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Sunday, October 18, 2009
First San Diego Make-out. Hell, First COUGAR Make-out!
Date Occurred: Oct. 11th
I actually wasn’t feeling too good about the night. The previous day had been terrible: Gordon and I couldn’t get into any parties. I was also worried that my biweekly three day weekends would become a curse. My job gives me every other Friday off and my last three-day weekend was absolutely terrible. The night would prove that my fear of my long weekends was mere paranoia.
Like last week, the day started at the mall. Frankie, Charleeboy, Gordon, Fallout, and I all went to the mall. Fallout, Frankie, and Charleeboy were all there to give advice and Gordon and I were there to take it. To make a long story short, I ended up getting a sexy red vintage shirt, like the kind Frankie likes to wear, and a fancy pair of boots to bring out my inner Texan.
Armed with a new pair of boots, a hot new shirt, and a Monster-scotch buzz I met up with the guys (Fallout, the_ninja, Charleeboy, Gordon, Slyde, J [not J the Ripper, but a different J], Mongomike, Sexter, M, and E) and went to Stingaree. It’s a large group, but that’s how we roll. Sadly, Frankie could not join us. I had also gotten my weekly CCSD goal: put my tongue in a woman’s mouth.
We were early, and the lack of people indicated such. That didn’t stop us from opening, though. Like usual, most of the sets weren’t significant, but there were a few events that really stuck out in my mind.
The first was a three set (HB7, HB8, HB8.5). I opened up the group. I can’t remember what I said, but I opened them. HB7 mentioned that they celebrating her boyfriend’s birthday. Fine if that’s how she wanted to play, then I’d play. I just started busting on her ruthlessly. First about her leaving her BF outside. Then about every single other excuse she made. Soon, Mongomike and one other guy (I can’t remember who, maybe Slyde or E) came in to wing me. Mongo teased HB8 as being the bad girl and the other guy took on HB7. This allowed HB8.5 and I to talk. We had a good conversation going (mostly through her effort) when HB7 mentioned something about her BF being here so the three of them left.
Afterward, J told me that HB8.5 was really into me, but HB7 broke her state by interrupting. Then she was able to pull the group away. J said I should have tried to break HB7’s state by engaging her.
The second set was this huge set of foreign exchange students that went to SDSU. They were all drunk out of their minds, and because I am naturally high-energy I was able to match their state long after I had sobered up. I had a lot of fun talking to the girls and the guys. One of them offered me some vodka, but much to our mutual dismay, the bottle was empty.
The third set was actually my first many-merger. I had opened a camera-girl at Stingaree last week. I saw her again this week and reopened her with, “Hey, you haven’t taken a picture of me yet!” She took one of me. “Now get a picture of all of us!” I am with a few members of CCSD. She says she needs to have some girls in the picture, too. Looking back, she really helped us out here. She not only gave us a good opener to use, but she guaranteed that we would have social proof when the pics went online.
Slyde and I immediately got on it. I found a large set of hot girls and Slyde (who apparently knew some of them already) and I told them our situation. They came back with us to our group of guys and I went off to find the camera girl. The end result: Charleeboy, Slyde, a couple of others, and I all taking a picture with a bunch of hot girls.
Slyde immediately went to work on phase two and he started trying to move us all to a more isolated place. However, we got separated from Slyde and three of the girls. Charleeboy, the others, and myself all gave up trying to find them while the girls continued to look for the rest of their friends. The end result was very very good for Slyde, but I’ll let him talk about that.
And then there were the users. What do I mean by “users?” These are the girls who are friendly and/or receptive to you at first because they just want something from you. I encountered two such sets. One I opened, the other opened me.
The first was a set birthday party set. They were kind at first and we had some fun before they all left to get drinks. Later, I reopened two of the girls in the set and they immediately asked for birthday drinks. I used my standard “I only buy drinks for girls after they kiss me” line. They immediately walked away.
The second was an Asian girl who came over and slapped my ass. I turned around and said, “Why did you do that?” or something like that. She asked me if I was the guy who was going to buy them a bottle. As soon as I said no, she walked away. In retrospect, I should have grabbed her ass when she slapped mine. Confused, I reopened. She said, “You have to buy us a bottle before you can talk to me.”
Fuck her. I replied with, “Honey, you should be buying me drinks.” Then one of her friends tried to intervene. I walked off and said, “It’s your loss, not mine.” They tried to say something back, but I was long gone. They weren’t even that hot. 6’s and 7’s, in other words, expendable.
For a brief period, J, M, E, and I went to JSix. I’m going be to up front about this: I hate JSix. Not once have I had fun while going there and going from target-rich, high-energy environment like Stingaree to a much quieter JSix is like coming off a buzz prematurely. Those of you who drink know what I’m talking about. It’s 11 PM and you have a good buzz going, one that you think is going to last you the rest of the night. Then, for some reason, you start sobering up at 11:30 and by 12 it’s like you never drank at all. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s the untimely death of a great buzz.
That said, I did accomplish a little bit while I was there. J was talking about staying in set long after they try to blow you out. I decided to try it out. I opened a 2set sitting down with the most fucked up thing I could possibly think of.
Me: Hello, I’m a complete douchebag! What’s your name?
One girl started laughing. The second one, the bitchy one, started, well, being a bitch. She kept trying to blow me out by telling me to go away, but I just stayed in and kept asking for her name. Finally I did leave. Usually, I would eject at the first sign of being blown out, but J was telling how he’s fucked girls who were cold to him at first simply by staying in set after they tried to blow him out.
E, after I told him to, entered that same set and opened with “Hi, I’m NOT a complete douchebag!” He had more success than I did, but the bitchy girl started being bitchy again.
The second set was much better. I opened a 2set (HB8 and HB7.5) sitting down on one of benches by complimenting the cuter girl on her jacket. J came in to wing me. After awhile, both girls were into J and neither of them were paying attention to me. Later, J told me that I didn’t do anything wrong, they were just more into to him than me.
Eventually, I convinced everyone to return to Stingaree with me. I wanted my buzz back.
Take two of Stingaree was better than the previous one.
The first one was a 3set. I saw an incredibility beautiful girl with glasses (HB9). I noticed that she also had a tattoo on her back. Perfect.
Me (said while lightly touching her shoulder to get her to turn around): I love that tattoo.
Glasses (she smiles and turns her body completely toward me): Thanks!
Me: Those glasses are hot, too. [Not my exact words, but pretty close.]
Glasses: [I can’t remember exactly what she said here because I was focusing on what her body was doing. She was getting closer to me and putting her arms around me. With kino like that, it didn’t matter what she was saying to me.]
Me: I love that blouse, too.
Glasses: [More touching.]
Me: What is your name?
Glasses: [Her name.]
Me: I had a friend in highschool named that.
Glasses: [She’s almost melting on me. She starts running her fingers along my shirt.] I like that shirt, it’s very daring.
Me: I’m a very daring guy.
Glasses: [Starts dancing on me. Then she turns around and starts grinding on me.]
There’s a quick break in the action before I isolate her. She starts talking to on of her friends and I start talking to another girl in the group. As soon as she turns her attention back toward me, I isolate her.
Me: Come with me for a second. [I move her to a chair and sit her on my lap.]
I try for the kiss, but I get ASD. She said she had a boyfriend, but her friends were single. I told her she was the one I wanted. She told me I was sweet, cute, and a whole bunch of other things but she wouldn’t cheat on her BF. We compromise. I get her number, Facebook, and a kiss on the cheek. She eventually had to rejoin her friends. I had caught the set at a bad time. They had lost one of her friends and were frantically looking for her. Afterward, J helped me break down what happened. I should have been more dominant when trying to isolate her.
The final set was the one that allowed me to accomplish my weekly goal. The funny thing about this set is that I ALMOST didn’t approach it. This is the set where the knowledge I learned at JSix came in handy. I opened the 2set (HB8 and HB8cougar) with a compliment.
Me: Those are very nice dresses.
HB8: [Ignoring me and trying to blow me out.]
Cougar: [I can’t remember what she said, but she was very receptive. She kept trying to turn her body toward me as HB8 kept trying to get her away and blow me out.]
Me: [Held my ground and kept talking. This is what J taught me at JSix.]
HB8 got distracted by some guy and let go of Cougar. As soon as that happened, Cougar pounced on me. She put her arms around me (I think around my face) and gave me a kiss on the lips.
Me (said in a very confident tone): That was good, but let me give you a better one!
Cougar lowered her head and covered her face with her hands while giggling. It was on like Donkey Kong. I think HB8 tried to come in again, but I’m not sure. Cougar and I were making out. CCSD weekly goal accomplished!
HB8 came in again and started physically trying to push me away. I just looked at her and smiled. Honestly, what could HB8 do? I was a big black and she was a little white girl. She couldn’t move me if she tried. I, out of my own free will, walked away, but not before I grabbed her arm and gently moved it way from me. I was sub-communicating that she was not really the one in control. I’ve kiss many girls on the lips since I’ve been to San Diego, but that was my first full make-out I had gotten since I came here.
For me this is becoming less about picking up girls and more about self-amusement. Surprisingly, it is working for me. The more I tried to amuse myself rather than the group, the more interesting to the set I became. Another part is simply being genuine, which helped with the last two sets I did that night. Probably the biggest thing I’ve noticed is that I’ve lost my fear of beauty. Back when I was in Austin, I would rarely approach any girl above and 8. Now that I’m in San Diego, where almost every girl is AT LEAST an 8, I can approach, and kiss-close, 8’s, and 9’s like it’s no big deal. I have yet to find a 10.
Now that I’ve finally got the make-out I’ve been craving, I think I’m going to stop that business for awhile. Making-out is nice, but it won’t get you laid (unless you’re J the Ripper). I’ll just stick to simple kisses on the lips to build arousal and go more for pulling and isolating.
Openers to use next time:
Hello, I’m a complete douchebag. What’s your name?
Hello, I don’t have a penis. What’s your name?
Guess what? I don’t have testicles! How are you?
I actually wasn’t feeling too good about the night. The previous day had been terrible: Gordon and I couldn’t get into any parties. I was also worried that my biweekly three day weekends would become a curse. My job gives me every other Friday off and my last three-day weekend was absolutely terrible. The night would prove that my fear of my long weekends was mere paranoia.
Like last week, the day started at the mall. Frankie, Charleeboy, Gordon, Fallout, and I all went to the mall. Fallout, Frankie, and Charleeboy were all there to give advice and Gordon and I were there to take it. To make a long story short, I ended up getting a sexy red vintage shirt, like the kind Frankie likes to wear, and a fancy pair of boots to bring out my inner Texan.
Armed with a new pair of boots, a hot new shirt, and a Monster-scotch buzz I met up with the guys (Fallout, the_ninja, Charleeboy, Gordon, Slyde, J [not J the Ripper, but a different J], Mongomike, Sexter, M, and E) and went to Stingaree. It’s a large group, but that’s how we roll. Sadly, Frankie could not join us. I had also gotten my weekly CCSD goal: put my tongue in a woman’s mouth.
We were early, and the lack of people indicated such. That didn’t stop us from opening, though. Like usual, most of the sets weren’t significant, but there were a few events that really stuck out in my mind.
The first was a three set (HB7, HB8, HB8.5). I opened up the group. I can’t remember what I said, but I opened them. HB7 mentioned that they celebrating her boyfriend’s birthday. Fine if that’s how she wanted to play, then I’d play. I just started busting on her ruthlessly. First about her leaving her BF outside. Then about every single other excuse she made. Soon, Mongomike and one other guy (I can’t remember who, maybe Slyde or E) came in to wing me. Mongo teased HB8 as being the bad girl and the other guy took on HB7. This allowed HB8.5 and I to talk. We had a good conversation going (mostly through her effort) when HB7 mentioned something about her BF being here so the three of them left.
Afterward, J told me that HB8.5 was really into me, but HB7 broke her state by interrupting. Then she was able to pull the group away. J said I should have tried to break HB7’s state by engaging her.
The second set was this huge set of foreign exchange students that went to SDSU. They were all drunk out of their minds, and because I am naturally high-energy I was able to match their state long after I had sobered up. I had a lot of fun talking to the girls and the guys. One of them offered me some vodka, but much to our mutual dismay, the bottle was empty.
The third set was actually my first many-merger. I had opened a camera-girl at Stingaree last week. I saw her again this week and reopened her with, “Hey, you haven’t taken a picture of me yet!” She took one of me. “Now get a picture of all of us!” I am with a few members of CCSD. She says she needs to have some girls in the picture, too. Looking back, she really helped us out here. She not only gave us a good opener to use, but she guaranteed that we would have social proof when the pics went online.
Slyde and I immediately got on it. I found a large set of hot girls and Slyde (who apparently knew some of them already) and I told them our situation. They came back with us to our group of guys and I went off to find the camera girl. The end result: Charleeboy, Slyde, a couple of others, and I all taking a picture with a bunch of hot girls.
Slyde immediately went to work on phase two and he started trying to move us all to a more isolated place. However, we got separated from Slyde and three of the girls. Charleeboy, the others, and myself all gave up trying to find them while the girls continued to look for the rest of their friends. The end result was very very good for Slyde, but I’ll let him talk about that.
And then there were the users. What do I mean by “users?” These are the girls who are friendly and/or receptive to you at first because they just want something from you. I encountered two such sets. One I opened, the other opened me.
The first was a set birthday party set. They were kind at first and we had some fun before they all left to get drinks. Later, I reopened two of the girls in the set and they immediately asked for birthday drinks. I used my standard “I only buy drinks for girls after they kiss me” line. They immediately walked away.
The second was an Asian girl who came over and slapped my ass. I turned around and said, “Why did you do that?” or something like that. She asked me if I was the guy who was going to buy them a bottle. As soon as I said no, she walked away. In retrospect, I should have grabbed her ass when she slapped mine. Confused, I reopened. She said, “You have to buy us a bottle before you can talk to me.”
Fuck her. I replied with, “Honey, you should be buying me drinks.” Then one of her friends tried to intervene. I walked off and said, “It’s your loss, not mine.” They tried to say something back, but I was long gone. They weren’t even that hot. 6’s and 7’s, in other words, expendable.
For a brief period, J, M, E, and I went to JSix. I’m going be to up front about this: I hate JSix. Not once have I had fun while going there and going from target-rich, high-energy environment like Stingaree to a much quieter JSix is like coming off a buzz prematurely. Those of you who drink know what I’m talking about. It’s 11 PM and you have a good buzz going, one that you think is going to last you the rest of the night. Then, for some reason, you start sobering up at 11:30 and by 12 it’s like you never drank at all. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s the untimely death of a great buzz.
That said, I did accomplish a little bit while I was there. J was talking about staying in set long after they try to blow you out. I decided to try it out. I opened a 2set sitting down with the most fucked up thing I could possibly think of.
Me: Hello, I’m a complete douchebag! What’s your name?
One girl started laughing. The second one, the bitchy one, started, well, being a bitch. She kept trying to blow me out by telling me to go away, but I just stayed in and kept asking for her name. Finally I did leave. Usually, I would eject at the first sign of being blown out, but J was telling how he’s fucked girls who were cold to him at first simply by staying in set after they tried to blow him out.
E, after I told him to, entered that same set and opened with “Hi, I’m NOT a complete douchebag!” He had more success than I did, but the bitchy girl started being bitchy again.
The second set was much better. I opened a 2set (HB8 and HB7.5) sitting down on one of benches by complimenting the cuter girl on her jacket. J came in to wing me. After awhile, both girls were into J and neither of them were paying attention to me. Later, J told me that I didn’t do anything wrong, they were just more into to him than me.
Eventually, I convinced everyone to return to Stingaree with me. I wanted my buzz back.
Take two of Stingaree was better than the previous one.
The first one was a 3set. I saw an incredibility beautiful girl with glasses (HB9). I noticed that she also had a tattoo on her back. Perfect.
Me (said while lightly touching her shoulder to get her to turn around): I love that tattoo.
Glasses (she smiles and turns her body completely toward me): Thanks!
Me: Those glasses are hot, too. [Not my exact words, but pretty close.]
Glasses: [I can’t remember exactly what she said here because I was focusing on what her body was doing. She was getting closer to me and putting her arms around me. With kino like that, it didn’t matter what she was saying to me.]
Me: I love that blouse, too.
Glasses: [More touching.]
Me: What is your name?
Glasses: [Her name.]
Me: I had a friend in highschool named that.
Glasses: [She’s almost melting on me. She starts running her fingers along my shirt.] I like that shirt, it’s very daring.
Me: I’m a very daring guy.
Glasses: [Starts dancing on me. Then she turns around and starts grinding on me.]
There’s a quick break in the action before I isolate her. She starts talking to on of her friends and I start talking to another girl in the group. As soon as she turns her attention back toward me, I isolate her.
Me: Come with me for a second. [I move her to a chair and sit her on my lap.]
I try for the kiss, but I get ASD. She said she had a boyfriend, but her friends were single. I told her she was the one I wanted. She told me I was sweet, cute, and a whole bunch of other things but she wouldn’t cheat on her BF. We compromise. I get her number, Facebook, and a kiss on the cheek. She eventually had to rejoin her friends. I had caught the set at a bad time. They had lost one of her friends and were frantically looking for her. Afterward, J helped me break down what happened. I should have been more dominant when trying to isolate her.
The final set was the one that allowed me to accomplish my weekly goal. The funny thing about this set is that I ALMOST didn’t approach it. This is the set where the knowledge I learned at JSix came in handy. I opened the 2set (HB8 and HB8cougar) with a compliment.
Me: Those are very nice dresses.
HB8: [Ignoring me and trying to blow me out.]
Cougar: [I can’t remember what she said, but she was very receptive. She kept trying to turn her body toward me as HB8 kept trying to get her away and blow me out.]
Me: [Held my ground and kept talking. This is what J taught me at JSix.]
HB8 got distracted by some guy and let go of Cougar. As soon as that happened, Cougar pounced on me. She put her arms around me (I think around my face) and gave me a kiss on the lips.
Me (said in a very confident tone): That was good, but let me give you a better one!
Cougar lowered her head and covered her face with her hands while giggling. It was on like Donkey Kong. I think HB8 tried to come in again, but I’m not sure. Cougar and I were making out. CCSD weekly goal accomplished!
HB8 came in again and started physically trying to push me away. I just looked at her and smiled. Honestly, what could HB8 do? I was a big black and she was a little white girl. She couldn’t move me if she tried. I, out of my own free will, walked away, but not before I grabbed her arm and gently moved it way from me. I was sub-communicating that she was not really the one in control. I’ve kiss many girls on the lips since I’ve been to San Diego, but that was my first full make-out I had gotten since I came here.
For me this is becoming less about picking up girls and more about self-amusement. Surprisingly, it is working for me. The more I tried to amuse myself rather than the group, the more interesting to the set I became. Another part is simply being genuine, which helped with the last two sets I did that night. Probably the biggest thing I’ve noticed is that I’ve lost my fear of beauty. Back when I was in Austin, I would rarely approach any girl above and 8. Now that I’m in San Diego, where almost every girl is AT LEAST an 8, I can approach, and kiss-close, 8’s, and 9’s like it’s no big deal. I have yet to find a 10.
Now that I’ve finally got the make-out I’ve been craving, I think I’m going to stop that business for awhile. Making-out is nice, but it won’t get you laid (unless you’re J the Ripper). I’ll just stick to simple kisses on the lips to build arousal and go more for pulling and isolating.
Openers to use next time:
Hello, I’m a complete douchebag. What’s your name?
Hello, I don’t have a penis. What’s your name?
Guess what? I don’t have testicles! How are you?
Last Call For Dick!
Work has been killing me as of late. Between work, going out, and reading Robert Greene's new book, I barely have time for anything else. Now that my lame excuse for not updating is out of the way, here is what you have all been waiting for.
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Date Occurred: Oct. 3rd
It was a day of learning. During the morning, I learned how to care for reptiles. During the afternoon, I learned the proper look I should be going for. During night, well, you’ll find out what I learned during the night…
The day started out with me getting up early to help out foster kids. It was a very rewarding experience that would become important later in the night.
After the event, I had to go to the mall with Frankie and Zach. They wanted to give me a fashion makeover. All this time I thought I was dressing well. Apparently not. Frankie and Zach told me I had a very powerful figure and I needed clothes that brought out that image. The end result: a couple of dress shirts, a new hairstyle (thanks Frankie), and better idea of what I should be shooting for.
Fast forward to Stingaree. I told Gordon that I would sarge sober that night so that meant no pre-gaming for me. Much to my surprise, being sober didn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would and as you will see, it did not mess with my game. Because Frankie is awesome, all of us (Fallout, Slide, Frankie, M, and J, and me) managed to get in to Stingaree for free.
The six of us moved upstairs and instantly started tearing the place apart. Slide opened a moving set by saying something to a very pretty blonde girl (HB8). She asked him for a cigarette and that’s where I came in. Another girl, Childcare (HB7.5), in the group opened me with a comment about how bad smoking is. She told me that she had quit smoking and I congratulated her. I am a non-smoker. We hit it off pretty well. She worked with children, a job she really loved. I talked about how that showed how caring and patient she was. I told my story about how I helped out foster children that morning to show that I too was caring. All the while, we were slowly moving away from her friends. It became obvious that she was into me, and that’s when things got interesting:
Childcare: Well I’m going to go to the bar and get drink.
Me: What? You’re not going to offer me one? [Said in a playful, but slightly taken aback tone]
Childcare: [laughs and smiles] You’re really smooth. I like how you did that.
Me: Thanks, so what else do you like about me?
Childcare: Come to the bar with me. I’ll buy you a drink, but I’m going to need your quarterback body to get through. (Can you say IOI?)
We moved to the bar. In retrospect, I should have taken her hand here as it would have fit the situation that I was “taking her through.” Coincidentally, we ended up by all of her friends. It turns out she was part of a bachelorette group. She ended up standing by them, but we were not close enough to the bar to order and I knew her friends would eventually take up her attention. So I saw an empty spot at the bar that was away from her friends, but close enough to that she would feel comfortable. We moved there.
Childcare: What do you want? Do you like beer?
Me: I don’t care what you get me as long as it’s not beer.
Childcare: [laughs] Any preference?
Me: Not really. Suggest something.
Childcare: How about a peach vodka tonic?
Me: Sounds good. [We get our drinks.]
Me: What are we cheering to?
Childcare: To how smooth you are. (Yeah, she liked me.)
Me: Works for me.
I know I told Gordon I wouldn’t drink tonight, but if a lady buys me a drink it would be rude to refuse. That would be the only drink I had that night.
Childcare and I talked a bit more and then went our separate ways. I would have kept going, but she was married and I don’t game married girls. I can see why she was married, she truly was a good person. Of all the many girls I’ve talked to, she is one of the few I will miss.
I reconnected with Slide as he was entertaining another bachelorette set. There were three of them and only one of him. I knew Slide was really good at game, but even experts like having help when they are outnumbered. I entered the set, and thus began the most important set of the night.
The three girls:
B2B – The bride to be. Her beauty isn’t important because neither of us were going for her.
Con (HB8) – A girl who lived in San Diego and was doing contract work.
LA (HB7) – She lived in LA and was here for the party.
I entered the set and started talking to Con. She was my target and my main focus. Every once in awhile, I would say a few words to LA. At this time, LA was not really included in the conversation, a problem I knew had to be fixed. Slide suggested the three of us move to the fire pit, and that’s when things really started to heat up.
Attraction was set and now it was time for comfort. I sat next to Con. while Slide sat next to B2B. LA stood by us. We were sitting right by the fire and this led to various jokes about the flames, but we weren’t done moving around yet. Slide, using his charisma, got people to move off of the couch across from the fire and our whole group ended up being able to sit down. Well, everyone except for Con, who I let sit on my lap. I like to mix compliance with convenience. Con had made it clear to me earlier that she wanted to sit down when she told me her feet hurting from wearing high heels. When we moved to the couch, I knew she still wanted to sit down but I had taken the last spot. So I told her to sit in my lap. I didn’t ask, I told. And she did. Would she have done it even if her feet weren’t tired? Maybe, but the fact that she wanted to sit down anyway gave her an excuse to comply with me. It raised the chance of success.
Eventually, Con revealed what system she works on at her company. Both Slide and I busted on her for it. And I told her she could no longer sit in my lap. In retrospect, it was probably too harsh of me because she looked kind of hurt when she stood up and got off my lap (she ended up sitting next to me, as the couch was less crowded now). At this point, her attention was turned toward Slide. This was a minor setback on my part, but was good for the group because it allowed me to turn my attention toward LA, who up to this point has been neglected by both Slide and me.
I started talking to LA. Up until then, I had only said a few words to LA. I said just enough to let her know that we weren’t trying to exclude her from the conversation, but I knew it would wear thin and she’d get bored and to leave. With Slide talking to both B2B and Con, I was free to give all my attention to LA.
LA and I talked about several things. From where she worked, to what she liked to do, to where she lived. She talked to me about Los Angeles and I said that she should give me her number so she could show me around the city the next time I’m there. Number close.
Sadly, however, we did end up losing the set. The B2B be had to “use the restroom” and they all left with promises to come back. LA was slightly reluctant, but she left anyway. Slide and I talked about the set. He was very satisfied with how I handled myself in set. They never came back, but both of us had number-closed. The reason we lost the set is because B2B wasn’t getting the attention she thought she deserved. B2B was the purpose of the party, yet she was getting the least amount of attention. The set started out with LA being the third wheel, but as the night wore on B2B took her place.
I was very proud of how I did, but I should have kinoed LA some more. That was the longest I had ever been in a set. We were talking to those girls for around an hour. In that hour I learned the difference between talking to a girl simply to try and get somewhere with her and talking to a girl because you liked having a conversation with her.
Some time later, Frankie got us all together so we could leave the venue. We may have been leaving Stingaree, but the night was far from over.
After Stingaree, we went to JSix. Overall, my time there was pretty bland. I approached a hot girl in a wheelchair (I want to fuck a girl who’s in a wheelchair) and had started talking to her when Frankie told me they were all leaving. Not wanting to be alone, I ejected and left with my friends.
The last place we went to was Altitude, which had a better environment.
The first major event happened in the elevator. We all piled in with two other people: one girl and one guy. Judging by their body language, they were just friends. Slyde had already started talking to her, but then he stopped (I hadn’t gotten into the elevator at this point so I’m not sure exactly what was said or why). It ended up with everyone except me getting a spot on the wall so I was just standing in the middle like a chode. I saw small space in between the girl and one of my fellow CC guys. I went for it. It turned out to be a little too small so the girl and I were really close, I mean we were literally touching each other. There was room for her to move over.
Me: Could you move over just a little bit?
Girl: Why?
Me: Oh, so you want to be this close to me? [EVERYONE in the elevator started laughing.] I was thinking you wanted some space.
Girl: No. [She didn’t move. I guess she really wanted to be close to me.]
When we got out of the elevator, Frankie congratulated me on how awesome that line was.
The second major set for me was a group of Asian girls. I saw a cute Asian girl with glasses (HB8.5) and since I am a sucker for glasses, I went up and talked to her. I told her directly that I loved her glasses. She instantly opened up to me. After a few minutes I ejected to find my friends.
I find Frankie and Slyde and start talking to them for a bit. I causally turn around and guess who’s coming toward me with all her friends? Yep, the Asian with glasses. To make a long story short, after it was all said and done, Frankie and I number-closed and Frankie commended me because if I wasn’t for me, he and Slyde would have never gotten into that set.
Clubbing was fun, but the best time I had that night was on the street walking back to my place with Frankie. On the way back to my place, we heard a guy walking down the street repeating “Last call for dick!” in a monotone voice every time he walked by a group of girls. It cracked us up so much that Frankie could no longer walk.
Me: I have to try that!
Frankie: You’re joking, right?
Me: No. Self-amusement, man!
Frankie: Right…
We get on 5th avenue just as the clubs are emptying out.
Me: I’m going do it.
Frankie: Bullshit!
Two girls start coming our way.
Me: Here I go.
Frankie: Let me get a few feet behind you. I don’t want to be involved in any trouble you start.
Me: Last call for dick! [the girls keep walking]
[Frankie is laughing at the fact that I actually did it.]
It continued…
We were walking toward a huge bachelorette set. We moved through the group.
Me: Last call for dick! Last call for dick!
[A few people turn around and some of the guys laugh.]
Frankie [between fits of laughter]: Damn, you have some serious balls. Saying that in a huge crowd of women like that. I couldn’t do that.
We pass a group of black girls.
Me: Last call for dick!
[The group of girls hears us and starts cracking up. Their laughter causes us to laugh.]
And that was the night. Frankie gave my game for the night an “A-” as I drove him home.
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Date Occurred: Oct. 3rd
It was a day of learning. During the morning, I learned how to care for reptiles. During the afternoon, I learned the proper look I should be going for. During night, well, you’ll find out what I learned during the night…
The day started out with me getting up early to help out foster kids. It was a very rewarding experience that would become important later in the night.
After the event, I had to go to the mall with Frankie and Zach. They wanted to give me a fashion makeover. All this time I thought I was dressing well. Apparently not. Frankie and Zach told me I had a very powerful figure and I needed clothes that brought out that image. The end result: a couple of dress shirts, a new hairstyle (thanks Frankie), and better idea of what I should be shooting for.
Fast forward to Stingaree. I told Gordon that I would sarge sober that night so that meant no pre-gaming for me. Much to my surprise, being sober didn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would and as you will see, it did not mess with my game. Because Frankie is awesome, all of us (Fallout, Slide, Frankie, M, and J, and me) managed to get in to Stingaree for free.
The six of us moved upstairs and instantly started tearing the place apart. Slide opened a moving set by saying something to a very pretty blonde girl (HB8). She asked him for a cigarette and that’s where I came in. Another girl, Childcare (HB7.5), in the group opened me with a comment about how bad smoking is. She told me that she had quit smoking and I congratulated her. I am a non-smoker. We hit it off pretty well. She worked with children, a job she really loved. I talked about how that showed how caring and patient she was. I told my story about how I helped out foster children that morning to show that I too was caring. All the while, we were slowly moving away from her friends. It became obvious that she was into me, and that’s when things got interesting:
Childcare: Well I’m going to go to the bar and get drink.
Me: What? You’re not going to offer me one? [Said in a playful, but slightly taken aback tone]
Childcare: [laughs and smiles] You’re really smooth. I like how you did that.
Me: Thanks, so what else do you like about me?
Childcare: Come to the bar with me. I’ll buy you a drink, but I’m going to need your quarterback body to get through. (Can you say IOI?)
We moved to the bar. In retrospect, I should have taken her hand here as it would have fit the situation that I was “taking her through.” Coincidentally, we ended up by all of her friends. It turns out she was part of a bachelorette group. She ended up standing by them, but we were not close enough to the bar to order and I knew her friends would eventually take up her attention. So I saw an empty spot at the bar that was away from her friends, but close enough to that she would feel comfortable. We moved there.
Childcare: What do you want? Do you like beer?
Me: I don’t care what you get me as long as it’s not beer.
Childcare: [laughs] Any preference?
Me: Not really. Suggest something.
Childcare: How about a peach vodka tonic?
Me: Sounds good. [We get our drinks.]
Me: What are we cheering to?
Childcare: To how smooth you are. (Yeah, she liked me.)
Me: Works for me.
I know I told Gordon I wouldn’t drink tonight, but if a lady buys me a drink it would be rude to refuse. That would be the only drink I had that night.
Childcare and I talked a bit more and then went our separate ways. I would have kept going, but she was married and I don’t game married girls. I can see why she was married, she truly was a good person. Of all the many girls I’ve talked to, she is one of the few I will miss.
I reconnected with Slide as he was entertaining another bachelorette set. There were three of them and only one of him. I knew Slide was really good at game, but even experts like having help when they are outnumbered. I entered the set, and thus began the most important set of the night.
The three girls:
B2B – The bride to be. Her beauty isn’t important because neither of us were going for her.
Con (HB8) – A girl who lived in San Diego and was doing contract work.
LA (HB7) – She lived in LA and was here for the party.
I entered the set and started talking to Con. She was my target and my main focus. Every once in awhile, I would say a few words to LA. At this time, LA was not really included in the conversation, a problem I knew had to be fixed. Slide suggested the three of us move to the fire pit, and that’s when things really started to heat up.
Attraction was set and now it was time for comfort. I sat next to Con. while Slide sat next to B2B. LA stood by us. We were sitting right by the fire and this led to various jokes about the flames, but we weren’t done moving around yet. Slide, using his charisma, got people to move off of the couch across from the fire and our whole group ended up being able to sit down. Well, everyone except for Con, who I let sit on my lap. I like to mix compliance with convenience. Con had made it clear to me earlier that she wanted to sit down when she told me her feet hurting from wearing high heels. When we moved to the couch, I knew she still wanted to sit down but I had taken the last spot. So I told her to sit in my lap. I didn’t ask, I told. And she did. Would she have done it even if her feet weren’t tired? Maybe, but the fact that she wanted to sit down anyway gave her an excuse to comply with me. It raised the chance of success.
Eventually, Con revealed what system she works on at her company. Both Slide and I busted on her for it. And I told her she could no longer sit in my lap. In retrospect, it was probably too harsh of me because she looked kind of hurt when she stood up and got off my lap (she ended up sitting next to me, as the couch was less crowded now). At this point, her attention was turned toward Slide. This was a minor setback on my part, but was good for the group because it allowed me to turn my attention toward LA, who up to this point has been neglected by both Slide and me.
I started talking to LA. Up until then, I had only said a few words to LA. I said just enough to let her know that we weren’t trying to exclude her from the conversation, but I knew it would wear thin and she’d get bored and to leave. With Slide talking to both B2B and Con, I was free to give all my attention to LA.
LA and I talked about several things. From where she worked, to what she liked to do, to where she lived. She talked to me about Los Angeles and I said that she should give me her number so she could show me around the city the next time I’m there. Number close.
Sadly, however, we did end up losing the set. The B2B be had to “use the restroom” and they all left with promises to come back. LA was slightly reluctant, but she left anyway. Slide and I talked about the set. He was very satisfied with how I handled myself in set. They never came back, but both of us had number-closed. The reason we lost the set is because B2B wasn’t getting the attention she thought she deserved. B2B was the purpose of the party, yet she was getting the least amount of attention. The set started out with LA being the third wheel, but as the night wore on B2B took her place.
I was very proud of how I did, but I should have kinoed LA some more. That was the longest I had ever been in a set. We were talking to those girls for around an hour. In that hour I learned the difference between talking to a girl simply to try and get somewhere with her and talking to a girl because you liked having a conversation with her.
Some time later, Frankie got us all together so we could leave the venue. We may have been leaving Stingaree, but the night was far from over.
After Stingaree, we went to JSix. Overall, my time there was pretty bland. I approached a hot girl in a wheelchair (I want to fuck a girl who’s in a wheelchair) and had started talking to her when Frankie told me they were all leaving. Not wanting to be alone, I ejected and left with my friends.
The last place we went to was Altitude, which had a better environment.
The first major event happened in the elevator. We all piled in with two other people: one girl and one guy. Judging by their body language, they were just friends. Slyde had already started talking to her, but then he stopped (I hadn’t gotten into the elevator at this point so I’m not sure exactly what was said or why). It ended up with everyone except me getting a spot on the wall so I was just standing in the middle like a chode. I saw small space in between the girl and one of my fellow CC guys. I went for it. It turned out to be a little too small so the girl and I were really close, I mean we were literally touching each other. There was room for her to move over.
Me: Could you move over just a little bit?
Girl: Why?
Me: Oh, so you want to be this close to me? [EVERYONE in the elevator started laughing.] I was thinking you wanted some space.
Girl: No. [She didn’t move. I guess she really wanted to be close to me.]
When we got out of the elevator, Frankie congratulated me on how awesome that line was.
The second major set for me was a group of Asian girls. I saw a cute Asian girl with glasses (HB8.5) and since I am a sucker for glasses, I went up and talked to her. I told her directly that I loved her glasses. She instantly opened up to me. After a few minutes I ejected to find my friends.
I find Frankie and Slyde and start talking to them for a bit. I causally turn around and guess who’s coming toward me with all her friends? Yep, the Asian with glasses. To make a long story short, after it was all said and done, Frankie and I number-closed and Frankie commended me because if I wasn’t for me, he and Slyde would have never gotten into that set.
Clubbing was fun, but the best time I had that night was on the street walking back to my place with Frankie. On the way back to my place, we heard a guy walking down the street repeating “Last call for dick!” in a monotone voice every time he walked by a group of girls. It cracked us up so much that Frankie could no longer walk.
Me: I have to try that!
Frankie: You’re joking, right?
Me: No. Self-amusement, man!
Frankie: Right…
We get on 5th avenue just as the clubs are emptying out.
Me: I’m going do it.
Frankie: Bullshit!
Two girls start coming our way.
Me: Here I go.
Frankie: Let me get a few feet behind you. I don’t want to be involved in any trouble you start.
Me: Last call for dick! [the girls keep walking]
[Frankie is laughing at the fact that I actually did it.]
It continued…
We were walking toward a huge bachelorette set. We moved through the group.
Me: Last call for dick! Last call for dick!
[A few people turn around and some of the guys laugh.]
Frankie [between fits of laughter]: Damn, you have some serious balls. Saying that in a huge crowd of women like that. I couldn’t do that.
We pass a group of black girls.
Me: Last call for dick!
[The group of girls hears us and starts cracking up. Their laughter causes us to laugh.]
And that was the night. Frankie gave my game for the night an “A-” as I drove him home.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Poor Deliveries, Frightened Asians, Lap Dances, and Kissing
Date Occurred: Sept. 26th
Last night, I returned to Stingaree. Even though I didn’t want to shell out $20, the_ninja, fallout, and Gordon were going to be there and I wanted to hang out with them so what could I do? Besides, the night ended up being well worth my money.
Before going out, I pre-gamed at my place. By the time I had walked to the Stingaree, I had pretty good drunk going. I started a conversation with two guys in line and got information about the parties they liked to throw on Fridays.
The CCSD guys were up on the roof, but getting to them was a battle in itself. The place was packed and you had to fight the crowd just to move. While fighting to get to the stairs, I noticed a brunette girl (HB8) staring at me. Not one to turn down a glaring girl, I opened her. I turned to her and said, “I see you staring at me!” She chuckled. We talked for a bit and I got her to give me a kiss on the cheek. I tried to go for the lips, but it didn’t work. This would be a recurring theme up until the very end of the night.
Honestly, for me, most of the night isn’t worth recounting so I’m just going to focus on the four stories that made the night worth every penny.
Event #1: A Failed Delivery
Fallout and I were talking about something and a woman caught my eye. She was pregnant and she had a drink in her hand. Let me repeat that. She’s PREGNANT at a NIGHT CLUB with a DRINK IN HER HAND! That woman is going to be a good mother someday. I turned to her.
Me: What are you drinking?
Her: [something without alcohol]
Me: Good, I was just making sure you weren’t drinking for two.
At the time, I thought I was being funny. The facial expressions of the girl, her friend, and Fallout said otherwise. The friend pulled the pregnant girl away. So much for the preggo-threesome. (Like I really wanted one, yuck!)
Fallout thought the interaction was weird because my delivery was so terrible. My voice was monotone and my I didn’t smile. So I told the joke again with a smile and a better voice. He laughed. So as I expected, there was nothing wrong with my joke after all.
Event #2: Scared Asian
Gordon and I were talking about something while listening to Fallout and the_Ninja run game on a two set when this Asian guy bumped into Gordon. The hit didn’t knock him down, but it was hard enough to make Gordon stagger—this guys obviously meant business. So I turned my attention toward him and started watching him. If this guy was coming my way next, I wanted to avoid him. He looked at me and saw me looking at him. Immediately, he hunched over and started saying, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight, please don’t hurt me!” as he moved away from us. Gordon and I watched him amusement. After he was gone, we erupted in laughter.
Me: That was awesome!
Gordon: [I can’t remember.]
Me: Dude, that guy nearly pissed his pants. That alone was worth the $20 I paid for get in. Hell, I’d pay another $20 just to see that again!
Event #3: Lap Dances
I saw an Asian bachelorette party witting at one of the tables. I decided to go in. Maybe I’d get to do another shot off a girl’s boobs. To make a long story short, I ended up giving the bride-to-be a lap dance, but not before they fed me drinks. So I got to give a lap dance (something I love doing) and I got free drinks out of it. Win-win!
That wasn’t the last time I saw them. Gordon hadn’t gotten a kiss-close all night and I wanted him to have one. My goal in life is to have game so good I can get my friends laid. I have a friend in Austin who is older than I am and has never kissed a girl. In two years, I want to take him to South Padre Island with me and get some girls to show him their boobs. Since acquiring that goal, I’ve had a routine I’ve wanted to try out. I decided to test out a similar one with Gordon so see if the approach would even work.
I approached the bachelorette set with Gordon. Specifically, I approached the girl in the set who was most receptive to me when I was in it last time.
Me: This my friend, [Gordon].
HB7: Hi!
Me (said in a sad voice): Gordon has a problem, he’s never been kissed. Will you give him one?
She gave him a kiss on the cheek, but she said she’d do more if she didn’t have a boyfriend. She liked Indian guys. So my plan only worked part of the way.
Event #4: Aggressive Kiss
Earlier, Fallout and I had a discussion about opening. Our opening styles were much different. I liked to make a joke or a snide comment about something a girl does. Fallout liked to open with compliments. He told me to try using his opening style.
One really beautiful girl (HB9) had a really pretty blouse on. I gave her a compliment on that. She was very receptive to the compliment. I would have stayed, but I was in the middle of something and couldn’t commit to her right then.
Toward the end of the night, I saw her with her friend. They were hugging on each other so I decided to comment on it.
Me: Aww, that was so cute!
We talked for a bit and I locked in by sitting next to the girl’s friend (also really hot, but a smoker). I found out it was HB9’s b-day.
HB9: It’s my birthday, you should buy my friend and I birthday shots.
Friend (who knew HB9 was shit-testing me): No, you don’t have to do that.
Me: Sorry, I only buy drinks for girls after kissing them. [I said this solely to deter them from asking me for drinks]
Friend: [A look of shock]
HB9: Okay. [She GRABS MY FACE, pulls it toward her, and gives me a kiss right on the lips. I’ve never had a woman do that to me before.] Now buy us drinks!
Friend: [Even more shocked]
I ended up number-closing the friend. She seemed like a sweet girl. She would be a good girl to be friends with.
The best part: I never had to buy the girls drinks.
One other thing that happened was that I started running game on a girl who didn’t speak English. So I switched to Spanish and tried to get a kiss-close. It didn’t work, but it was first time gaming a girl in another language.
So things to work on:
-Use more compliment openers. They worked well.
-WORK ON MY DELIVERY! Jokes are only funny as their delivery. Don’t be so monotone and smile, smile, smile!
-You may think it’s funny to go for a kiss 2 minutes after meeting a girl, but it won’t work. If you like her, talk to her more.
-Attempt to isolate more.
-It couldn’t hurt to brush up on my Spanish. This is San Diego, after all.
Last night, I returned to Stingaree. Even though I didn’t want to shell out $20, the_ninja, fallout, and Gordon were going to be there and I wanted to hang out with them so what could I do? Besides, the night ended up being well worth my money.
Before going out, I pre-gamed at my place. By the time I had walked to the Stingaree, I had pretty good drunk going. I started a conversation with two guys in line and got information about the parties they liked to throw on Fridays.
The CCSD guys were up on the roof, but getting to them was a battle in itself. The place was packed and you had to fight the crowd just to move. While fighting to get to the stairs, I noticed a brunette girl (HB8) staring at me. Not one to turn down a glaring girl, I opened her. I turned to her and said, “I see you staring at me!” She chuckled. We talked for a bit and I got her to give me a kiss on the cheek. I tried to go for the lips, but it didn’t work. This would be a recurring theme up until the very end of the night.
Honestly, for me, most of the night isn’t worth recounting so I’m just going to focus on the four stories that made the night worth every penny.
Event #1: A Failed Delivery
Fallout and I were talking about something and a woman caught my eye. She was pregnant and she had a drink in her hand. Let me repeat that. She’s PREGNANT at a NIGHT CLUB with a DRINK IN HER HAND! That woman is going to be a good mother someday. I turned to her.
Me: What are you drinking?
Her: [something without alcohol]
Me: Good, I was just making sure you weren’t drinking for two.
At the time, I thought I was being funny. The facial expressions of the girl, her friend, and Fallout said otherwise. The friend pulled the pregnant girl away. So much for the preggo-threesome. (Like I really wanted one, yuck!)
Fallout thought the interaction was weird because my delivery was so terrible. My voice was monotone and my I didn’t smile. So I told the joke again with a smile and a better voice. He laughed. So as I expected, there was nothing wrong with my joke after all.
Event #2: Scared Asian
Gordon and I were talking about something while listening to Fallout and the_Ninja run game on a two set when this Asian guy bumped into Gordon. The hit didn’t knock him down, but it was hard enough to make Gordon stagger—this guys obviously meant business. So I turned my attention toward him and started watching him. If this guy was coming my way next, I wanted to avoid him. He looked at me and saw me looking at him. Immediately, he hunched over and started saying, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight, please don’t hurt me!” as he moved away from us. Gordon and I watched him amusement. After he was gone, we erupted in laughter.
Me: That was awesome!
Gordon: [I can’t remember.]
Me: Dude, that guy nearly pissed his pants. That alone was worth the $20 I paid for get in. Hell, I’d pay another $20 just to see that again!
Event #3: Lap Dances
I saw an Asian bachelorette party witting at one of the tables. I decided to go in. Maybe I’d get to do another shot off a girl’s boobs. To make a long story short, I ended up giving the bride-to-be a lap dance, but not before they fed me drinks. So I got to give a lap dance (something I love doing) and I got free drinks out of it. Win-win!
That wasn’t the last time I saw them. Gordon hadn’t gotten a kiss-close all night and I wanted him to have one. My goal in life is to have game so good I can get my friends laid. I have a friend in Austin who is older than I am and has never kissed a girl. In two years, I want to take him to South Padre Island with me and get some girls to show him their boobs. Since acquiring that goal, I’ve had a routine I’ve wanted to try out. I decided to test out a similar one with Gordon so see if the approach would even work.
I approached the bachelorette set with Gordon. Specifically, I approached the girl in the set who was most receptive to me when I was in it last time.
Me: This my friend, [Gordon].
HB7: Hi!
Me (said in a sad voice): Gordon has a problem, he’s never been kissed. Will you give him one?
She gave him a kiss on the cheek, but she said she’d do more if she didn’t have a boyfriend. She liked Indian guys. So my plan only worked part of the way.
Event #4: Aggressive Kiss
Earlier, Fallout and I had a discussion about opening. Our opening styles were much different. I liked to make a joke or a snide comment about something a girl does. Fallout liked to open with compliments. He told me to try using his opening style.
One really beautiful girl (HB9) had a really pretty blouse on. I gave her a compliment on that. She was very receptive to the compliment. I would have stayed, but I was in the middle of something and couldn’t commit to her right then.
Toward the end of the night, I saw her with her friend. They were hugging on each other so I decided to comment on it.
Me: Aww, that was so cute!
We talked for a bit and I locked in by sitting next to the girl’s friend (also really hot, but a smoker). I found out it was HB9’s b-day.
HB9: It’s my birthday, you should buy my friend and I birthday shots.
Friend (who knew HB9 was shit-testing me): No, you don’t have to do that.
Me: Sorry, I only buy drinks for girls after kissing them. [I said this solely to deter them from asking me for drinks]
Friend: [A look of shock]
HB9: Okay. [She GRABS MY FACE, pulls it toward her, and gives me a kiss right on the lips. I’ve never had a woman do that to me before.] Now buy us drinks!
Friend: [Even more shocked]
I ended up number-closing the friend. She seemed like a sweet girl. She would be a good girl to be friends with.
The best part: I never had to buy the girls drinks.
One other thing that happened was that I started running game on a girl who didn’t speak English. So I switched to Spanish and tried to get a kiss-close. It didn’t work, but it was first time gaming a girl in another language.
So things to work on:
-Use more compliment openers. They worked well.
-WORK ON MY DELIVERY! Jokes are only funny as their delivery. Don’t be so monotone and smile, smile, smile!
-You may think it’s funny to go for a kiss 2 minutes after meeting a girl, but it won’t work. If you like her, talk to her more.
-Attempt to isolate more.
-It couldn’t hurt to brush up on my Spanish. This is San Diego, after all.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I Still Live!
Hey y'all, I know it's been awhile since I've updated but I'm still out there.
I currently have five things in queue for posting, but I've been so busy with work (I just started my new job) that I've been too tired to finish the stories and post them. Don't worry, updates are coming soon!
I currently have five things in queue for posting, but I've been so busy with work (I just started my new job) that I've been too tired to finish the stories and post them. Don't worry, updates are coming soon!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
The Power of Rejection: Make-Outs Galore and Girl Ping-Pong!
I met up with CCSD last night and told them about the time I kissed ten girls in one night. They asked me to post the FR so here it is. I'm actually surprised I hadn't posted it already. It's one of my bests.
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Date Occured: March 7th 2009
“It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown”
-- Imogen Heap in Frou Frou’s “Let Go”
Thursday was not a good day. The girl I wrote about last time put me in the friend zone because she was “uncomfortable about how we met.”
Friday wasn’t good, either. I went downtown and didn’t get a single kiss or number. It’s not that my game was bad, it was that the group I was with wouldn’t stay still long enough for me to run decent game on a set.
But rejection only makes me stronger, and after Thursday I had plenty of fuel for my fire. Besides, I needed to atone for Friday’s transgressions. These two factors combined led to one of the best Saturday nights of my life.
I started out the night pre-drinking at my apartment. I don’t like to drink at parties because they are either serving beer or Everclear punch, neither of which is good. After son vodka and gin, I was ready to go.
At 11 PM, I arrived at the first party of the night. I donated a dollar and get some green beads (it was an early St. Patrick’s day party). Even though I didn’t know it at the time, the beads would come in handy.
Girl wise, this party sucked. The guys were awesome; I had them laughing and feeding me alcohol. The girls, one the other hand, were mostly ugly. And considering how drunk I was, that says quite a bit. I think I made out with one or two of the doable ones, but since it was the beginning of the night, my memory of it is a bit fuzzy. Once I realized there no more girls worth messing with, I left.
I came to my second party of the night, this is where things started getting good. I made out with multiple girls at this party, but one in particular stuck out:
A really hot girl came to the party and walked by me. I stopped her, said something I can’t remember, and then her tongue was down my throat. It was one of the quickest, if not the quickest, k-close I’ve ever done. It only took a minute’s worth of game (if that much) before we started making out with each other.
Eventually, I started hitting on a girl right in front of her boyfriend. I didn’t even notice him until the girl pointed him out when I tried to kiss her. (I could tell she wanted me to, but couldn’t.) Since I didn’t want to get into a fight, I left the party. Besides, I had gotten all I could from the girls there.
The third party of the night was the best of all. I spent the entire party going back and forth between two really hot girls. (Girl ping-pong!)
Here were the two key interactions of the night:
Girl 1: I love your beads.
Me: Well let’s go to the bathroom and maybe you can earn them.
Girl 1: [agrees]
Unfortunately, someone was in the bathroom and she chickened out after that. I couldn’t get her to leave with me either, but I still got kisses from her throughout the night.
Me: I want to give you something.
Girl 2: What?
Me: Close your eyes.
Girl 2: [complies]
Me: [Kisses her]
Girl 2: [playfully] Hey! You tricked me!
I tried to get her to leave with me, but I failed. I still managed to get kisses from her throughout the night.
At one point, I was gaming Girl 2 and Girl 1 came and pulled her away. It was a minor setback, but I managed to recover with Girl 1 and number-closed. I couldn’t find Girl 2 after that, though. Then the party started dying down and I left.
Totals for the night:
Numbers: 1
Kisses: At least ten (on the lips). Five of which were full make-outs.
Pull attempts: 2
Many people curl into a ball after being rejected, but that doesn’t have to be the case. Rejection is a powerful tool. Instead of letting it scare me, I allowed it to fuel my desire to do better next time. I recommend listening to the song “Let Go” by Frou Frou. It’s a song I’ve loved for years, but only recently I realized its relevance to game. The song talks about outcome independence. Just “let go” and “jump in.” It’s alright if you fail because there is “beauty in the breakdown.”
Postscript:
Update: Sept 6 2009
Th most interesting about the third party was that it was at a random apartment full of people I didn't know. I was so drunk by the end of the night that I had randomly wandered in there by mistake and immediately started hitting on the girls. A word of advice from someone who has crashed more than his fair share of parties: If you act like you're supposed to be there, most of the time people will assume you are. I actually didn't meet to the two hosts of the party until I was leaving.
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Date Occured: March 7th 2009
“It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown”
-- Imogen Heap in Frou Frou’s “Let Go”
Thursday was not a good day. The girl I wrote about last time put me in the friend zone because she was “uncomfortable about how we met.”
Friday wasn’t good, either. I went downtown and didn’t get a single kiss or number. It’s not that my game was bad, it was that the group I was with wouldn’t stay still long enough for me to run decent game on a set.
But rejection only makes me stronger, and after Thursday I had plenty of fuel for my fire. Besides, I needed to atone for Friday’s transgressions. These two factors combined led to one of the best Saturday nights of my life.
I started out the night pre-drinking at my apartment. I don’t like to drink at parties because they are either serving beer or Everclear punch, neither of which is good. After son vodka and gin, I was ready to go.
At 11 PM, I arrived at the first party of the night. I donated a dollar and get some green beads (it was an early St. Patrick’s day party). Even though I didn’t know it at the time, the beads would come in handy.
Girl wise, this party sucked. The guys were awesome; I had them laughing and feeding me alcohol. The girls, one the other hand, were mostly ugly. And considering how drunk I was, that says quite a bit. I think I made out with one or two of the doable ones, but since it was the beginning of the night, my memory of it is a bit fuzzy. Once I realized there no more girls worth messing with, I left.
I came to my second party of the night, this is where things started getting good. I made out with multiple girls at this party, but one in particular stuck out:
A really hot girl came to the party and walked by me. I stopped her, said something I can’t remember, and then her tongue was down my throat. It was one of the quickest, if not the quickest, k-close I’ve ever done. It only took a minute’s worth of game (if that much) before we started making out with each other.
Eventually, I started hitting on a girl right in front of her boyfriend. I didn’t even notice him until the girl pointed him out when I tried to kiss her. (I could tell she wanted me to, but couldn’t.) Since I didn’t want to get into a fight, I left the party. Besides, I had gotten all I could from the girls there.
The third party of the night was the best of all. I spent the entire party going back and forth between two really hot girls. (Girl ping-pong!)
Here were the two key interactions of the night:
Girl 1: I love your beads.
Me: Well let’s go to the bathroom and maybe you can earn them.
Girl 1: [agrees]
Unfortunately, someone was in the bathroom and she chickened out after that. I couldn’t get her to leave with me either, but I still got kisses from her throughout the night.
Me: I want to give you something.
Girl 2: What?
Me: Close your eyes.
Girl 2: [complies]
Me: [Kisses her]
Girl 2: [playfully] Hey! You tricked me!
I tried to get her to leave with me, but I failed. I still managed to get kisses from her throughout the night.
At one point, I was gaming Girl 2 and Girl 1 came and pulled her away. It was a minor setback, but I managed to recover with Girl 1 and number-closed. I couldn’t find Girl 2 after that, though. Then the party started dying down and I left.
Totals for the night:
Numbers: 1
Kisses: At least ten (on the lips). Five of which were full make-outs.
Pull attempts: 2
Many people curl into a ball after being rejected, but that doesn’t have to be the case. Rejection is a powerful tool. Instead of letting it scare me, I allowed it to fuel my desire to do better next time. I recommend listening to the song “Let Go” by Frou Frou. It’s a song I’ve loved for years, but only recently I realized its relevance to game. The song talks about outcome independence. Just “let go” and “jump in.” It’s alright if you fail because there is “beauty in the breakdown.”
Postscript:
Update: Sept 6 2009
Th most interesting about the third party was that it was at a random apartment full of people I didn't know. I was so drunk by the end of the night that I had randomly wandered in there by mistake and immediately started hitting on the girls. A word of advice from someone who has crashed more than his fair share of parties: If you act like you're supposed to be there, most of the time people will assume you are. I actually didn't meet to the two hosts of the party until I was leaving.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Did A Shot Off A Girl’s Tits (at her expense)
Here we go, my first FR with CCSD.
Date Occurred: August 21
Bar/club game was never strong point. When I was in a bar in Austin, I would fully revert back to an AFC. To make matters worse, I hadn’t opened any sets since I left Austin in late July. I went to Hard Rock on Thursday and felt both out of practice and out of my element. My game was weak and my confidence was shot. I had no idea what I would do to meet women in this city. I became depressed. Yesterday, I went to a bar with Fallout, Frankie, and a few others and the events that took place would give me new confidence.
The night started with a line. I joined Frankie in the guest list line to get in the club and met Fallout. After a few minutes, Fallout started gaming a 2set and was doing quite well. On Frankie’s orders, I moved into to wing him. Fallout introduced me with a good DHV and I started taking who I assumed to the obstacle (the one with glasses). A third girl walked in to the set and I assumed she was with the two girls so I started trying to talk to her as well. I got engaged in conversation with her and another guy, thinking I was handling more obstacles. It turns out that the girl was in our group. Oops! Sorry about that, Fallout.
Once we got inside AA hit so I did what I usually did in bars: got a drink. A few minutes later a girl (HB6.5) walked up next to me to order a drink. I figured it was now or never.
Me: Hey, what’s a good drink for me to order?
HB6.5: Long Island.
Me: How much is that?
HB6.5: $12
Me: Okay, thanks. But before I go, what was you name?
[We exchange names.]
After reuniting with Frankie and Fallout, the three of us decided to go to the roof and that’s when things started to pick up.
I decided to go with a genuine opinion opener: “What are some good places to party in San Diego? I just moved here two days ago.” Most of the sets were very helpful, but only two really stuck out.
Set 1: Party In My Pants
As I was opening another set with the opinion opener I listed above, I got was approached by another girl. I don’t know if she heard me opening other sets or if it was just coincidence.
Girl (HB8): I know a place you can party: my pants. (Looking back, she was wearing a dress and I could have teased her about it.)
Me [stunned]: I don’t know about any of that. I never got an invite to this party and I don’t want to crash it. (Fallout would later tell me I should have gone cocky-funny here).
Girl (laughing): I’ve always wanted to use that line.
Me: How about this one: There’s a party in my pants but no one came.
Girl (laughing): I don’t know if you should be using that one.
We talked for a bit more and I ejected. I was still suffering from shyness at this point.
Set 2: Case of the Overneg
I approached a 3set of blondes with my opener.
Blonde1: So where are you from?
Me: Texas.
Blonde1: Texas sucks. I’m sorry, but it does.
Me: Wow. [Places hands on her two friends] Okay, you girls are cool, but I don’t know about Blonde1.
[Blonde1 tried to get on my good side by singing “Deep in the Heart of Texas.” Instead of rewarding her for trying, I negged her again.]
Blonde2 pulled Blonde1 away after that and Blonde3 followed. That’s what I get for negging too hard. Oh well, I’ll get them next time.
I joined up with Frankie and Fallout again and went over my sets. Fallout and Frankie were both very helpful and cool guys. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Fallout taught me how to reframe blowouts and Frankie was always leading us to sets (and getting us into clubs). It was after this that I got into the two most awesome sets of the night.
The Bachelorette Set:
On the way to the bar (to get some water), Frankie, Fallout, and I got mixed up in a group of girls having a Bachelorette party. I opened the bride-to-be (HB8), B2B, with “Congratulations!” She had a nice pair of boobs (this becomes important in a little bit).
B2B: Thanks!
Either Frankie or Fallout: When is the wedding?
B2B: October.
B2B (to me): Want to do a shot off my boobs?
Me: What?
One of the Other Girls: [Points to the shot-glass necklace on B2B] You can take a shot with that glass.
B2B: Yeah. You can take a shot while it’s in between my boobs.
This idea pleased me, but I didn’t want to pay money for the shot. So I thought of a better idea.
Me (to B2B): How about you pour some of your drink into the shot glass and I’ll take that. [B2B complied and poured some of her drink in the shot glass.]
B2B: Are you ready?
Me: Yep.
On of the Other Girls: You can’t use your hands, that’s the only rule.
Me: Fine by me. [I bent over and proceeded to suck the liquid out of the shot glass as it rested in between B2B’s beautiful breasts]
Fallout tried to take a picture, but he couldn’t get his camera out in time. It’s all good, man. We’ll get it next time.
The Grand Finale:
By this time, the roof had been closed off so I was stuck downstairs. While walking around downstairs, I spotted a tall, busty girl (HB7) standing at the bar. Tired of using opinion openers, I decided to go direct like Asian Playboy.
Me: I know this is totally inappropriate, but I think you are gorgeous.
Busty: Thank you. That’s not inappropriate at all, that’s really nice.
[We fluffed for a bit]
Busty: I have to go find my friends.
Me: Before you go [points to cheek].
Busty: [kisses my cheek]
Me: [returns the favor and point to my lips]
Busty: [almost does it, but she backed down at the last second]
Darn, but it’s better than I usually do in bars so I can’t complain.
Overall, the night gave me my confidence back. After the first few approaches, it was easy to open and reopen sets. I am no longer afraid to run game in bars, and I have the support of Frankie and Fallout to thank for it. I’m thinking at a later time I’m going to check out Pacific Beach. Stingaree and Hard Rock are nice, but the crowds are older and I like younger girls. Don’t get me wrong, I will go wherever CCSD goes, but my solo project will be Pacific Beach.
Date Occurred: August 21
Bar/club game was never strong point. When I was in a bar in Austin, I would fully revert back to an AFC. To make matters worse, I hadn’t opened any sets since I left Austin in late July. I went to Hard Rock on Thursday and felt both out of practice and out of my element. My game was weak and my confidence was shot. I had no idea what I would do to meet women in this city. I became depressed. Yesterday, I went to a bar with Fallout, Frankie, and a few others and the events that took place would give me new confidence.
The night started with a line. I joined Frankie in the guest list line to get in the club and met Fallout. After a few minutes, Fallout started gaming a 2set and was doing quite well. On Frankie’s orders, I moved into to wing him. Fallout introduced me with a good DHV and I started taking who I assumed to the obstacle (the one with glasses). A third girl walked in to the set and I assumed she was with the two girls so I started trying to talk to her as well. I got engaged in conversation with her and another guy, thinking I was handling more obstacles. It turns out that the girl was in our group. Oops! Sorry about that, Fallout.
Once we got inside AA hit so I did what I usually did in bars: got a drink. A few minutes later a girl (HB6.5) walked up next to me to order a drink. I figured it was now or never.
Me: Hey, what’s a good drink for me to order?
HB6.5: Long Island.
Me: How much is that?
HB6.5: $12
Me: Okay, thanks. But before I go, what was you name?
[We exchange names.]
After reuniting with Frankie and Fallout, the three of us decided to go to the roof and that’s when things started to pick up.
I decided to go with a genuine opinion opener: “What are some good places to party in San Diego? I just moved here two days ago.” Most of the sets were very helpful, but only two really stuck out.
Set 1: Party In My Pants
As I was opening another set with the opinion opener I listed above, I got was approached by another girl. I don’t know if she heard me opening other sets or if it was just coincidence.
Girl (HB8): I know a place you can party: my pants. (Looking back, she was wearing a dress and I could have teased her about it.)
Me [stunned]: I don’t know about any of that. I never got an invite to this party and I don’t want to crash it. (Fallout would later tell me I should have gone cocky-funny here).
Girl (laughing): I’ve always wanted to use that line.
Me: How about this one: There’s a party in my pants but no one came.
Girl (laughing): I don’t know if you should be using that one.
We talked for a bit more and I ejected. I was still suffering from shyness at this point.
Set 2: Case of the Overneg
I approached a 3set of blondes with my opener.
Blonde1: So where are you from?
Me: Texas.
Blonde1: Texas sucks. I’m sorry, but it does.
Me: Wow. [Places hands on her two friends] Okay, you girls are cool, but I don’t know about Blonde1.
[Blonde1 tried to get on my good side by singing “Deep in the Heart of Texas.” Instead of rewarding her for trying, I negged her again.]
Blonde2 pulled Blonde1 away after that and Blonde3 followed. That’s what I get for negging too hard. Oh well, I’ll get them next time.
I joined up with Frankie and Fallout again and went over my sets. Fallout and Frankie were both very helpful and cool guys. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Fallout taught me how to reframe blowouts and Frankie was always leading us to sets (and getting us into clubs). It was after this that I got into the two most awesome sets of the night.
The Bachelorette Set:
On the way to the bar (to get some water), Frankie, Fallout, and I got mixed up in a group of girls having a Bachelorette party. I opened the bride-to-be (HB8), B2B, with “Congratulations!” She had a nice pair of boobs (this becomes important in a little bit).
B2B: Thanks!
Either Frankie or Fallout: When is the wedding?
B2B: October.
B2B (to me): Want to do a shot off my boobs?
Me: What?
One of the Other Girls: [Points to the shot-glass necklace on B2B] You can take a shot with that glass.
B2B: Yeah. You can take a shot while it’s in between my boobs.
This idea pleased me, but I didn’t want to pay money for the shot. So I thought of a better idea.
Me (to B2B): How about you pour some of your drink into the shot glass and I’ll take that. [B2B complied and poured some of her drink in the shot glass.]
B2B: Are you ready?
Me: Yep.
On of the Other Girls: You can’t use your hands, that’s the only rule.
Me: Fine by me. [I bent over and proceeded to suck the liquid out of the shot glass as it rested in between B2B’s beautiful breasts]
Fallout tried to take a picture, but he couldn’t get his camera out in time. It’s all good, man. We’ll get it next time.
The Grand Finale:
By this time, the roof had been closed off so I was stuck downstairs. While walking around downstairs, I spotted a tall, busty girl (HB7) standing at the bar. Tired of using opinion openers, I decided to go direct like Asian Playboy.
Me: I know this is totally inappropriate, but I think you are gorgeous.
Busty: Thank you. That’s not inappropriate at all, that’s really nice.
[We fluffed for a bit]
Busty: I have to go find my friends.
Me: Before you go [points to cheek].
Busty: [kisses my cheek]
Me: [returns the favor and point to my lips]
Busty: [almost does it, but she backed down at the last second]
Darn, but it’s better than I usually do in bars so I can’t complain.
Overall, the night gave me my confidence back. After the first few approaches, it was easy to open and reopen sets. I am no longer afraid to run game in bars, and I have the support of Frankie and Fallout to thank for it. I’m thinking at a later time I’m going to check out Pacific Beach. Stingaree and Hard Rock are nice, but the crowds are older and I like younger girls. Don’t get me wrong, I will go wherever CCSD goes, but my solo project will be Pacific Beach.
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