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.

New Zealand Girl + LMR = No Fucky, Long Night

Got to Vegas in the afternoon. Woke my friends up and headed out to beast a bit. Grab some food and beast. Not much out, but we hit up what we can.

Decide to go back to the room for a nap before heading out to Pure.

We wake up around 11pm-ish and go out to pure. We hit some shit up on the way. Once in, there are a pretty large amount of dudes.

We hit up what’s available, but some seem a bit standoffish. I’m not sure what it was, but remember a specific I hit up and kept plowing, for her to continue ignoring me and even turning away from me, but later in the night seeing me and excitedly reengaging me.

Fucking weird. Anyways, we decided to head out to the casino floor. We find a couple German girls around 12:30am and chat it up for a bit. Show them how to get free drinks, but after showing little compliance, we ditch them.

We head back in after a bit more of hitting up ladies in the casino. I hit a few girls up, but nothing seems to stick. Both of my friends are occupied, and eventually go for pull, and I get stuck alone in the club.

Not always a bad thing, but I wasn’t getting anything to stick and when I would make attempts to open, it wouldn’t hook or anything. Started to get in a bit of a bad headspeace, so I just chilled for a bit.

I would still hit shit up intermittently, but there wasn’t much available and I wasn’t coming off as I should when I did open.

One of my friend texts me that he’s on his way back. He says that he as a four set outside Pure at the seahorse bar. I roll over and grab one of the girls. She’s very unattractive and I notice that she has a ring. I sit and chat to get into a more social mood.

After a few minutes, we bounce out of that set and go by the entrance to Pure. Girls are starting to come out. As they do, we hit them up. The girl my friend had pulled earlier gave him LMR and he was waiting for her to come out the club again.

When she came out, she had a friend with her. Unfortunately, her friend had  a bit of pudge. She wasn’t really ugly, just a little fat. I gamed her and she immediately fell in love with me. She made moves to kiss me, etc. She had a tongue ring, so worst case, I would have let her give me and amazing blow job.

We pull to Bally’s. I actually would have fucked her, but a third cunty, ugly, biter bitch cock blocked both of us hard when we got back to their hotel room. These girls eventually blow out and we head back to the Pure entrance.

When we get back I open a set of Canadian girls. One of them falls in love with me, but her friends drag her off.

A couple minutes later after fucking around in the lobby, kung fu fighting with a friend, I open a cute New Zealander. She’s got pale skin, dark hair, and cute little accent.

I open pretty hard and she’s dragging her friend away saying she needs to get her home. I persist and eventually she stops. She falls in love pretty quick, I pick her up and carry her to a chair, and place her on my lap.

Her friend expresses that she wants to find a guy friend’s room that is staying at Ceaser’s Palace (same hotel as Pute). She makes me promise that I’ll stay here with her friend. I promise and she takes off.

NZ girl stays with me an proceeds to show me pictures of her at XS on stage with LMFAO. She’s adorable and I tease her. She’s staying at Harrah’s, which is right next to The Quad (where I’m staying), and I agree to walk her to her room.

The entire time, she won’t kiss me on the lips. I’m kissing her neck, cheek, and ears pretty aggressively; she’s completely ok with it. I get her to kiss me once on the way to her hotel, but no make out.

We get up her room and we lay on the bet together. I start kissing her next and her collar bone, and move down her to breast. She’s wearing one of those rubber pads over her breast and she tells me that she needs to go take it off.

She comes back with all her clothes off except her panties. I follow suit and take my clothes off as well. Things start getting a little hot as I am rubbing her clit and stick my finger in a little.

I start getting light LMR. I ignore it and continue. Then she says, “I can’t have sex with you.” Again, I ignore it and persist. She starts giving me massive LMR and tells me that I have to go. I pull back a lot, chill out and talk.

I get her engaged in the conversation and proceed to move forward. I get her laughing a lot and relaxed with me. She still gives me resistance. I pull back again. Tell her I really don’t care if we have sex and that I really enjoyed her company.

She’s telling me to leave because her friend is going to come back soon and she can’t see me here. She tells me that she has a boyfriend back in NZ and the girl that is with her is his sister. I change subject, chill back again, and move forward when necessary. Still no go.

I try to get her to come get food with me – I would have eventually went for the pull to my place –  but no go.

I go for last straw and tell her that I’m gay; it won’t count as sex. This is America, since you’re in a different country; it doesn’t count as cheating. I start putting my clothes on, she want’s to add me to facebook, and I tell her that I’ll add her if she has sex with me. Still no go.

As I am leaving ask her one last time if she’s sure she doesn’t want to have sex. She says no and then I ask her if she wants to suck my dick instead, and she says no. LOL, I head out and meet my buddies at McDonalds.

Hit up the craps tables, when some money, and get back to the room to sleep until 5pm next day.

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

1)    Hit everything up, even ugly girls/fat girls, and girls with guys. There was not an abundance of women last night and in order to get into state/social mood, it’s necessary to hit up everything.

2)    I am in Vegas, as I hit up more girls and get warmed up, it is important to screen hard for compliance and escalate (shortly after opening), and then go for the pull. Tonight is my last night here and the clubs are open super later, therefore if the pull goes down, but the fuck doesn’t, I can always go back o the club.

Short and sweet night

Short and sweet; the theme of tonight. Had to read two chapters of my Econ book and take an online test. Finished about midnight, changed and headed out.

Got to Hardrock and there were a massive amount of dudes in suits. I guess there was a Urology conference in town. Not many hot girls (excuse), so I headed out to the next venue.

Met up with my roommate and a couple dudes on the way to next venue: Barely Mash.

At the entrance, my roommate hit up a three set that was just leaving. One was down, the rest were a bit cunty. I tried to wing for him, but they just weren’t down at all. I left him and went back inside.

Walked around a bit, but again, massive amount of dudes. Found a group of cute girls with a couple dudes. Just so happens that my roommate is talking to one of them. I approach the two that on their own talking to each other. Initially the first one ignores me, but I introduce myself and she turns back around and introduces herself to me as well.

I turn to the second one and realize that she is way hotter (superficial 9 – fake tits, etc. –  she’s a bottle service girl at a new club in town). I introduce myself and focus attention on her. We chat for a bit until she has to go to the bathroom. I grab her number and tell her I’m gonna find my friends.

Next set is a Ukrainian girl form Seattle. Pretty sexy. I thought she was Asian at first and was pretty excited to find out she wasn’t. I talk a bit and everything goes awesome.

Favorite part of the night was while talking to her and some faggot comes up to us and tells me I should buy her a drink. I just look at him, laugh, and say, “You should buy her a drink.” Dude responds: “You’re talking to her, you should buy her a drink.” I just stare at him and laugh: “You’re funny man.” Ignore and back on girl. Faggot leaves.

After this set, I’m pretty tired and decide to call it a night. Did not reach a high level of state, but I had fun, talked to some girls, and was able to work the waffle.

Fun night. Time to get some sleep. Have another test and some homework to do in the morning before work. Will be nice to actually get a full nights rest.

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.

New Tyler video hit home

Very interesting. Tyler just put out a new video, in my home town, about the reason it’s necessary to approach a lot (tada – my biggest sticking point).

One of the main reasons why, he explains, is the funnel effect. Approach a lot > most girls will be social, easy going, > some will engage and become attracted > few will get sexually arroused > less will have the logistics in your favor (which is what you look for to have a SNL & something my roommate is really good at looking for).

It goes even further down the funnel, in which, you will find girls that will be willing to have sex with you > and of those you have sex with, girls that you’ll want to keep around and actually have some sort of relationship with. And of those girls you like, depending on if you want this (which happens to be what I want), you’ll find some that like other girls. Possibly even go out and pickup girls with you.

The later is what I’ve noticed tremendously. And it has a direct relationship with me not approaching as much as I should: I don’t find very many girls that I actually want to keep around. Sure, I’ll find girls that I want to keep around to have sex with, but I don’t find very many girls that I actually want to hang out with.

But while you’re out, the mind frame that you need to be coming from is that of: “I’m just being social.” This stems innocence. You are not doing anything wrong; you’re just out to have a good time and meeting new people. People in the venue can notice this. Boyfriends won’t get all butt-hurt, girls won’t get all pissy, etc. Unless of course, their just really drunk and fucking idiots; which you’re definitely going to encounter; obviously, don’t take it personal.

And in all honesty, that’s all you need to do. Go around and be social. You don’t need to use different techniques, like getting extremely physical, talking mad shit to girls, or going for instant make-outs. That’s how you come off as a creep, get forced into a creeper’s mindset, and start becoming terrified to approach or even go out.

*side note: you can get away with instant make-outs, getting real physical, or talking shit if you’re congruent with it – if you’re actually doing it to have fun and not using it as a technique to ‘get the girl.’*

Just go out and chat with people. While you’re chatting, stay super centered, present to the moment, and have fun. That’s all that’s needed. Don’t judge yourself negatively; everything you say is awesome. “There’s no reason you’re not enough” (Alexander). If someone’s an idiot, brush it off, and don’t take it personally.

Anyways, heres the video I’m referring to:

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!



The last day of alcoholism

Tis’ the last day of drinking (at least for a month)… Went out to Pacific Beach to game, but before that I was working numbers like crazy trying to get fuck to go down.

For some reason, I’ve been a bit horny lately and just want to bang. I probably have about 15 new numbers I’m working simultaneously that I’ve gotten in the past few days. I’m doing this new thing where I add the date of when I met them in front of their name. It’s pretty awesome because in my iPhone, it puts them all at the bottom of my contact list, in order.

Anyways, this 30-year old milf that I’ve been sexting the past couple weeks says she’s gonna be at a bar with her girlfriend in Old Town and suggest I come by. I tell her to send a picture of her friend, she’s fucking hideous. I drag a friend along and don’t show him the picture. Going into this, I knew the logistics we’re there and just wanted to show face. Get her a little more comfortable with me as I have not yet had a day 2 with her.

We meet up, she’s acting all shy and shit with me, reminds me of a little girl. Probably because she’s already seen my dick and she’s sent me a vag pic and we’ve already agreed that we’re gonna fuck via text and we haven’t even met up yet. Shits kind boring, but I just hangout and have a couple beers and a taco.

My friend and I dip and head out to PB. This is a huge issue of mine:

I have solid fucking game. Girls love me, I’m centered, I can hold a conversation, I make laugh, provide a full range of emotions, escalate when needed, but I don’t approach enough.

I have gotten a lot of same night lays by only approaching anywhere form 1 to 10 girls a night. I’ve banged about 12 in a 2-3 week period (4 of which took no effort on my part whatsoever LOL), but imagine if I approached consistently throughout the night.

From my experience and reflective thoughts, there are different forms of approach anxiety, including, but not limited to: social pressure, apathy, laziness, fear of not knowing what to say, etc.

My particular issues stem from: 1) being naturally antisocial, 2) social pressure of being seen blowout/coming off as a fucking creeper, 3) laziness of having to hold a conversation, and 4) sometimes scared because I don’t know what to say/thinking what I have not to say is not good enough.

These are the primary issues, I also notice that my body chemistry will start to interfere as well, I’ll feel drowsy, my stomach will hurt, eyes puffy/watery, etc.

All of this is resistance. The only way to get past the approach anxiety and changes in biochemistry is by taking action, getting blown out, and having fun with yourself and staying light hearted.

You need to be hyperaware of the fact that everything going on inside of you will dissipate as you transition into a more extroverted, expressive version of you.

How is this done? Following the process. Become extremely present to the moment, talk to people, get interested, get excited, have fun, and laugh. Don’t be scared to speak your mind, to blowout of set, and to express yourself freely.

Another issue in the past, for myself, was I would start the process, sets wouldn’t hook and I would give up on the process. I would stop the process just shy of the transition from my introverted-self, to my extroverted, fun-self.

Last night was a good example (with the help of alcohol) that I made that transition. BTW, I’ve noticed that no mater what conscious altering substance I take, I will always have to make that transition. Some help ease the transition, but not mater what it will have to be made. “No mater where you are; there you are.”

Had a few drinks, but wasn’t tipsy. I remember walking around Typhoons, seeing my two buddies approaching, and having full resistance. I don’t know what to say. That’s a big group, I don’t want to deal with her friends. Bunch of gay shit going through my head. I was being lazy.

Even not knowing what to say is being lazy, IMO. It’s like that excuse a child would give their parents when they didn’t want to do a chore and their excuse is, “I don’t know how.” I used to do that all the time a child. I just really didn’t want to do it.

I talked to a couple sets eventually and wasn’t really feeling it. Full resistance and negativity.

I go outside for a smoke. There’s a girl to my right that has an amazing ass and nice curves in a green dress. She’s talking to a friend that’s not that cute and seems pretty drunk.

I feel a huge urge to talk to the girl in the green. She’s got long beautiful brown hair and extremely soft-looking skin. I resist. I recognize this, but the urge to talk to her was over powering. I have a self dialog: You know you’re going to talk to her. You’ve been there before when you really wanted to talk to a girl and you walk away. The feeling is stupid. Just talk to her now. No better time. 

I tap her on the should. Super centered and extremely present. Direct eye contact as always. “Hello, I’m Andrew.” Set opens nicely, we chat; her drunk friend’s attention directly on me. We talk for a bit everything’s good, but eventually they leave to go friend their other friends.

All good, plenty of time in the night. I know at this point that I need to continue to open to keep the momentum going. I’m in a better mood, I was talking with excitement, and I go approach more.

I’m extremely present. Staying in set consistently and having a lot of fun. I remember talking to some girl about cuming all over her back, pulling out, fucking, etc. Just no filter. A different girl, later n the night, was getting extremely horny because I was describing exactly how she likes getting fucked and telling me how she wants to have a threesome with another girl. I actually have another girl that wants to have a threesome as well and we exchange numbers to set something up.

I roam around a bit more, still hitting shit up. Having a shit ton of fun and already full transistioned from to full expression mode. Everything is hitting and I’m super money.

My friend’s and I hit it up until the bitter end. Literally opening every set in McDonalds and sticking until pull doesn’t go down. Then opening the next until the last finally leaves.

Reopened the hotty from the smoking section about 4 more times that night. Last time was in McDonalds and apparently some dude she knew was already talking to her – his friend started getting physical, shoving and threatening to fight me. I just left it alone.

Did not pull, grabbed about 4 numbers. Main focus was the transition from introverted to extroverted and that was extremely successful. Will be the main focus over the next couple of weeks. We shall see how it goes tonight without the assistance of alcohol.



Tomorrow it all starts…

Going back to the basics. I actually need to start developing and honing in on the skill set rather than just going out and letting it slowly and naturally progress.

I have had a pretty good amount of success, but I haven’t really developed the specific skills needed. The min goals are going to be as follows: developing wit and the waffle (being able to talk and talk), pulling, and f-closing.

I have always had pretty bad approach anxiety and its being handled. I’ve been having a lot of success with alcohol, but its been pretty sloppy and not to controlled.


This 30-day is to get back on the sober horse and actually develop specific areas of focus. First will be the waffle and wit, I won’t focus on pulling, just if I notice it’s on, I’ll go for it. Primarily will be focusing on approaching and talking forever and ever.

I’ll be out tonight, actually trying to work on multiple day 2s, so hopefully something comes through, but the party starts tomorrow!