I agree those were pretty messed up things to do. And I am not exactly proud to admit I did them. As other game authors have stated, a player does not have to be a jerk to be successful with women. I still talk to all of those girls and have rekindled with them since those events. We actually laugh about it most of the time we speak. They understand that I don't seek anything serious at the moment, and they completely obtain the same intentions. Please do not be misled in thinking that the time I spend with my girls is saturated with negative emotions. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am extremely kind, happy, and playful with the women in my life, and they always enjoy their time when in my company. This is what makes one a good player, if you can make women enjoy your company and seek to meet up with you again.

Lastly, I want to comment that this entire journal is a learning experience--for my readers, I hope, and especially for me. Of course, my game or actions are not always going to be perfect, but that is what this thread is for--to document my growth and progress on becoming a better man. Pickup is a form of life improvement, and, as a young man, I think it is an imperative skill to possess--how to interact successfully with not only women but other human beings in general. Really good input though, bro. I sincerely respect and thank you for taking the time to offer feedback. I am always open to discussing game and receiving feedback from all opinions. I intend to address the morality of game in future posts. Please let me know if you have any questions or additional comments and keep on the lookout for upcoming posts.

lol you are a cool guy, even if that entire reply sounded like one big sales pitch

p.s. now that you've watched Superbad for the 1000th time maybe you can start putting on 2001 as the go-to film whether for "posting up" (LMAO) or when it's a home alone night!

VP is my friend and we game together but I think you are right

You guys wanna see real game? Check out the REAL thread: my-journey-to-becoming-the-icy-zen-master-vt175877.html. Not VP pussy shit!

Hahahahahahaha. I'm just playing. I love VP, but, SERIOUSLY...check out my thread if you want a lesson in TRUE game. No desperation.

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i'll have to set aside some time for that. took me the better part of a day going through this mini War and Peace here

Monday, May 6, 2014
Gahhhhhh. What is this? Cinco de Mayo? I woke up after literally one hour of sleep to finish an assignment. It was awful, but whatever, I'm used to being sleep deprived at this point. It's not game that's leading me to live this unhealthily; it's the party scene. Game is healthy. Partying is not.

I came back home and tried to take a nap, but I kept waking up for some reason. Maybe it's because I only K-closed two new girls this weekend and it was stressing me out. Fucking off weeks; but it's the plateaus that force you to try something new. Change is a positive thing a lot of times.

So after literally having nightmare after nightmare (it was strange) for three hours and stirring every 30 minutes, I got up and said it was time to get ready for the night. It's Cinco de Mayo. It should be pimp, right? I went downstairs and absolutely shredded my pecs. Goddamn. Too bad it's pretty difficult to build the ideal body when you're downing 10 beers every night and sleeping three to four hours. But whatever, I'm still seeing results, and it's only my third week back in the gym.

I came back up, got ready, and headed out around 8:30 to my usual part of town to meet up with Enso. I had been texting the Fifth Grade chick who I number-closed off FB (if you guys haven't been following, this was my first "girlfriend" ever, back in fifth grade). Adorable face! She said she was maybe going out tonight and for me to text her when I went out. I met up with Enso and we grabbed a drink at our go-to restaurant. Well, I grabbed a drink. Enso downed three mixed drinks and was beginning to buzz. It was going to be one of those reverse nights--where I'm nearly sober and Enso is buzzed as fuck.

We crashed one of our go-to bars. It had a long-ass line, but it was packed inside. After waiting in line for maybe 15 minutes, we got to work. As soon as we entered, one girl was staring at me as fuck. I opened and tried to get her to post up, but she was on her way out. It was my first approach of the night so I wasn't sweating her walking. Then again I never am. We saw so many familiar faces--girls we've madeout with in the past few weeks--it was ridiculous. We seriously recognized like one out of every 10 girls. I was practically sober, but I opened several sets in my usual manner of dance floor game. Then we went out to the patio.

I spotted a two set sitting at a table. They were decent-looking, not great, but I'd hit. I opened by just introducing myself. They were hooked to whatever extent it requires in order to maintain a conversation. We all talked for three or four minutes. Enso was actually the one who said he was bored and that we should just K-close and be out. I was a little shocked by that. The tables had completely flipped. Welcome to my world, Enso, a world of drunk night game where conversation serves no place other than boring the fuck out of you. I was whatever so I told my girl we had to find our friend and be out. I grabbed her number and made somewhat plans to hangout later in the week, but she's visiting from out of state till only next Sunday and I doubt it'll turn into anything. I hugged her as Enso hugged his girl. Then I pecked my chick goodbye. In my mind, I thought Yeah, you're not getting off that easy. You best get back in here and makeout, girl! I pulled her back in and said, "More than that!" I madeout with her for a second, then let her go and bounced. Enso scored the K from his girl too. Afterward he told me that he liked my girl better. Hahaha. I told him I liked his girl better! Goddamn it. We should have swapped.

Enso started dancing with some tatted chick on the dance floor. I opened her gross friend and started dancing. Yegh. I'll take one for the team if I have to. I tried to K-close my girl, but she was being a nasty li'l hoodrat and not wanting to makeout with a dude who had no interest in her at all. Enso's girl walked away at some point, but I told him to reopen, get her number, and K-close. He took the general's advice and did all of those things.

We bounced to another bar, which was dead. What the fuck was going on? Last year I swear Cinco de Mayo was insane. This year, it looked like any other Monday night. Dead everywhere. We hit the street for a while. Not many sets anywhere. We attempted to high-five a few chicks who didn't take the time to stop. The only place that had a little bit of a crowd was the first bar we had gone to. Fuck. Maybe we should get off the strip and check out some alternative places. Enso was being a little whitegirl and doubting his driving skills at the time. He decided to risk it. We drove to our intersection that has a lot of drunk college girl fallout. Gahhh, even it was dead. I stopped one chick on the street, but she wanted my number. Sure thing, babe. I typed in my name and saved my number as (123)-456-7889, courtesy of Julien.

We drove back to the main strip for bar fallout. The girl I K-closed stopped texting a few minutes before we got there. Fat Ass chick was in the area. I didn't want to bang her as I had just done it last night, and I'm getting tired of banging regulars. But I could rock it. Gah, but she got tired and gave up on waiting for me after 20 minutes or so and left. The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With was also in the area. Again I didn't want to tap her out either, but I would if it came down to it. Long story short I texted her when we got back to the strip and she was gone too. Probably receiving that tip somewhere else. Fifth Grade chick also never showed. As Enso calls it, it was a hat trick of flakes. Enso was playing phone tag with his girl, the friend of the one I K-closed. It turned out she was on her way home and lived on the complete other side of town, like a 45 minute drive away. No game.

We posted up outside the bar that had the crowd. It was mayhem. Everyone was tossed. I was sober as fuck. Gahhh, I see why Enso hates night life now. Being sober in the midst of a swarm of drunk, rowdy fools is awful. Soooooo obnoxious. We watched as one dude opened a pretty banging two set. I pointed out the dude's wingman to Enso. You could barely see him. He was literally about 4'11. Enso said, "Awww, I want to put it in my pocket." I'm not sure how this is relevant to this FR whatsoever, but I just thought it was really funny at the time. We ran into Solo, the rapper we met a few weeks ago. He was--well, solo, by himself as usual. Fucker never replied to my text. We saw him later, driving with some blonde chick in the passenger seat. Guess he renounced his solo-ness after all.

It was the end of the night. Whitegirl Enso drove me home. We sat in the car and talked game till 5 a.m. Lol. We get deep with this shit, guys.

Overall day: K-closed one new girl (which puts me at 109 total so far this year), got beat on K-closes by my grandson Enso, pulled one number (same chick I K-closed). Gahhhh, where is my precious Fat Ass chick?!

Tuesday, May 7, 2014
No game to be had today. I was in the mood to just have a chill day. And I had to study a lot. So I mobbed to my parents' to hangout. Fat Ass chick lives in the same suburb as my parents so I figured I might as well pick her up and see her for a little while. I offered to pick her up around 8, but she said she was still at the gym. Okay, cool. She texted me after she was done showering. We traded a few texts back and forth, trying to decide where we were gonna meet up. I had already offered to scoop her, but she suggested we meet somewhere else. I didn't push the matter of picking her up in case she lives in a trailer park or something--I didn't want her to feel embarrassed.

She suggested seeing a movie. I was down for that. I looked up the times, but, being as it was about 11 p.m., there was nothing left playing at the theater near her place. I texted her, "Nothing's playing this late. :/" Eight minutes later: "I'm not doing this. Good night." Uhhhhhhhhh? Are you texting the right person? I sent her a message saying, "Ummmmm? I'm confused." She sent one back: "I'm really annoyed with you and I'm going to bed. Is that better?" Whoa! Who the fuck does she think she's talking to?! I sent another message asking why she was annoyed. I really actually was confused. She sent one back saying that I was taking my "sweet time" to figure out what to do, and that I did the "same shit" the previous night (which I did). But I was actually trying to coordinate the details of meeting up today. She freaked out out of nowhere. Which is odd because she's usually such a soft-spoken girl. I didn't reply to her last message. I'm not playing into that shit!

Overall day: pissed off my precious Fat Ass chick, my pFAc, for a reason that's beyond me. Awwwwww, it was adorable.

How is your and her relationship in general? Is it a flourishing one? Are you fuck buddies, are you beginning to be something more?

Wednesday, May 8, 2014
So I woke up to a text from my pFAc (precious Fat Ass chick): "I feel bad and I'm sorry. I do think I had a reason to be annoyed, but we can discuss that in person. I appreciate you trying to set something up so that we can hangout and I'm sorry for acting like a brat." Yup, I knew I was gonna get one of those texts in the morning. I didn't reply.

I studied the whole day, then texted one of the freaks in my phone to meet up. I couldn't remember who she was, but she sent a picture and looked pretty cute in it. I was game. So we made plans to meet up in my go-to part of town around 8:30. She showed up 20 minutes late. No worries. She was even cuter in person. Long, straight black hair, a zebra tank top, and glasses. I like her kind of look. The only problem was, she was boring as FUCK! My god.

I carried the conversation the entire time. Uneducated girl, which I'm not really used to at this point. I could tell we were communicating on different wavelengths. At first I kinda judged her, but then, at some point, I started feeling sorry for doing so. I got in my head, thinking, Who the fuck am I to judge this girl? She's nice. What's my fucking problem? She was a super sweet girl. Too sweet, I daresay. I knew it was gonna be a hard pull.

But then again, she had a fucking tongue piercing. So maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all. Only one way to find out.

Maybe 30 minutes into the meet up, I said, "Let's go outside." Enso had been texting me and was out. I wanted to go meet up with him and game. I took chica outside, and we started walking toward my car. Boom. "Do you like movies?" "Yeah," with a little laugh. (WHO DOESN'T LIKE MOVIES?!) "Would you be down to watch one right now?" "Sure." Game. I walked her back to my car. As we walked, she kept asking how far it was. She's a lazy girl, brahs.

We got to my car, and I drove the 15 minutes to my pad downtown. We got there and went inside. "You really live here?!" Poor girls, brahs, poor girls. (I live in a somewhat impressive building.) I put on Superbad for her peasant ass. You know I had to do it for ya. And went into my bathroom, changed into sport shorts. Came back out and chick was sitting on my bed. (There's nothing else to sit on.)

Ten minutes into SB, I grabbed chica's face and turned that shit toward me. Started making out. We did for maybe 15 seconds, then she pulled back and started watching the movie again. Gah, she's one of those girls. I busted the same move two more times, maybe two or three minutes apart each time. Same result. I pulled one of my moves: "Do you like cuddling?" Of course. I said, "Here, let's cuddle." We cuddled, and I kissed her again. Fuck this shit. I got on top of her and started dry humping her. She liked it. I rubbed her va-jay-jay for an instant, then she moved my hand. Gawd'am.

After that bullshit, I figured I needa game and aksed her if she was ready to bounce. Wasn't in the mood to invest or even pull my get-naked maneuv. I got dressed, then gave her a ride back to her car. I madeout with her as fuck and rubbed her va-jay-jay (outside the pants) again for a few seconds. Then I let her go. We made plans to hangout next week.

I sped the fuck out to meet up with Enso. I felt in state. Why? Because I was sober, and I was thinking clearly for once. I wanted to run hardcore sober game. I feel like that's the pinnacle. (And you can actually build some fucking mass in the gym if you aren't tossed all the time.) I showed up to the bar and met up with Enso and Raymond. They had a table and bottle. Gahhhhhh. Don't tempt me, bros. I went outside to smoke with Raymond, and he gave me a few drink tickets (drinks for free). I figured, fuck it, it's only 11:30, I can drink and be good by 2. I downed two beers, then Raymond gave me two more drink tickets. Gahhhhhhh. I ended up getting a little buzz, then I knew it was on Enso to drive. I felt bad because I wanted to drive for once. I feel bad that Enso has to drive every time.

I went back to our table and peeped Enso running game on some chick. She put her leg on top of him. Turns out she was a stripper. Gah, I knew he could bang. Please do it. Please do it. I walked around for a little and went up with Raymond to the DJ's booth. If you guys haven't picked up yet, listen to me: if you were here with us, you'd know how awesome and fun we are. It's hard to express this shit through writing. In person, you'd know it's a whole other story. Life's the most fun when you're with all your boys and you're all faded, and out with the same intentions. To me, it ain't gets no bettah dhan dhat.

After a while, Enso said he wanted to bounce to another bar so that he could promote. We bounced and went to a popular bar two streets over. We waited in line, and the bouncer let me in without even carding me. I'm swol, guys. Enso couldn't get in because he didn't have his ID. He left that shit back at the original bar. He gave me a few tickets to promote the bar, and I went inside to look for people to give them to. I was looking for hot girls. Gahhh, but there was nothing but mixed sets. I was about to run out and promote on the street. On my way to the exit, I ran into Splits. Fucking slut. I talked to her fo' a min', then said I had to go, pulled her in close, and madeout with her.

I walked outside. Somebody called my name. I turned around. It was Enso. He was back with the clan--Raymond and these two short, cool tatted homies--from our bar. We mobbed back inside, but there was no game. Fuck it. Let's go back to our bar and drink before we get there. Enso, Raymond, and I bounced to go back. Enso was gonna meet up with his stripper chick. Raymond and I went into Enso's car and started pounding a bottle of rum. Gahhhh. Yeah Enso, you're driving tonight!

Raymond and I went back into our bar. He wanted another beer so he gave me two drink tickets to get him and myself one more. Fugg it. We went out to the patio and ran into the other two tatted homies. I peeped Enso on the patio spitting to stripper chick. I got her other stripper friend to come to our table. My god, those three vultures I was chilling with swarmed her. Ahhhh, the desperation! You should've seen it. I kept my mouth shut the whole time. Why? Because I was going to stand out. The other three goons were fucked up; I'd be different. Chick had a John Travolta face (http://www.voicesofeastanglia.com/wp-co ... ed-Gem.jpg) but her body was decent. Gah, I guess I could hit. Goddamn Enso, what do you lead me into?

The whole time, Enso was hugging his dirty stripper. I watched him in my peripheral vision. Thinking Please PUA gods, if you are real, give him the strength. Sure enough, they came through and I watched Enso lean in and makeout with his chick. Game. He freaked out afterward, thinking he had herpes and shit. I told him I've madeout with 110 girls this year so far, I probably have it, no big deal, chill out.

It was closing time so we all bounced. Enso, Raymond, and I took Enso's car. The strippers and the two other tatted homies took one of the stripper's cars. We followed them back to one of the tatted homie's places. Enso said he wanted to bounce and meet up with the Kiosk Girl he day twoed yesterday.

I chilled with the rest of the fools. Gah, other than Raymond, I felt like the others were tweeker quality. They were nice, I guess, so it's mean for me to say that, but it's the truth. One of the tatted-up skater homies started rolling a blunt. Ahhhh! I wanted to pull one of the strippers. We all went on the patio to drink more. Raymond and I passed around the bottle, and everybody ended up getting FUCKED UP. Homie passed the blunt. Gahhhhhhhhh!

Yeah, we all got fucking THROWN. I was out of my mind. No game. I needed my sober Enso! Or my Guru. Or my Consistency. I called Enso to see when he was coming back. Guru didn't answer. It was like 3:30 in the morning. I was tripping, but I knew I wanted to bust.

Enso showed back up, saying he didn't pull Kiosk Girl. Fuuuuuuuck. Splits texted and said she was down to hang. Enso, Raymond, and I bounced out to go scoop her slutty ass.

Dude, I don't even know what the fuck happened next. I was gone. I kept asking Enso where the fuck we were going, and he kept saying that we were going to pick up Splits. "Wait. Whyyyyyyyy? Why are we picking her up?" Lol. But we picked up Splits and all mobbed back to my place downtown. We got to mine and went inside. Raymond and I were fucking throwed. I think Enso was gone too. We chilled up in my pad for a sec, then I gave Enso and Raymond a blanket apiece to crash out on my floor. Splits and I got down to work in my bed. I started making out with her, and, after a loooong period of time (I'll let Enso's FR fill the hate in as to why), I banged her splits-position as Enso and Raymond each were two feet away. Raymond moved a little while I was fucking her. I had the suspicion Enso was awake the whole time. Idk why, but I could sense it.

I put on my sport shorts afterward because I didn't want Enso and Raymond to see my giant schlong in the morning, cuddled the slut Splits, and passed the fuck out around 7 a.m. I told Enso to make sure I was up by 9:30. I had class at 10.

Overall day: K-closed one new chick (not cold approach but day two. Not particularly my style, but g is g.) and dry humped her; fucked Splits as Enso listened. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It was an incredibly fun day though.

Sup Tr@v? We're pretty much just fuck buddies. She asked me one time if we should be exclusive, but I played that shit off. So now, the only time I see her really is when she comes over to my place.

Thursday, May 9, 2014
"Yo, you ready to bounce?"
"Yeah, what the fuck time is it?"
"11:20."
Wait, what! I hopped the fuck up out of my mattress when I heard Enso tell Raymond the time. I looked at my phone. Sure enough, it was almost 11:30. Goddamn it, Enso. I told him to make sure I was up before 10. Apparently, when my alarm went off at 9:30, I got out of bed and turned it off. Then I deflected each alarm on my phone. Enso said he sleepily overlooked the whole scene, then tried calling me. I was two feet away from the dude, and he fucking called me. Hahahahahaha.

Splits's bitchass woke up. I left my car back at the bar the night before. My god I was fucking gone. I told Enso I didn't think I could drive yet so he took Splits home. I said goodbye to Enso, Raymond, and Splits. Raymond said there was a pool party going down at a popular apartment complex. I was game. I started drinking to pregame. But then I called Enso around the time, and he didn't pick up. Gahhhhhh, he fell asleep I know it.

Fuck it. Well, what to do with my Thursday? Might as well reconcile with Fat Ass chick. I texted her and asked if she wanted to come over at 6.

She showed up prompt as hell. We laughed about her getting mad the day before. I told her I thought it was adorable. Then I banged her with a passion to punish her cute ass. I was sleepy as fuck from the night before so I cuddled her fat ASS and passed out, naked as deek.

We woke back up two hours later. Gahhhhhh. How the fuck did I sleep so long? Enso texted, saying he was out and about in our usual part of town. Game. I madeout with Fat Ass and ended up slamming her again. Hahaha. Then I went to get dressed. When I came back out of my bathroom, Fat Ass was sitting on my bed, looking a li'l upset. "I don't mind if you sleep around, but I told you I'd appreciate if you at least cleaned up before I come over." She pointed her head in the direction of the foot of my bed. Gahhhhh, there was a fucking black bra lying on the floor. Hahahahahaha! I don't know who it belongs to. Mine now, I guess. I told my pFAc that my friend bangs a lot of girls in my pad (somewhat true except replace "a lot" with "hardly any at all"). She wasn't buying it. Fuxx it. I'm a player, chick, what can I say?

She got a little quiet afterward. She gave me a ride to my usual part of town. I madeout with her before getting out. I pounded beers at this new bar I discovered. Cheapest goddamn drinks I've ever drunk. Enso was at one of our go-to bars up the road. It was around midnight by the time. I went to meet up with him. He was chilling with Raymond. Then we ran into AC, AC's homie, Smith, the two tatted homies from last night, and one of Raymond's other homies. Goddamn. We had a fucking army out for the night. Nine dudes deep. Raymond started buying mad shots for everyone, and we all ended up getting pretty tossed. AC was dancing with some busted chick the whole time. There weren't many sets at the bar.

I don't know what happened, but I got separated from the crew. I ended up heading back to one of my go-to restaurants. It was dead, but all the workers (who I've come to be quite acquainted with) were chilling on the patio. I drank a beer out there, and one of the bartender dudes who I always talk to called me over to sit with the table. One dude was chilling with this blonde waitress who works at the restaurant. I started talking to the dude. He was pretty faded, but we talked about game. He gave me his number and said he'd be down to go out talking to chicks with me sometime. He wanted to head back to the bar with me right then, but he had to go piss first. He headed to the restroom.

Game.

He obviously didn't know whose presence he was in. Leaving his chick unguarded like that. VP swooped in like the vulture he is and went to work. Talked fo' a min', then said I had to peace to find my goonies. I number-closed bartender homie, then went on the other side of the patio fence. Reopened blonde chick, grabbed dhem digitz, French goodbyed. Boom. 111th K-close of the year. Bartender homie laughed and called out as I did.

I couldn't quite go gaming with the original dude after K-closing his chick so I left out. I met back up with the crew, but there wasn't much game. I was glad I had K-closed that waitress. I like making out with girls I actually somewhat know. It makes me look good. I'm trying to build up that manslut rep, guys!

Enso, Raymond, and I bounced out as it was the end of the night. Enso dropped me off at my pad. I have a fucking presentation and exam in the morning. Gahhhhhhhhh!

Overal day: F-closed Fat Ass chick twice and cuddled her soft ass for a two-hour nap; K-closed one waitress (which puts me at 111 K-closes so far this year).

Friday, May 9, 2014
Woke up and had a loooooong day. Gah, I'm always sleep deprived now.

My parents picked me up around 6:30 and took me to get my car. It was still parked outside the bar from two nights ago. I rushed as fuck because I had been texting Fifth Grade chick and had plans to meet up with her at 8 at my go-to bar two blocks over. I got back home and started getting ready. I realized I didn't have a condom. Gahhh! I was all cashed out. I drove so goddamn fast to the gas station and picked up a box. Then I raced back home and got ready in 15 minutes. It was already 8, and chick texted, saying she was at the bar waiting. She told me to take my time though. I left my apt at 8:15 and power walked there. I only ended up being 20 minutes late. Not bad.

Before meeting up with chick, I wasn't sure what to think. The last time I saw her was at the end of fifth grade. Lol. She was my first "girlfriend". I think we held hands once. We had been friends on FB for the past few years, but, if I remember correctly, I think she always had a bf. And several years ago I wasn't the VP you know today so I was clueless as to how to pick her up. I messaged her last week and said we should catch up over drinks sometime soon. She looks very professional on FB, which I like. And she definitely has the look I prefer. Fucking cutie. So I wasn't sure beforehand if I should show up on my best behavior, with nice boy-investment type of game, or show up as the real VP and game as fuck like the gawd'am mack I beez. At the end of it all, the real VP always comes out. Egomaniac.

So I showed up, and, there she was, chilling at the bar in white shorts and a black tank. Freshly dyed blonde hair. Even sexier in person. I walked up to her and pinched her on the hip. She turned around, and I hugged her tightly. She had a drink in front of her. Ahhhhh, a drinker. Don't make it any easier for me.

I sat down next to her, close enough so that our knees kept bumping and put my foot on the footrest of her chair. I was facing her, but with a cool laid-back slant. She wanted the D from the start. And I was gonna give it to her. I knew it. She knew it. The goddamn bartenders who see me with a different girl each week knew it. Fuck, even the jazz man blowing his lungs out knew it.

I didn't stumble on eye contact for an instant. Chick could definitely pick up on my value (VP value, that is). We started off the convo with all the basic catchup shit that two sexually-tensed strangers who used to know each other chat about. Are you still in contact with anyone from back-in-the-day? What have you been up to the rest of your life? The boring shit, but I make it fun because I'm a witty bastard and I smile and tease a lot. We had a natural connection from the moment I walked into that place. I ordered a beer as we continued to talk. After maybe 10 minutes of us sitting together, she initiated the kino. She kept slapping me on the shoulder whenever I would tease her, then we compared nails and I caressed her fingers. We both knew what we were doing. Might as well just come out and say it, but that's weird in society. Nobody has the notion (at least outwardly) that nothing matters. Though a lot of us can sense it. She kept looking at my lips as we spoke.

Guys, I can't tell you how important it is to have fun on day twos. Enso and I have spoken about this, and he's told me before that he resorts to the same smalltalk boring bullshit on all of his day twos. You have to relax and have fun. As cliche as it sounds, be yourself. Smile, joke around, show the girl that you're a cool, playful dude. Not only will this help you with your game, it'll also make the meet up a lot more enjoyable. And, as I always say, game is about fun. Don't forget that.

Now the convo was starting to pick up. We talked about traveling. (She travels a lot for work.) And partying. My favorite subject other than game. She picked up on and jokingly acknowledged my sluttiness. I didn't do much to deny her assumption. Making it known to a girl that you're a whore is a DHV. Girls love that shit, even if they say they don't. She kept mentioning her ex who she broke up with two months ago. She's one of those girls, the type who can't go one month of her life without having another person to NOT fill some hole in them but rather to cover it with a tarp. Desperate, low self-esteem, trashy girls. You think nobody can pick up on that? You think people don't know what you are? Fucking distorted mass of anti-VP: not gaming multiple chicks at once out of a healthy, fun frame, but dating one person for months to years out of loneliness and boredom.

She then went on to mention her new "boyfriend", or fling, or some guy she's seeing, or whatever the fuck she considers him. Some dude in his late-30s who lives in another state, has a kid, is all tatted up, and makes 30 grand a year. A true winner. He must have mad game or something in order to keep her around, but then again the dude's going long-distance with a chick he sees maybe once every two months. Not sure if it's possible for that to qualify as game.

I didn't give a fuck one way or the other. I know why she was there. She mentioned how lonely she is, now that her ex moved out and she lives alone. She also said the last time she went out was New Year's. I can discern me a broken girl when I see one. I kept having fun. I wanted to make the meet up as quick as possible. Enso and Guru were already out at our bar. But, at the same time, I enjoyed her company. I liked something about her even though she seemed kinda trashy.

We talked about threesomes and hooking up with the same sex. I told her I've already kissed a dude and that I was all cashed out on same-sex hookups. She said she has never kissed a girl but that she would be down to try sometime. Could I have married this girl? I could have married her face, her body, her scent, her smoothness. But whatever that thing is called personality that resides just posterior to her forehead--no, no, I don't think I could allow myself to marry that. The fact that she was a broken girl with a veneer of happiness couldn't match up with me. She's the type of girl you'd have to carry your entire life, emotionally distraught and perpetually pill-popping. We talked relationships, and I gave her the rundown on my opinions. I could tell she wasn't really into the dude she's been seeing. She was tempted by my fucking smooth (or sloppy, depending on who you ask) prowess.

After about an hour-and-a-half, I knew what time it was. I ordered separate checks, and we got up to bounce. When I stood up, she eye fucked the shit out of my swol stature and exclaimed, "You're so tall!" I'm 6'2, brahs, or what you call the ideal height. I led her outside and stopped at the corner. "Do you like movies?" You know what was said next. She looked very interested, but said, "Usually going to watch a movie means something else." I told her, "It'll be fun. We're gonna be adventurous." She was game. We walked toward my apartment building two blocks over. We walked very close to each other. Part of me wanted to grab her hand and continue on that way. Another part of me wanted to just push her up against a wall and makeout with her as fuck as passengers in cars drove by, thinking, Wow, that guy has game! But I convinced into thinking what's the rush? She's already hooked to go back with me. Just make my move in privacy there.

We got back to my place. Too bad the front office wasn't open. I love it when the workers see me walking in new girls. We went into my apt, she went to the bathroom, and I put on SB. As soon as she came out, I went into the bathroom to change into sport shorts. BOOM! I heard a loud noise outside the bathroom. I had a fleeting suspicion that chick bounced out. (My front door makes a loud noise when it shuts.) But nah, she wouldn't do that. I grabbed two beers that just happened to be in my bathroom and walked outside about to offer her one. There was no one there.

Gahhhhhhhhh.

I checked my balcony to make sure she wasn't admiring the view. Nope. I checked my closets to make sure she wasn't a crazy bitch. Nope. I noticed my front door was unlocked. I called and texted her. No replies. I checked FB out of curiosity. Yeah. Blocked. Goodbye, potential love. I enjoyed your company the past two hours.

Ah, well, it was game time once again. I got dressed and headed out to my usual part of town. Enso and Guru were in the more upscale area, but Guru was on his way to scoop me. I tried to get Consistency to come with us, but he was settled in with the college sluts. Guru showed up, and we bounced to our bar. I gave him the rundown on what happened. Fuck it.

We got to our bar. It had a little crowd, but there weren't any sets. Enso was already tossed. Raymond was barely living. We all started drinking heavily thanks to Raymond's debit card. I got fucked up. Enso was on L.A.-status again. We bounced out of the bar for a little while, but everywhere was dead. Goddamn, I don't know why Enso consists on fucking with this part of town still. It's ALWAYS dead.

Toward the end of the night, we all went back to our bar. Everyone was gone. Enso was hugging his stripper chick from two nights ago. John Travolta face was there too. Enso then started gaming this nasty-ass short, fat girl. My god. Raymond had one of the ugliest things to ever exist in the grip of his palm. I was a little grossed out to be standing so close. Enso and Raymond kept fucking hugging me. They were on that level. I, in turn, kept hugging Guru and asking if he loves me. He said yes several times. My night was made.

At the end of the night, I spotted Guru a 20 to take me to The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With's place. She was tripping earlier, saying how I just use her as a booty call. Uhhhh, yeahhh, what's the problem? I deflected that shit though on some Julien phone call-manipulation bullshit. When people are invested in you, it's so easy to do what you want with them. Guru dropped me at chica's place after Enso copped me a sammich at a gas station. Tasty-ass sammich. Enso got out of the car when we got to chick's pad and gave me the tightest hug of my life. I rested my head on his shoulder for a few seconds. What can I say? ILMW. I Love My Wings.

I went inside chica's place and then I went inside her. Cuddled for a few min afterward, then went at it again. The whole time I thought about Fifth Grade chick.

Overall day: had a nice little meet up with Fifth Grade chick that ended in eventless disaster; F-closed The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With twice; got a cozy little hug from Enso.

Saturday, May 10, 2014
I woke up, balls all hanging out, around 12:30. Chica overslept by three-and-a-half hours. She showered and I crashed out a few more minutes. We chilled and cuddled in her bed for a while afterward. I think she's beginning to like VP. She's leaving my state in a month for grad school though. I'll be losing a regular soon. She gave me a ride back to my pad. I madeout with her before getting out.

I chilled the rest of the day, waiting for the night to roll around. 9:30 came up, and I bounced out to my regular part of town. Enso and Guru were in the more upscale area of my city. I was gonna meet with Consistency, Smith, and Raymond and his boys. I pregamed at my new spot, then bounced out to meet Consistency, who was at one of our go-to bars. It was dead when I got there. What the fuck? It was like 11:30. We opened a two set by the bar. I could tell it was dead for both of us immediately, but Consistency hung in and I stuck around in attempt to wing him. I ended up trying to number-close my girl, and she looked conflicted. She looked to her friend, and her friend took a second to reply, then said, "You know you can't do that." Idk if that meant there was a boyfriend or what. I just walked away as soon as I heard her say it. Consistency joined. There was seriously nothing else in the bar so we bounced.

Raymond texted and said he had a table at this one bar I never go to. Place is kinda ratchet. Consistency and I bounced there and got in for free because the bouncers know Raymond. Motherfucker's pretty popular in the nightlife industry. We got inside and met up with Raymond and the two tatted skater homies. I felt like a giant. Consistency's pretty tall, but the other three dudes are small. One of the skater homies was eying this chick on the dance floor in a green skirt. He wanted to approach, but I could tell he didn't know PU and thus was overcome by AA. Fuck that shit. I mobbed in to show him how easy it is and started dancing with the girl. After a minute, I went to K-close her as we danced, but she raised her left hand and showed me her ring. Goddamn it. Fuck it. I number-closed anyway and bounced.

That bar was also pretty dead so we all mobbed. We hit up the country bar a few doors down, which had an all right crowd. We mobbed to the patio and again the skater homies were confined by fear. They pointed out a three set and dared me to go take a picture with them, then promote Raymond's bar. Uhhhhhhhh, okay? I gamed them like a fucking idiot, taking a picture, then switched into regular VP mode. I talked for a minute, mostly to one girl. I number-closed her and bounced. I didn't want to waste time. The homies all pounded my fist afterward. Lol. Dudes who aren't into PU make this shit so big it's ridiculous.

We all mobbed out. We lost Consistency. I wanted to go rogue myself. I like the other three dudes, but they weren't doing anything for my game and I felt weird walking with them because there's such a height gap. We hit up one bar and I saw my opportunity. I peaced out the patio exit and went to my go-to restaurant where I K-closed the waitress two nights ago. I drank a beer on the patio and talked with bartender homie for a while. He said he wants to day game with us tomorrow for Sunday Funday. The waitress I K-closed two nights ago was chilling a few tables over with a girl who looked extremely familiar (I think I may have madeout with her in the past no joke.) and this bald dude with an orange beard that was like a foot long. When I got up to bounce, the waitress made eye contact with me and smiled. I kinda wanted to talk to her, but I didn't want to do it as she was chilling with that girl. If I really did makeout with that girl, then most likely she would have tried to cockblock in some manner. I'll text Waitress Chick tomorrow.

It was closing time by then. I tried calling Raymond to meet back up with him, but his phone was dead. I ran into him and one of the skater homies on the street. They wanted to mob back to Skater Homie's pad to smoke out. I was game, but we needed some chicas. Gahhhhh, time to hit up the regulars I guess. Splits just so happened to call me right then. I think the PUA gods were throwing me an easy one. I told her to come, and she said she'd bring two of her girl friends to afterparty. I also called The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, and she said she'd come as well.

We were about to grab a cab. Some random girl came up to us and started talking. She was a'ight, but not exactly my type. I debated K-closing her for the fuck of it. She had a drink in a cup on the fucking street. I pounded some of that with her, looked to Raymond and asked if I should K-close. He gave me the approval so I grabbed her head and said, "Let's makeout, girl!" We madeout as fuck as Raymond and Skater Homie watched. Gah, they think I'm such a pimp. Raymond knows what Enso and I do (game), but Skater Homie's never really seen it. He probably looks up to me as a god. I don't think I even n-closed the girl. Fuxx it.

We caught a cab. Splits called and said she was already at the dude's place, outside waiting on the curb. The Girl I Used to Be In a Club With texted and said she wasn't good to drive. At least that cleared up the awkwardness that would have arisen had both my girls showed up. Raymond and Skater Homie kept talking about how I have game in the cab, and Skater Homie talked about how he needs to get up on that. The cab driver was cracking up and giving props to the description of my game.

We got back to the pad, and Splits was posted up outside on a curb sure enough. She wasn't lying. She was alone. She did lie about that, bringing girl friends. She kept her little sarcastic attitude as usual the whole time. We all mobbed inside and went into the dude's backyard. Raymond made strong-ass screwdrivers for all of us. Gah, we were gonna get fucked up. Skater Homie passed around the pipe several times. Gahhhhhhhhhh, I was getting fucking gone again. Splits kept hitting that shit. She started staring at me and just cracking up. Raymond was fucking gone too. At some point as we sat around in a circle on the dude's patio, I peeped that Splits wasn't wearing panties under her skirt. Dirty, dirty girl.

Splits went inside to grab another beer, and Raymond and Skater Homie told me how banging they thought she is. Really? To me, she's just regular old slutty Splits. Skater Homie said he wanted to hit after me. Hahahaha. When she came back, I peeped Skater Homie start talking to her a lot. Not gonna happen, my dude. Taking one of my girls from me in my presence = impossible.

Enso called and was freaking out because he banged his new regular chick raw or something. I'll let him fill in the details if he posts an FR. We chilled on the patio for a long-ass time. Splits started sitting on my lap. I madeout with her a little in front of the goons. Around 4 or so, Raymond and Skater Homie walked to the gas station nearby to buy smokes. I started making out with Splits again, then we went inside to the dude's living room and lay on the floor. We started getting to business, and Raymond and Skater Homie walked inside as Splits was BJing away. I think they saw that shit for a second. Splits jumped over me to hide my D as they walked past, laughing as fuck. That shit happened a few more times as they passed into the kitchen to grab more beers.

I ended up banging Splits on homie's floor. My goddamn knees were getting all scraped up from the carpet and shit. I was about to pass out with her afterward when Skater Homie walked in again and asked if we could go to his room by 7 a.m. The dude lives with his ex-girlfriend and didn't want her to see some random-ass dude and his girl sprawled across her living room floor when she woke up to get ready for work.

I passed out, cuddling Splits afterward. It was like 6 in the morning.

Overall day: K-closed one new chick (which puts me at 112 total so far this year), pulled two numbers, banged out Splits on Skater Homie's floor.

Hi man, can you just briefly describe the "Valleypua patented hug" again?

Don't bother. It doesn't work lol