Opened a girl while waiting for my pass. SHe must have been 15 whoops. I asked what she does, and she said nothing, DLVing a lot and shit. I should have paced her understanding of the question and given an example. Anyway, she ejected.
I regret not opening this superhot sitting latina HB9. I eventually circled back to talk to her, but she was moving and on the cell phone when I saw her again.
I chatted up an HB8 (extra point for rack), but she wasn't interested from the get go. My sub-comm's must have been f'ed up. I should have gotten her to stop on open. Also, her mild disinterest really was messing up my creativity. I need a better hook post-open. I usually ask for the name, and then do a brief cold read about where she's from. It's almost always "you have a new york vibe".
More later maybe? I'm just writing this from the SOny store.
OK. So on my way to the boathouse, I'm eating this delicious "overstuffed sandwich made to order" from an upscale deli along Charles St. Ugly white rich people galore. I'm mouth-full and I spot this cute girl HB7 in a slinky black dress eating at a cafe along the street. I roll up mid-chew and spit my game. It works pretty well, and she's fairly into it. She's a fashion intern in the South End living along the Charles somehow. She's from Indiana and I lightly bust on that shit. I don't do much attraction nor comfort. I grab the phone number on the way out, but it's way less romantic than social. I'll have to phone in the game from therein. Flake expected, but it was cool to totally casually grab digits on my way to somewhere just because I felt like it.
I officially average around one phone number per outing. It's about a 30-50% meet-to-#close ratio for me.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Phone
So, I had to cancel my sailing lessons early today because of rain. I called up HBhoodrat and cancelled because it was raining. 10 minutes later, it stops. UGH. I maybe should have called her up again, but I was already halfway home at the time.
She told me she was going to be napping, and instead of taking that as an invite over to her place, I took it as something to bust on, which I probably shouldn't have done. Lesson learned:
-Be persistent and insistent with the Day 2's
-Check weather reports
She told me she was going to be napping, and instead of taking that as an invite over to her place, I took it as something to bust on, which I probably shouldn't have done. Lesson learned:
-Be persistent and insistent with the Day 2's
-Check weather reports
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Notes
Recently I hit a point where a lot of stuff in the community is starting to make sense to me. What that means is that concepts like improvement and calibration are making more practical sense to me, beyond a theoretical meaning.
I attribute this to a more regular sarging regimen, and also opening far more sets than previously in my life. Anyone having problems with pick up, you're not sarging often enough or regularly enough. Approaching a few girls a day regularly is the only way to really get where you need to go.
In the last few weeks, my social skills have shot up in a big way. It's really exciting to feel, for the first time in ages, like I have a future in pick up and that I won't end up alone, lonely and shitty.
I have a day 2 set up with this ridiculous black girl tomorrow, and it's convenient to my schedule. Seeing titties opens up a good hour in my otherwise packed schedule.
I also realized pretty viscerally last night how unimportant making lots of money is in the realm of seduction. Making enough to satisfy yourself is just the right amount.
Quick note- my cell phone won't accept text messages when it is powered down. Thus, my most recent # from that little Indian hottie will, unfortunately, be lost in the Sands of Time unless she texts me again, which is unlikely. :( I like a dem Indian fembots.
I attribute this to a more regular sarging regimen, and also opening far more sets than previously in my life. Anyone having problems with pick up, you're not sarging often enough or regularly enough. Approaching a few girls a day regularly is the only way to really get where you need to go.
In the last few weeks, my social skills have shot up in a big way. It's really exciting to feel, for the first time in ages, like I have a future in pick up and that I won't end up alone, lonely and shitty.
I have a day 2 set up with this ridiculous black girl tomorrow, and it's convenient to my schedule. Seeing titties opens up a good hour in my otherwise packed schedule.
I also realized pretty viscerally last night how unimportant making lots of money is in the realm of seduction. Making enough to satisfy yourself is just the right amount.
Quick note- my cell phone won't accept text messages when it is powered down. Thus, my most recent # from that little Indian hottie will, unfortunately, be lost in the Sands of Time unless she texts me again, which is unlikely. :( I like a dem Indian fembots.
FR: Another retarded 24 hour marathon
So...
First things first. HBhoodrat texted me voluntarily asking me what i was up to. Too bad I had no juice on the cell phone. I might get to see her titties.
I'm trying to figure out what happened first. I hung out with mom on Friday afternoon and evening. She bought me these moleskine notebooks, which are awesome. They fit perfectly into my pockets, and if I carry a small pen with me, I'm set for writing down all the crazy fucking ideas I have.
So yeah.
I roll out and hit up Vox around 1030, meeting up with ae82 and his roommie. Vox was briefly the spot last night. I immediately run into Saffron doing a 1-on-1, which seemed to be going really well. But shit, that dude still owes me $25, I just remembered that. Anyway.
I vaguely open these girls by the side, and they are talking about dancing. They clearly saw my Jagger, which needs a lot of work, but they are pulling me in and doing all kinds of talking about "lessons" and "instructing" and drunk party girl shit. I don't really entertain the conversation that much, just being social and agreeing.
I opened another group of girls, who later turn out to be running deep. Anyway, they are all fun girls that graduated from Merrimack or some local college I don't know. They are all fun and all sub-par white chicks, so WAH. Fun social timez, though.
I go downstairs open a three set with "Do you guys believe in Harry Potter?". I can think of literally nothing to follow it up with, and it tanks in the most awkward and hilarious possible way: stunned confusion and disbelief, and then simultaneous backturns. Wonder.
I roll with Inferno a bit, who doesn't have much problem opening up girls at night, which is neat. he opens up some girl in red, I roll in and wing. Apparently, it's on between them, but my girl is SO fiesty. She's this Korean girl who grew up in America and is the most sarcastic person I've gamed yet. Like, everything I said or asked, she made fun of or gave me fake answers. That's fine, and I was moderately keeping up with her, often pointing out humourously that she is a "dick", which she readily admitted. I kept trying to pull her into comfort, but she really wanted to keep up the C&F banter and rapport-breaking. I played that game for a while, but she was tiresome. I can't remember how the set ended, but no numbers were exchanged, I think.
Immediately afterwards, this hot hot asian 2-set behind us is caught kind of staring at us. Inferno gives them a high five, which opens. He says a few things to them, then clearly starts addressing the hotter, but taller, one. I talk to the smaller and still very hot one. She can't hear me that well, so I switch position and roll HARD. She is immediately digging it, and this continues the entire interaction. I bust on her a bit, call her out for not having white friends, call her out for being a BU asian girl. Inferno's girl is really intense, very little smiling and super-focused on specifics and details. Not surprisingly, she's some kind of nocturnal number-cruncher for a massive faceless company.
It was halfway through this interaction that I realized how much sharper my social skills have gotten from continuous daygame. I was really getting along extremely well with them, and could get wonderful validation-times reactions from them nearly at will.
Anyway, we kind of briefly discuss comfort shit. It's not as extensive as I prefer. I keep on saying things like, "How did you get like this?" or "Where did this come from?" And tried to get her to talk about herself. I think I told her some grounding stuff. Overall the interaction was mostly attraction.
I would have fully shifted into comfort, but Inferno's girl said she wanted to go to the "bathroom" and Ultimatum'd my girl, so they both left. I don't think my AZN realized what her friend meant by 'going to the bathroom', so she thought it was premature for me to get her number when I offered to grab it. Oh well.
We bounced around a while, I didn't spend much time talking to other girls, as far as I can recall.
I crash at ae82's place, and beat the Ninja Gaiden 2 boss after 3 tries, which he couldn't complete on his own. What a n00b. And as usual, he sleepwalks in later and tries to steal my blankets, muttering absolute gibberish and looking really pissed off. It's almost normal now.
The next day, we hit up the talk, which was great, and then I do some gaydame with Inferno at the CopPru. I opened this little indian dental student, who really seemed to be interested in me, and i would have loved to extend our conversation, but I got a miniaturized version of attraction, comfort, and rapport in the time we had. I grabbed her digits.
I opened a taller blackish-indian chick from behind, but she jumped when I tapped her shoulder, and no amount of bailing could salvage the sinking set. It was done despite my best attempts to pace her reality, slow her down, and get her attention.
First things first. HBhoodrat texted me voluntarily asking me what i was up to. Too bad I had no juice on the cell phone. I might get to see her titties.
I'm trying to figure out what happened first. I hung out with mom on Friday afternoon and evening. She bought me these moleskine notebooks, which are awesome. They fit perfectly into my pockets, and if I carry a small pen with me, I'm set for writing down all the crazy fucking ideas I have.
So yeah.
I roll out and hit up Vox around 1030, meeting up with ae82 and his roommie. Vox was briefly the spot last night. I immediately run into Saffron doing a 1-on-1, which seemed to be going really well. But shit, that dude still owes me $25, I just remembered that. Anyway.
I vaguely open these girls by the side, and they are talking about dancing. They clearly saw my Jagger, which needs a lot of work, but they are pulling me in and doing all kinds of talking about "lessons" and "instructing" and drunk party girl shit. I don't really entertain the conversation that much, just being social and agreeing.
I opened another group of girls, who later turn out to be running deep. Anyway, they are all fun girls that graduated from Merrimack or some local college I don't know. They are all fun and all sub-par white chicks, so WAH. Fun social timez, though.
I go downstairs open a three set with "Do you guys believe in Harry Potter?". I can think of literally nothing to follow it up with, and it tanks in the most awkward and hilarious possible way: stunned confusion and disbelief, and then simultaneous backturns. Wonder.
I roll with Inferno a bit, who doesn't have much problem opening up girls at night, which is neat. he opens up some girl in red, I roll in and wing. Apparently, it's on between them, but my girl is SO fiesty. She's this Korean girl who grew up in America and is the most sarcastic person I've gamed yet. Like, everything I said or asked, she made fun of or gave me fake answers. That's fine, and I was moderately keeping up with her, often pointing out humourously that she is a "dick", which she readily admitted. I kept trying to pull her into comfort, but she really wanted to keep up the C&F banter and rapport-breaking. I played that game for a while, but she was tiresome. I can't remember how the set ended, but no numbers were exchanged, I think.
Immediately afterwards, this hot hot asian 2-set behind us is caught kind of staring at us. Inferno gives them a high five, which opens. He says a few things to them, then clearly starts addressing the hotter, but taller, one. I talk to the smaller and still very hot one. She can't hear me that well, so I switch position and roll HARD. She is immediately digging it, and this continues the entire interaction. I bust on her a bit, call her out for not having white friends, call her out for being a BU asian girl. Inferno's girl is really intense, very little smiling and super-focused on specifics and details. Not surprisingly, she's some kind of nocturnal number-cruncher for a massive faceless company.
It was halfway through this interaction that I realized how much sharper my social skills have gotten from continuous daygame. I was really getting along extremely well with them, and could get wonderful validation-times reactions from them nearly at will.
Anyway, we kind of briefly discuss comfort shit. It's not as extensive as I prefer. I keep on saying things like, "How did you get like this?" or "Where did this come from?" And tried to get her to talk about herself. I think I told her some grounding stuff. Overall the interaction was mostly attraction.
I would have fully shifted into comfort, but Inferno's girl said she wanted to go to the "bathroom" and Ultimatum'd my girl, so they both left. I don't think my AZN realized what her friend meant by 'going to the bathroom', so she thought it was premature for me to get her number when I offered to grab it. Oh well.
We bounced around a while, I didn't spend much time talking to other girls, as far as I can recall.
I crash at ae82's place, and beat the Ninja Gaiden 2 boss after 3 tries, which he couldn't complete on his own. What a n00b. And as usual, he sleepwalks in later and tries to steal my blankets, muttering absolute gibberish and looking really pissed off. It's almost normal now.
The next day, we hit up the talk, which was great, and then I do some gaydame with Inferno at the CopPru. I opened this little indian dental student, who really seemed to be interested in me, and i would have loved to extend our conversation, but I got a miniaturized version of attraction, comfort, and rapport in the time we had. I grabbed her digits.
I opened a taller blackish-indian chick from behind, but she jumped when I tapped her shoulder, and no amount of bailing could salvage the sinking set. It was done despite my best attempts to pace her reality, slow her down, and get her attention.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
FR: recent Boston immigrants
I went out today and I was on. On? ON!
I roll to Park st., open hot indian girl walking towards T. Decent open, but she is about to enter the T terminal and she says she has to go.
At the commons, I see someone sitting down. I see a punk haircut, maybe a guy, maybe girl, I circle around to see what's up. She might be Asian! I roll in, she IS azn, and she's hot. HB 7.5. Open direct, talk about her haircut. I lock in (and hilariously FTC hahaha MM FTW) by sitting down, and I playfully bust on her for her portffolio case, which looks like a nuclear briefcase, and we talk a little about the city. She's from Portland, and knows about my school. We chat it up about Maine, a little accent jokes, etc. I ask what's going on, she lives across the street (at Downtown Crossing? CRazy, for only 1800$) with her live-in BF. Whoops. We chat a little more, I go on my way to "harass more people".
I see two girls that are hot that I don't talk to. No worries, no regrets on these, they were mostly a matter of difficult logistics.
I roll to Copley, and as I'm walking through the skywalk, I see an leggy azn girl sitting there, looking at her cell phone. She is a 8 from a distance. I go down the stairs and escalator, pretend to be looking for a friend, and then pseudo-nervous, I walk past her again, then grab my balls, and just roll up on her. She is a 7 up close. She is super confused about my opener. Hoorah, another FOB. I slow down my speech. She is Japanese, so I start using 30% Japanese, a comfortable mix for me. She doesn't understand that I think she's cute, so I have to explain it to her. It's not as awkward as it sounds. We chat a little about Japanese phones, get the logistics, she lives near Symphony booyeah, and she plays the piano. Jigga what? She was a piano teacher in Japan. I mentally pop a boner. She's loving it, and I find out she has like 20 minutes to kill. I instabounce to Au Bon Pain. Walking through, I find out a little about her passions, etc. A little busting, she's not the normal FOB, fairly goofy and funny, which is cool. Lots of great eye contact going on, and I sometimes just say "what? what? what?" to her, and sometimes don't answer her questions, and just look at her eyes, smiling. It seems to work well. I act like I'm not nervous and trying to think of stuff, and it comes off 100% congruent. Eventually, half-way through, when I realized she was a human being, it just went away completely. Grab her number while talking. I grounded myself fully, and I understood her pretty well. Felt like there was a good connection. She has to bounce to meet her friend.
Cool.
Now I'm just in state like none other. It's not a sexual frenzy, but it is a social frenzy. I'm ready to open anything with legs.
I rock over to Newbury St.
I'm at about Aldo/Aldo Accessories area, and I see this black chick walk past. I was fantasizing about a girl like this as I was coming in today, a little hoodrat with big titties and a crude vocabulary and shit. I've been withholding the hand for the last 5 days, and this girl drove me crazy. 5'2", black, fairly slim/healthy build, C-D cups, amazing face, braided fro thingy, in the slinkiest and lowest cut dress ever. HB9. I mentally visualize dropping a load on her face. I walk past, and then start off for her. I approach from behind, tap her on the shoulder and open her directly. I can't for the life of me recall exact stuff, but I joked about her having a swagger, get her to take off her earplugs, and I find out she's from Chicago. I lead the way down the street, she shit tests me about which direction I was going, but I kind of blow it off. We start having a good conversation. She doesn't know much of the city, and she's just walking around drinking in the sights, so I agree to guide her just to the Public Garden. (Just for the record, I ended up spending like 1.5 hours with this girl, and it was really fun.) We talk about our backgrounds. I talk about Chicago, travelling, she shares, I bust on her regularly (like every 5 minutes) until much later in the interaction. I guide her through the garden, to Fanuiel, got her number there while sitting near the Breakdancers, back to the Commons, and eventually to Park St Station, where we parted ways.
She's a very positive girl, who has her own set of values. She grew up in central Chicago, but is doing chemical research and she's very smart. She talks like a Georgia hoodrat, though. I spoke very articulately, which threw her off a little, but I think it was overall a big DHV, as I think she likes being around smart people and considering herself smart. She also entered the state beauty pageant, although was not a finalist. I would like to meet who beat her, because they could not have had nicer, firmer titties.
A brief aside- her titties. They were perky, despite clearly having no bra on under her dress. They were big. I spent most of my concentration NOT looking at her titties, and laughing when she told me stories of guys hitting on her. "Ha ha ha what a bunch of chumps! Could you, perhaps, show me them titties?" She told me that guys hit on her like 10x a day. I experienced nothing like that while rolling w/ her, which I was kind of looking forward to. I wanted to AMOG some guys and really protect her from the pervs of Boston, but no such luck. But yeah, her titties were everything I could ever hope for.
Kino wise, I spent some time hi fiving, I would touch her shoulder a lot for emphasis, and for a few minutes, I put my arm around her. Stupidly, I built negative compliance momentum, because I asked if she had defenses against a headlock, and joked about it, and she removed my arm. I don't know if it was a negative reaction to the kino, or just not wanting a headlock. Lesson learned, don't ever make the kino negative. Also, if I get negative compliance, headlock that bitch (optional chokehold).
It's interesting, because I started calibrating to her: I found a tone of voice that would make her laugh or comply (it was very authoritative), and I found which kind of jokes were working, and which were not, and I dropped the jokes that weren't. It was eerie, like I could see them coming.
Sometimes she would lead, like she wanted to get ice cream from the B&J near the park plaza hotel, which I was not aware of. I let her lead, playing it off like a joke, and it's fun to see where she'll lead me. Turns out she's right, and she hooks me up with free ice cream, because she knew the female working behind the counter. Cool. Sometimes, she would stop while we were walking to say or emphasize something, but so did I. I led maybe 70-80%, she led the rest. It seemed to work well. I would let her cut me off sometimes verbally, but I would talk over her or cut her off as well at times, so it seemed to be working all right.
I would say the one thing I was not doing well was getting sexuality/physical comfort going. I did one or two sexual double entendres, and I think a minor sexual roleplay (extremely minor). It's strange, because everyone says day game means !hands off!, but it felt like I should have had my arms around her waist at points, and I felt like I was choding out by not kinoing her harder. Maybe I'm totally off, and I did too much. She was trying to figure out ADD style how to get back home, and I asked her what her final destination was, and she gave me this look, like 'I'm not going to tell you where I live' or something. I clear up the issue, and say "you think the worst of everyone, huh?" which might have fucked me, because it made going back to her place seem like a bad intention or something.
Anyway, with her number (and I told her I'd call her this weekend), I get on the T. I smile the whole way back, and weird out the people sitting around me.
I'm thinking of them titties. THEM TITTIES. Too many Yolandas throwing up they titties. haha this no porn/jerking streak is making me lose my mind.
A great day, though, and I really have ZERO REGRETS about today. I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!
I roll to Park st., open hot indian girl walking towards T. Decent open, but she is about to enter the T terminal and she says she has to go.
At the commons, I see someone sitting down. I see a punk haircut, maybe a guy, maybe girl, I circle around to see what's up. She might be Asian! I roll in, she IS azn, and she's hot. HB 7.5. Open direct, talk about her haircut. I lock in (and hilariously FTC hahaha MM FTW) by sitting down, and I playfully bust on her for her portffolio case, which looks like a nuclear briefcase, and we talk a little about the city. She's from Portland, and knows about my school. We chat it up about Maine, a little accent jokes, etc. I ask what's going on, she lives across the street (at Downtown Crossing? CRazy, for only 1800$) with her live-in BF. Whoops. We chat a little more, I go on my way to "harass more people".
I see two girls that are hot that I don't talk to. No worries, no regrets on these, they were mostly a matter of difficult logistics.
I roll to Copley, and as I'm walking through the skywalk, I see an leggy azn girl sitting there, looking at her cell phone. She is a 8 from a distance. I go down the stairs and escalator, pretend to be looking for a friend, and then pseudo-nervous, I walk past her again, then grab my balls, and just roll up on her. She is a 7 up close. She is super confused about my opener. Hoorah, another FOB. I slow down my speech. She is Japanese, so I start using 30% Japanese, a comfortable mix for me. She doesn't understand that I think she's cute, so I have to explain it to her. It's not as awkward as it sounds. We chat a little about Japanese phones, get the logistics, she lives near Symphony booyeah, and she plays the piano. Jigga what? She was a piano teacher in Japan. I mentally pop a boner. She's loving it, and I find out she has like 20 minutes to kill. I instabounce to Au Bon Pain. Walking through, I find out a little about her passions, etc. A little busting, she's not the normal FOB, fairly goofy and funny, which is cool. Lots of great eye contact going on, and I sometimes just say "what? what? what?" to her, and sometimes don't answer her questions, and just look at her eyes, smiling. It seems to work well. I act like I'm not nervous and trying to think of stuff, and it comes off 100% congruent. Eventually, half-way through, when I realized she was a human being, it just went away completely. Grab her number while talking. I grounded myself fully, and I understood her pretty well. Felt like there was a good connection. She has to bounce to meet her friend.
Cool.
Now I'm just in state like none other. It's not a sexual frenzy, but it is a social frenzy. I'm ready to open anything with legs.
I rock over to Newbury St.
I'm at about Aldo/Aldo Accessories area, and I see this black chick walk past. I was fantasizing about a girl like this as I was coming in today, a little hoodrat with big titties and a crude vocabulary and shit. I've been withholding the hand for the last 5 days, and this girl drove me crazy. 5'2", black, fairly slim/healthy build, C-D cups, amazing face, braided fro thingy, in the slinkiest and lowest cut dress ever. HB9. I mentally visualize dropping a load on her face. I walk past, and then start off for her. I approach from behind, tap her on the shoulder and open her directly. I can't for the life of me recall exact stuff, but I joked about her having a swagger, get her to take off her earplugs, and I find out she's from Chicago. I lead the way down the street, she shit tests me about which direction I was going, but I kind of blow it off. We start having a good conversation. She doesn't know much of the city, and she's just walking around drinking in the sights, so I agree to guide her just to the Public Garden. (Just for the record, I ended up spending like 1.5 hours with this girl, and it was really fun.) We talk about our backgrounds. I talk about Chicago, travelling, she shares, I bust on her regularly (like every 5 minutes) until much later in the interaction. I guide her through the garden, to Fanuiel, got her number there while sitting near the Breakdancers, back to the Commons, and eventually to Park St Station, where we parted ways.
She's a very positive girl, who has her own set of values. She grew up in central Chicago, but is doing chemical research and she's very smart. She talks like a Georgia hoodrat, though. I spoke very articulately, which threw her off a little, but I think it was overall a big DHV, as I think she likes being around smart people and considering herself smart. She also entered the state beauty pageant, although was not a finalist. I would like to meet who beat her, because they could not have had nicer, firmer titties.
A brief aside- her titties. They were perky, despite clearly having no bra on under her dress. They were big. I spent most of my concentration NOT looking at her titties, and laughing when she told me stories of guys hitting on her. "Ha ha ha what a bunch of chumps! Could you, perhaps, show me them titties?" She told me that guys hit on her like 10x a day. I experienced nothing like that while rolling w/ her, which I was kind of looking forward to. I wanted to AMOG some guys and really protect her from the pervs of Boston, but no such luck. But yeah, her titties were everything I could ever hope for.
Kino wise, I spent some time hi fiving, I would touch her shoulder a lot for emphasis, and for a few minutes, I put my arm around her. Stupidly, I built negative compliance momentum, because I asked if she had defenses against a headlock, and joked about it, and she removed my arm. I don't know if it was a negative reaction to the kino, or just not wanting a headlock. Lesson learned, don't ever make the kino negative. Also, if I get negative compliance, headlock that bitch (optional chokehold).
It's interesting, because I started calibrating to her: I found a tone of voice that would make her laugh or comply (it was very authoritative), and I found which kind of jokes were working, and which were not, and I dropped the jokes that weren't. It was eerie, like I could see them coming.
Sometimes she would lead, like she wanted to get ice cream from the B&J near the park plaza hotel, which I was not aware of. I let her lead, playing it off like a joke, and it's fun to see where she'll lead me. Turns out she's right, and she hooks me up with free ice cream, because she knew the female working behind the counter. Cool. Sometimes, she would stop while we were walking to say or emphasize something, but so did I. I led maybe 70-80%, she led the rest. It seemed to work well. I would let her cut me off sometimes verbally, but I would talk over her or cut her off as well at times, so it seemed to be working all right.
I would say the one thing I was not doing well was getting sexuality/physical comfort going. I did one or two sexual double entendres, and I think a minor sexual roleplay (extremely minor). It's strange, because everyone says day game means !hands off!, but it felt like I should have had my arms around her waist at points, and I felt like I was choding out by not kinoing her harder. Maybe I'm totally off, and I did too much. She was trying to figure out ADD style how to get back home, and I asked her what her final destination was, and she gave me this look, like 'I'm not going to tell you where I live' or something. I clear up the issue, and say "you think the worst of everyone, huh?" which might have fucked me, because it made going back to her place seem like a bad intention or something.
Anyway, with her number (and I told her I'd call her this weekend), I get on the T. I smile the whole way back, and weird out the people sitting around me.
I'm thinking of them titties. THEM TITTIES. Too many Yolandas throwing up they titties. haha this no porn/jerking streak is making me lose my mind.
A great day, though, and I really have ZERO REGRETS about today. I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Flake
I assume I got flaked by HBadopted, which is good. I was yet to have had a really meaningful rapport with someone followed by a flake. I feel like this hardening will help me keep on pushing myself: there's no phone number that's gauranteed solid, get over it.
Establishing meaningful rapport isn't a big deal, although it is something that I should be getting better at doing quickly, but that's about it.
Establishing meaningful rapport isn't a big deal, although it is something that I should be getting better at doing quickly, but that's about it.
Phone Game
So...
I am deleting numbers from my phone. I see one that says 'Mia', which I don't recognize. So, I call it up.
It was super awkward, because she couldn't speak English at all. I assumed it was some FOB AZN that I cracked way back in the day before I started adding HB to the names of all female interests in my phone.
TURNS OUT, it was actually a girl that Nashville (Doc's friend) opened up and number closed back in the day, using my phone because his phone had no juice.
POINT BEING, I'm going to use this as a story for phone game from henceforth, but changing one vital element. I'm going to claim that he had supposedly boned her, and she said all kinds of nasty shit to me before establishing I was someone else. Thus it's a vaguely funny story to tell right as you call somebody up.
Anyways, I called up my sister, voicemail. I called up my buddy Bravado, and got my verbals pumping. I called up HBadopted, voicemail. I call up HBnastyballet, voicemail. My voicemail for them all is, "Hey, it's Evan. I'll be in and out for a while, so try to get a hold of me." I send a text to HBrandomFOB, no response.
I'll text HBadopted and nastyballet in a week or two for final calls, but it feels like they're both flakes. UGGH! I don't have to mention that I would prefer they hadn't flaked. Especially adopted, I was really interested in her, felt that we had established a CLEAR line of rapport, plus she was reading Philip Roth and David Sedaris, which I'm down wit.
Time to grab more wooden numbers! Yeeehaaa!
I am deleting numbers from my phone. I see one that says 'Mia', which I don't recognize. So, I call it up.
It was super awkward, because she couldn't speak English at all. I assumed it was some FOB AZN that I cracked way back in the day before I started adding HB to the names of all female interests in my phone.
TURNS OUT, it was actually a girl that Nashville (Doc's friend) opened up and number closed back in the day, using my phone because his phone had no juice.
POINT BEING, I'm going to use this as a story for phone game from henceforth, but changing one vital element. I'm going to claim that he had supposedly boned her, and she said all kinds of nasty shit to me before establishing I was someone else. Thus it's a vaguely funny story to tell right as you call somebody up.
Anyways, I called up my sister, voicemail. I called up my buddy Bravado, and got my verbals pumping. I called up HBadopted, voicemail. I call up HBnastyballet, voicemail. My voicemail for them all is, "Hey, it's Evan. I'll be in and out for a while, so try to get a hold of me." I send a text to HBrandomFOB, no response.
I'll text HBadopted and nastyballet in a week or two for final calls, but it feels like they're both flakes. UGGH! I don't have to mention that I would prefer they hadn't flaked. Especially adopted, I was really interested in her, felt that we had established a CLEAR line of rapport, plus she was reading Philip Roth and David Sedaris, which I'm down wit.
Time to grab more wooden numbers! Yeeehaaa!
Going out, staying hungry
Yesterday was the first day in nearly 2 weeks where I didn't go out to Pick up.
I went to a Red Sox game last evening, and almost approached girls there. I don't mind the weight on my shoulders to approach all the time, because I need the boost in my skillset. However, I didn't approach at the game. It happens.
I'm sure eventually I won't need to approach every vaguely attractive girl, but right now I feel that need, and it's useful.
I went to a Red Sox game last evening, and almost approached girls there. I don't mind the weight on my shoulders to approach all the time, because I need the boost in my skillset. However, I didn't approach at the game. It happens.
I'm sure eventually I won't need to approach every vaguely attractive girl, but right now I feel that need, and it's useful.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
NEW TACTICS
Stuff to try out:
-Do a Jagger Imitation ("Do your best Jagger")
-Joan Rivers style: "Who are you wearing and what are your moves?"
-Three word sentences ONLY
NOTES FROM CAJUN ABOUT BL:
-move like you're underwater, and only when you need to
-As many chicken dances and Jagger Swaggers as possible
-more physically comfortable than everyone else in the group
-RELAX the eyes
-fearless interaction: study her whole face like it's a microscope slide of some bizarre culture, head to the side with the lips pursed with mild sexual arousal and intent.
-Call the bluff of shit tests/verbal attacks with stare-down, and then SOI them for having balls.
-Do a Jagger Imitation ("Do your best Jagger")
-Joan Rivers style: "Who are you wearing and what are your moves?"
-Three word sentences ONLY
NOTES FROM CAJUN ABOUT BL:
-move like you're underwater, and only when you need to
-As many chicken dances and Jagger Swaggers as possible
-more physically comfortable than everyone else in the group
-RELAX the eyes
-fearless interaction: study her whole face like it's a microscope slide of some bizarre culture, head to the side with the lips pursed with mild sexual arousal and intent.
-Call the bluff of shit tests/verbal attacks with stare-down, and then SOI them for having balls.
OR: FUCK
I went out and struck out. I ended up sitting next to this hot asian girl who got really weirded out by me doing a double take when I saw her. She pretended to be asleep. I kept on psyching myself up to talk to her and never did. This is bush league.
I thought I gave myself permission to not approach girls if I didn't want to today. And yet I really let myself down. I'm going to need a two-set opener for the daytime, because I'm tired of seeing hot girls walk past me and me not giving myself permission to talk to them.
It's funny, talking to a stranger isn't a big deal. Today, I wondered how I could have survived in this world from infancy if I'm not even strong enough to talk to some random girl(s).
It's all about the momentum. The first set is always the hardest, and it needs to be done as soon and as mindlessly as possible.
Not to compound the problem, but there is still the looming issues of undeservingness and needing them to like (validate) me when I open. Those will go away if I open a fuck-ton of girls. Opening a fuck-ton of girls is really hard.
I really want to turn this around.
I thought I gave myself permission to not approach girls if I didn't want to today. And yet I really let myself down. I'm going to need a two-set opener for the daytime, because I'm tired of seeing hot girls walk past me and me not giving myself permission to talk to them.
It's funny, talking to a stranger isn't a big deal. Today, I wondered how I could have survived in this world from infancy if I'm not even strong enough to talk to some random girl(s).
It's all about the momentum. The first set is always the hardest, and it needs to be done as soon and as mindlessly as possible.
Not to compound the problem, but there is still the looming issues of undeservingness and needing them to like (validate) me when I open. Those will go away if I open a fuck-ton of girls. Opening a fuck-ton of girls is really hard.
I really want to turn this around.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
FR
Went out with my good friend Mr. Awesome and crew to cast him off or something. It was a good time, we all had a blast. We created a man-circle on the dancefloor at Gypsy. Good times. I peaced out early because I had to get home and wake up to go to sailing lessons.
Turns out that wasn't necessary, but no worries.
Go home, almost talk to this good looking little Asian girl, but pussy out waiting for post JFK-Umass to make sure we can talk. She gets off.
Get off the train, walk home. Halfway there, I open two girls, fatty and littley UG4 and HB6. They are visibly drunk. I engage them well, talking nonsense and really getting them going. I act as guide for the area, get them Chinese food, and we joke around a lot. I'm mad kinoing the little one, and we have a few almost-kisses. It's hard to do that and still not get too sleazy for the fatty. Anyway, the fatty drives me home, and I regretfully DO NOT OVERSELL MY HOUSE and just number close. They certainly would have come in if I had realized this in time. And I certainly would have boned little HB6 Ballet dancer girl. Live and learn.
I ended my no-whacking-it run at 5 days. It wasn't a clean 5 days though, I kind of cheated around the edges. No worries, I'm starting it up for real now. No porning, no touching, unless they are for sarge purposes.
Turns out that wasn't necessary, but no worries.
Go home, almost talk to this good looking little Asian girl, but pussy out waiting for post JFK-Umass to make sure we can talk. She gets off.
Get off the train, walk home. Halfway there, I open two girls, fatty and littley UG4 and HB6. They are visibly drunk. I engage them well, talking nonsense and really getting them going. I act as guide for the area, get them Chinese food, and we joke around a lot. I'm mad kinoing the little one, and we have a few almost-kisses. It's hard to do that and still not get too sleazy for the fatty. Anyway, the fatty drives me home, and I regretfully DO NOT OVERSELL MY HOUSE and just number close. They certainly would have come in if I had realized this in time. And I certainly would have boned little HB6 Ballet dancer girl. Live and learn.
I ended my no-whacking-it run at 5 days. It wasn't a clean 5 days though, I kind of cheated around the edges. No worries, I'm starting it up for real now. No porning, no touching, unless they are for sarge purposes.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
IT HAS BEGUN
I talked to my ideal girl today. She was almost directly from my description of my ideal girl that I put on my bucket list. Her hair was a few inches too long, and she wasn't in perfect shape. She maybe blew me off, but told me she was going back to India tomorrow.
Point being: I talked to her.
I fucking rock. If I can do that, I can do anything.
Point being: I talked to her.
I fucking rock. If I can do that, I can do anything.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
FR: Gypsy
Wnet out with my boy Bravado to celebrate his 22nd, then went out with some other people. Joked around with some of the girls, had a decent time. Then I went to Gypsy with AE82Power and a friend who is partially non-community.
I went in and starting opening sets, getting momentum. I did the metal sign opening thing, and opened a few other 2 sets. They usually opened very well, because I was feeling super-dominant, but then they fizzled, because I somehow wasn't thinking of things to say. I was way too much in attract-n'-dominate mode, and not enough in realworld seduction mode.
A good example:
I opened a 2set of Latinas, HB7+5 who were dancing. "Is this a competition? Do I need to be the judge? (laughter) I saw some intense stares here (laughter)." I almost comically dominantly introduce myself and get their names. The 7 is trying to point out the 5. I search for things to say and end up cold reading them as the most evil girls in the room (laughter). Some other stuff, I tell the 5 if she keeps dancing like that, I won't be able to control myself (laughter). Without a wing, I just dancing monkey for a bit and then leave to find my friends.
Whatever.
Point being, ae82 was having a very tough time with AA. I was trying to help him out, to no avail. I would literally guide him physically to the sets of girls, tell him just to say "hi" and he would puss out.
I've never been that bad, but I've had similar things during day game, where I'll start walking towards a girl as a gesture that I'm GOING TO DO IT, and then end up not doing it and getting pissed at myself.
He was venting for like an hour afterwards, and was saying that he went out and did the bootcamp and had gone out a lot in the past, and thought that at this point, he should be over it.
I said that you never get over the fear of the approach, you have to always work at it.
I realized that had a lot to do with my earlier post about my own AA, and how paying somebody or getting advice from somebody isn't going to be as helpful as continuing to go out there and keep the skillset up there.
But it will help, so I'm going for it.
I went in and starting opening sets, getting momentum. I did the metal sign opening thing, and opened a few other 2 sets. They usually opened very well, because I was feeling super-dominant, but then they fizzled, because I somehow wasn't thinking of things to say. I was way too much in attract-n'-dominate mode, and not enough in realworld seduction mode.
A good example:
I opened a 2set of Latinas, HB7+5 who were dancing. "Is this a competition? Do I need to be the judge? (laughter) I saw some intense stares here (laughter)." I almost comically dominantly introduce myself and get their names. The 7 is trying to point out the 5. I search for things to say and end up cold reading them as the most evil girls in the room (laughter). Some other stuff, I tell the 5 if she keeps dancing like that, I won't be able to control myself (laughter). Without a wing, I just dancing monkey for a bit and then leave to find my friends.
Whatever.
Point being, ae82 was having a very tough time with AA. I was trying to help him out, to no avail. I would literally guide him physically to the sets of girls, tell him just to say "hi" and he would puss out.
I've never been that bad, but I've had similar things during day game, where I'll start walking towards a girl as a gesture that I'm GOING TO DO IT, and then end up not doing it and getting pissed at myself.
He was venting for like an hour afterwards, and was saying that he went out and did the bootcamp and had gone out a lot in the past, and thought that at this point, he should be over it.
I said that you never get over the fear of the approach, you have to always work at it.
I realized that had a lot to do with my earlier post about my own AA, and how paying somebody or getting advice from somebody isn't going to be as helpful as continuing to go out there and keep the skillset up there.
But it will help, so I'm going for it.
Friday, June 13, 2008
One of the worst days in a long time
An exceptionally frustrating day today.
I got in an accident on my way to work, some dude hit me from behind.
After work, I started sarging, and just got back. That's about 2.5 decent hours of sarging.
Stats:
Approaches: .5
Girls that I regret not talking to: Countless
I really really wanted to push myself, once I noticed I wasn't opening sets. I started taking things really personally, and started getting very upset with myself. I became more and more emotionally overwhelmed by the situation (the situation being that I'll never push myself and thus never get good), which conveniently made me too overwhelmed to actually handle the problem and start talking to women.
I got really really down on myself, feeling like I'll never get good at this, because I never can push myself, and I can never make myself do minimum game.
Then I started having bad thoughts, like I thought about how EVEN IF I roll up with a great state, relaxed and normal, wearing one of my nicest outfits, and being super friendly/talkative/playful, I still won't be able to land a HB 10.
I thought about how deep down, I'm a lonely person, and have been throughout my whole life. This is kind of true, and I don't think it's some rationalization of mine. Growing up, I was alone in many ways. My mom scheduled all the friends into my life when I was young, and I remember enjoying doing it, but I also remember spending a lot of time alone, and feeling alone. When we went camping, I would wander off on my own for hours. I liked to spend time alone, thinking. In high school, I was miserable and alone, with only a few friends that I had made out of complete mutual neediness.
I don't know how that affects me now, but there is a fundamental NEED I have to be accepted by others that gets put into massive jeopardy when I go sarging.
So yea, I was having lots of negative thoughts about what I'm capable and not capable of, and what kind of person I am. I haven't lost state and gone negative in a long time, which is good. I used to spend all my time negative, then most, then some, and now I spend very little time being negative or getting emotionally overwhelmed by frustrating situations. But it made today really bad, and I kind of spiralled.
I know all my internal problems relating to this would be FIXED EVENTUALLY if I just ALWAYS approached girls I was attracted to, because eventually I would start succeeding and having these girls in my life, and that would fix all my "deservingness" beliefs and beliefs about what kind of life I can make for myself. It's just that every day I go out and DO NOT push myself, the more a life of bitterness, loneliness and regret seems likely. I think I can see where I'm going if I continue like this. It doesn't look good. I need to change something.
I don't even really need the REAL inner game fix right now. I literally just need to program a hot girl=approach equation into my brain, and my problems will start to right themselves. I'm going to ask all my buddies in the community about how to program this into my brain. A few people come to mind who really seem to have no problem pushing themselves to approach, even when they're having trouble: Doc, Saffron, Entropy, Smallville, Bravado. No surprise that they are some of the best in the local lair. I feel like a retard asking these guys for help, but I feel even more like a retard thinking that I shouldn't.
Actually check that. ANYBODY WHO READS THIS WHO HAS NO PROBLEM PUSHING THEMSELVES, WRITE A COMMENT/TEXT ME/EMAIL ME/CALL ME/PM ME. I will listen to anybody who has ideas on how to push myself. I have tried the 100$ thing before, and I have MUCH less of a problem doing this with friends around, because my needs for acceptance are already met by virtue of hanging with someone.
I got in an accident on my way to work, some dude hit me from behind.
After work, I started sarging, and just got back. That's about 2.5 decent hours of sarging.
Stats:
Approaches: .5
Girls that I regret not talking to: Countless
I really really wanted to push myself, once I noticed I wasn't opening sets. I started taking things really personally, and started getting very upset with myself. I became more and more emotionally overwhelmed by the situation (the situation being that I'll never push myself and thus never get good), which conveniently made me too overwhelmed to actually handle the problem and start talking to women.
I got really really down on myself, feeling like I'll never get good at this, because I never can push myself, and I can never make myself do minimum game.
Then I started having bad thoughts, like I thought about how EVEN IF I roll up with a great state, relaxed and normal, wearing one of my nicest outfits, and being super friendly/talkative/playful, I still won't be able to land a HB 10.
I thought about how deep down, I'm a lonely person, and have been throughout my whole life. This is kind of true, and I don't think it's some rationalization of mine. Growing up, I was alone in many ways. My mom scheduled all the friends into my life when I was young, and I remember enjoying doing it, but I also remember spending a lot of time alone, and feeling alone. When we went camping, I would wander off on my own for hours. I liked to spend time alone, thinking. In high school, I was miserable and alone, with only a few friends that I had made out of complete mutual neediness.
I don't know how that affects me now, but there is a fundamental NEED I have to be accepted by others that gets put into massive jeopardy when I go sarging.
So yea, I was having lots of negative thoughts about what I'm capable and not capable of, and what kind of person I am. I haven't lost state and gone negative in a long time, which is good. I used to spend all my time negative, then most, then some, and now I spend very little time being negative or getting emotionally overwhelmed by frustrating situations. But it made today really bad, and I kind of spiralled.
I know all my internal problems relating to this would be FIXED EVENTUALLY if I just ALWAYS approached girls I was attracted to, because eventually I would start succeeding and having these girls in my life, and that would fix all my "deservingness" beliefs and beliefs about what kind of life I can make for myself. It's just that every day I go out and DO NOT push myself, the more a life of bitterness, loneliness and regret seems likely. I think I can see where I'm going if I continue like this. It doesn't look good. I need to change something.
I don't even really need the REAL inner game fix right now. I literally just need to program a hot girl=approach equation into my brain, and my problems will start to right themselves. I'm going to ask all my buddies in the community about how to program this into my brain. A few people come to mind who really seem to have no problem pushing themselves to approach, even when they're having trouble: Doc, Saffron, Entropy, Smallville, Bravado. No surprise that they are some of the best in the local lair. I feel like a retard asking these guys for help, but I feel even more like a retard thinking that I shouldn't.
Actually check that. ANYBODY WHO READS THIS WHO HAS NO PROBLEM PUSHING THEMSELVES, WRITE A COMMENT/TEXT ME/EMAIL ME/CALL ME/PM ME. I will listen to anybody who has ideas on how to push myself. I have tried the 100$ thing before, and I have MUCH less of a problem doing this with friends around, because my needs for acceptance are already met by virtue of hanging with someone.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
OR
-Went out, opened Asian girls and some other non-asians, 0 numbers.
-I really don't want to think about the sets right now, but I should start analyzing all of them, and looking for commonalities.
-Had a good time with Brahmin, who's a funny guy.
-Looking to push myself with the hotter women still. When I see the hottest, I don't go for it. That's the deciding factor between the perma-rAFC and the PUA. The PUSH.
-I really don't want to think about the sets right now, but I should start analyzing all of them, and looking for commonalities.
-Had a good time with Brahmin, who's a funny guy.
-Looking to push myself with the hotter women still. When I see the hottest, I don't go for it. That's the deciding factor between the perma-rAFC and the PUA. The PUSH.
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