Background

I have been sarging for the last school quarter (about 12 weeks) every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. It is now winter break and time for me to become more experienced in sarging.

In the beginning, when I was a total AFC and new to the scene, I would rush many fraternities and would work on girls at their parties--these girls were inexperienced and would be easier to work. I used to practice my game on the guys at the fraternity and later on at night, it would be easier for me to game girls using storytelling; I only used kino routines a few times throughout these days. I successfully locked in a few times and would have girls falling for palm reading routines. During these times, I would drink profusely in order to become more social. Strange thing though is that I could easily be an alpha male in a situation with all guys, but when girls were present, I would need to practice on a few before becoming comfortable even with alcohol. As the weeks passed and the work piled up, I became burdened and decided not to game four days a week for four hours each night, as is recommended by Mystery in the MM. Later in the quarter I also started party hopping, where I would get drunk and go get into parties by opening sets outside of the house where the party took place and getting in by association. Now, I go primarily to clubs and bars.

An incident happened recently which forced me to stop drinking and think about my future as a pick up artist. I will not mention it here in detail because I believe it has no relevance to my goals. Regardless, I will state that I am now sarging completely sober (I take an energy drink or two before starting out), and I am usually alone when I do go sarging.

Last weekend is when I first started doing this. Thursday did not go well, and I ended up actually drinking a natty light and broke my agreement with myself. For this, I punished myself by doing 10 daytime approaches. Friday night went well. I opened sets with confidence even if many were kind of stuck up. Opened HB8s/HB9s/HB10s successfully and initiated kino with few HBs. This was after reading the initial 50 or so pages of Neil Strauss's "The Game". The book made me realize that the world is merely an illusion and that the secret society exists--it is a society of individuals who have realized that their perception of the world is redundant--these individuals have escaped reality and live in a world AFC's can only dream of. I acknowledged this society on Friday night and felt like I was, even for a brief period, a part of the society. This realization made me determined and thus I am now writing my first actual field report as a PUA in training. You can call me Sony.


What follows is a FR (no closes were obtained):

DAY 1 - Thursday 12/9/10

Lone sarge; No alcohol

Overall Application: 4x A314, 2x Ammunition, 1x IH 2X, 6x CTTM2, A drop of IJ (sprayed little bit to hand) applied under nose, for self effects.

A few hours before leaving, memorized an opener from the Love Systems Routine Manual Vol. 2. called Looks or Personality. Also tried to memorize a transition routine, which still needs to be put into memory as of yet. Memorized a few disqualifiers, also in the Vol. 2 book. Had no grasp on attraction material before going out.

Started night out at 10:00 PM with Monster Nitrous energy drink. Went out, drove to club A, payed to get into club A. Old white women were plenty here, in addition to UGs. I left and felt like I wasted 5 dollars. Note to self: make sure with bouncer that this place is good for my purposes before paying the cover charge.

WALKED back to north campus (left car near the club) so that I could talk to people along the street to build social momentum. Few people were on streets tonight, so this strategy failed. Went back to dorm. Applied social pheros, went to bus stop. There was a mixed set waiting for a bus, en route to the same club (club B -- a different one -- the one I went to last Friday ) that I was now headed to, and I opened the set. Two guys and one girl were present. I asked when the bus is going to arrive and whether its always this late. I failed to transition, however, I kept conversation going with how cold it was tonight. The set was friendly, but I gained little confidence.

It was cold and I did not want to wait for the bus, so I walked back to the club I failed at earlier, got in car, a Lancer 2008 with the right side smashed due to an imbecile who T-boned me at an intersection a few months back. I parked the car a little ways down away from the club, and walked on the street on which the club was located. There are many bars and clubs on this street, so it is easy to run game on the street itself before going into the club.

Things got mildly interesting here:
At an intersection about a block away from the club (I did not have the energy to go into the club yet, so I scoped the SPAM, which I know is a dumb move when I have zero social proof or preselection), a two set (HB7 with an HB5) was right behind me. I opened looking back over my shoulder and said, " Stop looking at my ass," in a C&F tone. They giggled, to which I then turned around halfway, not completely facing them yet, and asked if they knew where the clubs are with all the "girlies"; I said this in a borat type accent, so I guess they ate it up because of the humorous tone. They mentioned the same club I was headed to. I did not use any of the openers I had memorized for tonight on these girls, mostly because I was nervous whether they would work.

I went to club B, and they were in front of me the whole time. Once in line, I attempted to open them once again, but this time, they were cold and unresponsive. I teased them a little on how they pronounced the word "Gyro" (there was a vendor nearby selling them) and told them that its "Geero". By the way this was in response to them telling me to go and get a gyro, when I was trying to converse with them. My body language was as follows: I faced them fully at this point, but leaned back and kept a dominant pose, not quirking around like a nervous kid. They did like the teasing and responded well. However, interaction ended when I stopped speaking. And from there on, they were totally unresponsive. I opened a male who was behind me in line and got into a conversation with him. I told him the story of why I stopped drinking, and we talked in a steady conversation until I got to the front of the line. All the while, the HB 7 kept looking over her shoulder. Perhaps an IOI or perhaps not; regardless, I told her "stop looking over your shoulder." Still.... unresponsive.

Once inside, I found it difficult to open a set within three seconds. The place was as crowded as an ant farm, if not moreso. So, I walked into the bar, walked around the place, doing all the things I am not supposed to do when I go into a venue. I did have some dominant body language however.

I tried to run an opener on a seated girl, HB7, who gave me an IOD and looked to the side with eyes. She was getting ready to leave anyways, but I hated that I was breaking all the rules of the club game while I was in there and thought that I should try to approach even after DLVing so much in entering the venue the way I did. I yelled at her, "IOD!" Just to get my energy up, and turned away.

One of my major concerns in the club is that I ALWAYS go to the bar and get a water, just so I have an excuse to strike up a conversation with people adjacent to me. This is quite ineffective at raising my value; however, this is the only way I feel that I can open sets in a club. This club is usually packed with mixed sets, some dancing near the dance floor, most in active conversations near the entrance, and some making out near sides and corners and even near the bar itself. I need help in this aspect of club game. I have the option of going in with incredible energy, but then I feel like I am clowning around (I used to do this earlier, and got a few number closes on the streets, as well as at halloween parties, but they were all flakes-- actually I did not call them, I need to work on my phone game as well).

So, I go to the bar and wait for the barmaid to attend to me so that I can get my water. Meanwhile, I open a blonde HB5 to the right of me. I use the opener that I memorized earlier tonight. I utter the first line, with confidence, "Hey, Quick question, What do you think is more important? Looks or Personality? Response: "Personality, totally, blah blah blah," (response is as expected). However, it is here that I froze up in my interaction with her. There was a short silence; to save face, I said "so, did you come here with friends?" (I know, so AFC and predictable). She said, "Yeah." Her vocal tonality indicated that she had lost interest in the interaction. I think I ended it with, "I don't drink, I am getting a water." HB5: "Oh, good for you" (in a lackluster voice). I laughed inside--I love getting as awkward as this, it is what kills my approachy anxiety. However, she was not hot enough to kill my AA.

Side note: I have noticed that if I bomb a set with stunning HB9s or HB10s, I will usually kill AA for the night. (This happened on last friday, which as I mentioned was a fairly successful day in terms of the number of interactions I had with people).

I went to the bathroom to wash off my hands (an excuse to have something to do, pretty much) and then spontaneously started a conversation with the bartender, asking how old I have to be to bartend. He said 21 everywhere in the USA. I transitioned properly and I started storytelling, making gestures with hands, and all the stuff mentioned in MM as dominant body language. Ended interaction with him when he started talking to someone he knew. (I know, I should have asked him to introduce me, "its the polite thing to do", but I wasn't very quick minded today for some reason--maybe it was studying for the finals that did it).

Back to the original plotline, after fucking up with this HB5, I went out of the club, to relearn my opener, and found myself a solitary spot where I could do so. I felt bad leaving the venue, my social proof was virtually nill here, but I needed to stick through this.

I went back in, without my hat on, and I noticed I got a lot more IOIs from girls when I did this. (I must say that I look attractive in an unusual way, and maybe I was naturally peacocking in the club when I reentered). I did the same mistake of not getting in a set within three seconds. I floated around the club, near the bar area again. This time, I opened a brunette borderline HB7 and ran the first line of the opener over my shoulder facing away from her. She immediately responded with "My boyfriend is over there." Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, "I didn't really say that I was interested," with a smirk on my face. I think the neg hit well, and she smiled back, but I lost nerve and walked away. My problem, I know, was that I approached a girl who is alone, instead of with a group. As a result of her being there alone, I was unable to use the neg in a "throw-n-go" fashion, since only she was there. Had her friend been there, I believe this would have been a good neg and disqualifier.

The final set that I can remember is the set that I met at the bus stop nearby my dorms. As aforementioned, I walked back to campus to gain PSM (positive social momentum). I actually opened a male near where they were sitting, who was rather unresponsive and looked pissed, but I plowed through until I safely killed the thread without seeming a beta male. The guy from the group opened me when I finished my conversation with the grumpy guy, and I talked for like 1 minute with them. Lost the set, as I did not have the stamina to continue after all the DLVing I had thus far accomplished.

I left the club, asking the bouncer, whom I have befriended for some time, when I should come so that it is not so crowded. He replied, "Come back tomorrow around 10 o' clock to 11 o' clock." So it was that I ended my sarging session that night.

I experimented one more time, while pissing on a tree in a park near the club, two HBs (could not determine level of hotness) were walking nearby. I tried to hide, and one of them said " I can see your penis." I played along, "It's too small don't look" . I knew it wasn't going anywhere with my level of game. I realize that an MPUA could have gotten an f-close at this particular instance--I could just feel the potential.

One improvement that I think I need to make is to distinguish myself from the crowd by peacocking more heavily, especially since there is so much competition at this club. Currently, I have an egyptian ankh pendant, and a silver chain that I wear. I have also, on some occasions, including tonight, worn eyeliner, which amplifies the mysterious look I am trying to accomplish. I wear an Emporio Armani watch sometimes--I got it during my study abroad experience in Scotland, so I can immediately go into a routine about Scotland if someone comments on it. Other than this, my clothes are not too flashy; but I do have some flashy clothes I purchased in Scotland. I have attached a picture to this post, so that constructive criticism may be offered.

I write a lot, yes, but it is only during these initial field reports that I plan to write so much. I need every detail examined by the community, so that I can better my game.

I appreciate any input, especially input from an MPUA.

Sincerely,

Sony



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hey man, i read your whole FR.

it is great that you are going out and opening the sets man. one thing im sensing though is that you really seem to overanalyse everything man.

how is your inner game?

I'm quite a fan of going outside and chatting to the smokers ("nah, I don't smoke, but smokers tend to be cooler people"). It's usually nice and chilled out there and so you can recover a little bit. As it's usually quiet, you can generally open much more easily.

I'm not a fan of smokers, so I don't try to hit on them, but it's great social proof when you can bounce between groups that you already know around the targets.

My inner game is solid. However, I still get AA when getting ready to make the first approaches involving HB7s and above. Friday night (yesterday) went extremely well. Even had a chick who was tugging on my shirt as her boyfriend dragged her away. I have it all on audio. I got her so attracted since I kept teasing her but directed the comments to her boyfriend, using negs and disqualifies but at the same time listening to her ask me all sorts of things about myself lol. By the way I heavily peacocked yesterday. Used black nail polish, drew a cross on my left cheek with blue eyeliner (tactics that would demonstrate preselection). Wore that blazing blue shirt along with like 4 chains. At one point a group even thought I was a performer and asked me if I am with a particular band they were fond of. ( damn rock n roll junkies)

The eyeliner , the peacocking dude, its wierd.
I have done it, dont get me wrong, but u want me to tell u what really catches a girls attention? Good clothes
I spent £300 on my shoes, but u can get cheaper ones in a vintage shop for aound £30
I paid a girl £50 to take me out n style me and its makes a hell of a difference believe me.

The guy with bad clothes and a mohawk is always going to lose out to the well groomed guy with great body language and clothes

I agree about the clothes. Its so hard for me to drop some of my youthful notions of style. But most girls want a guy who has a more adult confident powerful dress. Your bright blue checkered shirt and the backwards cap would work okay at high school parties maybe. But I think it may come across as a little too inexperienced. Otherwise your looks seem more than adequate. I would try drastically different styles of clothing, see what works. Note, I am a new PUA. So its just my opinion.

As for eyeliner and such. I think it all depends on the crowd and whether you have the game to back it up. Women want guys who have it all. If you are a powerful person who also can get away with having a great time and dressing wildly, then why not? Read my post yesterday about face paint at a pajama party...

I think that if a person looks unusual, then they should have unusually interesting things and experiences to talk about. I am one of those people who can back up my wild look with a wild life. I am also wanting to truly understand psycology, emotions, relationships, etc so that I am a more empathic person which is unusual but worthwhile.

I frame my sarging with the idea that I don't want a boring life. Sex is great, but I am also interested in all the other things in life. Especially how we as humans can express ourselves more freely. So if some girl thinks I am wierd well I feel sorry that she is afraid to step out of the box that she has put herself in. Because that box is boring.

That's why PU is so addictive. That feeling of power, of freedom, of being an island of your own, is quite rare. The mind state that you are creating is an entity and goal of its own.

Hi guys,

I did not record Day 4, 5, and 6 because I hate writing like 6 pages of stuff everytime I go out. I think I need to organize my writing so that I can better analyze what I am doing in field. Here are the next two days of field reports:


DAY 2 - Friday 12/10/10

Lone sarge; No alcohol

Energy drink: Blue Agave

Overall Application: (Shake every bottle of pheros vigorously) 1x A314 to frontal throat, 1x Ammunition to stomach near belly button, 1x 2X IS applied two hours later under the jaw.

Inner to outer:

Jockey small version shirt

Jockey big version shirt

Calvin Clein Blue shirt

Polo Ralph Lauren Black expansive shirt

Blue Scotland shirt


Peacocking:

Four necklaces (Silver Marijuana Leaf, Ankh, Silver chain, and Rifle Bullet)

Japanese symbol on face near left eye (Colored blue)

Black fingernails

Black Ski Beanie


It was a perfect night out for sarging. The temperature may have been a little low (30 F) but I circumvented this obstacle with about four shirts layered on top of each other and a blue long sleeve shirt.

Before I started the night though, I must say that I wore my peacocking gear, as well as blue eyeliner (which I removed since I did not want to overdo the peacocking), to a pizza shop and when I came back, I noticed a caucasian brunette HB9 behind me as I entered the dorms. As we waited for the elevator, I recall saying to her "Where did you get your eyeliner?" in a jokingly gay voice. She just laughed. In the elevator, I pressed my floor number, and said in a serious manner "I'm not gay", but she just stood there still enjoying the interaction, seemingly in a trance. I asked her which floor she is going to, and she said "9". I further remarked that its not that cold out today, to which she replied in agreement. Then, as her floor was reached, she asked me "When does the Union close?" (The union is a place where campus students can get food and do various activities). I said, after a little thought, "10 PM". She replied as she got off, "Oh, I might go and eat there later". How sneaky! I have a slow mind, and thus replied "Nice!". Immediately after responding, I realized that this was an invitation. Damn. Looking back, I think I should have started gaming her by remarking something I noticed about her hand, then fake read her palm, then told her I have something really cool to show her, and then played games, etc. until I had enough familiarity with her to go on an instant date.

I started out of the house at around 10 PM. I remember that I felt I needed to build social momentum. However, the energy drink worked its magic and I did not feel the need to build the PSM as much today. First I drove all the way down to a club I will refer to as club B.

I parked my car temporarily at a nearby place, where I saw the parking meter that accepted coins. I noticed that an HB also parked her Chevy Cavalier adjacent to mine. My car has a lot of damage on the right side, due to an accident, so you can imagine my surprise when she started flirting with me immediately as I get out of my car. She opens me over her shoulder and does not stop walking until I reciprocate verbal communication (I noticed my own behaviour to her nonneedy body language: It definitely raised her value in my mind). She says "You should know, you need a permit to park here." I say, "Whats the parking meter for?" She replies, "The parking meter doesn't work, so everyone needs a permit instead." Her tone of voice is very affectionate, not strict as it may sound. I say, "Well, it doesn't really matter if I park here for like 10 minutes, right?" She says, "Yeah, I guess you'll be fine, I won't tell." She obviously wanted me to continue talking to her, since she stood there for about 5 seconds after her last statement. I said, "Alright" and jetted towards the club so that I could pay the cover charge and get a stamp on my hand.

I got it and walked back to my car, telling the bouncers I have to meet my friends at club A. Club A a little farther back towards campus, so I drove there, and parked for free near there. I started walking down the street and greeted the bouncer I knew there. He was in charge of stamping people's hands. We conversed about how he knows rappers who can get on the music I produce. (I gave him a CD some other night). I started to talk in an Australian-type accent, and got opened by a two set of HB5 / HB6 as they came to the club. Here is what they said while talking to me: "Oh great, finally a real english accent, unlike that faggot back there". I LOLed in my mind at that comment.

I kept the English accent for most of the night that I was sarging. I left for club B. I parked near club A so I could gain positive social momentum before going into club B. On the way, I talked to a single male who was wearing glasses and dressed in the typical tight pants that stoners wear. He seemed like he was high, but I sometimes do to when I am tired, so I gave him a break. I opened using my classic opener, "Hey, you look like the typical clubber (obviously not true, since he looked like a nerd)". We started talking about the UK and I number closed him after spending like 10 minutes talking. We got along well, except that he thinks I am English.

At club B:

I started out walking into the club, and went to the bar to get a water, so that I could get some social proof talking to people in adjacent positions. I got the water, and walked back past a two seated two set. Some guy in a large set of males seated two booths away from the two set yelled something at me as I walked by. I asked, "What?" and tried to make out what this guy was saying. After trying to understand for like 20 seconds, I got bored and spontaneously decided to go open the seated two set, which I forgot to mention consisted of two borderline HB8s. Here is the exact interaction:

(To the slightly more attractive girl in the set) I totally think your hair would look better if your wore it up. (Neg) The HB8 I negged seemed uninterested, as if playing hard to get, but smiled. Then I glanced at both of their eyes and said: " You guys really need to stop staring at my tits, I've got a brain too you know!" (Disqualifier). To this they both laughed. I then went into my opener, "Quick question, though, what do you think is more important, looks or personality?" The hotter one seemed still uninterested but neutral in countenance, and the less attractive one sat there and asked me "What?" These two were, I would guess, around 23-25 years old. I recalled what is mentioned in the Mystery Method: "If she can pretend she didn't hear what you said, she will." I did not counteract with a neg, as I should have probably done and thus stood there facing their table for like 10-15 seconds looking at them to reinitiate. Then I told them I will go make rounds and come back to them.

I got into a deep conversation with a guy who was also at the bar. His friend arrived, and I asked to be introduced to him. I told them the story of why I stopped drinking alcohol. Then kept the conversation going asking each other questions and stuff. I noticed that the two girls I tried to game as a warmup were now seated with two guys, one guy with each girl. I decided not to reinitiate the set, since there was fresher meat walking around, albeit HB9s and HB10s seemed to be scarce.

I entered the tent adjacent to the venue. This is where I ran direct game on an HB10 exactly one week ago. The description that follows happened a week ago: She was working as a beertub girl, and I walked up to her and ran an opener the first time, where she incessantly told me she can't hear me. Her blonde HB9 friend was watching our interaction and was standing a little ways behind her. I made a gesture with my hands and a facial expression that were the vocal equivalent of "Forget this, you aren't even worth my time." The HB10 laughed (I originally stamped her an HB9, but after seeing her smile, she was an HB10). After opening more sets in the venue, I eventually came back to her and said to her "Yo, it's too loud in here, come outside, I wanna pick you up." She did not hear the first time, so she leaned in all the way to me (IOI), and I restated myself. She said, "I'm working" and cracked up big time. I did another takeaway, since I did not want to seem needy and stick around when she could not hear well. (She was genuine, as even I had a hard time hearing--the speaker was near her).

This time, I went up to her and opened with "Hey!" She replied "Hey!" but was strangely excited and enthusiastic. I said, "Do you remember me?" She said, "No". I remarked, "Come outside, I wanna pick you up." She said, "Haha, now I remember!" Then I said, "Hey quit staring at my tits, I've got a brain too, you know." To which she was somewhat serious, until I smiled mischeviously. She reciprocated. (Either she really likes me or she is really good at fake smiling). Then, I got into a conversation with her. I don't remember exactly what I was talking about, but I remember writing down how it went (I had one-itis for this girl, until the following day, when I saw her shaking her ass like a stripper on the bar counter, which was a turn off). Here are the details about my interaction with her:

- Works at club B all the time.

- I called her Stephany and Stephy until she typed it out on phone.

- I told her she would look better as a blonde

- I was surprised she had natural black hair and told this to her

- She remembers first impression of me as ("Come outside, I wanna pick you up")

- I told her her nose wiggles when she laughs, its cute (neg)

- Told her I want to work there, said I am an OSU student on winter break

- Teased constantly saying that she should quit staring at my tits and told her to look at my eyes.

- A little ways into the conversation, I told her I have a girlfriend (disqualified) who painted my nails black

- Asked her how I can get rid of nail polish, and she played along. She said that I need nail polish remover. I pretended like I didn't understand because of the loud music. Teased her by saying where can I get this stuff? She said Walmart. I Loled.

- At the end of my conversation with her, I told her that the next time I see her, she better remember me, and asked her name. I teased her, as if I couldn't hear. Until she had to write it on her phone and show me. I told her my name afterwards.


There was also an incident where a Spanish brunette HB7 was tugging on my shirt while her boyfriend had to drag her away. This happened outside of the venue. I was talking to a two set of guys joking with them about how Four Loko tastes like "devil's piss", and I ended the conversation and tried to move on, but there was a herd of people in front of me, so I yelled "blockade!" and then ran back to the two set of funny fuckers I had talked to. Soon, this male wearing a detective type hat, came up near me. I told him he looks Scottish. I was talking to him in a Scottish accent, when his girlfriend, the HB7, comes up and asks, "Where are you from?" She kept saying "I love his accent". I said, "Scotland, I studied abroad there aye". I said I studied abroad in Scotland (true), but this confused her. She said, "You went from America to Scotland, and you got that accent?" She talked a lot, in fact the only thing I was able to fit in were negs and disqualifiers, following which I continued to talk to her boyfriend. She would respond with more attraction each time I did this. Interesting...

"Jeez I'm trying to talk here, is she always like this?", I said. "Yeeeeeeessssssss! I LOVE his accent!" she said.

She examined my hand forcefully, and I said " my girlfriend put this nail polish on me." She then kissed my hand and continued to show IOIs. A girl kissing a guy's hand? This is why I don't like to sarge in clubs, where people are drunk.

She then starts asking me, "What's your story?"

I explain that I studied abroad... she doesn't let anyone finish a story. Keeps interrupting.

She tried to confirm that I'm American, but I teased her by saying, "Do I look American?" She said, "Americans are immigrants, what are you?" I gave her a hoop and told her to guess. She guessed three times before she got it right.

She was talking a lot, so I told her boyfriend, "She talked alot, doesn't she? How do you roll with her?" This further attracted her.

I asked her what was in her hand. She said, "Champagne" and quickly got back to whatever she was saying. (Something to note is that she had her drink over chest--submissive pose?)

There was a point where I cut her thread and put my hand up and yelled "High Five!" I gave the guy a high five and said "I don't give girls high fives." She was tugging on my shirt wanting to stay while her boyfriend dragged her away, lol. Note to self: Push-pull can be effective, focus on pulling as well.

One more important interaction that took place was during the walk back to my car. On the way, I talked to a guy who seemed like he got in a fight and had his nose bleeding. He said he got mugged and lost his wallet. An HB7 walked by us and I opened her while facing the guy with "Hey I think that your hair would look better up though." She stopped, turned around, and was hooked. She said, "It is up!". I told her she should put it in a ponytail or something. She started to unhook, so I immediately said "Stop staring at my tits!" She said, "I am." I said, "Oh my god. Naughty". I was headed in the same direction, so I had to disqualify as I walked in her direction. "Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not stalking you" (Yeah, I know, but it worked!). Got in front of her and kept walking when she opened me to ask where "Press Grill" is. I said I have no idea. I told her that I live in the direction I am walking. She tried teasing me saying she doesn't believe me. I replied by teasing her for being drunk, telling her she is "so fucked up". All of a sudden, I told her to stop eyefucking me. She said, "I'm not trying to! I'm just..." She dropped her purse while walking, so I decided I should probably guide her to her friends. Vocal tonality indicated attraction and body language was nonneedy but still pointed to attraction. I disqualified further with my nails, mentioneing my GF. She said she doesn't care about my GF. I said, "you look like her." She said "Aw thats sweet." She either had ADHD or was intoxicated beyond hell, I think it was the latter. Had I been a little more daring, I think I could have k-closed using a routine or diversion. I told her to introduce me to her friends, and she asked my name. I then got hers. When she entered the venue, I got the idea of social proofing myself in the whole venue and rolled in. I knew the bartender in this small bar. Talked a while, and then talked to an adjacent mixed set. I then hit the bathroom to take a piss. When I came out, I jusr felt off somewhat so I did not open any more sets and walked out. Only fail of the night in terms of the expectations I set for myself (Going out and approaching at least a few HB9 / HB10) .

I talked to a bunch of kids in white castle after that. Joking around while I waited for my chicken sandwich.

I cannot remember any more conversations happening that night.

I got in the car and drove back to my dorm a wiser and more experienced man.










DAY 3 - Saturday 12/11/10

Lone sarge; No alcohol

Energy drink: Blue Agave

Overall Application: (Shake every bottle of pheros vigorously) 2x A314 to frontal throat, 2x Ammunition to back of neck, 1x 2X IS applied two hours later under the jaw.

Inner to outer:

Jockey small version shirt

Jockey big version shirt

Calvin Clein Blue shirt

Polo Ralph Lauren Black expansive shirt

Red Scotland shirt


Peacocking:

All four necklaces that I own

Japanese symbol on face near left eye

Black fingernails

Blue kiss mark faded on right side of neck

Black Ski Beanie


Started night driving close to club A. Parked nearby. Opened a quick mixed set. The girl was giving IOIs trying to gain my attention by teasing my Scottish accent. I decided it would be fun to have a Scottish accent for my whole sarge today. I sat there at conversed with the guy for few minutes about which clubs are the best for meeting girls, just to warm up and gain PSM. I then opened a guy sitting right outside of a coffee shop asking the same question, and he saw that my hands were cold, so he said I can have his gloves, which he said he doesn't need anymore. He said he performs poetry readings on Thursdays, to which I replied maybe I will drop by sometime. It was within one minute of meeting him that I got the gloves though, lol. I then entered club A later on, where I was unable to get in since the bouncer was being a jerk, even though I have been there countless times and the other bouncers know me. On all these occasions, I used the opener, "You look like the clubbing type, where are the best clubs around here?"

I then went back to my car, since I did not feel like walking all the way to club B. I got in, and stopped by a grocery store to get gum. The police officer there seemed extremely focused on me, trying to help me every chance that he could get. I left, thinking why the fuck is everyone acting so weird around me?

I went to club B finally, after parking my car at a place nearby. As I walked in, I felt cool and confident just as I did the other night when I was there. I opened a ton of sets this night so I cannot remember every interaction I had. Just the longer ones perhaps. I used my method of walking to the bar and getting a water. But first I went to the most empty part of the three part venue, and talked to the bartender about how the night was going; I can't remember what he said. I talked to the camera man and a few dozen people at this place before I moved on to another part of the venue. I used the following opener alot while I was in the venue: "Have you guys seen my friend? He's a little midget running around the place with his 3 foot tall girlfriend." Most of them laughed, but interest was lost quickly. I used the same openers that I used yesterday, and added a new one to my arsenal for tonight. I usually would start out with "You know, you would totally look better with your hair up." I now realize that I also would sometimes say, "You know, you're hair would look amazing if you wore it up. You look like too much of a nice girl with your hair down." Many opened up well to that one. There was a two set I opened that had a girl with her hair straight down, and another with her hair up. I ran the latter opener on them, and they opened up nicely. I transitioned by talking about my girlfriend to try to disqualify, told them that she painted my nails black while I was sleeping. Then talked about how one of the girls looks exactly like this one girl I knew in Scotland. I had an accent all the way through.

I saw the brunette HB10, TigerGirl, again tonight. This time, she was dancing like a stripper on the bar counters and feeding AFCs with some kind of liquid, probably alcohol. I ignored and ran game on everyone in the club, to gain social proof. Keep in mind that it was packed, so this night was extremely difficult, just like Thursday and had tons of competition. I feel like I did not get very far since I did not have pivots and preselection. And a fake blue lipstick kiss mark is really hard to notice in the dark club environment unless it's on your face. Later in the night, I did talk to her, but only to qualify her. I told her in a teasing voice, while she was up on the bar counter, "Your name's Stephany right? (that is not her name but I was teasing her since it sounds a lot like her real name). She seemed like she was a little tipsy. So, then I said, "You said you don't drink alcohol!", and she tried to explain that she is not drinking, but just dancing. Maybe it was true, but then I made a gesture as though to say that I now have less interest in her because she is consuming alcohol. This is a hired gun, so I understand that she is probably toying around hgyujb . But, she never seems to be trying to "manipulate" me, if you get my meaning. Anyways, I did run into two people I knew at this club. One was an indian kid I know from 9th grade, and the other was a black kid I knew from Japanese class in my first quarter at my college.

I went upstairs to see what was up there. There was a room with a bunch of people who looked like they were "rich," when I got up there, I went up to the group that was near the guy with the camera; these people were somewhat classy in appearance; maybe this upstairs room was for VIP? Regardless, I ran my own opener on them, (pregnant opener where you approach the target and say something about her knocking you up, etc -- I will not mention the rest, since this one is foolproof and disqualifies right off the bat, I will let everyone on these forums know the exact opener after I have field tested it more). The set did not open well with this opener (they seemed to be the boring type who don't have too much fun). I can also recall experiencing an event that proved Mystery's concept of "Be the observed, not the observer." This was an excellent learning experience. I started talking to a guy who was dressed up in a Santa Claus costume. After a while talking to him, I told another guy I had just met to take our picture together. The picture was taken on iPhone so there was no flash; I made some huge gestures with my hands, since I was really hyper by this part of the night, with the energy drink and all. What I observed, here, was interesting, to say the least. After the pictures were taken, almost everyone in the VIP was looking at me and smiling, especially the hottest girls. As I moved towards the stairs, I noticed that girls were fixated on me. They were all obviously wanting me to open them, and I got a rockstar vibe as I moved through the crowd.

Also should mention, that as the night progresses in the club, I am pretty much "always in set," since I talk to every single person that my eyes run across. Thus, my social proof is solid, but in terms of preselection I have trouble. I need to probably go to bars with less competition and game sets there so I can get some pivots. I have to admit though, that I am afraid to go to small bars because of the tribal fear that if I fuck up with one group of people, everyone will witness and I will have low social value. I need someone with experience to help me get over this.

I used the pregnancy opener on a couple of blonde bombshells HB9s. One of them laughed hysterically, and the other had a pissed look on her face and said "thats not funny". I need to be able to handle a shit test from girls who get pissed, because I got shit tested like crazy this night, as opposed to yesterday night. I kept the alpha body language all the way throughout the night, and most of the time opened over my shoulder in a spontaneous way, so I wonder what kind of incongruency led to the shit tests.

Anyways, there were a lot more sets than the ones I have so far mentioned, but I feel that the above were the most important to the learning experience.

Oh and one more question: How do I deal with the alpha male of the group who looks emotionally unresponsive when I talk to him in order to get the girls in his group? The club was packed with older guys who were dressed in a classy manner, and these guys had some grade A HBs with them. I need to know how to get them to open up.

Overall, this was a night where I mostly opened and got into relatively less real conversations. DHV stories are harder to tell to HBs than to guys.