The Last Straw

July 30, 2008 at 5:20 pm (Bio, Inner Game)

Once upon a time there was a chode named David. David had no control over his relationships. He dated sure, got laid a few times but he was at the complete mercy to any woman that came into his life. Maybe this is why his relationships never lasted more than 6 months.

David’s last relationship was not even a relationship he was a rebound guy to the girl. Even though they were close friends, David wanted more. He just wanted to solve his problem with women and figured that if he could get one girl who had a few qualities he liked or at least tolerated he would date her for over a year, maybe 2 and then he would marry her and he would not have to worry about being alone ever again.

Like I said he was a chode.

Well things didn’t work out that way. The girl of his dreams left him for more Alpha guys who in his mind didn’t appreciate her. So out of frustration he decided to move to the big apple to find himself. You see he thought that his chodeness came from his environment. All he needed was a new place and he would magically be seen by women as the catch he knew he was.

And to his credit when he got to the big apple he managed to find a nice fatty who was unlike the other girls he had dated before…she was an actress. But he kept his chody ways and 3 months later she dumped his ass, mafia style. Things soon started to snowball from there. He had dates that never went anywhere, he posted profiles on dating sites, and wasted money on extravagant dates that left him with wood and the only sex he had was either with himself or fat desperate women with kids.

David was spiraling downward toward depression. He asked his married friend who never had a problem getting dates for advice. He told him to watch a TV show on VH1 about a pick up artist. David did some research and found out that there was a book called The Game. So he went to Barnes and Nobles at lunch and bought the book much to his embarrassment. But soon he began to read and was sucked into the world of game.

He also downloaded the VH1 show and began to watch it, then he started trying out some lines and started to dress differently. He was tip toeing his way to game.

It was December and he jumped on a plane to visit his parents back home. He then went to see his x. Secretly he hoped he would finally be able to have sex with her. He still cared for her and wanted to see if he had a chance to change himself in front of her eyes. They made out a little and then like a true chode he let her lead and they started to drive around. He knew that nothing would ever happen between them, they would never be anything but friends. At one point she told him to pick up her friend who was a little down due to relationship woes.

He did and he was shocked to find himself drawn to her. By chance he wound up having to drop of his x because she was not feeling well and he wound up having dinner with this girl. This gave him more time to get to know her. He started to feel something strange happen to him. He was turned on, not just physically but on a intellectual level. He didn’t think he could feel that way and he thought she felt the same way. They flirted and laughed all the way back to her place were like a gentleman left her at her front door.

For two days David’s world was turned upside down. The air tasted better, the sun shone brighter, the food tasted better…you know the drill. He had his head up his ass. He then had the stupidity to call his x to invite her and her friends (excuse to invite the girl) to his parents house for a pool party. To which his x snorted and replied to his questions about her friend that her friends impression of him was that he was a weirdo and sleazy. That David was not her type and he had made a blunder of the situation.

His world was shattered. He felt his whole world go into a tailspin. He felt like a fool.

And in that moment of despair as he ate doritoes and looked at craigslist adds as he heard the New Years celebration outside his small little apartment, he came to a crossroads. He could let this experience of having his heart crushed turn him into a man of despair or he could use it to fuel his change.

And like that the chode inside of David started to die. He jumped in the pool. It wasn’t easy his coworkers teased him by giving him a new nickname, he was rejected by women, he struggled to learn. So finally after a few months things started to slowly gel for him. And when it came time to pick his PUA name, his handle, his pen name for his posts and reports. He decided to choose the name his coworkers teased him with, he would turn a negative into a positive, he would be known as Warlock. He would make magic happen.

And that my friends is how I stopped being a chode. Thanks for reading….

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Im a VIP! Im a V.I.P!!!!

July 28, 2008 at 4:26 pm (Inner Game, Thoughts)

You know your game is getting better not just when you get results but when you get new problems. Im talking about AMOG’s or as I like to call them Pradeeps because its almost like they are screaming “Im a VIP! IM A VIP!!”. So fricking annoying.

This past weekend I encountered a few.

On Thursday this guy came into my set and tried to Amog me by weirding out my girl. This is guy from my previous post about saturdays adventure. Anyway I decided to make friends with the guy even though he had tried to go into my set. The guy wound up inviting us to a PUA party where he claimed there would be hot girls, good vibe, ect.

We decided to go because we felt that it would be an adventure…boy was it ever that! Turns out the guy was full of shit. The party was a karaoke thing (took us 45 minutes to get there) and the girls were creeped out by us, with good reason. It was a birthday party! Here are these two guys who are over dressed and no one knows. Duh! Of course its weird. Raven and I left after 15 minutes.

Heres the funny thing. This dude kept saying the following:

“Oh me and Matador are close, I helped him write his book”

“Yeah all these guys at this party are my students”

“You can learn allot from me”

You get the idea. At the end of the night Raven and I just kept making jokes about how I was helping Style write his book and he was going to wing Tim from RSD. We were giggling like kids.

The next couple of days I noticed this phenomena of being a Pradeep. I barely ever have a problem with a guy who is non community in my sarges. I always befriend them and show them respect and they tend to help me out. Other P.U.A’s on the other hand are a different story.

I don’t get the hate. Seriously I don’t get it. There are a million other girls who are probably equally if not hotter than any that I speak to, but these guys act such needy little bitches.

You got your vultures who wait until you get distracted to go in, you can see them very clearly because they are literally behind the girl as your talking, licking their lips and staring like a complete slime ball.

You also got the Booze hunters. These are the guys who see a drunk girl and descend on them like harpies. I hate gaming drunk girls, its the sleaziest sort of move.

But the worst are the too cool for school guys. These are guys who when you talk to them they act like they are the shit and are just douche bags to you. They give you attitude, disagree with anything you say and never ever smile. Of course they never game in front of you either.

I seriously dont understand I mean were here to be social and get laid. How is acting like a completly needy douche ever going to get you laid?

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The Characters From Warlocks Life

July 28, 2008 at 2:42 pm (Bio)

I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while now.  So without wasting any more time, lets do this!

P.U.A’s I hang out with regularly:

The Judge:

The Judge is probably one of the best PUA’s I know, I first met him at The Newbie Sarge (a regular meeting of board members from NYCsargeteam.com every couple of months) It was early in my game when a solid interaction was something to dream about. The Judge was a monster, attracting girls like crazy and when I pointed to the hottest girl in the room (we dubbed her HB Beyonce) he killed that set, number closed her and had her texting him for the rest of the night.

I enjoy talking to The Judge about game, we normally talk about inner game stuff and life in general. Whenever I have a problem or sticking point I need to talk about, I can always count on him.

The Judge was a master at routine based game but in the past few months he has started to experiment and evolve a more natural/RSD technique.

Golden Child:

Golden was one of the last senior NYCsargeteam members I met off the board. At the time I was constantly posting insanely detailed field reports and was getting some attention from it. Golden told me that he would read my reports and want to go out to game. Goldens most powerful tool is his voice, he dominates constantly with it and is always talking in a breaking rappor tonality. Girls just melt when he opens his mouth. He also is a great guy to have next to you, to motivate you. He is constantly excited and ready to tear it up. His style used to be straight up routine based (although he always improvised between routines) but now is slowly starting to turn into a more RSD/Natural Style since I first told him about it after my Flawless Natural seminar.

Love Pirate

L.P is the moderator of the board but is also one of the most sickest PUA’s I have ever met. His game is all physical and natural based. Hes very out spoken against using routines. I’ve seen him in the field and his game is scary. He always makes out and pulls pretty consistently. He also has the talent of gab, Ive called him and been so involved in our conversation that I look up and 4 hours have gone by. Also dont try to AMOG him, I’ve seen many a PUA walk off with his tail between their legs.

Achilles

One of the warmest most nicest PUA’s I have ever met.  He is also Puertorican, probably one of the only ones I have met in the field. Achilles is a good viber. He can vibe really, really well with everyone around him and bring this air of positivity. He is pretty much routine based.

Steve

Steve is a ninja. You might see Steve on one section of the club but half a minute later he will be gone and so will the girl or group. It took a while for me to get to know Steve, at first I just saw him as the quiet good looking guy who hangs with the guys. But over time I really got to know him and hes a really cool and decent dude. His game is pretty solid. He is also starting to convert to RSD.

Raven

Raven is my wing and good friend, you will usually see him by my side. If you want to learn more about Raven see my other posts.

Other PUA’s I know:

Martyr:

Martyr is a PUA I used to hang out with on a regular basis. Martyr has a very big heart and is a very nice guy. He says he has his own system now that is similar to RSD. I tend to see him probably twice a month or so, he doesn’t really enjoy the venues I sarge in.

The Undertaker:

The Undertaker is Martyrs wing. He’s an okay guy I guess, I don’t really know him to well. He is all about routines. I will be honest and say I do not like sarging with him because is pretty low energy and it tends to throw me off.

Shiz:

Shiz was a PUA I used to hang out with allot. I always thought we would tear it up together and become a PUA machine. But problems arouse between us and he kind of dropped off the map. I see him every so often. He now dresses like The Judge because he was told by a guru that he should imitate the style of someone that was good. He is very routine based and last time we spoke said

“Why be natural when routines work?”

He tends to be very high energy and does very well in warm circle game.

Blitz:

Blitz tends to wing Achilles since they are both from Long Island. Hes a really cool guy and has solid game. He tends to look like a music executive and always looks money. Caramel spoke to him once and he told her he was looking for a real connection with a woman. He is a very cool guy and its always a pleasure to speak to him.

York:

York is a Asian PUA I see on occasion. At first I didn’t like York, I thought he came across as a douche bag but I later spoke to him a little and have revised my view of him. He winged me once and didn’t do a bad job and I could tell what I thought was arrogance was really nerves. I look forward to seeing him again.

People I Try To Avoid!

PUA Douche: This is an Asian PUA who I despise. He likes to pull this little move of coming up next to you while your in set and acting like he knows you so he can jack your set. If I see him again I might just wind up calling him on it or worse case scenario tooling him.

Vultures: These are guys who like to slowly ease their way next to you and  if you get distracted, jump into your set and steal it. They are insanely slimy and sleazy. I want to punch them in the face.

Gurus: I sometimes see PUA teachers while I’m at the bars. If the company is big like Venusian or RSD they tend to be very nice as long as your not trying to tool them or beg them for tips. But there are “gurus” from smaller schools. These guys tend to be jerk offs. I will elaborate about this more in future posts.

Guido’s: Nuff Said

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Ugly Duckling No More!

July 25, 2008 at 8:44 pm (Field Report, Inner Game)

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.

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Texting With Style

July 23, 2008 at 5:03 pm (Field Report, Thoughts)

Me: I have a very naugthy question to ask you, ready?

Her: LOL it better not be naughty but im ready! GO!

Me: What color socks are you wearing? ;-P

Her: LOL white. I can take a pic of them for you 😉

Me: Oh baby your turning me on

Her: Maybe tim ill wear some striped ones for u

Me: Stop it! Dont say it if you dont mean it, dont play with my emotions

Her: And then the following day, a sheer nude pair. u like that baby?

Me: Oh dady like, dady like

Her: LOL u’s a fool, hows your day flowing?

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Much better than last time, special thanks to Rudey for the tip. Man got to keep that sexual intent flowing, im getting better at it, but I shouldnt make it a joke.

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Hate Is The Star!

July 23, 2008 at 3:28 pm (Bio, Inner Game)

So last night I was a little bored and started to IM people on my AIM who I had forgotten about. One person was on my list and I completely had forgotten who she was (I only have girls on my AIM or guys I still communicate with). Well I send a hi and who are you message and get a fuck you right back.

Well this entertains me and no matter how much of a insult she gives me I just give her a sweet and nice answer back. This frustrates her which amuses me, then I realize who she was.

Kelly Coffee

Kelly was a girl that went to high school with me. Back then she used to weigh 300 pounds. She was also a raging bitch. I’m not exaggerating, she was one mean bitch, she would insult anyone who would even look at her. I tried to be nice but I soon gave that up when she ripped into me in English class, it got so bad I insulted her back by calling her elephant girl, she didn’t like that one bit and it was the first time I feel like I really hurt someones feelings intentionally, not cool, not cool at all.

Years later I wound up working with my dad in tourism. Turns out her dad was working in the same company as a driver. I quickly made friends with him, mostly because I liked his stories and he was funny. The guy was a x-hippy and was an interesting cat. He got me in touch with Kelly, she was living in Salt Lake City and she had lost all her weight and gone down to 139 pounds.

Whats funny is that she still had the same attitude although it wasn’t as intense. She was rather negative, always about this person or that person being an asshole. But she was also really interesting, she was very independent and loved nature plus she had geek like interests and was a liberal.

I worked in tourism for about I would say 3 years (give or take). At first I liked it, it was an easy way to make money. But as time went on, I began to hate it, drivers would steal from each other, gossip and just act like complete ghetto chodes. Mr.Coffee was cool but he had the same flaws like other drivers, he would steal trips and try to make a profit for himself or give trips to certain drivers who greased the wheels if you get my meaning.

I stopped hanging out with Mr.Coffee because I didn’t really share his value of chasing money, I would hang out with the girls in the office because I could make them laugh and enjoyed their company. My Dad was on the board of directors for the company and a vote came down from the head honchos and Mr.Coffee lost his position as chief operator (basically the guy who assigns trips) and he became a driver again.  A few months later the company went belly up because Hyatt closed its hotel, I had saved my pennies and booked a ticket to NYC.

This was two years ago and I remember my time in tourism with a little disdain. Sure it was easy money and little work but unlike everyone else I didn’t put my ultimate value in making cash. To this day money isn’t as valuable to me as it is to anyone else. If I was told I could either get 300 bucks or have sex with a cute woman, I would choose the sex. If I had to choose between going home with a hottie and loosing my friendship with my buddy or going home with wood and keeping my friendship. I would have wood.

Mr.Coffee apparently told Kelly that my dad betrayed him and I stood by and took the side of the company. That Mr.Coffee was a noble and honorable man. And I was the son of Satan and my father was Lucifer

Its been 2 fucking years and shes still carrying this grudge against my family and I. She started cursing me out over AIM, getting pretty intense in her descriptions of incest I must have with my father and how I betrayed her poor innocent noble father. I was pretty much fascinated by her rant.

You can really hold on to hate for that long? Don t you have better things to do?

Now your probably wondering Warlock what does this have to do with game? Heres the deal guys. You are either a positive person or a negative one. You cant be both, you will lean more to either side. Kelly has reframed life to be that everyone is out to get her. This is why she will never really savor life because she will always look over her shoulder or not trust anyone.

But imagine if you thought everyone was trying to help you? That everyone was just a friend waiting to be discovered? That negative people are just sad and not worth your time.  How awesome would that be? How money would you be in your interactions? Food for thought.

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Dreams of Game

July 23, 2008 at 2:26 pm (Thoughts)

Last night I had a dream that I was taking a one on one boot camp with Alex from RSD (special thanks to Fred for planting that in my subconscious). Alex was a very cool teacher, very attentive and funny. But we were still getting to know each other so things were a little awkward. He came to visit me at work and we sat down to go over theory.

He made me look at videos of guys doing approaches the wrong way. I then had to tell him what the guy did wrong and what he should have done instead. It was allot of fun but every time I go into it I would be interrupted by the laughter of the new girl from work who I kind of want to bang because of her rack. After like the third time this happened I got rilled up and confronted her and told her to fuck off.  I then went to supervisor and told her to talk to her before I smacked her.

Alex and I decided to leave, as we were walking out we bumped into my obnoxious boss and he got in Alex’s face. Turns out they had, had an altercation before coming to my office. My boss then told me that I was wasting my money trying to learn from Alex because he wasn’t a successful risk taker. He then told me he would have a serious talk with me the next day. I asked Alex what that was about and he said he had, had a fight with him over anchovies?!

For some reason I thought this was a perfectly acceptable answer (why do i do that in dreams?) and pretty much told him that I was sure to be fired the next day. We left the building to begin the boot camp. Thats when I woke up.

Note to self don’t listen to RSD audio before bed.

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Facebook Game…

July 22, 2008 at 1:22 pm (Online Game)

Facebook game has been heating up lately. I am currently corresponding with quite a few girls on there thanks in big part to my profile which took an entire evening to set up (pretty quick considering it took a week to set up my myspace).  Whats really cool about facebook is that I have been blown out of interactions but there are just more girls willing to pick up the slack. I have been lazy but I’m going to start to step it up because I should be closing. I had one girl that asked me for my skype in the course of 4 messages.

Yesterday I sent out about 10 messages to different women on facebook, I’m starting to notice which opener works one what type of girl.  I will say that I am pretty intimidated by the turbo girls. I have gotten one or two to correspond with me but I have been reluctant to close. In the field turbo girls are not so bad because its pretty much do or die in the moment but online things go slower so you have more time to second guess yourself and get in your head.

I have been getting a shit load better in my online interactions, I can switch from goofy to down to earth on a dime and keep it congruent (i don’t like this word, any suggestions for another that means the same thing?) so it sparks attraction.  Although when I do blow an interaction boy does it blow up in my face. This usually happens when I stay in goof ball mode for too long, this has also happened to me in texts.

I also have been testing out my photos on hot or not, man thats been an eye opening experience, I have had photos I thought were awesome get crummy ratings and ones I thought were okay get the highest score ever. I still need to get photos of me outside the club though. 

If things go well and I have more time, I might do some free dating sites. Don’t get me wrong Internet game is nice and all but they are just bonus rounds, the real game takes place in the club.

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Creep & What That Means To Me…

July 21, 2008 at 3:42 pm (Bio, Inner Game)

Today It was implied by my coworker that I was the office creep. This really upset me to the point of tears. As I was in the bathroom trying to compose myself I started to think. Why am I so upset?

The answer is because I was called a creep. Now this is interesting to me, because If I learn why the word creep is so powerful to me, it may lead to me solving this problem and that would not only help my game but bring me closer to my ultimate goal of being the best human being I can be.

Creep, such a powerful word. Lets look up the definition, a quick google search provides me with this:

creep(krp)

intr.v. crept (krpt), creep·ing, creeps

1. To move with the body close to the ground, as on hands and knees.

2.

a. To move stealthily or cautiously.

b. To move or proceed very slowly: Traffic creeps at that hour.

3. Botany

a. To grow or spread along a surface, rooting at intervals or clinging by means of suckers or tendrils.

b. To grow horizontally under the ground, as the rhizomes of many plants.

4. To slip out of place; shift gradually.

5. To have a tingling sensation, made by or as if by things moving stealthily: a moan that made my flesh creep.

n.

1. The act of creeping; a creeping motion or progress.

2. Slang An annoyingly unpleasant or repulsive person.

 

So if we read the definition right, creep implies imagery of a snake like repulsive creature of the opposite sex, I did a little more digging and apparently this word came into public slang use in the 1950’s. Okay that sort of helps, lets try to break this into social psychological terms.

Being considered a Creep means…

 

  1. Become an outcast of humanity

  2. Be seen as a scavenger who is the lowest of all in the value food chain

  3. Will never mate and if he does its with trash

  4. Is dangerous and not trust wothy

I now know the origin of the world and what it implies so lets look at Warlocks life and see why this word became so big with me.

It became very clear at a young age that the most important thing for me was to be accepted. I was a spoiled kid. I had allot of toys, video games, I remember at one point I had a tricycle, a bike with training wheels (that would always fall over), a big wheel, 2 peddle cars (this was pre-power wheels guys, yeah I’m old school) and a scooter (not the gas peddle ones, the ones that are like a skateboard with a handlebar). It was important to me to use my toys to make friends with the kids from the neighborhood. For allot of years it seemed to work but as I got older it actually started to work against me.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Lets talk about the first time I felt like a creep. Her name was Christina, she had blond hair and green eyes or at least thats how I remember it. I was smitten guys, I was in second grade and I wanted to marry a girl I had not even had a full conversation with. If she looked in my direction my face would turn red. I was even the cliché guys, I used to write her name as Mrs.Warlock in my notebook with hearts.

I decided to write her a love letter (special thanks for my very smart friend for the brilliant idea…as karma he stayed 5’0 for the rest of his life) and leave it in her book bag because I was a chicken shit. But I couldn’t help myself and told her I had left her a present in her book bag ( you guys know where this is going).

Of course the minute I turned my back she dove for it. And as I sat across the room, I had a moment that would be forever burned into my memory. Christina opened the letter and began to read it….and then began to cry. Her friend came over and I soon discovered I had the ability to read lips because it was at that point that she told her friend in tears that she thought I was ugly.

I wont describe the feeling of that guys because all you have felt it before. Ill just sum it up by saying “that fucking sucked”, the effects of this were devastating. It was only until i reached my 20’s that I accepted the fact that I am a good looking dude.

Things only got worse, when we hit 5th grade the social groups started forming. I wound up with the short straw and became social outcast. I no longer had friends at school and they started dwindling around the neighborhood as well. I was a creep. Girls hated me, they were probably the most hurtful bullies because their way of getting to me weren’t like the guys (tripping me, throwing my book bag off the roof or the classic wedgie) it was a whole new form of torture. I got little mind games that severely fucked with my head. I was called ugly and creepy and well word stuck to me like glue.

I guess when I look at it, the word creep or creepy just reminds me of a time of my life that I was very sad, probably the most sad I have ever been. When I get called creepy its like I turn back into that 10 year old who just wants to be accepted and loved. Its a trigger word that just shoots me back in time.

So let me analyze this. I still put allot of value in how people perceive me. Not strangers, I have successfully eliminated that, I have no problem going into a club and getting blown out and to a certain extent going for the kiss with a girl. But I put so much value in what people in my every day life think of me. Because to me those are the ones that matter, I get to see those people every day. Thats not the case with folks in a bar, I never see those people again and even if I do they wouldn’t remember me.

So If I were being asked this by someone who’s not me, this is the solution I would give them.

“Listen dude your not a creep, a creep is a selfish pathetic human being who only cares about his own pleasure. You put value in friendship, acceptance and intimacy these are all noble intentions. If they cant see that your a good person then fuck them because the only opinion of yourself that should matter is your own. Jobs come and go, real friends last and those that don’t then weren’t your friends to begin with and isn’t it better to know who your real friends are? Whats past is past you cant change that, its time to live for today because today is all that matters”

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Experimentation Day #1

July 18, 2008 at 3:18 pm (Field Report)

So I have officially decided to go out 3 days a week, Thursday, Friday and Saturday Since Thursday will be a night were I tend to go home early due to work the next day (I turn into a pumpkin at 1am) I have decided to make Thursday experimentation day.  Basically its the day to try things and get blown out, in fact getting blown out is a plus because you are adapting to social conditioning.

I wanted to go out guns blazing on Thursday but I found myself not in state last night and even though all my sets hooked last night, I did spend the early part of the night choding out a bit. I want to do like 30 approaches like they do in boot camp and really push my comfort levels, but I find myself only doing small baby steps which is fine but I guess I’m stugeling between my fear and gun ho mentality which creates a small back lash.

I do consider Experimentation Day a success, I made a point of speaking to 8’s and up. I pushed Raven into a set of Australian models. He had said he wanted to approach hot women and then tried to convince me to pass up the 9’s to go for 7’s. I looked at him dead serious and told him he was not going to open those 9’s that I would not allow him to open the 7’s. Well he did and wow those girls were smoking and the sweetest girls in the world. I want a Aussie girlfriend now 😉

We wound up getting their face book because it would have been a waste to get their number and we failed to befriend the male friend who pulled them away from us and bounced them out of budah bar. Immediately afterwards we turned and opened a two set of  7’s who started throwing shit tests galore at us, one kept telling me I was gay and I started acting all flamboyant because I actually thought she was kidding then I realized she was tooling me and I looked at Raven and gave him the code of “these girls are giving us shit tests because their not very hot, lame” so we ejected.

We then hit Plunge for the rest of the night where we did a few more approaches but then got sidetracked talking to other PUA’s. I really need to put my foot down and just sarge instead of being polite and continuing the conversation as the hot sets walk past me. I wound up opening a very hot Ukrainian model and made her laugh so much I got her number. Shes a bit of a bimbo to be honest with you which is a turn off but I might call her. I also strangely enough bumped into Sandra Oh from Grey’s Anatomy.

Only in New York right? I know I said keep your value but fucking a! I couldn’t go up and talk to her, which shows my flaws in my inner game i need to work on. I was star stuck. I’m lucky I didn’t find her attractive and never did because i probably would been freaking out.

Things I have learned from experimentation day

1) Girls who rate an 8 and up are really easier to open and possibly close. They don’t give you shit tests as much or tool you. As long as your not intimidated by them and don’t be a slime ball then you should be good.

2) Girls who rate bellow an 8 tend to be more insecure and give allot of shit tests. They tend to be a bit too try hard in always saying “I’m hot! Really I’m hot! Do you see?” This is something that can really be exploited. I think I’m going to start playing around with maybe being brutally honest like saying something like “Seriously why are you so insecure?” after they throw another shit test at me.

3) Women are really starting to form paterns. I’m starting to see that they can be categorized Ill probably be posting my thoughts a bit more on that.

4) I am seriously going to start weeding out the magic tricks from my game. Its so fucking lame. I really only use it when I seriously run out of things to say in set. Its like my desperate attempt to break glass in case of emergency bit. And its so trying for rapport it makes me sick.

5) I am not getting into state lately, this is because I am focusing on what the result of a set would be and I am thinking a bit to take as much information in as possible. Not that I fear blow outs, in fact i welcome them its just that I only get into state when I truly don’t care if a set goes good or bad. Right now I actually care about the result due to curiosity I have decided to make Saturday of my sarge The Day Of The Ultimate Nullifier! So what is the Ultimate Nuliffier? Its when you truly don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks of you. It nullifies AA, outcome dependency, EVERYTHING. Basically its a fancy word for saying your having a good time with your buds and meeting women.

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