Monday, March 3, 2014
Chilled with my ex after class today. We spent the day together at my apartment. I wasn't in the mood to try to do anything sexual with her, plus I wanted to try out something new: by not attempting to do anything sexual with her, I wonder if it will drive her to want to fuck me. The past few times we've chilled, she hasn't been down to fuck. So we'll see how this goes.

On a separate note, I've found that I get really bored if I'm not out running game or chilling with a girl. Almost every day anymore, I either run game or chill with some girl. I've seriously gotten addicted to this shit.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I met up with the chick with the fat ass from last Friday at the usual coffee shop, which is about 20 minutes or so away from my apartment. She showed up 15 minutes late, which, to me, was about one minute late since I always show up late myself. She didn't want coffee. I was pleased because I don't drink coffee, and I only use coffee shops as places to meet if I can't get certain girls to meet up at the bar near my place (i.e., girls who live far from me). So we bounced to one of my regular spots to grab a beer. She paid for the first round since she showed up late. I never even paid attention to the fact that she was late, but I wasn't about to pass up getting a free drink from a girl. We stayed longer than I wanted to at the bar, but I wasn't gonna rush anything as I didn't want to fuck up and jeopardize the lay. After she finished her third drink, I asked her if she liked movies. She said yes and asked if we were headed to a theater nearby. I said nope and asked her if she liked Superbad. It's my go-to movie for recruiting chicks back to the cribbo. We got back to the crib, and the first thing I did was go into the bathroom and change into sport shorts. I didn't want to take another chance of getting CBed by not being able to take off my pants. Within 15 minutes of being at my place, I made my move and started making out with her. It took a good hour, I'd say, before she was down to move forward. After a while I took off my clothes to escalate things. I've found that this works great if all else fails: just get naked and make her want to join you. I got off her top, but she still wouldn't get fully naked. I don't know what I said (as I was kinda buzzing), but I must have said something impressive to her because all of a sudden she wanted to drink a beer with me while we were both nude. She got naked, and we drank for about 20 more minutes. It seriously had to be one of the chillest nights I've had in a long time. We were naked, drinking beer, watching Superbad. Then I made a move again, and it was easy after that. Long story short, we ended up fucking three times, and, at the end of it all, she left of her own accord. That was insane to me: that I didn't have to suggest for her to leave. G-A-M-E. Good night overall.

*sniff* *sniff* I smell oneitis! You're gonna surrender yourself to that ass.

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Man, your story has inspired me. Starting tomorrow morning, I'll start to approach during Daygame on a daily basis

Thanks, dude. Yeah, trust me, game will transform your life. Stick with it.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Hit up one of my regulars and got her to come over. It was the one who I fucked last time and left in my apartment while I went to my ex's place to cuddle. My regular showed up and tried to throw a small amount of bullshit on me, telling me that she was mad how I left her that night, yadayadayada. She wouldn't fuck initially, which I didn't like one bit so I just turned my back on her and started watching TV. She got the hint, and, after a while, agreed to fuck. So I fucked her. Then I told her I hope she wouldn't get mad about me not wanting to cuddle. I pretty much explained to her that I didn't like that shit and that we could only hangout/meet up once in a while to fuck. She said that was cool and so she left afterward. End. Of. Night.

Thursday, March 6, 2014
I went to see the girl whose ass I jacked it on pretty early in the day. We chilled and drank and listened to music. It was chill, but I don't like this girl so I was a little distant the whole time. I couldn't drive home later on because I was drinking so I stayed the night. We fucked twice. I guess she's a regular now.

Lessons to learn from this:
If a girl doesn't flake after you have sex with her, she's probably down to be a FWB. I don't know about most players, but I've found that I get bored with girls after I have sex with them. It's like I've already accomplished everything, already seen everything there is to see. But I will still fuck with them for the hell of it because it beats not getting any midweek. Remember to always schedule your day twos/meetups during the week or on the weekends during the day, not weekend nights. Save weekend nights for going out and meeting new girls.

Friday, March 7, 2014
I met up with the ex today after class. I considered flaking on her because she's a little bitch, but I decided I might as well game. (I really probably just met up with her because I'm still somewhat of a little oneitised bitch.) We went for a drive, then chilled at my pad. At some point during the encounter, she pissed me off, and I ended up telling her I cheated on her with 19 girls (which, if you've read my other post (the one in which I was stuck in bitter oneitis mode), you'll know is true). We also talked about my game and how I've been grinding out girls. She said she was disgusted "by the person become", and confessed that she madeout with some dude in Vegas while we we were going out. I doubt this is true as I never got any lying vibes from her while I was with her. But recently it's been more and more apparent that the bitch lies about everything. I think she said she madeout with someone to get back at me for finally admitting and not wavering from my own confession of cheating. Now, I'm a positive guy. But this bitch kills my state every time I hangout with her. I guess that's why PUAs swear by no contact after a breakup: not only to get over the girl, but to clear your own mind. Nothing messes up your state like an emotionally charged situation, and a breakup is one of the most emotionally charged situations there is.

My ex left around 8 o'clock. I met up with my wing afterward to run game at a monthly art festival that is right outside my apartment complex. We ran into our other wing at the first bar we went to, then we all mobbed to another venue. My wing opened a two set who he knew. He was talking to one of the girls so I opened the other. She actually seemed like a pretty quality chick (I still have a little bit of faith that such a thing exists...to an extent). I talked to her for about 15 minutes. I debated going for the K-close or not because she didn't seem like the type who'd move fast, but I figured I might as well go for it as she's probably gonna flake anyway. I n-closed and K-closed, then we bounced to another venue again. We were opened by a two set in line. When we got inside, my wing and I danced with the two girls. I tried to n-/K-close, but my chick wasn't down. She said she got out of a three-year relationship yesterday. After this, we walked around for a while looking for another venue to crash, but the lines were too long everywhere. The girl I K-closed earlier in the night texted me back, and she was out in another part of town at the time. We considered going to meet her, but she didn't reply when I asked her which bar she was at. So nothing happened the rest of the night.

Overall night: one K-close, one n-close.

Lessons to learn from this:
I've been telling myself for the past two months that I'm only gaming my ex because she's just another girl. While this is mostly true, I can't deny that I do hold more investment in her than any of the other girls I've met recently. When I don't meet up with my ex, I'm great. When I do meet up with her, my vibe is killed. While this may be annoying--the feeling that I'm reverting back to AFC mode in a way--I have to remember that it doesn't matter. Nothing does. Always remember that, even if your state is absolutely crushed (which is a very extreme and rare form of out-of-stateness), you still have to game. You'll see that the easiest and fastest way to get over certain situations (breakups, oneitis) is to game. The game will always pick you back up.

As for me, and anyone else reading this who may find himself in a similar situation, it is important to decide whether continuing any type of relationship with an ex is worth it or not. At this point, I feel that I am not receiving any benefit from hanging out with mine. In fact, I feel that all I receive is gloom. And, as I wrote above, I've been telling myself that I'm only gaming her because she's another girl, but at this point I have plenty of girls so why should I allow myself to receive negativity from any one in particular? Game is about having fun and self-improving. If you're gaming a chick who brings you down, you're forgetting that.

Lastly, somewhat of a switch-up but some of you may find this useful, you have to analyze your beliefs on relationships in general. At this point, I would absolutely not get into a real relationship with any girl. If I did get a girlfriend, I would only do it to have a steady supply of va-jay-jay. But you better believe that I would be gaming just as hard as I am now, and my gf would be on the side. I think it's important to always cheat on pretty much every girlfriend you get and it's absolutely imperative that you remain detached. This sounds horrible, but you have to know that a lot of girls will cheat sooner or later and practically ALL girls will become detached at some point in the relationship. The ones who don't cheat or become detached are exceptions. But most girls, by definition, are not exceptions so go ahead and just assume that she's dirty and be dirty right back to her. What she doesn't know, won't hurt her. You know that. On a separate note, I'm 23 years old. If anyone reading this is close to my age, you have to know that relationships while you're still young are bullshit. Why would you want to settle down and waste your youth when you can be out gaming new girls every week? I think about my past relationship, and, even though I was gaming on the side, I feel like I wasted so much time. Thinking about that relationship actually makes me kind of sick to be honest. I cannot imagine myself getting into something like that again. These past two months, since I've been broken up with that dirty trick, have been really fun. My game's been on point, and it's such a good feeling knowing that you can be detached from every girl there is. I am a man whore, but I cannot tell you how great it actually feels.

Saturday, March 8, 2014
I went to a clothing store early in the day to shop. As I was checking out, the salesgirl started talking to me. It turns out she went to a big music festival that was thrown in town last night. I had a wristband for the music festival that the girl who wouldn't K-close me last night had given to me. I didn't actually go to it though. I talked to the salesgirl for about 10 minutes, even after she had checked me out and was checking out other customers. It was completely natural. I didn't go to the store with the intention to game, but it was cool that it happened anyway. I ended up n-closing the girl and telling her we should grab a beer sometime.

I met up with the chick with the fat ass later on (the one I F-closed on Tuesday) at my go-to bar two blocks from my pad. We got drinks. I offered to pay for her at the end of the date because she told me it was International Women's Day, but she suggested paying separately. I was fucking amazed by that! That she would actually suggest paying separately. She got some points for that and for the fact that she left my apartment of her own accord last Tuesday. We went back to my place after the bar. We watched TV for a few minutes. Of course, I F-closed again.

After that, I met up with several wings in our usual part of town to run night game. One of my wings pointed out a two set at the first bar we went to and told me to open. I danced with this pretty hot Asian chick, got her number, and K-closed on ejection. My wing and I went on the patio, and there were two girls standing in line on the other side of the patio fence. My wing opened them and told them we had bottle service at another bar, which was true. We hopped the patio fence, grabbed the two girls, and mobbed out. That had to look pretty pimp to everyone who saw. We picked up two more girls on the street as we were mobbing so that we could get into the bar easier. When we got in, the original two girls separated from us and sat at some other dude's table. I opened a three set who was standing by the bathroom. I ended up K-/n-closing this blonde girl and setting up a coffee date for tomorrow morning. We went to our table after that and decided we needed to recruit some girls. We spotted the two original girls on the dance floor. I reopened them and told them to come up with us, which they did. The girl I was targeting had a pretty boring personality and wasn't down to K-close. I told my wing (member144625.html) to makeout with his chick, then I told her to makeout with him. They both refused to initiate it so I decided I would do it instead. Lol. Sorry, dude. I started holding the girl's hand, then I took her to the dance floor. While I was dancing with her, I saw that my wing was dancing with the girl I was originally targeting. We completely swapped girl's, but it worked out for us both so it was all good. My new target wouldn't makeout at first, but after a while she grabbed my face and starting doing it. We went to sit back down at our table. This dude I used to know came up and started talking to my girl. Apparently he knew her. I wasn't even about to get cockblocked by this beta so I grabbed my girl's hand and told her we were going to get something to drink. (We had free drinks below the table.) As soon as we walked away, I noticed that beta chump and his equally beta friend walked away. Fucking classic. I danced with my girl for the rest of the night. Again, I considered bouncing from her to game other chicks, but I decided I would stay to see how shit would play out. At the end of the night, my wing and I told our girls we were going back to our friend's place to afterparty. We grabbed their hands and walked back to my wing's car to head out. Two interesting notes: at some point in the night, we ran into that beta orbiter again and I swear I heard him tell my girl to dance with him. When he said it, she pulled me back on the dance floor and started grinding with me. A few seconds later, she madeout with me like a fucking animal and was clawing my neck. At another point in the night, one of my wings came up to me and said that the blonde girl I madeout with earlier saw me dancing and making out with this new girl and that she was hating on me. Lol. Game.

Anyway, we got back to our wing's house with the girls and chilled in the living room listening to music. After a while, I knew we had to isolate to initiate the lays. So I told my girl I wanted some fresh air and took her outside in the backyard. She was cold so I suggested we go back inside and cuddle. She agreed but said that "nothing else was going to happen." Classic. We went into the spare room. My wing blew up an air mattress and gave it to us. I started making out with her. It took a good amount of time for her to loosen up and take off her shirt. Once she did that though, it was pretty easy to get off her shorts. I fingered her/ate her out (not proud to admit it). The goddamn air mattress kept messing me up though. We were squirming all around it, trying to get centered enough to keep balance. She asked me if I had a condom, but then as soon as I got it out she said she didn't want to have sex because she wasn't that type of girl, yadayadayada. I kept trying to surpass the LMR but I wasn't able to overall. I ended up getting a handjob, then falling asleep on the floor with her (we abandoned the air mattress).

Overall night: F-closed the chick with the fat ass (She's pretty much a regular now.), pulled three K-closes, several numbers, one finger/eat out-close, one HJ-close.

Sunday, March 9, 2014
The girl woke me up after two goddamn hours and said she had to leave. My wing and I took her and her friend back to their car. It turns out my girl lives in another state and was only visiting so that's the end of that. I went home to take a nap, then woke up around noon to run day game. We crashed our new Sunday Funday part of town with a couple of wings around 2 p.m. It was kinda slow at first. I opened a two set at one bar and n-closed one of the girls, but wasn't able to K-close her. A few hours later, at another bar, my wing told me to open one girl he spotted on the patio. I opened her and talked for a while. She wouldn't K-close at first, but I could tell she was going to. I pushed her up against the patio wall and put my arms around her, then it was easy to pull the K. We madeout for a while, and I n-closed. I would have tried to pull her all the way, but I had a day two lined up with the girl I met yesterday at the clothing store.

I met up with the salesgirl at the bar two blocks away from my pad at 7:30. I was pretty tired as I had only slept about three hours so I was rushing things to go for the lay. We had one drink at the bar, staying there for about 20 minutes total. The girl's actually pretty strange. She's a straight up hipster chick, and she seemed to be pretty open about the things she was talking about. She smokes weed a lot, and I think she was high as fuck. Lol. But whatever, after the first drink, I suggested going back to my place to watch movies. I swear, it doesn't even matter how long you're into a meetup. You can go for the lay pretty much whenever. She agreed so we went back to watch Superbad. Almost immediately, I started making out with her. We lay down on my bed, and I was trying to get off her shirt/rub her va-jay-jay through her dress, but she kept moving my hand each time I'd try. She said she doesn't do stuff like that on the first date and that she usually doesn't even makeout or go back to guys' places on first dates either. She stayed at my place for all of 15 minutes, then bounced. But we made plans to meet up later on in the week.

Lessons to learn from this:
ALWAYS go for the lay on the first date. All you have to do is get them back to your place. Then it either happens or doesn't happen. But you ALWAYS have to try.

Monday, March 10, 2014
It was a pretty low key day. I had plans with the fat ass chick. She came over around 7:30, and we watched a movie. I knew it was in the bag, and I actually enjoy her company so I didn't feel rushed to make a move as I usually do. We finished the movie, then immediately I started making out with her. She wasn't as dtf as she has been, but we were both sober this time so that could be why. (I think she's also setting herself up to fall in love with me, I've got so much game anymore.) But whatever, after a while, the LMR broke down, as it almost always does, and I F-closed. She's fun to hangout with. It's cool that I've got several chicks in rotation now, all of whom I don't mind hanging out with. This is what happens when you game. You become the person you've wanted to become and you do things you've wanted to do. I want to hear from some of you who read this thread what your opinions are on game and what the current status of your game is. So whoever happens to read this, comment and let me know where you stand. I'd love to help out in any ways I can if needed (as I feel I'm at a point now where I can offer game advice) or receive criticism myself.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014
I went to the mall today to buy a necklace. The one I usually wear broke when the chick with the fat ass (see my posts from the past few days) decided to suck on the pendant and it snapped off in her mouth. I went to one popular shoe store (You probably know which one I'm talking about.) that also sells accessories. Wasn't there more than two minutes when I found a necklace that I liked and went to check out. The girl who checked me out asked me how my day was. Since I had a successful encounter with the last salesgirl I met (see the March 8th post), I made the decision to talk to this chick and ask for her number no matter what. I was dressed up at the time (in a button-down and tie because of school), and I made notice of this, telling her that I was decked out because I had just gotten out of class. She asked what I was going to school for, and I told her I was in medical school. She said she went to undergrad for some medically-related bullshit or something like that so we had commonality there. She just moved to our city a few months ago, and she said she didn't have too many friends yet. So I told her it'd be cool to grab a drink sometime. I snatched her number and bounced out.

Later on in the day.

Fucking Tuesday, non-Mardis Gras, so thus probably nothing going on. I had plans to chill with the blonde girl I K-closed Saturday (see the March 8th post). Texted her about an hour before the scheduled meetup. Nothing. I immediately smelled a flake. What're you gonna do? She was texting a lot beforehand, a lot more than I was for sure. So I guess she got cold feet or something, which is the nature of a flake. I called her about 15 minutes after our scheduled meetup time. No answer. I'll text her in a few days without acknowledging the flake to see if she changes her mind. I have a day two lined up tomorrow with the chick I K-closed last Sunday (see the March 9th post). I'll let you know how it goes.

Now, as I am not out gaming tonight or spending the night with a girl, I would like to dedicate this time to comment on a few of the realizations I've had lately. Foremost, and just to get it out of the way, it has come to my attention recently that the authors of a lot of field reports on this site don't seem to be pulling on a regular basis. I have seen multiple threads that have been in existence for over a year, and, while the writers have made some improvement, they still are not even scoring weekly K-closes. They pull, in whatever way you would like to imagine, every once in a while, after investing time in random sets or social circles and thanking the PUA gods they were able to even get that far. This, to me, makes no sense...no fucking sense at all. I'm not sure who the typical subscriber to this site is--whether it's new-to-game dudes or experienced PUAs. But, regardless, it makes to difference. If you're running night game, there is no reason why you shouldn't be trying to pull as much as you can every night you go out. If you're running day, well, I'm not an expert at this yet, but you should still be trying to n-close, at the very least. And once you get those n-closes, you should be trying to schedule meetups as soon as possible. Once you get the girl to meet up, you should be trying to recruit back to your place (or any place you can) as soon as possible. Once you pull back to your place, you should be trying to F-close as soon as possible. This, is the nature of the game.

I have been in the game for a little less than a year now. I have been practicing religiously for the past three months, since my ex broke up with me. When I first started gaming, last year, I briefly encountered the typical AA that most people encounter when first starting out, but I quickly discovered that AA was easily overcome by drinking. This is not solid advice--to rely on alcohol to up your game--but I will tell you, if you are a newbie to PU, get a buzz and see what it does to your frame, to your fear of rejection, to your fear of embarrassment, to whatever it is that's holding you back from doing approaches. After a while, things like AA won't even register in your mind. At this point, I have a hard time comprehending guys with AA. I remember some of my most successful early approaches--they were from girls I initially thought I had no chance with. For one reason or another, I'd look at them and believe there was no way they'd give me even a second of their time. Then, I'd down my beer, muster up the courage, and walk over to them. I'd open with some opinion opener on whether they thought girls kissing other girls was considered cheating. And boom, just like that, they'd be hooked. I worked several two sets back then (without a solid wingman because I didn't have one at the time), making sure to sit on one side and engage the girl farthest from me. I pulled several K-closes too, but never busted any SNLs.

A couple months ago, when my ex bounced out of the scene, I gave up on going out with the people in my class or old friends because I felt they were stifling my game. I tried going out alone a few times, but it was the same thing every time. I'd walk into a crowded venue, go straight to the bar, order a drink, text some people on my phone, finish my drink, and leave. All without doing a single approach.

Then, one night, I went out alone, and this random dude started talking to me. He was a cool guy, and he introduced me to his friends. I chilled with them the rest of the night, and it hit me at that time. It was so easy to go out alone and make friends with almost anyone. After that, I started to love going out by myself. I was able to go out, score K- and n-closes.

But still no SNLs.

Just recently I have been upping my game. K-closes are good for nothing more than a temporary ego boost. N-closes don't even exist. The past four weeks, I have hooked up with five different girls. Each week now I F-close something new. I have scored 58 K-closes since the start of this year, easily more than 100 phone numbers. Whoever is reading this, if you're new to game, know that it's all so easy. And the sooner you accept that as the truth, you'll see that it's all so fun too. If you consider yourself intermediate or advanced, but yet you're still not scoring SNLs or even K-closes regularly, you have to analyze. At this point, I truly feel like I can't really be out gamed...by anyone. At least not a complete blowout in outgaminess. As I've stated so many times in this thread, the only things that really count, the only essentials, are eye contact and not giving a fuck. Open sets and say whatever pops into your head. Forget about everything and just game.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014
I met up with the chick I K-closed Sunday (see the March 9th post) at 8 p.m. at a bar pretty far from my place. She has a pretty open and sarcastic personality. I enjoy girls like this because it makes it easy to keep conversations flowing. None of that nursing shit I have to do with shy or boring girls. We chilled at the bar for about an hour. (She took a really long time sipping her fruity drink.) As soon as we left, I initiated the idea of a pull. I asked her if she liked movies and if she liked Superbad. (It seriously works almost every time, guys.) She said she wanted to watch a movie, but she wasn't sure if she could because she had to trade cars with her roommate in the morning and didn't know if she could stay out late. I could tell she wanted to go back to my place so I just chilled and took my time. She suggested we grab one more drink and then decide. So we headed to another bar, and we got drinks. I went to the restroom, and, when I came back, she was fucking swarmed by dudes. Seriously a fucking four set of nasty-ass, desperate, beta chumps standing in every angle of her back. I came up. One of the dudes shook my hand and asked my name. I told him my name was Jesus. This fucker kept conversation going with me for a minute, as I glimpsed his lame-ass friend trying to talk to my girl. He was trying to fucking game me! To wing his homie! I wasn't even about to have that shit so I grabbed my chick's hand and told her I wanted to go outside. She thanked me for rescuing her. Lol. No one's going to fucking outgame me. We chilled for a while outside. I started escalating kino at this time by looking at her nails and rubbing my leg against hers before putting my arm around her. I hadn't been escalating kino prior to this because I felt no need to rush. I knew for sure this chick was going to put out. In the middle of my kino escalation, I received a text from some random number. The mystery texter said he/she was outside my door, waiting to give me something. I asked who it was, and it turns out it was my neighbor, the one I F-closed a while back. I forgot to mention in a FR that a few days after I fucked her, she told me we couldn't talk anymore as she said she had a boyfriend. The last time I spoke to her, she even told me she'd appreciate if I never called or texted her again because she felt guilty about fucking me while she was on a break from her bf. Lol. Well, as I've said before, I don't hold grudges and I never let principle interrupt a good lay when I see one. So I told chick maybe I'd see her later when I got home and got back to my girl at hand. We went back inside after a while, and she ordered two Red Bull and vodkas and offered to pay for them. I was game for that. We drank our drinks, then she said she was down to go back to my place. Big fucking surprise. We caught a cab outside, which she also offered to pay for. (I guess this chick just really likes to pamper dudes with mad game. Lol.) I started making out with her during the cab ride and fingered her under her dress. I'm pretty sure cab homie was taking peeps from the rearview mirror (and probably wishing he was me). We got back to the cribbo. I immediately went into my bathroom and changed into sport shorts, a go-to tactic for me now. When I came out, shit was on. I started making out with chick, then just took off her dress. No resistance. She was completely down for the lay. I love when it's like that. It's been a while since I've encountered a girl who puts up no LMR. She was doing the splits as I was fucking her, which was new to me and made me feel like the goddamn man. As I was banging her, sure enough, there came a knocking at my door, and my phone was blowing up with texts. I managed to look at my phone (in the middle of fucking fuck-closing!!) and of course it's my neighbor. "u ciulda just said u dnt want ne to come over u dnt have ti front. Sorryyyy". I text her back after I'm done closing and the chick is cleaning up in my bathroom. "Are you still up?" She replies: "Negative like n ekdctrib", then a few seconds later: "*Electron". I text back a while later and tell her I'm going to come say hi. The chick I'm chilling with starts feeling me up again and ends up starting to give me some dome. A few minutes into it, of course, nothing but another round of violent, desperate knocking at my door. Goddamn it. Chick stops for a second and looks up at me. I tell her to keep going and that it's only my drunk neighbor looking for a corkscrew. I look at my phone and sure enough, a fucking text after the one I sent when I told her I was going to her place to say hi: "No I'll come. C u in 5". Ahhhh. I try to get chick to finish with the dome session as quickly as possible as I want to pull that double lay and go close out my neighbor. She finishes, and, as soon as she does, I tell her I have to go talk to my neighbor because he's tripping. (I didn't want to tell her I was going to see another girl. Not that it would have mattered, but I figured in case I was gone for a while I might as well not give her the straight up confirmation.) I walk up to my neighbor's apartment and knock on her door. No answer. Fucking typical. So I bounce back to my pad and cuddle my chick before dreaming of how much of a pimp I've become.

Thursday, March 13, 2014
I woke up after about four hours because I had to take the girl back to her car, which she parked the night before. I had the day off from school so I figured I'd try my hand at day game again. I met up with my wing around 2 p.m., and we sarged our typical night game spot. Much, much different during the day. We crashed the nearby university campus, but, being as it's spring break this week, campus was a ghost town. I opened one weak-ass three set at an intersection. Two 19-year-olds and one 18. It was completely stale so I didn't pursue them when the light turned. After that, we mobbed to a shopping center. My wing went into one chick's clothing store and opened the salesgirl after saying he was shopping for his sister. I hung back because I wanted to watch how things would play out. He talked to her for a while, about 10 minutes, and had an open window to number-close. But he didn't at the time. We waited in the store till he could get another opportunity. Then, to reopen her, he asked for assistance on a pair or earrings. He was about to purchase the earrings since he convinced himself it was best to buy them, then return them at another store location. It does make sense, albeit some AFC sense (lol), but he would get two opportunities to open salesgirls. Fortunately the sale didn't go through as the PUA gods cast down their generosity and the POS system malfunctioned at the last moment. At this point, he knew he just had to pull no matter the outcome. So he asked for her number, and she wrote it on a piece of paper. Game.

I'm writing about my wing's experience because this encounter actually revealed a few things to me. (Be sure to check out his field report thread for more details/his perspective on things. It's interesting reading his style in comparison with mine.) I realized it's best to close salesgirls during your first encounter with them. My wing, for example, could have definitely closed the first time he was talking to her. Not closing when you have the opportunity is risky since you may not get another chance. After my wing stopped talking to the salesgirl the first time, it was hard for him to get her attention again as she had begun helping other customers. It seems pretty easy to pull clerks based on the experiences I've had or seen these past few days. They're always nice, and they provide customer service so it's only polite to talk to them. This makes it very natural to just ask for the number at the end of the conversation. Gaming clerks is definitely way different from gaming random drunk girls at night. I don't even know if I'd call it game to be honest because it feels so natural. But then again that's a style of game itself. It's interesting though walking away from an approach satisfied for feeling like a nice guy and not for K-closing in front of everybody at a packed bar. My wing said it best before, that in the daytime you have to be a human being, at night you can be a monster.

After watching my wing's pull, I wanted to get something to write about. We mobbed into one bookstore and I spotted a decent-looking barista at the inside coffee shop. I waited till I could get her to check me out, then I opened by buying a drink. I had insanely weak game at the time. I wasn't coming up with anything to keep the convo going. Buying a drink at a coffee shop typically is a brief encounter, and any attempt to prolong out of that briefness runs the risk of feeling awkward or unnatural. But I had to go for the number regardless. So I said the first thing I thought of and told her I liked her pageboy haircut (I actually have a soft spot for girls with this hairstyle.). She thanked me. The encounter was flat. I attempted to keep it alive by asking her name. She told me and asked mine. We said some things to each other--I forget what--then I lied and said I had just moved to town and was looking for cool people to hangout with. I said we should get coffee sometime since she obviously must like it (This was as close to being witty as I got during this weak encounter. No game.) and asked for her number. She told me to come back in if I wanted to get coffee with her, to which I replied by saying I wanted to take her somewhere other than her place of work. She said I should come in again [to build more rapport no doubt] and then she'd be down. No number. No nothin'.

I bounced out of the bookstore still with the thirst to at least number-close something. We passed one clothing store, and the clerk looked kind of cute from where I was walking. I couldn't see her face so I didn't know for sure, but my wing said I had to open and I figured what the hell. I walked into the store and went straight to the counter. I told her, in all honesty, that I was walking by the store when I saw her and thought she was cute so I came in to say hi. We introduced ourselves, and I said I wanted to meet up with her for a drink or something sometime. She wrote her number on a piece of paper, and I bounced out.

I guess that's game.

As the sun set, I headed home to gear up for night. I met up with my wing around 9 o'clock. We crashed our usual gaming zone, and the shit was dead. Way dead. I guess everybody's out of town for spring break or something. We didn't approach anything as there were no sets so we figured we might as well check out places we don't usually frequent. We crashed one bar, a little dive bar that has karaoke. The place honestly disgusted me. A bunch of drunk hideous motherfuckers singing classic rock and playing pool. Not my style. I opened a two set in the back of the bar. My energy was low as hell. They weren't feeling me at all. I don't think I even asked for a number. Maybe I did. I can't remember now. There was another set in the front of the bar, a five set. Two of the girls were good. The other three were heinous. My wing opened the set. It turns out they're in town for the weekend. My wing pulled a number off one. They said maybe they'd come out tomorrow night to meet up.

We bounced out of that sad, sad, depressing place and mobbed to a bar that's known to be popping on Thursdays. It had an all right crowd, much better than the other places we had been to. We spotted a three set sitting at a table. A few guys were standing near them and trying to talk to them. We wanted to commit the robbery so we opened. They were a dead set though. I tried to focus my attention on one. But she wasn't having it, and her energy was murdering my vibe. I told her we should go for a beer sometime, and she said maybe. That bitch! Lol. I asked her to be honest and tell me straight up if she didn't want to meet up another time. (I'm tired of flakes.) And she said most likely she wouldn't. I actually thanked her for her honesty. Then I tried to K-close for the fuck of it with the French goodbye, which, of course, blew me the fuck out of water with a goddamn atom bomb. We spotted a two set of Asians sitting at a table. They were pretty gross, but we figured we might as well game. Talked to them for a few minutes, maybe 10, and tried to pull them back to our usual game zone. They weren't down for it because they were waiting for a friend supposedly. I n-closed and tried to K-close with the French goodbye. But she wasn't having it. My wing saw some girl he knew. She was with some friends. One girl in the set was wearing glasses so I took them off her face and told her I was going to wear them. Then I walked away and went into the bathroom. I was about to piss when she opens the door and tells me I can't steal her glasses. Lol. I told her I'd only give them back if she K-closed. She wouldn't do it. I gave back her glasses and didn't pull a number.

We left that venue and mobbed back yet again to our usual party area, which was still dead. There was a two set on the street handing out cards for a local strip club. I talked to them for a while. Nothing said worth mentioning. I n-closed one, then tried to K-close both (after the first girl rejected the K-close, I tried the other), but neither were game. We hit one last bar. Nothing happened on my end. We called it a night.

Overall, it was a weak day/night. I pulled three numbers the whole day, no K-closes, and absolutely nothing even close to an SNL. It was an off night. I'm gonna have to pull something this weekend to preserve my self-proclaimed PUA status.

Friday, March 14, 2014
I woke up with the urge to go on a road trip somewhere. I tried to convince my main wing (member144625.html) and a few other people that we should mob to L.A. or Las Vegas for the weekend. I knew a lot of people going to Vegas this weekend for spring break, and I yearned to join in on the fun. But nobody was able to get out for the weekend. I was just about to gear up for the usual weekend night game when, all of a sudden, I got a text from one of my regulars (the one whose ass I jacked it on several weeks ago and have been fucking with ever since) that said, "Let's go to San Diego." I debated going, but then decided what the hell. I might as well try my hand at out of town game. I packed my bags in 20 minutes, and she showed up at my place to pick me up. (I had a day two lined up with some random name in my phone today, which I rescheduled to next week.) During the car ride, I fingered my regular a little bit.

We arrived in San Diego and got food at one of the hottest Mexican restaurants in town, which I paid for since I got a free ride. After dinner, we hit a bar that was next door. We started off pre-gaming, then we mobbed to my regular's friend's apartment. We all got ready, then cabbed to Gaslamp. My regular lined up VIP service at Stingaree, which is supposedly one of the hottest clubs in Downtown San Diego. My regular met up with a few of her other friends, and we grabbed our booth on the rooftop. I chilled with all of them for maybe 15 minutes. I wanted to get away to run game. My regular said she would wing for me, but I preferred to just mob solo. (She gets really drunk and acts a fool, and I wanted no part in any of that.) So after 15 minutes, I said I had to go to the bathroom, and I just went downstairs to look for sets. As I was walking across the dance floor, some random girl was bobbing her beer up and down in my direction. I opened, and it turns out we actually knew each other from back home. She was in town for a bachelorette party. I talked to her for a while. She's not to greatest so I wasn't feeling an urge to game her. She said she had to get back to her friends, and I bounced out. Something about seeing her kinda fucked with me. I felt embarrassed or something to open sets when she was so close. Like I didn't want her to see me get rejected. It was lame now that I look back on it, and I usually don't have this problem. But whatever. So I ended up bouncing out of Stingaree.

I hit up one local bar, but there weren't any sets. As I was walking out, I spotted one girl walking alone. I opened her by asking why she was alone, and explained how I was just visiting for the weekend. She was a French girl so I immediately decided I'd go for the French goodbye on ejection. I got her number and told her we'd grab a drink at the end of the night, then I told her to give me three kisses. I scored the K-close from her.

I spotted another two set on the street. I don't remember how I opened, but I explained to them as well that I was from out of town. We talked for a while, then we decided to mob to a bar together. These girls were pretty weak. One was cute but also short and extremely nerdy, and not in the cute type of way, but in the innocent, boring, annoying type of way. I don't know why I even fucked with them to be honest, but I guess I just took comfort in having someone to mob around with (a complete COMPLETE rookie mistake that I have no excuse for committing at this stage). We hit up a nearby bar. It was popping. These random dudes offered to buy me a shot, and I told them I was with two girls so they bought all of us a shot. We downed it. I tried grinding with the cute girl in the set, but she said she didn't do that kind of stuff. So I bounced out of set and opened a mixed set on the other side of the bar. I talked to one girl and asked her if she thought I was cute. She said yes. I asked if she had a boyfriend. She said no. I asked what was stopping her from making out with me right at that moment. She wouldn't do it though. We danced for a few minutes, maybe five in total. Then I told her I had to find my friends (I was lying just to bounce out.) I n-closed, and then ejected with the French goodbye. We madeout for a few seconds, then I peaced out.

I spotted the original two set, and, like a dummie, decided to join up with them again. It was getting close to closing time at this point so we turned to the streets. We walked around. They got drunk food. I saw some cool magic tricks from this random dude at the restaurant. He actually knew who Mystery was. Then we decided to go smoke hookah. We asked some random dude on the street where the hookah bar was at, and this fucker decided to roll with us! He was a fucking grimy-looking dude too. But we couldn't get rid of him. As it was pretty late at this point, I figured I had trapped myself in set and still went along like an idiot. We hit the hookah lounge. The girls paid cover for all four of us. The grimy dude paid for the hookah. So I guess at least I was getting some freebies for wasting my time. We smoked, then the lounge closed. We hit the streets again, and met these three Navy dudes outside the lounge. We were picking up random guys left and right. I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking.

We all went out to grab late-night/early morning food at this diner that's 24 hours. We stayed there for about an hour. It almost could have been considered fun, but then I realized that it's impossible for me to have fun anymore unless it's related to game. And this was no game. (I continued to invest in the set because I was hoping for a goddamn miracle, and praying that the girl I was "gaming" would put out at the end of the night (though I did suspect she was still a virgin).) At the end of the night, one of the Navy dudes paid the entire tab. We all walked outside together. I said goodbye to everybody except the two girls. I asked them if they wanted to grab a nightcap at their place. They declined the offer. I n-closed the cute one, and tried to K-close but of course that shit failed miserably. I told her to keep her phone on in case I had a problem checking into my hostel. (The hostel was one block over.) I walked there and tried to check in, but it turns out the last acceptable checkin time was 4 a.m. It was around 6:30 a.m. at that time. I called the girl. She picked up, and I told her I had an issue. As soon as I told her I couldn't check into my hostel, I heard my phone beep. That fucking bitch hung up on me! I texted her, saying that I couldn't check into my hostel and asking her to call me back. She never called back. I don't give a shit about actually being unable to check into my hostel as I'm used to things like that happening when I'm traveling and since I was mostly using the text message I had sent as a way to get invited back to the girl's place, but it's pretty fucked up knowing that there are girls like her out there who would blatantly hangup and then ignore somebody who, as far as they know, don't have a place to stay for the night. I thought this girl was too nice to pull a stunt like that.

Anyway, I caught a cab and mobbed back to my regular's friend's place to crash. I got there around 7 and tried to sleep. But of course my drunken-ass regular wanted to get into my pallet and then proceed to not leave me alone. She wouldn't stop talking and trying to makeout with me. I wasn't even about to makeout with her because how the hell did I know she didn't swap saliva (or worse) with some random dude at the club. I ended up telling her she didn't want to makeout with me, and she got the hint. So I was forced to cuddle her drunk ass, and we fell asleep.