3 nights backup FRs; 2 lays and some fun

FR: 5/18/13

Hit up Stingaree for Saturday night; approached semi-hard. Got pretty good at flowing and removing the filter.

Talked a lot about sex with different girls. Towards the end of the night, as we’re leaving my friend sees a girl he knows. She has a friend; he’s talking to his girl and I roll up to the friend.

I can tell its super on and I offer Jenga after party. I pull outside and drag down the street. My friend and his girl follow.

We get to my pad and I pour a couple drinks. My girl and I dance a little and then I drag upstairs and proceed to insert penis in vagina.

My roommate had already pulled, my other friend left early to try and train my roommate’s girl and failed. My friend that had my girl’s friend banged.

After I banged I came down and let my friend try to train my girl too. Fail.

My other friend let him try to train his girl too and again fail. LOL. 3 train fail. So funny. I was kind of sad though; because when he was trying to train my girl’s friend; my girl came down and walking in on them and dragged her off and out. I kinda wanted to cuddle and put her in the rotation; she was a solid 7.5. Worked out and had a tight pussy, ass and overall body. Oh well.


FR: 5/19/13

Didn’t wanna go out. Felt like I was getting sick. Went out anyways. I let my friend take my phone and call the blonde girl I fucked last Monday and tell her that I wanted him to pick her up, but I was sleeping at the moment.

He was gonna try to fuck her. She agreed and he picked her up. I laid down the rulls and told him that I didn’t want to have anything to do with it. She started blowing up my phone and the whole thing was a big mess.

I ignored her for a while, but she kept calling me. Eventually he dropped her back off and came out to beast.  Wasn’t very motivated; talked to a couple girls and then went home to go to sleep as I had to work at 10 am the next morning.


FR: 5/20/13

Friend of mine invited a girl over that he met the day before and she brought a friend. Friend was Asian and I wasn’t really that into her. I decided to roll out with my roommate and other friend and beast a bit.

Met an older blonde chick on the corner of the street and chatted her for a bit. She seemed super down even though she kept telling she had a boyfriend. She wouldn’t let me kiss her, but I started mackin on her neck and she would moan ridiculously; in the middle of the street.

Her sister was super aggressive, but I calmed her down and some how ended up kissing her on the lips.

Some black dude and I pulled the two girls out to a restaurant. At the restaurant my girl started getting pretty sick and went to puke in the bathroom.

Sister wanted to get fucked pretty bad, she kept telling me to take care of her sister. She’d go with black dude and my girl would go with me and we’ll all meet in the morning.

My girl started getting more sick and got kicked out and started throwing up on the ground outside.

This was my que to leave. I let them all get in a tax without me and took off.

Met up with my friend and the two girls at a hookah lounge called Area 51. Talked to the Asian girl a bit and escalated physically to see how down she was.

Seemed pretty down and got her up to dance. She said she wanted to leave, but my friend and the other girl were just kind of chilling there.

I told her lets walk outside and see if they follow. We get outside and I start making out with her and fingering her. She’s super down and ready. I just need to make it happen.

I tell her lets grab a cab and meet them at my place. She says she doesn’t want to separate with her friend. She tries to call her friend and her friend doesn’t answer. I call my friend; he answers and I tell him to meet us at the pad.

I tell her and she agrees to get in the cab.

We get to my place I drag her upstairs and proceed to put my erection inside of her coital cavity.

I force myself to come when my friend and his girl get back because I didn’t want her to stop and end up not coming during sex. Happened recently. Kinda sucked.

She still wanted more sex so I texted my room ‘choo choo,’ but he was already dead asleep. Oh well.

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.

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.

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.

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!