The Adventures of Warlock!

I’m surprised I am still conscious from this past weekend. This weekend was a bit of adventure of self discovery. Thursday was a bit uneventful, I hung out a little with Martyr which I had not seen for a while. Opened a few sets and built attraction but went home with wood. I blamed it on Thursday and how I tend to be rusty on Thursday nights.

Friday turned out to be the mother of all days this weekend. Fred canceled which left me a little blue. We get to Plunge and soon discover that the genie is out of the bottle, the place is swarmed with PUA’s. Sure allot of our buddies like Distant Light, Summa, and Adonis are there but there are allot of aggressive chodes walking around and worst of all Ruskie Douche had hit Plunge. Ruskie Douche is a PUA I met a while back, Raven and I got stuck with him for an evening. At first he seemed cool but as the night wore on so did he on our nerves. He is very arrogant and annoying not to mention obnoxious. He has good attraction game but is needy as fuck and also outcome orientated.

Anyway Ruskie Douche is at plunge and I have always kept myself civil around him. I don’t like to be a dick if I don’t have to. I may not like Ruskie Douche but other than being an ass he never gave me reason to hate the guy. Well tonight he would.

Two women walked into plunge a blond and brunet. Both were very hot. Every chode froze to stare at them. Every woman studied them as a potential threat. The blond scanned the room with no expression, she was a shark. You could tell she knew what she was doing. She had her blackberry in her hands and a list of numbers that ended in the square root of pie. The brunet smiled. She knew she was hot, she knew the power she had but she got no satisfaction from it. She was made of social steel and would not fall apart at the sight of a neg. These were She-Wolves running in a pair, cutting through the club like a hot knife through butter (cliché i know), they owned this club.

Distant Light approached and engaged them for a while but ejected. Oh well, I walked around and did some quick sets while the She-Wolves were being flocked. Did a few sets, got blown out a bit, choded around the club then I saw the She-Wolves being talked to by two older business type chodes. The blond was bored. She walked around looking at the view. Without thinking I went over and said.

“Okay we need to fix this.”

“What?”

“Dude you look so fucking bored”

She chuckles and were off. I just basically interrogate the poor girl. Turns out shes from LA and is a student. I’m in rapport hell. I don’t know where this is going and I don’t see any reaction from this girl other than just talking. I want to jump off the balcony. Then suddenly…

“Ey! Iz diz Gurl from L.A?!” I hear from behind me in a Russian accent.

WTF? What the hell is wrong with Ruskie Douche! Why would anyone try to come into a single set? I turn and give me the Penance Stare “YEAH SHE IS!!” I shout at him annoyed and turn my back to him to continue my conversation with the blond who smirks.

I am then introduced to the other she wolf. Her name is Taylor and it turns out shes a sweet heart. I wind up blowing out the two older chodes. Taylor interrogates me, looking back she actually was subtly shit testing me. By asking me who i liked musically and then saying she hated that band to see if I would change my opinion. The blond on the other hand tries to get my attention and even asks me if I’m gay. I give a weird look like “uh no”. Oh I just thought so cause your so stylish she replies with her monotone voice. I fucked up I think. I talk to Taylor and find out her dad wrote the book Timeline that was made into a movie. I was pretty unimpressed since I hate Paul Walker (seriously what is up with this man and the word Bro, he uses it like every 20 seconds!).

Anyway I decide to eject when the blond grabs my arm and says “where are you going?”, I’m thrown by this I honestly was blind in this set. These girls are from L.A they are pro’s in the social world. I put way to much value in them, essentially I blinded myself. I tell her I’m going to find my friends and she pouts then she goes in for the kiss. Thinking shes going for the cheek, I give it to her. She was going for the fucking mouth.

NOOOOOOOooooooooooo!!!! I scream in my head.

I try to kiss her on the mouth. I get the cheek. Its just becomes a cluster fuck goodbye. I wind up getting her number though. As soon as I turn Ruskie Douche jumps in, he was being a vulture while I was in set. He goes straight for Taylor.

As I’m walking I bump into Distant Light. He tells me Ruskie Douche jumped into his set and tooled him. Thats it, I have had it I think to myself, this bastard is going down. As if like magic suddenly The Judge appears with Golden.

The Imperial March is playing as they walk. They are dressed in black. They are lords of the cock, I can feel their intensity of their dark and forbidden powers from 5 feet away. Lights seem to dim as they walk by. Golden immediately turns to me and his eyes are on fire with intent, I feel the chode inside me scream in fear. He tells me to go back in the she-wolf set, my ego screams in protest. But then I get a dark and devilish idea. I grab The Judge and introduce him to Taylor. I see Ruskie Douche give a face of terror. As I walk by, he grabs me and and whispers in my ear “I HATE You! Why did you bring him into my set?”.

I give him a confused look. At this point Golden swoops in and pulls us both away. Golden tells Ruskie to leave him alone that its his set. Ruskie Douche almost starts to cry. “Nooooooooooo Itz MY SET!!!”.

Golden laughs in his face and says “Not anymore dude!”

Ruskie is pissed and jumps back into the set. Taylor gives me a look saying “Oh no not this guy again” and begin to man handle The Judge. The Judge is doing pretty well against this guy but hes like kamikaze hes wrecking the set and himself. Taylor gives me this look of “What the fuck is going on?” and “Man this is lame”. Then Ruskie Douche does a move I have never seen anyone do, he grabs The Judges dick! The Judge pushes back Ruskie Douche and tells him politely not to touch him. A few minutes later The Judge ejects because Ruskie Douche whispers in his ear to please leave “his” set. The Judge felt pity for him and left.

Ruskie didn’t learn his lesson because he later wrecked both Golden’s set and Steve’s set, he spent the rest of the night stalking Taylor and trying to AMOG guys.

The Judge tried to make me AMOG him by telling me to pull Taylor away but I didn’t have the conviction when I tried so I was denied and wound up looking pretty chode. Some other guys then swooped in and were all over Taylor and the blond (one guy even got on the floor to talk to the blond since she was crouched over on her phone…Jesus that was pretty needy).

I then lost a make out with a girl because she was drunk and I went chode. This chick is all over me hugging me, kissing my cheek, dancing for me and I let her go because he friend was sober and I didn’t want to seem like a creep. Fucking moron.

That night the Judge gave me a talk about how you need to be polarizing in sets. How you need to truly not give a shit and just be intense. Her later disappeared like Obi-One after he said this. I suddenly felt a wind of inspiration and just began to approach like crazy, and really direct. One girl was this hottie Asian who I went from telling her she was adorable to just being flat out sexy. I could tell that at points she was uncomfortable with my frankness but I just didn’t care and wound up flipping it and getting her number. I then got a kiss from a hottie who was being dragged around by her friend.

By the end Raven and I walked home, I remember Raven telling me that is was a bad night because once again he was going home with wood. I told him that he was crazy because he made out with a girl that night. I have now come to see allot of Ravens points.

The next day I am online just farting around thinking about the night before when I decide to look up Taylors dad who wrote the book Timeline, I type it in and this is the name that pops up.

Michael Crichton

Wait, Taylors dad is Michael Crichton? The Michael Crichton? They guy who wrote Jurassic Park?!I do a Google image search and find the following pictures of Taylor

(by the way she looks even better now…she got some work done plus she died her hair)

Holy mother of god!

Saturday I wound up hanging out with Fred and Caramel. I was happy that they got along and we wound up sarging in Plunge for a bit. I wound up being bought a drink by a girl and kissed. The chick was a little weird though, she would go from aggressive to passive on a drop of a dime. I wound up number closing her but I don’t know if I will call her. Anyway I decide to by her a drink since she got me one. While I’m at the bar, Ruskie Douche walks in and sees me. He sarcastically bows and says “Why hello Warlock! Next time you pull shit with me, you say it to my face!” and starts to walk off. I tell him “Whatever dude” and “Theres no need to be an asshole” He hesitates and I think he debated on whether to pursue the situation or not, he chose the latter.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, we hung out with Saad and Achilles at Sutton Place were the womens bitch shields were sky high. The sarging at Sutton and the surrounding bars made me realize how in my comfort zone I am. I’m so used to being in Plunge where the women are blatantly there to be gamed that if you put me in a bar that is loud, crowded and full of chodes I will stall out. Thats complete bullshit on my part. I need to be able to sarge anywhere. I cant be intimidated anymore. I need to get used to any environment.

Sunday turned into a complete disaster. Caramel was more whinny than usual. I have decided to ban her from sarging for a while due to her behavior. Raven wound up bailing early in the night to meet up with a Brazilian girl (cant blame the guy, hes really getting his shit together) and Martyr who met up with us, decided to invite The Undertaker out even though he knows that neither Caramel or I like spending any time with him.

I was so in my head that I was not approaching. I did one set and it went really well. But turns out the girl was with her boyfriend. When Martyr said he was inviting The Undertaker I bailed on them. Only to realize that I was now alone and unable to approach. Why is that? Why do I need the baby blanket of a wing even if I approach alone. I tried calling everyone I knew but no one would come out. I wandered the streets of meatpacking, thinking about my game. I actually met up with Caramel and we hit a dinner. Then called it a night (funny turned out that Mystery and Lovedrop eventually went to Plunge later that night)

I realized that I have been choding out in my game. I have not been going for the close. I have hit a success barrier. My mind is freaking out because it does not like change and I am changing my life. I realize this because I am not really going for the close. I am going to the same place over and over. I still care about what other people think of me.

This is unacceptable.

This all came to a head on Monday while I read The Judges 30 day challenge thread. I felt the power and nimbus oozing off this page. I felt the furry or Berserker Rage. I was furious at myself for being a chode, for allowing my inner chode to still live. I must destroy it. I need to push sets to the limit. I need to get up in girls grill. I need to say insane stuff that will either shock or amaze. I called Golden and like a madman recounted my revelation my new mission of getting drinks thrown at me and punches to my face. I was a crazed madman drunk with furry.

Golden told me that I need to step up, everything else is in place. I just need to step up and take what I want.

I spoke to Raven and we have decided to upgrade to 4 nights a week. Jesus, God help NYC….

God what a weekend! I have to say that this weekend was probably the most educational ones I have ever had plus I feel like I have reached a new level. Now allot of you will probably think, awesome I cant wait to reach that next level in my “game”. This is definitely the case I do feel a sense of joy but with each new level comes new problems that you have never noticed before.

Friday was probably one of the more frustrating days I had that week. Don’t get me wrong I still had a blast. Whenever Fred is around having fun is a given. We all hit up sets, Fred opened quite a few, I noticed that he does have AA but its funny because its not your normal type of AA. Fred has loopholes. For example if I point out a set that is a few feet away from him, Fred will jump in. However If I point out a set across the room or a distance where Fred will be by himself for even a few seconds he will stall himself out. I also noticed that you cant prep Fred for a set or else he will stall himself out. Hes running on pure instinct.

This is great for someone who has been in the game for only two months. I remember in my first two months I would approach maybe 3 sets (if I was lucky) and I couldn’t even hold a conversation. Fred got a insanely hot Brazilian to ask him for his number! I almost feel sorry for women when he starts to grow more and more in his “game”.

And back to me. Well the problem I was having on Friday was that I was forcing the sexual intent. I was trying to be Mr. Sex Guy which did not work at all. I mean if you new me you would think this was the funniest shit in the world. Heres the deal, I hate porn. I don’t like to see ejaculations or extreme close ups on vagina’s. I hate seeing shots other dudes units going into her love tunnel. Don’t like the close ups some of these directors have where your getting a shot of the dudes ass (what is up with that?). I actually get off to Cinemax porn. Yes I am into Skinemax.

So I kept pushing sexual intent in my interactions and it came off as needy or just weird. I ruined a kiss close with a girl by trying to kiss her in front of her friend. She was clearly into me but after that it fizzled out, I came off as a guy who wanted something from her instead of the cute guy who could have been fun.

Then came the worse point of the night when after hearing Steve (another PUA we know) talk about how you had to go sexual, I tried to sarge a cougar that was in a set of Love Pirates. I tried to push the kino very hard and tried to grab and kiss her but all that served was to get both L.P and I blown the fuck out. L.P was pretty ticked off, turns out he was sarging both girls to have a double make out and possibly a threesome.

I realized that night that I was trying way to hard. I was trying to be something I wasn’t. I was trying to be Mr. Sex Guy and thats L.P’s niche not mine. I decided the next night that I would just try to be me in every set the next night.

But that turned out to be harder than expected…

Last night was experimentation day and even though I was not in state I forced myself to open sets and push my comfort zones. There are allot of reasons why I had problems achieving state last night. The most common one is being outcome dependent. I think it all stems with the ridiculous idea that I have in my head that I will somehow magically find a new twist or turn that will take me to the next level in my game.

This is a bad idea to have, game tends to evolve naturally for me over time. Even the best in this took months or years to get to true mastery. I tend to see guys like Fred and Rudey who took boot camps and suddenly are pulling and get angry at myself for not being better. But lets be honest each of them can tell me a million reasons why they evolved and it had nothing to do with a magic pill or new trick or line.

Its all about pushing your comfort zone. How bad do you want it? Can you go through the pain of being in a set where the women clearly don’t want you there? Can you not flinch when a woman tells you fuck off? When set after set gives you the Quasimodo face? Can you go up to a 10 and start a conversation? Can you stay unaffected?

I learned this the hard way with Joe D’s boot camp. I threw a pity party for myself, I had Joe ream me out at the bar, I had women look at me with disgust and men laugh or ignore me. I wanted to cry, I wanted to run away, I wanted to go back to the days of cinemax porn and video games.

But I got up the next day and went back out there. And you cant really ask for more.

Every time I go out, I expect to push myself and jump into the waters of social pressure. The problem is that I am my worst critic and always fall short of my goals.

Last night…

1)I opened a 2 set, which required me to keep two women engaged, defend myself against shit test galore, a mother hen and actually had a girl stay and talk to me effectively squashing a pull away. So think about that for a minute, I had such high value that a woman ignored her friends who were trying to pull her away. Of course she still left because I didn’t stack forward, but thats a first!

2)I had a woman by me a drink…another first

3)I actually opened a 9, made her laugh and reopened her a little later on

4)I went direct with a woman

5)I was never blown out with any approach. I just ejected because the energy fizzled out due to me not being in state and not escalating

Oh and I did not use one magic trick.

These are all things I have never done before or positive things. But yet I wanted to do more. I wanted to go sexual, I wanted to pull, I wanted to kiss, to dominate, to have my sexual intent to be felt, etc. I am not satisfied, I always want more which is my drive. Question is, is this a merit of mine or a flaw? I guess it depends on how I feel at the end of the night.

Yesterday was experimentation day, once again I learned so much. I tend to do on those days. Raven and I hit Plunge after once again we were not let into Budah Bar. Man those bouncers just hate our guts, this time they just told us they were only doing reservations and didn’t even look at the list.

I honestly don’t know why they make such a big deal. I mean the place is tiny as hell, over priced and has crappy music. The only reason Raven and I even try to go in is that we like it as a warm up spot because its usually has some very high quality targets and there seems to be very little PUA’s (growing problem in the club scene).

We hit Plunge and did some sets. It took us a little while to warm up but I noticed a few things.

1) Women are really starting to notice me or maybe I am finally noticing that women are noticing me. Quite a few women were giving me warm smiles. I even opened one or two and they were very warm to me.

2) AA is not completely gone but thankfully its nothing like it used to be and once I get a few sets under my best its completely gone. Also my early sets hook but I tend to let them fizzle art early in the night if I haven’t warmed up.

3) Once again my theory about the less attractive girl the more of a chip she has on her shoulder and harder she is to sarge. We got a snarky blow out from the chodier of a two set. We are also noticing how chody girls act in a club, they hold their drinks up their chests, stare at each other waiting for guys to approach, look at the ground nervously, have trust issues when you compliment them, etc.

My plan for that night was to try to be myself in set, Although its not like a completely different personality in set, I do tend to fall into dancing monkey magic comedian guy. So I wanted to do something Fred recommended and be a bit more real. I think I completely failed at that because once again In found myself doing the secret handshake and wound up testing a new magic trick I call it:

The Flaming Heart of Desire.

Its a flashy piece literally, I use fire and its very cool. But its going to go lame the minute I get bored doing it. Once again I cant depend on tricks to get through my set, its a crutch and I’m really not capitalizing it correctly.

Anyway after I do this, a PUA comes up to me while I am in heavy kino with my target, at first it was working out we started doing role play. She was into it (although I will never forgive myself for not doing the whole marriage rpg) but then this dude tells me that hes been in magic for 2 years. I was like cool then he goes and says “Oh let me guess you got into after you read THE GAME” and he said with emphasis on it then turned and left.

This girl got pretty weirded out, luckily I defused it but it almost wrecked my set. But I busted my set when I started a joke about how Raven and I met in prison. It started out funny but I took it dark and in the middle of the stupid joke I thought “Oh no I’m about to fuck myself over here”. Wow what a break in the vibe.

I’ll go into the very funny about what happened to Raven and I when we met Matadors “BFF” in another post.  But for now I want to talk about what I learned that night.

Heres the deal guys. I’m a good looking guy. I’m not bragging or trying to be funny, I’m serious when I say this. It took me a long as time to realize I was cute and people had told me I was a good looking guy in a matter of fact way but I never really bought it. But last night I just realized I’m a handsome guy. Women dig my look they want to fuck me, I just keep fucking it up. All I have to do is stop doing the things that screw me up and I should be good.

Everybody thinks being handsome means that women constantly throw themselves at you. Well that only happens if you believe you are handsome. A negative mentality about your looks can seriously hamper for enjoying those rock star looks. I think looks are really 20% physical appearance and 80% mental confidence. Well right now I feel I’m 40% physical and 60% mental confidence.  The numbers are going up guys.