Finally wrapping this up w/bang #5

So I kind of had this blog sitting somewhere in the back of my head, nagging to be finished, so here we go:

The last 10 days of May was a bit uncontrolled. In anticipation of my Northern European tour (which was fucking awesome by the way), I kind of just stopped giving a fuck.

I didn’t go out one of the days and I drank for maybe 3 or 4 of the 10 days. I didn’t approach a lot, but I did get laid.

EDIT: wait…. had to remove the last part, wrote about the wrong lay. LOL, will update later today 7/5/13/.

Tired, but still out and having fun blowing girls out

FR: 5/17/13

Had a pretty chill night. Did a few approaches, but definitely need to up the tempo.

I did give myself a bit of a break however. I was up until about 3-4am the night before; woke up at 8am to drive to SD and then go to work for 9 hours. Took an hour nap to get a refresher and went out about 11pm.

Got to the club and saw a pretty sex chick that made eye contact with me, but didn’t approach.

Met up with friend and stood around a bit. Had a cigarette and then hung around a bit. I’ve been pretty good at not putting myself into a bad headspace. Not trying to force myself into taking action and not taking action. Pretty bad place to be.

Instead, just kind of hung out and relaxed. Girl that I met a couple weeks ago saw me and chatted me up a bit. Put me into a more chatty mood.

Walked around alone and saw a cute girl walk by. Tapped her shoulder and put my arm around her. Super on. I talk and dance for a little and then walk her four feet away or so. Super compliant. Drag her off the dance floor to go sit. Chat her for a bit and she says that she needs to find her friend. We go hand in hand and I go for makeout couple times; not down.

She’s really cute, but has a bit of chub and I decide to move on.

I hang around a bit more; don’t really approach for a while. When I do approach I am pretty fucking money and everyone loves me. Because I really don’t care; I’m beginning to be pretty good at removing the filter.

I was having a lot of fun opening girls just to blow them out. I would ask where they’re from and repeat it, make a disgusted noise and beckon for them to leave.

I felt powerful. LOL. It was pretty fucking hilarious.

The funnier part about it was that it was hooking sets. I did it to solid 9 Canadian with fake tits and blonde hair. Hooked pretty hard. I’m beginning to also realize that a lot of people don’t remember the stupid things you do either. I was having too much fun with it and it started getting a little weird. Saw the blonde and did some weird shit and got a dirty look, but I saw her on the street and it was pretty on. Shoulda followed her to her hotel, but I didn’t.

Anyways, I hit shit up on the street some more for a while after the club was over. Probably only approached like 6-7 sets the entire night; had fun though. Definitely need to hit more sets up in the night.

Getting ready to go out tonight; didn’t really feel like writing this, but did anyways. Just in case you were wondering why this write up was so shitty. J

Night out solo; didn’t follow process

FR: 5/15/13

Went out pretty much solo tonight. My normal wings were in a different part of town and I didn’t feel like driving out there.

I rolled out to the club at around 11:30pm. Ran into a few people I knew, but didn’t hang with them much; just said what’s up.

I hit up a couple different sets, but didn’t stick and didn’t build up the confidence to continue approaching.

Kind of got stuck in my head a bit. The previous post was written after I went out tonight and was a reflection of how I was feeling after getting back home.

Things need to change. I need to approach more and become self-reliant.

I’m going to Hollywood tomorrow to get into Lure; which we were denied entry to because we were stupid and didn’t buy tickets.

Already bought tickets and are going for sure this time; we’re still pretty bitter.

Already wrote this before, but going to copy and paste for reiteration:

  1. Stop with the bullshit excuses and approach all. Converse with everyone, even the 4s and below. You don’t have to fuck them, but you do need to socialize with them to get in that amazing extroverted mood that will get you the 10.
  2.  Stay present. Ultra laser focus on whoever you’re talking to.
  3.  Fully commit to every conversation and be completely congruent. Do not try to be your best self, be where you’re at in the moment.
  4.  Minimize time between sets; keep momentum up.
  5.  Don’t judge, every approach is 100/10
  6.  Find something funny in each interaction
  7.  Do a little more each approach
  8. Short an sweet in beginning, ground and longer later on

Dumb foreign bitches and a mini self-rant

FR: 5/14/13

Went out to Typhoons in Pacific Beach. Pretty much the only place in town that is any good. It’s always pretty packed, but always full of foreign exchange students.

I haven’t been approaching very much and I’m not quiet sure why. I’ll talk to the friends of the girl that my friend approaches usually with no problem, but I haven’t been making a lot of moves on my own.

I might hit up like 5 or so the entire night on my own. It’s pretty pathetic. I guess it might be an entitlement issue or apathy to approaching. My brain might realize that if I go out as much as I do, I’m bound to get laid.

I get laid already way more than the average person. I’ve had sex with around 20 girls this year, which is pretty ridiculous.

I also have girls that I can hit up and pretty much get laid whenever I want. The thing is, I don’t really care whether or not I get laid. The main reason that I do this is to build the skill set. My goal with pickup is to be able to go out, have fun, and at the end of the night, if I meet a girl that I’m into, take her home and have sex with her.

I do this as a hobby. I do it because I enjoy the growth and because it’s challenging. For the most part, it helps out in different areas of my life. I said hi and bye to my stepdad the other day when I was at my mom’s house; which never happens. We usually just ignore each other. This is happening because of my self-development through pickup.

Confidence building, etc. I’ve grown a lot in the past year and a half. There was a point where I couldn’t stand in the club without constantly looking over my shoulder; thinking people were judging me for just standing there; without a drink in my hand.

I definitely couldn’t approach a girl. It went from me putting myself in those situations; becoming comfortable; and then finally working the nerve to go out for 30-days straight and saying hi to at least 10 girls a night.

From there I was able to start having conversations with girls for short periods of times. And then have some girls just like me because of me and leading the way to sex. Then I started to learn to stay in set even with it was a bit awkward and start leading.

Finally, I was able to start leading the entire interaction from open to sex. I would go off and on with and without alcohol as a crutch. I would have fun a lot easier with alcohol and I would get laid, not really knowing what I was doing.

Now I’m back sober. Been 100% sober for 15 days now and I’m learning a lot about my style and what I need to work on. It’s pretty fucking awesome. I just need to remind myself that even if I’m not in that stellar mindset, I still need to approach, and the boring conversation is enough; I’ve gotten laid multiple times off of: ‘Hi, what’s your name? Where you from? What do you do?’

That if I take action, I will be rewarded; that if I follow the process my skills will develop. I’m not really sure why I haven’t been approaching as much as I should the past few nights; maybe its because I banged two new girls the other night and its apathy in my subconscious. Or maybe I care what other people think of me.

I don’t really know and I don’t really care; its going to change. It’s about following the process and allowing myself to have fun and not staying comfortable at the base level of happiness.

Life is short and you have to take what you want for yourself.

Anyways, back to the field report. Didn’t approach much; maybe 5-6 sets the entire night, however, I’ve been really good at keeping myself in a positive mindset and not getting fucking negative for no reason.

It’s best, IMO, that you stay positive throughout the night, even if you’re not taking action and berating yourself after the night is over. This works wonders when your wing is having a good night and needs help with friends of their girl.

I winged my wing multiple times throughout the night. Hung out with a group of girls while he took his girl off to another part of the bar.

Also winged him with a semi-chubby girl that had a cute face as he pulled a cute little German to McDonalds. Shit was super packed, so we told them we’d drive them to another McDonalds – which was 20 minutes away close to my house.

After we got food, we told them we can eat and play Jenga at my house a few blocks away. The girls were hesitant at first, but eventually agreed.

We get to my place and it seems pretty on. It actually seemed pretty on from the moment we met them. Both seemed down to fuck. My girl had amazing lips and really cute face, would have definitely let her suck me off.

I showed my girl the view on my balcony and went for makeout. Such amazing lips. OMG. Strong and soft; inside of her mouth was so gushy and soft; I am kind of say that it wasn’t wrapped around my cock.

She said she had to use the restroom, so I let her go. After she got out I had to pee too; so I went.

Now after I got out, things started to change. The girls started getting pretty cunty. My girl was out on the balcony smoking a cigarette; so I went out and joined her.

We small talk for a couple minutes and she seemed a bit reserved. I’m touching her leg for a minute or so and then she takes my hand off her leg and kind of tosses it. I tell her to come cuddle and she says that she’s not into it.

Wtf? Bitch, you are not on my level. Whatever. She starts saying that they should probably go and I agree. I don’t really have time for this shit. I was down to wing for my boy, but it’s getting late, and I have work in the morning. If she’s not gonna suck my dick with minimal effort, I want her gone so I can sleep.

My friend persists with his girl, but they both are not down at this point. Not really sure what happened. I guess state kind of drops, but whatever. I’m ready to get them the fuck out.

I kind of think that both of them had boyfriends and then realized oh shit, we’re about to get fucked right now. And then came to their senses and decided it was time to leave.

We dropped them off and called it a night.

Pool party, not doing much, and a mini rant

Went to Intervention on Sunday. For those of you that don’t know, it is a ‘pool party’ at the Hardrock hotel. Pool is super small, it’s nothing like the ones in Vegas. It still pretty sick though, lots of room for the dance area, etc. It’s just that the pool is super small.

Wasn’t really in the mood for socializing. Didn’t want to really talk to anyone or open any girls. Can’t get in the event after leaving, so there wasn’t really any room for pulling unless you’re ready to leave.

Choded around for most of the time, helping when I could, and opening a couple when I felt like it.

Talked to maybe 3-4 girls total over a period of 4 hours haha. Such a waste of time.

Days like these make you look back like, WTF?! Life is so short and to waste 4 hours of your life by doing exactly the opposite of what you want to do. Any why? Because you don’t feel like it?

Wtf kind of pussy, bitch-ass shit is that?!

I don’t fucking feel like talking to anyone! Waaaaaa fucking go home and cry your bitch ass to sleep and jerk off with your tears. So fucking stupid.

My brain isn’t working and I don’t know what to say… Errrr… derrrr fuck head. It’s because you are fucking tired, you slept maybe 4 hours, got up for Mother’s day to get breakfast with your mom before work, and then went to work for a couple hours. No shit your brain isn’t in a fucking social mood. You are naturally introverted and you need to get socially warmed up.

You’ve been doing this shit for a while now and you know, from past experiences, that you can pull off a 30-minute conversation form the first interaction. It might be dull and boring, but that’s what gets you in the mood to be social.

That’s what gets you into a more self-amused mood. The action brings out the positive emotions. You understand that getting blown out does not matter. Its not a reflection of yourself. And other people’s opinions really mean nothing. Literally nothing.

So what is it that needs to be done? How can we stop wasting our lives and get what you want out of it?

  1. Stop with the bullshit excuses and approach all. Converse with everyone, even the 4s and below. You don’t have to fuck them, but you do need to socialize with them to get in that amazing extroverted mood that will get you the 10.
  2. Stay present. Ultra laser focus on whoever you’re talking to.
  3. Fully commit to every conversation and be completely congruent. Do not try to be your best self, be where you’re at in the moment.
  4. Minimize time between sets; keep momentum up.
  5. Don’t judge, every approach is 100/10
  6. Find something funny in each interaction
  7. Do a little more each approach
  8. Short an sweet in beginning, ground and longer later on

 

P.S.

Even though I am a bit frustrated now with how I succumbed to how I was ‘not feeling it,’ I did not berate myself in the moment. I stayed chill in the moment. I don’t want to put too much pressure on myself in field because its going make me have negative emotions associated with being out and I’m not gonna want to continue with the endeavor or stop going out and just put me in a worse mindset overall. Berate after the fact and remind yourself when you’re out that how your feeling is just a lie and to use momentum, even if there’s little available to get it going.

Tired, bored, and not motivated

FR: 5/10/13

This was probably one of the gayest nights out yet. After club ended, when normally I’d be beasting right outside the club, I decided to go home and have an internal battle about whether to go to bed or go out.

I think a lot of it has to do with lack of sleep, but also because of boredom and not taking enough action.

The night started with not approaching right away. Took maybe like 30 minutes or so for me to make my first approach. First approach went pretty awesome, but was pretty boring.

However, I felt better and into a more social vibe. I hit up sets pretty quickly first set to keep momentum going. I did maybe 10 sets or so and then suddenly lost motivation to approach.

Didn’t really feel like talking; at all. I kind wanted to just go home and go to sleep. Didn’t really have bad thought patterns, just didn’t want to talk and was tired.

After the club closed, I went home and went straight to my bed. I felt like I was being a pussy bitch, so I hit up friends to see where they were at. I decided that if anyone hits me back, I’ll head out again.

One eventually did so I met up with him. Still felt the same as before, if not worse, and didn’t have motivation to talk at all.

I approached a couple of girls, said like 3 words and then let my wing take over and walked ahead of them. No motivation to socialize at all. Felt a little burnt out.

Went home shortly after. Had a conversation with my drunken roommate about it and then went to sleep.

Shit-fuck bitch ass bouncers…. Yes, I’m a little bitter

FR: 5/9/13

Drove to LA, from Vegas, to catch the RSD free tour. Left a little early; while Tyler was rambling. Went out to downtown LA to pickup a girl my boy met in Vegas.

We parked right outside “Perch” and my boy called her to come down. He talked her into leaving her friend and going to get some food with him. Plan was to drop him and the girl off and for me to go to Lure in Hollywood.

While on our way to a Mexican restaurant, the girl gets a text message from her friend saying that her roommate/friend was sick and had to go to the hospital. Was really weird and we kind of thought it might have been made up, but didn’t stress too much over it. Dropped her off and headed out to Hollywood.

We we’re told to buy tickets for $20 online, but we thought we were too cool and tried to work the door. We figured worst case we’d be able to just pay the cover and get in.

Stupid us: door man was a dick, the whole thing was unorganized and a large cluster of fucks. Promoters were supplicating to the main dude and dude was a big headed, douche bag to the max; so fake and fragile. It was kind of hilarious.

After an hour or so of persisting, we decided to try somewhere else. We go over to Hollywood blvd and find a hipster bar. The bar was almost pitch black, loud and high energy. The crowd wasn’t my typical crowd and kind of put me into a weird headspace.

I was partially afraid of hitting up a dude with long hair because I couldn’t see shit. LOL. My boy hooked a girl right away and spent a lot of the time there with her.

I stood around for a while, putting myself in the worst headspace of the challenge. Was pretty gay. After a while I finally made a move right before we were about to leave and made my brain transition to: ‘People are generally nice and there’s no reason you are not enough.’

We leave a little after to go hit up outside of Lure. First girls we approach were walking away to their car. My wing hit them up first; I roll up second. Set goes ok, but they are heading home and persist to leave despite our attempts to lure them with weed that we don’t have to an after party that we don’t even have a venue for yet. Ha.

Next set I remember is a little Swedish girl, super cute. I hit up and she is super distracted trying to get her drunk friend away from some creeper dude trying to take her with him. I persist just enough to keep her engaged with me, but not enough to annoy her and blow it out.

After the friend is handled she comes back to me. I tell her that I know some Norwegian: ‘Vil du ha mine barne.’ Meaning: ‘I want you to have my babies.’ I hung with her for a bit and handled her drunk friend’s attempt to blow out. Telling me that if I break her heart, she’s gonna break me.

I told her that we’d be together forever and that I like how she looks out for her friend because she’d look after her while I was not around. Drunken friend disarmed.

Kind of funny: I see Todd in my peripheral and he sends in his boot camp student to come wing me.

The student comes in weak, looking at me for permission and I don’t think he even talked to the girl. My wing sees this dude and brushes him off easily and engages the friend to wing me LOL.

Later another dude is trying to take home my girl’s friend and my girl has me blow him out. I work for logistics and try to work the pull. Unfortunately logistics are not there and I see her off to a taxi.

Hit up a couple more sets. Next memorable set is a tall 9. I roll up super relaxed and very present. She’s facing the way I’m walking from and we make eye contact from about 5 feet away. I hold it and open with a, “Hey there.” Super smooth, present, basic conversation and she’s super hooked.

Her friend is screaming her name right next to her and her focus is completely on me. Doesn’t break. Finally I break the tension after the logistics aren’t there and get ready to bounce. Before I do, she shyly asks for my number and suggests we hang out sometime.

I find out next day when she hits me up that she’s a professional cheerleader for Chiva’s USA. Super hot.

Hit a few more up and then drive back to SD at 3am in the morning. FML.

Surrender Vegas, Tired Bitches, LMR

FR: 5/8/13

Woke up around 6pm, got up, went to Chipotle, and then beasted a little. After a couple hours or so, we decided to go back to the hotel and take a nap before we head out.

Woke back up around 10:30pm and went to Surrender. The venue was awesome! Super large, open area and an abundance of women.

We had a total of 4 guys in total. Two of them hit up a set together right away, another went to the bathroom, and I wandered around a little.

I didn’t hit anything up for a while. I ran into the dude that went to the bathroom and we wandered a little bit. Neither of us were leading and getting things started, so I decided that I should get things started.

I hit up a fat chick to get started and my friend took her ugly friend. We chatted with them for about 5 to 10 minutes before they said that they were going to go find their friends.

Knowing that since I got the first set started, I hit up the next set immediately. It goes well and my wing took her friend. Once that set burns out, we hit up the next. I start getting into a better state; everything I say hits.

We continue to the next set: two really cute girls from Long Island. These two are very reserved and don’t give back anything when talked to. The girl my wing was talking to gets distracted and pulls my girl away. I feel I could have persisted, but didn’t because I felt like I was talking to a wall.

Things started to slow down after this. I maybe hit up like 10 to 15 girls in a row and was getting a little bored with each interaction. I’m  also not creating enough ‘initiative,’ as Alexander from RSD calls it.

I slow down a lot and start choding around a bit. The club closes in an hour or so and I meet back up with one of the initial friends that separated at the beginning.

We decide to hit the casino. Casino is a little dead at this point and we go back into Surrender. We hit up a couple more sets before we head back out to the casino again.

We wait by the exit for girls to pour out. My friend hits up a couple lone girls. Finally this really cute blonde and her friend walk out and I beckon my wing over.

Before we get to them these two dudes approach them. They engage for a few seconds, but seem pretty chode and they obviously don’t know them, so I roll over to blow them out. So quick and their gone.

We hit it off with the girls and pull outside the Casino. They semi-drunk and super energetic/hyper, both young and having fun. Taking pictures, etc., hard to control and move forward.

My girl mentions that she’s hungry and I pull to Denny’s. On the way my girl gets distracted by the Venetian and stops for pictures. This gives my wing a chance to pull her friend away. My girl and I get to Denny’s and my wing and his girl head back to our hotel room.

My girl is sending texts to her friend asking her where she is and come back asap. Her friend tells her that she’s getting a drink with my wing and I tell my girl to have them pour a drink for me too.

She still tells her friend to come back, but then sends a text to say if she wants, and to make us a drink.

Too late, I guess the friend was giving my wing LMR and they were already headed back. We have breakfast, hang out and then when we’re done, my girl is acting like a pussy bitch and making an excuse that she’s tired and they head off.

My wing and I hit up the craps table before bed, lose money and then pass out.

Not very motivated

Was pretty dead tonight as it is/was Monday and it was raining. I didn’t really want to go out and had a chance to set up day 2s, but decided to cancel them because a friend of mine hit me up to go out.

Was not in a bad headspace at all, just wasn’t very many girls that I wanted to hit up. The first girl I felt the desire to talk to at all, I did. Went very well, talked, hooked, immediately. Chilled out and vibed.

Went over some theory and little suggestions with my friend. Walked around a bit looking for girls to hit up.

Had a beer because it was just a chill night to hang out. Did not lose sobriety whatsoever. Drank it for the taste and not to get over any type of anxiety at all. Came from a pure place.

Probably should have hit up sets just to hit sets up. Did not have an inkling of desire to talk to any of the girls available (maybe sticking point), but might have been a good idea to ‘sharpen the blade’ even though I was not attracted.*

*Noted for future reference.

Headed to Vegas tomorrow.

Going to get a solid 8 hours of sleep, do some laundry, and then jump in my car for Sin City.

This one’s gonna be short

Got out a little late because I wanted to show face at a friend’s birthday party. It’s funny how once you start to get really passionate about something, you kind of start to ostracize yourself from the friends you used to hang out with all the time. I went on a trip to Florida with the friends I saw last night back in February and I haven’t seen them since. It’s not like I didn’t want to hangout, it just that it would remove time from beasting – and then plus all the other obligations I have: work, school, etc.

So I roll out to Hardrock alone as my roommate and other friend are both already there. Meet up with other friend (we’ll call him W) almost immediately. W and I head to the bathroom. Now the bathroom in Hardrock is in the hotel lobby, which sometimes can be an awesome spot for beasting.

After leaving the bathroom, I see a group of about 8 sexy Mexican girls. I open one of the hottest and it seems pretty on. W hits up a couple of the other ones.

Apparently they are looking for a bottle of liquor and W tells them he can lead them there. We talk them into following us and we pull outside of Hardrock to a connivence store by my loft. When we get there, we find out they don’t sell liquor. Girls find out that there’s a Ralph’s a couple blocks away.

We herd them to the Ralph’s. They buy liquor and proceed to drink in the street. Such a fucking mess. 8 sexy (7.5 to 9s) arguing, confused, and drinking bottles of Sky vodka in the middle of the street. So not solid, but we did it for the adventure. We try to talk them into drinking at our place. A couple of them are down, but its getting a bit late and others just want to go back to the club and drink on the way.

W tells them they can’t bring the bottles back into the club and talks them into leaving it at my place. They finally agree and I now have a free bottle of vodka.

When we get back to Hardrock, they blow out pretty fast. Super stimulated and all over the place. I wasn’t really leading and had a bit of a followers mentality during the whole interaction and when I got in the club, it continued. Was in such a bad headspace. Didn’t approach at all from the start (which I should have), and when I did push out an approach it was half ass and I was blown out immediately.

This continues for a bit. I head up to float alone because W is in set and seems to go good. I get up there and don’t really do anything. Head back down. Run into W and we walk around, stand around for a bit, and not do much. He makes a couple approaches and I just stand around like a fucking faggot.

Around 1am I ask if he wants to hit up Stingaree. We don’t end up leaving Hardrock until about 1:15am. We get to Stingaree and the bouncers let us in to my surprise.

I’m in a new environment and I make the choice not to ruin the fact that my state is now back up to baseline. I hit shit up immediately. I get excited and sets go well. I’m putting out a better vibe. I decide to hit shit up left and right. State starts to rise. Bad headspace defeated.

I hit shit up until the club closes and then hit shit up some more outside the venue. With lack of sleep the past few days and working, I get a bit of a state crash around 2:30am and decide to just head home. Streets were pretty dead anyways.

*********Things to take from this night:

  1. First of all, its probably a waste of time to try and pull 8 girls. Cluster fuck to the max, but if you’re going to do it, make sure to take charge and don’t just be a follower.
  2. When in the club hit shit up immediately upon entering. Don’t wait; it will turn into a downward spiral and will be harder to break out of. Even if you end up spiraling down, still hit shit up. Ignore the thought patterns causing you to not approach. Some of the patterns that cause me not to approach: She’s fat/ugly/etc. She’s with her friends. It’s too crowded here. She’s with a dude. I have nothing to say. Too much effort to talk over the music.
  3. I didn’t really get into a social mode at all. Did not make a transition to my extroverted self and it seemed as if it was impossible. The lesson here is to have faith in the process. That once you start being consistently social and become comfortable with self-amusing, the extroverted, awesome self will come out. Trust in the process.
  4. Lastly, being tired can have a pretty big effect on your desire to hit shit up as hard. First night out, I was fully reseted, and everything was pretty smooth and extremely awesome. Last couple nights it’s been a slower progression to peak state, but the key is to push a little harder and continue to have faith in the process and that you will reach awesomeness. Don’t judge your beginning of the night approaches AT ALL. Laugh and smile.