So my night tonight was a series of some brutal crash and burns and a couple that I veered into the ground on purpose.

It was an experiment in inner game really. A cleansing.

I broke rules that I know not to break. I broke rules I DIDN'T know not to break. Im new to actual pick up, but have been working on my inner game. Tonight was breaking into the wild with reckless abandon.

Every chick I see, no chance Im letting myself talk me out of the approach. Worst night I have had with women in a LOOONG time, BEST night I have had in general in a LOOOONG time.

I told one chick to buy me a drink, her response was literally: "Who the fuck do you think you are faggot" HAHAHAHAHA!! My response...Im Rick, who are you.... turned and kept having a fuckin blast. (thinkin maybe it was the pink shirt that brought the faggot comment out...)

Opened a bunch more and got BLASTED.... but I also learned from every single one. While at the same time polishing my inner game... Its just a chick, it's just some chick, at worst, it is just a rejection, it changed nothing about my night. Every open was easier and and easier. Time to dive head first into outer game. Cause my inner game is on point.

Basically, my point here is, I recommend going out and crashing into the fucking ground and laugh at every second of it. Its fun and it does crazy shit for your confidence.