. Well, I got up and went to her kitchen, got myself a jug of water. I spotted her Driver's Licence on the table. I spit the water out. She was 12 years older than me! Goddamned! She look 5-6 years at most.
Anyway, I thought, it'd be best to let myself out. Got dressed. Left a note on the table telling her I had a wonderful time, and signed off my first name. Enough to let her know it wasn't a nameless affair, enough for me to know I cannot be tracked. Shut the door behind me. I think the watchman of her building gave me a conspiratory smile. Bastard.
I just woke up about an hour ago. I am going out for lunch. Have a dinner date tonight. Not going to sleep with her. I think my dick is cursing me right now.
MORAL(s) OF THE STORY :
* NEVER GO INTO PICK-UP WITH THE WRONG MINDSET. I WAS FEELING DOWN, SO MY SETS BOMBED. SPECTACULARLY.
* THE APOCALYPSE OPENER ELIMINATES THE WHOLE CHASE. BUT, REMEMBER IT IS AN EXTREME OPENER. AND SUCCESS RATE IS LIMITED. MINE IS 20%. FOR THOSE OF US (INCLUDING ME) WHO LOVE THE THRILL OF THE CHASE. IT IS FOR TO BE USED SPARINGLY ,AT BEST.
* DON'T GIVE UP. THE OBJECTIVE WITH WHICH YOU CAME INTO THE BAR SHOULD BE COMPLETED. IF YOU FEEL DOWN, FIND A WAY TO GET YOU UP. I USED ANCHORING, YOU CAN USE WHAT WORKS FOR YOU.
* TAKE CARE OF THE LOGISTICS. THE PU GODS AREN'T AS KIND ON EVERYONE, AS THEY WERE ON ME. THIS TIME.
Signing off, gentlemen (and any ladies, reading this.
)Auf Wiedersehen.
It went exactly how you'd expect the opener to go!
