Got a girl into bed with me, but got stopped by LMR.

This actually happened on February 21st, but I'm just now posting it here.

I think I’m starting to get pretty good at game. The last four times I’ve been out, I’ve managed to make out with at least one girl. One obstacle that is still in my way was the loss of my virginity. Last night, that obstacle was almost removed.

The night was going well before it even began. I asked two girls to come to the party I was going to and three showed up (one of the girls brought her cute friend). Sadly, the girl and her friend left 15 minutes after they arrived—they weren’t happy about having to pay for booze. The third girl had to leave, too, but not before I got her number.

Fast forward a couple of hours…

I had to piss like a racehorse, but someone is puking in the bathroom. I needed to find a place to pee. By this point, all the girls who would have slept with me had left for other parties. It was time I took my leave, too.

I walked down the hall and crashed another party. This party was much livelier than the one I had come from, and they had a bathroom where someone wasn’t puking. I had found my place for the night.

One of my friends, [Zorro], from the previous party had also come over. He went right to work on very cute black girl, HBred, and this where things started to pick up. HBred had a cute friend, HBNavy, a friend who was just watching them dance. Zorro and I had known each other since freshman year and he never had any problems getting girls. He was a natural; it was time to show him what I had learned.

I walked up to HBNavy:

Me: You look like you need a dance partner.
HBNavy: I do.

We proceeded to dance. I kissed her on the cheek, which caused her to turn her head and start making out with me. (Does that look familiar to anyone?)

After awhile, Zorro and I brought the girls back to my place. I have to hand it to Zorro because I had never done this before, but he knew what needed to be done. He took the lead and I followed. This led to the girls staying the night.

Zorro and HBred took the futon. HBNavy and I took the bed. I started making out with HBNavy and tried to undo her bra. As I fumbled with the strap (I’ve never touched a bra before). She started saying she was tired. I kept going since she kept making out with me. But then she stopped. She really was tired.

Anyway, after cuddling and sleeping, we all had breakfast together and exchanged numbers. I kissed HBNavy goodbye as I dropped her and HBred off at their dorm. One the ride back to Zorro’s dorm, I asked him if I needed to wash the futon cover. He said yes.

Drinking and Sarging: An Analysis

This post explains the results of an experiment I started in January and ended last Saturday. As the title suggests, it deals with drinking and sarging.


Background:

I have always been against drinking and sarging. Mainly because I used drinking as a crutch before I got into game; I felt I needed to drink to talk to girls. Since I’m not the kind of person who likes needed a crutch, I gave up drinking in September and sarged sober from then until the end of the semester (so September to Christmas). I learned that I didn’t need to drink to talk to girls, get their numbers, or kiss them. And I would learn in February that I needed alcohol to get a girl into bed with me (I got stopped by LMR, but it was still the farthest I had ever gotten with a girl).

When I first got into game, in June, I was still drinking. I got more numbers than I usually did, but I would often mess up interactions. I went to California for a few days, drank and sarged, and ended up pissing off many of the girls I was trying to game. This was another reason I was against drinking and sarging.

But then came Halloween weekend, it was one time I allowed myself to drink during the semester. By this time, I my game had gotten to the point where I could easily get a girl’s number while sober. My main sticking point at this time was escalation. I was getting numbers nearly every time I went out, but I was only getting a make-out every once in a while (once every two to three weeks). On Halloween I had absinthe, something I hadn’t had since late August.

Loaded up on absinthe, I went on to get multiple kiss-closes (mostly on the cheek, but quite a few on the lips as well). On the flip side, I was so drunk that I messed up multiple interactions. At one point I got this hot redhead (I love redheads) into and even got her number, but I pissed her off so badly later that night she wouldn’t even accept my friend request on Facebook! There was also a girl leading me to her place, but I got so drunk I left her and went to talk to some other girls who I thought were hotter. So overall, it was not so hot.


The Experiment and the Results:

That said the scientist in me likes to experiment. And from January up until last Saturday, I got drunk every night I went out (the exception being the day I mentioned above and one or two others). So twice a week, I would get drunk and then go sarging. This is what I found:

The Positive:

Absolute fearlessness. Under the influence of alcohol I become an escalation powerhouse. For me escalation is no big deal. Who cares if I just met the girl, why not try to kiss her? Under the influence of alcohol, the number of girls I made out with increased exponentially. Last semester, I made out with five girls. This semester I’ve made-out with over thirty, five of those happened last Saturday. This past Saturday, I made out with an attractive girl after less than a minute of game.

I had no qualms with going back and forth between two girls. I would make out with one, go outside, find the other, and make out with her as well. I also had no qualms about having sex in the bathroom at a party I crashed. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that someone was in there, causing the girl to chicken out and I couldn’t get her to do it again.

There’s also another interesting effect, something I like to call “rollover.” To explain this, I will use an analogy. When people in college want to change majors, they have to take a new set of classes. However, they still maintain the credit and the knowledge for all the classes they took under their previous major. Many will be considered electives, but some can count toward the actual degree.

Going from drunk to sober is the same way. Many of the things I learned how to do when I was drunk could be used when I sarged sober. One example was getting a girl to come to my place after the first night. I tried this first when I was drunk. I got halfway to my place and then stopped when I realized she was way too drunk. The second time I tried it, I was completely sober and that led to the night in February I mentioned earlier (expect to see the FRs on both these events soon).

The Negative:

No judgment. When I drink, my brain becomes absolutely useless. What to you get when you combine a lack of fear with a lack of judgment? Recklessness. I did lot of things that I regretted. I didn’t get arrested or anything like that, but I still did some things I wish I had not. One specific example was that I was gaming a girl RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER BOYFRIEND. While sober, I have no qualms against gaming girls with boyfriends, but won’t do it when he’s around. She was really into me (she was letting me touch her face in everything). The problem was that I was so drunk I didn’t noticed that the boyfriend was standing next to her THE ENTIRE TIME! This let to him become combative, and might have resulted in a fight had I not decided to leave.

No retention. Nothing came out of anything I did. I had fun with those girls the night of, but I rarely got any of their numbers. This was because I was too drunk to ask for them. And even the number I did get weren’t solid. The main reason was because I cannot do comfort when I’m drunk. All I can do are attraction and seduction, which is a good way not to get a girl to come back. I had to get as much as I could out of her that night because I wouldn’t get another chance. While if I’m sober, on the other hand, I can make her more comfortable with me.

Finally, I can’t tell how drunk other people are when I’m drunk (with a few exceptions). They could be more drunk or less drunk than I am, but I can’t tell. Since I’m a “go big or go home” kind of guy (and based on what other people who are around me have told me), I’m willing to bet that most people are more sober than I am. This combines with my lack of judgment causes the problem where I occasionally piss girls off.


Conclusion:

It’s possible that if I drank less, I would have had much better results. But for me, it is almost impossible for me to drink less. I either stay sober, or I get drunk (because the more I drink, the more I want to drink). I’ve only been able to limit myself once, and I did pretty well that night game-wise. That said I still encountered some of the negatives I talked about earlier.

Drinking and sarging was very good for experimentation. The fearlessness I talked about earlier caused me to experiment with things I’d normally be too shy to attempt. But now that I’ve done those things and seen the results, I now have additional routines and skills I can use when I sarge sober. One such skill was loosing my fear of experimentation. What’s the worst thing she can do? Say no? Who cares we’ve all heard “no” many times in our life. What’s one more? If she’s the host of the party, she could kick me out, but that’s fine. Chances are I was leaving anyway. And it’s not there’s a severe lack of parties every weekend where I live. If I get kicked out of one, I’ll just find another.

Overall, drinking and sarging is not for me. I will drink the weekend after I lose my virginity to celebrate (I’ve got a bottle of absinthe waiting for that one), but other than that I’m going to go back to sarging sober. I need to bring out the positive effects of drinking while I am sober so I won't have any of the negative effects.