Hollywood!…. Lure nightclub; sexy bitches; good ratio

FR: 5/16/13

Hollywood is pretty awesome. The dudes that are at the main door are such dicks; not letting dudes in without girls; not letting ugly and fat chicks in. The ratio when we got in was really fucking good.

I want to say that the ratio was about 3 girls to 1 guy. Most of the girls were at least 7s.

I started off a little a little slow. Later in the night I tapped a girl walking by and she smiled and dragged me off to a table she was at; offering drinks and whatnot. She wasn’t the cutest so I decided against staying with her and went off to hit up other girls.

Grabbed a chick and didn’t let her walk off by spewing awesomeness at her. I have her with my arm around her when I see another girl; I grab and open the other girl and pawned the other girl off.

The second girl I opened blew out pretty quick, but I thought it was hilarious and it put me into a good mood.

Started opening more sets. Of the sets I opened, I opened and hooked a 6’4” blonde model. Was her 21st birthday and very first club she’s been to.

Reopened her multiple times, but she was pretty occupied with everything that was going on.

Was having a lot of fun and the night went by pretty quickly. Once the club closed, we were out on the street hitting shit up in front of the venue.

Close to when everything was done, we found basically the last two girls out. Their ride was taking forever and after a bit of persistence, we were able into persuading them into coming to our friend’s house down the street.

Wasn’t really that on. My girl was pretty hot at least an 8. They were in a bit of a pissy mood because their ride never came and eventually took a taxi.

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



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.

Turning shit around, having fun, building compliance and pulling

FR: 5/11/13

So after the night before, I wanted to start looking for answers. I posted a thread on RSDn with the situation and what conclusions I had come to and the goals I had.

When I talked to my roommate and others, they expressed that it was probably down to these three things: drawing state from within, self-amusing, and continual right action.

Drawing state from within and self-amusing can in intertwined. When you self-amuse, you are pinging off of yourself and creating good emotions for yourself and also those around you.

You can also draw state from within and only effect yourself. Basically like thinking of a happy moment in time and reliving the joyous feeling inside your body. You don’t even necessarily have to think of something specific, you can just bring that happy, joyous feeling into yourself.

Continual right action is approaching and keeping the momentum going. It can also by, while in set as well: building compliance, venue changing, pulling, etc. Keeping it exciting in set.

The goals I had for myself is to start working on pulling. It’s been a little over a week since I last had sex and I am starting to get a little anxious. Pulling is the next step before fucking and It’s time to sharpen the blade.

I think the core of my boredom is the fact that I’m getting comfortable. I would approach, stay in set and stay comfortable by not moving the set around, getting a little edgier, building compliance and going for the pull.

With this in mind, I go out with a positive outlook on the night.

When we first get to the club, its pretty dead. I’m just fucking around with my friends. Singing a long to gangster rap, pretending to make it rain on my friend who’s pretending to be a female dancer.

I open a set. Completely relaxed and just having innocent fun. I self-amuse and have fun with it.

I smoke a cigarette. Some short fat dyke asks me for a lighter. I give her one and start chatting with her. Full detachment of outcome, it felt a little different than most of my sets. Felt extremely free.

I got a little taste of how it should be and rolled with it for the rest of the night.

We go upstairs to the rooftop patio. My friend beckons me over to approach a 2 set. I go in first and chat.

We’re there for a good 5-10 minutes or so. With building compliance in mind, I decide to go for venue change to club downstairs.

She agrees and we head down. When we get there, she doesn’t have the proper stamp to get it. No worries, I suggest we roll out to my place to grab drink and come right back.

She agrees and we head out. On the way, we chat and I ask her if she likes Jenga. We get to my place and my roommate is getting dressed with a girl he just banged; is dick hanging out and all. LOL

We wait outside for them to get dressed and then head to the living area.

I’m surprised that she was still down. We play Jenga and I tell her she has to give me a kiss if she loses.

The entire time her friend is hitting her up because my friend left her all alone. TBH, I really didn’t care. I didn’t want to fuck this girl. I just wanted to pull for the sake of pulling.

After she loses, we kiss. I get a little LMR and she wants to go back because her friend is alone and scared LOL. I oblige; she wasn’t that cute.

When we get back I tell her that I have to find my friends and peace her out. I find them a second later and we head down to the club. I’m by the dance floor in a good mood for taking action and a bouncer is passing out those foam light sticks.

My friends grab one and I get one as well. We head to the middle of the dance floor and I start beating both of my friends with the light stick; laughing and having a good time; sword fighting and stabbing

A couple minutes in a blonde girl grabs at my back; like a little pinch/squeeze. I turn around and see she’s pretty cute. I poke her with my stick and grab her hand to dance. We dance for a bit and I make go for make out after exchanging names, etc. Slightly denied, slightly not denied.

I felt pretty entitled at this point. I decide to move her to the patio by telling her its hot, lets go over here. And lead. I seed for the pull indirectly by saying how I live super close and sometimes leave the club to get drinks and come back because the drinks here are so expensive.

I try for the pull after a bit of conversation, but she says later. We go inside and her drunk friend finds her.

Yay, babysitting time! We cherish for a bit, dance for a bit, and then head upstairs to the rooftop patio.

We get there and I try to work logistics for the pull. We cherish and I’m making out with her a bit and getting her horny by biting her neck and lightly fingering her and rubbing her tits.

She’s super into me and really wants to fuck by this time, but still has to take care of her friend, and plus, they took a party bus that was leaving by 1:30am.

As the time starts to narrow, I tell her I have to go to the bathroom and she should come with me. I tell her friend we’ll be right back in two minutes, just gonna go to the bathroom.

She comes and I lead her straight to the elevator (was gonna just pull back to my place). She stops me and asks if I was going to go to the bathroom downstairs and I say yes. She wants to stay up and have me meet her. And then I run by the drinks at my place again. She wants to, but has to stay with friend and party bus is coming in 15 minutes.

I talk a bit more and seed for fucky time at a later date. She basically agreed to fucking. She said she’s extremely single and when I told her she seems like shed be crazy in bed, she said that she’s been told she’s the best others have had. LOL so down.

Anyways, I peace her out and go to meet up with other friends.

Next memorable set we met in the middle of the street at around 3am when it’s a ghost town. I approach and initially get ignored. I naturally found a line that gets them to open while they ignore me, worked multiple times that night:

ME: Hi, hello, I’m Andrew. I’m really nice. Hello.

HER: ignore

ME: I’m nice, I have chest on my hair.

HER: ahahahaha what?? You have chest on your hair. Hahaha *hug*

It’s on. We walk hand in hand and chat for a bit. She says she’s headed over to the friends house and we’re welcome to come with.

We do and chill out for a bit. Meet her friends and chat for a bit. My girl was a little drunk and I don’t see an opportunity to isolate, so I grab number and bounce.

End of night.

******* Main thing is having fun, doing things out of your comfort zone and being a little more on the edge. Also, build compliance and more actively go for pull.

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.

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.

Slow, but steady…. & Pretty fucking Tired

OK, so last night. Hit up Stingaree in downtown San Diego. Apparently Method Man and Red Man were performing. Normally, we’d get in free, but it was pretty tight. Paid the dude off $40 for 3 total, normal cover was $30 for that night I guess.

Whatever. We roll inside and decide to get stamped before anything. We go to get stamped, but faggot at the door is making us fucking leave and walk around to the entrance. Douche-fucking-bag.

Since we’re out, we decide to hit up another bar. Having had a spectacular night the night before, I learned that it is EXTREMELY FUCKING IMPORTANT TO HIT SHIT UP IF YOU HAVE THE SLIGHTEST DESIRE TO HIT IT UP.

****Now what the fuck does this mean? It means that if you have an inkling of a desire to talk to a girl, you need to talk to her. NO FUCKING EXCUSES. AT ALL. PERIOD. If you don’t, it will be a decline in your flow state – one step back. If you do, it will blast you forward – 10 fold. Key to success right there. Even if you get blown out or you’re nervous/nothing to say. Doesn’t matter. If she’s with her boyfriend, she’s too hot, etc. Just do it. You  will thank yourself.

Also, if you’re out with wings, it’s important to take action before you see them taking action. You see them go. You go. You don’t see them go. You go. The reason this is important is because you need to give yourself permission. You need to take charge of yourself. Don’t let your wings give you permission in the environment; give yourself the permission. It’s empowering and it tells your mind that you are the one that makes the decisions and dictates your reality. It keeps you out of spectator mode, which is hard to get out of once you’re in.

So as we’re crossing the street, I see a cute group of 4 girls. I point at one and make a comment. She hears half of it and asks me to repeat the other half. We chat for a little. I’m still a little uncalibrated (tonality, verbals, body language), but she’s still intrigued. She stays, waiting on the corner talking to me until her friend says, “this isn’t a stop light, what are you waiting for? We can go.” This snaps her out of it and they walk on.

We get into this little hole in the wall bar called Tivoli’s. We hit the patio. My roommate and friend start hitting a couple sets up. I wanted to smoke a cigarette, so I chill back and smoke while they do their thing. Not good, since I’m out, I should be hitting shit up. Really need to quit smoking. I’m making a bad habit of smoking when I’m out and I’ve been actually buying packs lately. Next on the to do list.

As I’m sitting there smoking, I’m putting myself into spectator mode watching my two friends talking and taking action. Not good. I don’t hit anything up in that bar.

We head back to Sting. Friends had to go to the bathroom, so I waited by the dance floor. There were a couple of sets I could have hit up, but I didn’t. I did, however, hit up a girl that walked by. Only one. I head up to the rooftop a few minutes later and start hitting shit up more avidly.

I run into my roommate and he’s already in super state because he hits shit up pretty hard. He tells me to give him the craziest opener I could think of and point a girl out and that he’s so money that it won’t even matter. So I give him the line, “I shoved a huge, black dildo up my ass earlier,” and point out a little cutie in a blue dress.

He walks over and the look on the girl’s face is priceless. Straight freaked out. LOL. Her friend has kind of a freaked out / wants to laugh because its so weird look on her face. The scuttle away from him, but he reopens, probably saying that he was just joking and (pointing at me) saying that I told him to.

I took this as a chance to open myself and tell them he was just joking and both the girls start laughing. I chat up for a bit and apparently there’s a big bday party. I get introduced to all the friends and basically become part of the party. The dudes in the group like me, etc. I chat for a bit to pump my state and excuse myself when it starts getting a little boring.

Hit shit up a bit more until a bikini fashion show started. I got a little distracted for a bit.


********!@*#!*@#*!@#  I have to get back to work right now, my lunch break is almost over. I will finish writing this a bit later. (I work 40 hours + a week. Still hit it up until 3-4 am in the morning. Actually had a meeting at 8:30am this morning, hit it up until 3:30am last night.@#$@#$!!*********


OK, back – trying to recall what happened next. I’m gonna lay out only the important aspects. I’m pretty sure after the fashion show, we hit up a couple more sets on the rooftop and then decide to go downstairs. Downstairs we talk to a couple more sets and then leave the club.

We run into a friend in the street and he says that he has a two set in this small, but pretty nice, bar called Bollywood. My two friends go to the two girls. I stand there for second and remind myself that it would probably be good to get in set instead of just hovering. There was a girl sitting by herself near the front of the bar that I saw on the way in.

Looking over she was still there and I debate whether or not to go in. Now I mention earlier that if you have any inkling of desire to approach: DO IT.

I have a couple thoughts: She might be here with someone, the bar is so empty, what if I immediately get blown out, etc. I immediately cut the thought patterns off and reframe it: Lets just see what happens and start walking over.

I open with. *tap on the shoulder* and, “Hey. Hello, I’m Andrew.” We chat for a good 30-45 minutes. She ditched her friends that went to a super ghetto, basement bar calls C Lounge and she was hanging out alone, sobering up before driving home. She had perfect logistics.

I seed for the pull. I try to get things sexual. When I mentioned sex as being a good release. She agreed and gave indicators of wanting to fuck, but for some reason, I froze up a bit and let silence reign. I broke it shortly after, changing the subject. So fucking gay. I guess it’s getting used to flowing with that stuff without the numbness of being intoxicated. Just another part of going sober.

I go for the pull because I don’t want to hang out there any longer. She’s not down. Probably because I couldn’t handle the sexual tension. Fuck it. Grab her number and bounce.

This interaction and because of the right action I took, boosted my state. I feel amazing and meet up with the wings again. We hit shit up some more and I call it a night around 3am.

Multiple times throughout the night I overcame the AA and fed off the desire of approaching a set. Even HB9s & 10s. Main girls I want to focus on. Always cutting off the negative thought patterns and replacing them with: Let’s see what happens!

Successful, but slow night. Being fully rested definitely helps.

I am fucking awesome

Holy fuck. Amazing night last night. So much fucking fun. Absolutely no drinks to get it started.

Three of my boys and I headed out to Ivy rooftop for Thursday night. We get there just before 10:30pm to make guest list, and as always it super fucking DEAD.

Whatever. We hang out for a bit. One of my friends grabs a drink at the bar and I get a water. I see a cutie walk by, but don’t approach. I want to say I was in a, ‘whatever’ kind of mindspace, but I was definitely trying to be a chode. Making excuses that it’s too dead to approach and all the girls are with guys.

On one hand, this is a good thing: pretend that you’re just kind of ‘going with the flow’ and don’t brow beat yourself for not making the approach (while your out), because if you do, you’ll end up putting yourself in an even worse mindspace.

On the other hand, you need to recognize that you really are just making excuses and you’re being a fucking faggot.

It’s a tough paradox to balance: recognize you’re being a faggot, but at the same time, don’t brow beat yourself (in the middle of your night).

Back to the party: got our drinks and friends talk about leaving. I see the girl, that walked by earlier, all alone sitting down in the corner. Now normally, me being a faggot, I would have made excuses that my friends are leaving; wouldn’t approach; and left with the friends.

I am no longer going to be a faggot, therefore, I approached and forgot all about my friends.

She’s from Romania. 5’5”, fat booty, tight waste, cute dimples, lawyer, boxer, very active, and can cook. I wanted to marry her right there. Well, in all honestly I just wanted to have sex with her, but whatever.

We chatted for like 30-45 minutes. I slowly started self-amusing and speaking a little sexual as the conversation progressed.

I checked for logistics, but they just weren’t there and I didn’t want to spend the whole night with her. After almost an hour, I grabbed her number and took off.

Friend’s had taken off a while ago and were at Voyeur. Got in pretty quick. Started talking immediately. Almost every girl I could. I was starting to get amazingly amazing.

Waffle was awesome. Wit was there. I was like a super human. I had a girl tell me that I was intense, ask me if I was on drugs, if I was listening to myself, etc. Funny thing is I was SUPER SOBER. Super in state, just killing it.

At one point, I was talking to a 5.5-6, and just being super awesome. Just to spread the awesomeness, but I get a little weirded out because she likes me a lot and won’t run off with her friend, even though her friend is tugging at her.

****I want to start taking not-so-hot girls and approach hotter girls, then just pawn the not-so-hot off.**** Feel kind of bad though.

I’m in the smoking section and one of my main girls (fuckbuddy),

(photo coming soon)

comes out of the club. She sees me and confronts me. Apparently she saw me talking to a bunch of girls. She tells me how I dissed her, said I was too busy to hang out, blah, blah. I really didn’t know what to say because I was in such a good mood and she was being all negative. All I could thing of doing is laughing and doing funny poses. It made her laugh for a second and then get mad again. Talking all this bullshit to me. I eventually just left.

She might be blown out, but I can probably fix it if I really want sex in the near future. But in all honesty, I really don’t care. Full abundance. Like I seriously don’t care.

Anyways, I continue to hit it up. Everything I say and do is money. I head back to Ivy with one of my friends. Open a Mexican set. One is really hot and she speaks English.

I hit her up and she’s with her cousin. Her cousin doesn’t speak English, so I bust out my white-boy Spanish skills. My wing somehow swoops the hot one on accident and the fucking cousin straight isolates me. WTF? Pulls me back away from the initial hot girl. As my wing is somehow occupying her…

I give it a couple minutes and pretend that I don’t understand what the cousin is saying and make the hot one come translate. We hang out until the club closes, but nothing is going down. They took a party bus and logistics were pretty stupid.

We hit up the streets. I beast hard on this Israeli girl. She’s wearing blue pants. I open with:

ME: Blue pants *points up and down at her pants*

HER: yup

ME: blue shirt *points up and down at my shirt*

Her: yup

ME: Meant to be *points at each other*

HER: *giggles*

ME: *slides in, hugs, careses, and explains how out future marriage is layed out*

Set was so solid, but I was kind of on my own. It was two Israeli girls: one mine, and other was talking to some dude.

The dude on my girl’s friend had another guy friend hovering. He tried to come in on my girl, but he got shut down fast. My girl had a scarf and whenever one of the guys came over and tried to talk to her I would pull the front part of her scarf over her head so her face was covered. So hilarious.

Finally my friends came back and I stole my girl’s friend and introduced her to my friends. Unfortunately, she already liked the other dude a lot so it wouldn’t stick.

I stuck it out to cockblock the other guys and just cherished with my girl until the guys walked off. Intermittently stealing my girl’s friend away from the dudes.

Roamed the streets a bit more. Not much left. Hit up what we could and then headed towards Area 51.

Funny enough, we’re standing on the sidewalk and we see this car jerk forward parked next to the sidewalk. Two girls getting away – jokingly – from a couple guys talking to them through the window.

I look inside, don’t really make out faces and then I hear my name. It’s the Israeli girls. I immediately jump in the back seat. One of my friends follows.

Dudes are freaked out a bit, but are still trying to get the girls out. Keep asking what my friend and I were doing in the car. I told her to tell them we were gay and not to worry.

They try getting us out of the car by asking her to unlock the doors, but I keep hitting the lock. Eventually the girls drive off with us in the back seat. We tell them to just drop us off.

We get to our place and I tell them to park, but they just pull over. Won’t park and we persist for the pull. No go, we eventually get out and walk back to Area 51.

Super dead, head to get some food and call it a night.

Awesome night. Even though no pull. Transitioned nicely.

******Huge lesson. If you want to go in. Go in. You will feel amazing that you did it. You’ll avoid feeling like a faggot and it will start the momentum building. Fuck all the stupid shit in your head saying you can’t. Worst case just say hello. That’s it. HELLO!

Fucking felt amazing last night too. Like I was drunk, free, expressive, but still able to formulate words, etc.

Very slow beginning

Slow beginning tonight. Didn’t transition very well tonight. Was pretty much expected as it was the first night of gaming completely sober. Goal of the night was to not drink at all. This was successful. Felt pretty introverted and unsocial.

Started the night at the loft with the regular homies. My roommate was pretty drunk when I initially got home LOL. We got into a bit of a heated debate about how why I wanted to improve myself and go sober for the next 30-days. He asked my why I want to try to better my game because I was already super money. My response was because I want to bang hot girls on a regular basis.

Now granted, I don’t get laid as much as him because he has a lot lower standards as him. I had to prove to him that at lot of the girls he bangs are not as hot as I want. Multiple girls with chub and slightly unattractive occasionally.

We started the night off about 11pm at Sidebar. Was pretty fucking dead upon entering. Did not approach at all from what I can remember. Just kinda stood around a little anxious while my friends started approaching. After a couple of sets that don’t really go anywhere for them, we decide to bounce to another place.

Headed to a bar that was doing karaoke that was pretty lame. Super dead and shitty singers. Decide to hit up the next bar: Whiskey Girl.

Right outside the bar, my boy opens a set. I immediately follow. Interaction goes well, I’m pretty excited about what I have to say and self-amused. Girl wasn’t that attractive, but just wanted to get myself into a more talkative mood.

Girls are heading to another bar, after a bit of convo, we decide to let them head off on their own. We get in the bar and the first set my friends open is a three set of semi-attractive girls. Their jumping and hollering. I don’t join in and stand about around them. I value scan like a little bitch and don’t find anything to open. *Well I do, but I just make a few excuses not to.

Finally see a girl alone and decide to open. We chat for a bit, doesn’t go anywhere and convo dies off. I dance a little and let her wander off.


After that I still kind of choded out and made a bunch of excuses no to make approaches. Headed back to Sidebar. Immediately went to the smoking patio and hit up three girls with my two friends.Opened pretty nicely and then I just went pretty blank. Stopped talking and just kind of chilled back. One of my friends was running good game as he had probably already talked to at least 10-15 girls. Other friend comes in and pretty much gets ignored completely and calls them gold digging whores.

This kind of causes the girls to blow us out and they head back inside. I chode around for literally the next hour or so. Don’t really talk to any more girls until on of my boys drags me over to wing him. My girl was pretty sexy and I tell her I’m originally am from San Diego. She’s from Turkey and tells me how lucky I am.

I joke around and tell her that I was born on the beach, but don’t worry they laid out a towel. Continue a little humorous conversation and then it just kind of dies and we realize its pull-thirty.

We roam a bit and my two boys hit up a two set. I walk around and see a girl I should have approached that was alone, but don’t. I make a full circle around the bar and see her again. I decide to open. We chat, she tells me her name and where she’s from. This rings a bell. I tell her that I think I met her. And show her a phone number in my phone. It’s hers, we laugh and then dance for a bit.

I take her out to the patio and we chat for a bit. She super sober and her state wasn’t pumped by my awesomeness (which is what happened last time and is why she probably didn’t remember me). I tell her to hang out and I send her a text so she has my number.

She goes on her way. I head back in the club and I feel that I’m starting to transition. I open more sets. Things are pretty awesome. I tell girls that I went to the Zoo yesterday and tried to steal a flamingo. Also tell them about how my friend, earlier that night, tried to steal a cardboard cut out of the most interesting man in the world from Wiskey Girl – to no avail (TRUE STORY).

After the streets die out. We call it a night. Two of my friends pull a couple ugly Mexicans, but I head upstair to write up this field report. And now it’s time for bed. 🙂



Peace out and good night!