Started of the day very negatively. The entire train ride up to Birmingham I couldn't do anything but worry, feel anxious about things, feel dread about my life and how boring everything was.
As soon as I got to brum I decided to buy a beer from a news agents to kill the anxiety I was feeling. Bought the beer and downed it before meeting with a girl I had already met a while back (to pass time). I didn't like her but I tolerated her company for a few hours before meeting with the Jackal.
So I met up with the Jackal (Who was 45 minutes late due to a misunderstanding so I bought a beer whilst waiting

). He was in high spirits as usual.
He went up to a group of males walking up the street asking their names and shaking their hands. He explained to me why he did it and that he was going to try get 100 hand shakes by the end of the night.
So I mentioned me also doing it and he said he wouldn't mind me doing it as well.
So we walked up towards the centre of shaking peoples hands and asking their names. Its actually amazing how many people stop and throw out their hand to shake yours. I needn't have given any excuse for doing it about half of the time. Some people WANT to make friends and secretly want random people to go up to them and make friends, OR, meeting people and shaking hands is so ingrained in out unconscious that most of us just feel compelled to comply?
Anyway, this was a definite state booster – well... I was certainly in a better state than I was when I fist got there. I was so focused on getting more and more “hand shakes” that I kind of forgot about the getting numbers and bitches thing. I stopped one group – mixed set, about 4 girls, possibly 6's and one guy, the girls kept talking to me as I was gesturing to leave and had to stay for a minute or to making small talk with them. There was a another single set I approached simply for a handshake, and Jackal was there and noticed how close she stopped near me when I stopped her and as she walked away he told me not to forget why I was here and to go ask for her number. I didn't.
I got to about 50 or so handshakes by this time and Jackal was on a bout 60 or 70, although he was actually making conversation with them. Next time I need to do this too.
We went to a pub near-ish the bull ring (still don't know its name) and sat next to some lesbian looking girl and and blonde shy guy. Conversation seemed forced and I wasn't interested in being being there. We went inside and Jackal opened a two set and I followed and sat on the chair opposite a 6 and shook her and we exchanged names. Turns out they were together and lesbian. Jackal continues friendly conversation for a while and then we left to go outside.
We met up with Subzero (hopefully I get your name right this time! If not, I'll call you your real name from now on) . He was in happy spirits but not too over the top, content with himself and confident. He was also in some peackocky attire. Which is interesting to see in field.
Me and Subzero went to a pub and he opened a two set of 5-6's and they were very responsive. I however never said very much. I think I need to practice conversation more with people even if I feel there is no point. Actually, I need to try to get in state, feel happy, feel impulsive when I'm sober.
Shortly after this we met up with Don Juan. He didn't LOOK like a PUA. His approach wasn't confident and seemed uncomfortable his his own skin. Which is how I am a lot of the time. I read Some of your stuff and I understand where you're coming from about growing your beard as I'm on a mission to grow my hair even though I KNOW more girls like shorter hair than long and when it's long they don't like it messy, which mine is. So I'm basically seeing what happens with my hair the longer it gets!
To quote what you said before:
“I didn't hate myself. But I didn't have the confidence to approach anyone as I assumed that people are going to be repelled by my looks and this is not going to lead anywhere. From my best guess, I think people may think I am some religious fundmentalist.” - if that's what you think, then change it, it's that's simple.
I think these kinds of changes are easier to make than personality changes.
I look forward to sarging with you in the future.
We started walking towards the centre and I saw Subzero opening a 7 and she seemed in a hurry and she just walked off, and I just decided to take the opportunity to attempt to stop her. I held out both my arms and was like “WOAH WOAH! Stop for second! Where are you off to? Are you in a hurry?” and she was like “im going to work and yes im in a hurry”. So I said “well if youre in a hurry just gimme your number and I'll call you” and she was like “okay” and I took her number. That was the first number of only two I would get that night.
I think I have a long way to go till I get to the place I was 6 months ago. I feel almost like ive started all over again.
We did some sarge in slug and lettuce, a place I've never liked. I didn't open anyone except when I was asked to open a set for Don Juan. We left the place, Jackal left, and me and Subzero went to spoons for a drink and had a convo for ten mins before he left.
So I was alone in brum from this moment on. I got quite drunk through out the night and met a lot of cool people. It was like I wasn't alone in the first place. As soon as I got to snobs I met two guys and just hung with their group from that point forward. They were super friendly and one guy kept buying me drinks and at the end of the night they all offered to back to a house and smoke weed, which was nice of them but I declined.
I like how alcohol makes things so much easier when it comes to approaching but a problem I have when drunk is that I never care to pull the trigger, never care about an end result, all I care about is how I feel in the moment, so asking for number or kiss closing isn't really on my mind. I came close to kiss closing/number closing or any closing to one girl but I didn't seem to care whether I did or not. I remember a time I kept feeling up her ass and putting my hands inside her pants(she didn't object) while talking to her friend. Then later on that night at a different club we met again and the same thing happened but I kept making conversation with her friend which might have prevented things from going any where. Point is though, is that I didn't care whether anything did happen because I was drunk.
The only reason why I got this second number was because when the club was closing I realised I didn't even attempt to number close or any close, and happened to be next to a girl and handed her my phone and without hesitation she put her number in my phone.
This reminds me of a seminar I watched online by adam lyons where he described a time he attempted to sarge while drunk and he said he couldnt remember most things and had no success but his friend had told him his “game” was the best he'd ever seen. As he had no success he didn't try drunk sarging again.
I think that the effects of alcohol can be good sometimes. I JUST NEED TO HARNESS THE POWER OF WILL. Mwahahaha.
If any of you guys are interested in day game from about 2pm onwards on saturday, send me a text.
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