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!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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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