<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:42:05.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of a Pickup Artist Named D</title><subtitle type='html'>Southern California</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-7385752019572163242</id><published>2008-05-07T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:07:37.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Single Hand?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most guys have gotten to the point where their lady has her shirt off and you must now deal with her bra.  It would seem that such a contraption would be easy to take off, but things can more difficult than they seem.  How then are you supposed to take this off with two hands, let alone one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the following article from Scot McKay provides all guys with a great technique.  Now, I have actually become quite fond of the "snapping" technique that he alludes to in his article, so I know the way girls can react when you deftly unclasp their bra in a single, quick motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, once a girl knows that you can take off her bra with a single hand, her BT will jump through the roof.  She will get sexually aroused and want you even more.  It's basically like pre-selection.  It shows that you have experience with women and that women want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never tried the technique that Scot McKay describes, but I'll definitely be giving it a try.  Note:  These techniques only work on bras with clasps in the back. Bras with clasps in the front are an entirely different matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read Scot McKay's article, click on the following link &lt;A HREF="http://edumckaytion.com/blog/how-to-undo-her-bra-single-handedly/"&gt;The Official Blog Of Scot McKay&lt;/A&gt; or scroll down a bit to where have pasted the article below.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Most guys share a dark secret in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how well we know how to ignite a woman’s femininity, no matter how consistently we can “kiss close” a woman, and–indeed–no matter how long it is we’ve actually known a woman we’re with just about every guy faces a certain obstacle. An obstacle though soft, frilly and decidedly feminine as it seems stands in the way of the average man like afternoon traffic on I-35 in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s, of course, her bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t any guy seem to undo it quickly, easily and without any drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, there are certain things that are so firmly rooted in a woman’s daily life that they become second nature to her while utterly confounding most men. An example is how a woman can take a shower, come out to grab a towel and a split-second later emerge with a “towel turban” on her dome that would make this guy jealous. How does she do that? Has any man ever really seen it done?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is getting the bra on and off. She puts it on by installing it backwards around her waist first so she can see to hook it together. From there, the drill basically goes: 1) Turn 180 degrees on her torso 2) Arms through straps 3) Position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much to the chagrin of every AFC out there, she can whip the contraption off just as easily. Usually when this occurs in your presence, unless you are being treated to a striptease (which admittedly is one way out of this whole mess), it’s accompanied by a statement to the effect of, “Oh whatever… Here, let me just take care of it myself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here it is…we as guys don’t deal with bras in “normal life”, so to some degree it’s an unfair expectation for us have this trick down as well as she. Ask her to tie a Double Windsor and see what happens. Most women are utterly nonplussed by such a daunting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, when a woman ties your tie for you it can be a surrealistically hot experience, can’t it? There’s just something intriguing about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once and for all, no more excuses. It’s time to turn the tables and give you some added intrigue, pardner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now I am going to flat-out cure you forever of “bra intimidation”. No more fumbling. No more finagling. And for sure no more embarrassing mood breakers when it’s time to take her bra off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the problem is largely a matter of misunderstood engineering. Women’s bras generally are fastened in the back by between one and three hooks.** Conventional wisdom states that to unhook that which is hooked, one much angle and turn the hook to allow it to take it’s logical course to freedom based on its shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, that course of reason produces the most tedious possible results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, the focus should be not on the shape of the hooks, but rather the action of the elastic. After all, it’s not really the shape of the hook that’s inherently holding everything together back there, it’s the tension afforded by the elastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, learning to unhook a woman’s bra most effectively is basically a lot like learning to drive a stickshift in that once you understand the mechanics of what’s going on, the more the proper actions make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a cursory search on the Internet for a suitable tutorial on this subject. While several came close and indeed gave valid “one handed” instructions, every one was still too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily tells the story about how back in high school a certain clique of brash and socially popular upperclassmen would come up behind them casually in the hallways between classes and with one sudden, deft motion undo their bras and begin laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hallways. Between classes. With one hand. Through the girls’ clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what was most unnerving to Emily and her friends was not simply the imminent crisis involved, but the blasted accuracy with which the boys could operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought upon hearing all of this was to wonder why we were too dense to think of this one back when I was in eleventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point here is that if some eleventh grader can unfasten a bra, you can do it. But then again, you may have to be at least old enough to remember how to work a television dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because that’s exactly what it takes to get this right…the first time, every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, who used to change channels with two hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget attempting to uncurl hooks clumsily, “double fisted” all the while. Forget some motion akin to “snapping your fingers”. Forget anything you’ve heard about placing your middle finger between the bra and her back before “squeezing the latched ends towards each other”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, that last option is half right…as is the “snap technique” for that matter. But “understanding the engineering” here means that you realize not only that the hooks must be relieved of tension (by squeezing the ends of the bra strap towards the middle), but that they must also be redirected from each other at that point lest they simply re-fasten on the “rebound”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound complicated? Nah. You just “change the channel”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasp the back of her bra where the hooks are in the middle with your thumb and the edge of your forefinger exactly as you’d grab the channel dial. This inherently gathers the hooks together slightly. Then, from “channel 2″ to “channel 13″ we go, gentlemen. For those of you who may be challenged by this analogy, you are grasping at about 1:00 and twisting counter-clockwise to about 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just let go. If you really must, maybe tug outwardly just ever-so-slightly after grasping and as you twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and although not mandatory, performing this feat left-handed is preferable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like magic, I’m telling you. So elegant a motion, yet so powerful the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes…if you can undo her bra through clothes, it’s all the more simple without. The only real caveat is that the larger the woman is, the more hooks you’ll encounter. Logically then, undoing a taller, curvier woman’s bra may require a bit more authority (read: “deliberately executed steps”) than advertised…but the technique is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you’re done watching what’s on…change the channel.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-7385752019572163242?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7385752019572163242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=7385752019572163242' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7385752019572163242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7385752019572163242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2008/05/with-single-hand.html' title='With a Single Hand?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6467573317510054791</id><published>2008-04-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:41:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation?  Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Today has been a pretty big emotional piece of crap for me.  I think it mostly has to do with the big piece of shit I took on my practice GMAT today, leaving me in a whole steaming heap of self doubt, but at least it's a practice test and not the actual test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend actually started out with so much promise.  The girl who I made out with the previous weekend (who actually has a boyfriend she never told me about and continues to believe that I have no idea about her relationship) hinted at the fact that she wants to get together again soon.  I then went out on Friday night with some of my boys and turned back into the PUA that I haven't seen in quite a while.  I opened a plethora of mixed and different sets, most hooking right away and all but one turning into great, flirty conversations.  I got blown out once and was so outcome independent that I didn't even care about it.  I was just out having fun with my boys and nothing could take away that frame.  I also got the number of this really cute, skinny chick from NY who had an amazing rack.  I had visions of playing with those for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night also started out well.  Went down to OC to celebrate one of my childhood neighbor's 60th birthday.  I had a good time with everyone there since I've known them all practically all of my life and they are all like an extended family.  I left knowing that I'd be going out that night with the boys again back in LA.  I drove back up and was replaying Friday night and thinking of new openers and new conversation topics.  I came up with some great stuff, as in how I could have maybe turned the blowout into something and a new routine I definitely want to try (about how girls always say that they're best friends with each other - different from Style's best friends test).  I did have one fear though as I drove back up to LA from OC.  Was I going to be able to keep up the momentum from Friday?  Or was I going to have my usual letdown the night following a great night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up starting the night at Viceroy and just wasn't feeling it.  I wasn't feeling the crowd, I wasn't feeling the atmosphere.  I tried to warm myself up by talking to some cougs (it actually seemed like the whole place was full of cougs), but couldn't get into the right frame of mind for whatever reason.  After a couple of drinks at Viceroy, we decided to head to V-Lounge.  It was midnight and the line was ridiculously long, so one of my friends ended up paying off the bouncer and we got in right away.  That also kinda pissed me off.  So I ended up buying a round and what do you know?  My favorite bartender was working that night and she hooked us up with drinks...ALL night long.  So I proceeded to get pretty trashed and too focused on trying to hook up with her.  I went home without really talking to anyone else other than her and my boys, which in retrospect is pretty lame and I predictably had my usual day after letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today and I decide to take a practice GMAT since I'm planning on taking the test soon and do worse now, after taking a 9 week preparation course, than when I took a diagnostic test a couple months back without any preparation.  This leaves me in a pretty sour mood (since I had also just wasted 4 hours of the day).  In addition, I don't think the girl from NY who's number I got on Friday night is going to call me back.  Needless to say, I'm in an emotional spiral of crap right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really use some validation.  Someone?  Anyone?  Haha.  *cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6467573317510054791?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6467573317510054791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6467573317510054791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6467573317510054791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6467573317510054791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2008/04/validation-anyone.html' title='Validation?  Anyone?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6571613582300203247</id><published>2008-01-23T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:04:39.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>PU is taking a backseat for me for now.  I need to get a few other things in my life handled (drinking, expenses, career, health).  My lifestyle had spiraled out of control over the last few months and in order to be effective in PU, I need to make sure these other parts of my life are in order.  This doesn't mean I'm going to stop talking to girls or picking them up, it just means it's not going to be at the top of my list of things-to-do for the near future.  I don't think I could ever get it out of my life as it is now a part of who I am, what my personality is about.  It just won't be as prominent in my life as it had been.  With that, I am writing this post as my own reminder for when I look back and see when my life got back under control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6571613582300203247?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6571613582300203247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6571613582300203247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6571613582300203247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6571613582300203247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-11825892213079702</id><published>2007-12-10T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:12:18.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a List. Checking it Twice. Going to Find Me a Hottie Who's Naughty and Nice</title><content type='html'>So I was reading Sinn's blog and he had a great post about making a check list prior to going out.  The list should include things you want to accomplish during the night (warm-ups, sticking points, etc.).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also made the point that while you may have lists, it is easy to stray from them and just end up getting really drunk.  I know I've done that many times: go out with the intention to sarge and talk to ladies, but end up just getting trashed with my friends.  As a result, it takes a great deal of commitment and self control, but everyone should consider doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I've decided I would come up with my initial list and see how many of these I accomplish on my next time out (these are very similar to Sinn's):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open 1 set before I order a drink&lt;br /&gt;Don't eject until I've been able to make the target laugh/gotten blown out&lt;br /&gt;Approach the hottest sets in the venue&lt;br /&gt;Approach all the sets that give me AI&lt;br /&gt;Try to move every set&lt;br /&gt;Number close 15 mins in&lt;br /&gt;Push sexual frames&lt;br /&gt;Try for k-close by 30 mins in, if not move on&lt;br /&gt;No more than 4 drinks&lt;br /&gt;Seed bounces/Day 2s&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-11825892213079702?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/11825892213079702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=11825892213079702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/11825892213079702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/11825892213079702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/12/making-list-checking-it-twice-going-to.html' title='Making a List. Checking it Twice. Going to Find Me a Hottie Who&apos;s Naughty and Nice'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-1957153504001957078</id><published>2007-11-05T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:51:35.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  Tao (Las Vegas)</title><content type='html'>Well, as with most of my FRs lately, I don't know how much educational value my FR will have since I don't really remember the details of what happened or what was actually said in my interactions. I only really remember the themes I did and different actions I did. However, I do know what I could have done better, so that might serve as a learning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Vegas on Friday with co-workers and ended up just gambling and drinking with them that night. My friend/roommate/co-worker ended up winning $10K so it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wake up till late on Saturday, walked around some, watched some college football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some prepartying and then decided to head to Tao. I love Tao just because it is really big and there are always tons of girls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and get bottle service at "the Beach," the upstairs area of Tao that I never knew about. It's kind of tripping me out because as it turns out, Tao is even bigger than I thought it was. I like this place even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with some credit card issues and then get the party started. I've noticed that lately, I'll start dancing even when I'm not drunk and/or if no one else is dancing. I guess my inner game has gotten stronger without me even noticing, a good thing. So as the same, I'm dancing, partying, having a good time, while my friends/co-workers are catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheers the girls next to us to warm up. Talk to them for a minute, then return to my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bachelorette party going on at the table next to us, so I go over and mingle with them. The bachelorette is wearing devil horns, so I go over and ask, "so is it your bachelorette or are you really just evil?" She loves it and tells me it is her bachelorette. I get introduced to the rest of the group. Immediately, one of the other girls comes up next to me and is talking to me. She wants me to flash my nipples for beads. Fuck no I'm not flashing my nipples. So I tell her to come up with something else. We start trying to come up with other ideas. I tell them I'll rub my nipples and so I start rubbing my nipples instead. Then the same girl tells me to lick my fingers and then rub my nipples, so I do that anyway, making sure the licking is very...suggestive... in a non-gay way. haha. So I ask the usual question, how do you guys know each other? The one girl that sidled up next to me says that she's sisters with the bachelorette and asks me if i can see the resemblance. I say, no not really. You guys look completely different! Banter back and forth some. So the bachelorette says, you know what, you're really cool, here, along with the beads take this, and she gives me a condom. I'm like, alright cool. Thanks. I tell them I'm going to go back to my table, but that they should stop by and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly warmed up now so I tell my friends that we should go downstairs and look for more people. Go downstairs and walk around a little and as we're walking through the crowd I just start talking to bunches of people. Finally I start talking to one, we'll call her HB Keltic (she had a Keltic armband tattoo - totally hot). She's like an inch, 2 inches taller than me with heels on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I playfully tease her then intro her to my friends. We all chat for a bit then my friends head off to find other girls. I'm now in perfect isolation so we chat some more. Some push-pull, some teasing, bantering. She has a table as well and wants to go find her friends, so I'm like, OK, let's go. You lead the way. Now, this might be seen as giving up some power/value, by having her lead the way, but obviously I have no idea where her table is and it was done more like I was giving approval to go to her table rather than her telling me that she was going back to her table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to her table and we are just chatting, I kino, put my arm around her. She offers me a drink, but I've still got mine, so I'm OK. She intros me to her friends, who seem like cool people, but they're having their own good time. I probably should have disarmed them more, had more of a conversation with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit down and chat. I tell her about the fact that there's a whole other part upstairs with a pool and everything. Future project us going upstairs and jumping into the pool together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay down there for a while, then decide we should move and go upstairs. I grab her hand and lead her upstairs (Leading).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring her back to my table and intro her to all of my friends. Let her chat to a couple of my friends while I get another drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her let's go back downstairs. She's pretty drunk at this point. I lead her back downstairs, hand in hand, fingers intertwined. We walk around the dance floor some, but she doesn't want to dance. She needs to go to the bathroom, so I lead her to the bathroom and go to the bathroom myself. Of course she's still waiting in line as I come out, so I go wander around and start talking to some girls from Italy. They were kind of boring, so when HB Keltic came back, I was pretty happy. I lead her back to her table and we sit and chat there some. The waittress pours me another drink. I'm now starting to get really drunk and this is where things go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her I'm trying hard not to kiss her and she tells me that I shouldn't so I kiss her on her cheek. She smiles. We chat some more and I point to my cheek and she gives me a kiss. Obviously, this isn't bad, but I think I began to sub-communicate I wanted more and started to lean in too much and started to look needy. My game wasn't tight anymore because I was getting drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting some more and then I just pointed to my lips and she said she couldn't because she had to draw the line somewhere because she had a bf. Fuck. Oh well, I kinda lose state so I try to keep things OK and not make it obvious, but the conversation kind of wanes, so I tell her to stand up and then I spin her, but she's really drunk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend comes over either seeing that I was being too needy or that HB Keltic was really drunk and says that I should probably leave, so I'm like, alright, fine by me. After the BF thing, I was ready to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head back up to my table and chill with my friends. Proceed to get even more drunk. Take pictures with my friends that I don't even remember taking. Supposedly, talk to even more girls, but nothing happens with any of them (my friends told me I was talking to girls - granted they are AFCs, so...). Leave Tao at some point... End up at Denny's somehow... End up walking back to the hotel... most of which I don't remember. Haha. As you can tell, I probably had too much to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, lessons learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do a better job disarming the friends no matter how disconnected the target seems from them at the time. They can still come back and bite you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;2) Plant more seeds. Don't just stick to one girl ALL night long. I was with HB Keltic for probably 2 hours. While fun, it didn't prove to be fruitful in the sense that I didn't get a makeout or pull. I did get her number and a kiss on the cheek, but I could have talked to a bunch of other sets and probably gotten more.&lt;br /&gt;3) DON'T DRINK SO DAMN MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lesson learned (not associated with PU):&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't sit in the sports book for 5 hours watching football on Sunday. Your nose/sinuses/lungs will pay for it afterward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-1957153504001957078?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1957153504001957078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=1957153504001957078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1957153504001957078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1957153504001957078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/11/fr-tao-las-vegas.html' title='FR:  Tao (Las Vegas)'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-7118663732875500923</id><published>2007-10-13T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:10:11.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  Another Crazy Chick and a Night Full of HBs</title><content type='html'>I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel in terms of my work and working tons of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my good friends (non-community guys and girls) decide to come up from OC and hang out in Hollywood, so I decide to head out there with my roommate (non-community) and have a good time. There's at least one girl going that I know is an HB, an 8. Short, cute little Latina chick. We always have this sexual vibe going, so I know it will be fun if she is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem...it's fucking raining! and we're going to Cabana Club which is mostly outdoors...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HB Cutie Latina was at my 25th birthday celebration down in OC and we basically danced the night away. Well, my good friend from high school was saying how she said that I was pulling her to dance with me and being aggressive with her at my birthday when I saw him tonight. Of course, he didn't believe her since he saw what was going on that night, but seriously, I was also like WTF. That kind of ruined my state, but I decided I wouldn't let it phase me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Stage 5 Clinger's cousin was hanging out with us, but I got fair warning from another friend and I stayed clear of her and her friend to make sure I didn't do anything stupid with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night basically started out slow. Not much going on. I was just dancing with my guy friends having a good time. My best female friend starts pushing me toward HB Cutie Latina as she knows we have great chemistry, so I'm like WTF? No, I'm not going over there. She's going to have to come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out HB Cutie Latina comes to me and we start dancing. She grabs my hand and we dance. Same shit as my birthday. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to go out for some air and to check if it's still raining. I end up running into someone from the Lounge. Sorry bro, I know your real name, but i don't remember your handle. It was cool seeing you out there. Hope you had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back inside and decide to get some drinks with my guy friends. Go to the bar and my friend is ordering me a drink when this HB Asian rolls up with her guy friend and asks me what we're all drinking? So I'm like, not sure yet, still ordering. She does something freaky with her guy friend and I say, "wow, innocent on the outside, but freaky on the inside. I like it." She's definitely into it. It seems like they're a couple, but she keeps looking back at me after I made that comment. She comes back up to me and is like, "well, you look even more innocent." So I tell her, "you're right, I do. That just means I'm even more freaky in bed." This totally gets her intrigued and all worked up. She goes back to her guy and they get to the bar and order. She keeps looking back and me and smiling. I just give her a flirty smile and a flick of my tongue. This gets her all worked up again and she looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my friends, look at that chick, she's with that guy but she can't get away from me, chicks are such cheaters it's ridiculous. My friends agree that she wants my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her guy gets her a drink, she comes back to me and asks me what I'm drinking. I tell her Grey Goose and Tonic, a classy drink, I don't know if you can handle it, :Smile:. She gives me this disgusted face like "that drink is fucking nasty." I ask her, "what are you drinking?" She tells me, "let's switch drinks." We switch drinks and she sips mine and doesn't like it. I don't even taste hers. I get intro'ed to her guy. He's actually her friend and not her guy. Interesting...especially since I thought they kissed earlier... anyway... They tell me to come out with them and meet their friends. Alright, I head out to where there is less music and we chat a bit. I find out the HB and I have a lot in common. So i move her and isolate her. We chat some more. I do a lot of push pull. I reward her for things I like and punish her when she does something I don't like. I pretend to get up a bunch of times and she always pulled me back down to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, "I'm going to go find my friends. Come dance with me." So I grab her hand and lead her to the dance floor where we dance and run into a couple of her friends. We dance some, but I can't hear her, so I tell her let's move. Move her again to a VIP table and chat there. Her friends join us and they're intrigued by me. I am the center of attention and her friends approve. Lead the men and women and the women will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, "let's go dance." Go back to the dancefloor. Now, all of her friends are off the dancefloor and we are totally isolated. I dance with her. She moves her head closer to mine while we dance and closes her eyes. I know this is my cue to kiss her. I go in and lightly kiss her on her lips. I start to pull away, but she follows me so I linger there. We have a nice kiss and finally pull away. I think she is starting to have a little regret since I didn't provide that much comfort. We dance some more and she wants to go find her friends. We find her friends and she's kind of ignoring me, so I tell her bye and that I'm going to find my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my friends and hang out with them. I tell them of the "crazy, drunk Asian girl who wants my dick" and HB Cutie Latina is like, "what about me? I thought we have great chemistry?! =(" So I tap her on the head and pull her into me and give her a hug. I don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, let's go dance. All of us go back to the dance floor and it's on again with HB Cutie Latina. I'm running my hands all over her body and she's letting me, even having taking my hands and putting them in places that are a little more private. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her I need to stop, she is turning me on too much. She says, "good, let's keep going." So we keep dancing. She can feel my hard on on her legs and ass. She's loving it. So am I. hahaha. We dance hand in hand and ass to crotch and then face to face for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 other hot girls in this social circle and I can see the AIs and IOIs. One's an 8, HB Blonde Asian and the other is a 9, HB Black Dress. This is ridiculous. i don't know what to do. haha. So, my gay guy friend comes over and I have HB Cutie Latina dance with him for a bit. I go and "save" HB Blonde Asian from some guy who came up to her and we dance. She ALSO has me put my hands close to her private places...haha. i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I let her go and I put my hand out to HB Black Dress. She accepts and we start dancing. Again, I'm dancing with her, her ass to my crotch. She also grabs my hand and puts them in proximity of her private places. Coolness. I also run my hands up and down her legs, under her dress. She doesn't care. She loves it. Man, i can see the jealousy plotlines occurring. Holy crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let her go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Cutie Latina comes back and we dance again, hand in hand. She really wants me...but being that she's a really good friend of my best female friend, I'm reluctant to move her and isolate her. I don't want to fuck this up, especially since I had already kissed HB Crazy Asian earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to leave and go find HB Crazy Asian to get her contact info. I find her and ask her, we should hang out again, what would be the best way to contact you? She says email. fuck...i HATE email... i must have left too soon after i kissed her and didn't build up enough comfort for the number. So after I get her email, we end up chatting for a bit. She stands in front of my crotch with her hands around my neck and i have my legs wrapped around her, pulling her harder into my crotch, leaning back, of course. We talk like that for a bit and the sexual tension is high. her friends are around so nothing happens, but she tells me to make sure I email her. OK, will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back and find my friends. Dance with HB Cutie Latina some more then let her dance with our gay friend. I try to dance with HB Black Dress, but she's not having any. I can see the change in attitude. She has lost the attraction. She thinks i'm a player. Oh well. I dance with HB Blonde Asian some, but I'd rather dance with HB Cutie latina. I put my hand out to her and we dance some more. I didn't force anything on her or be aggressive. She wanted me... She was always the one to grab my hand and interlock fingers. I didn't pull her into me ever unless she indicated she wanted me to. Although, I never initiated the contact, I always lead the interaction when we were together. That was key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was getting close to closing so I decided I had had enough and it was time to head home. i say my goodbyes and HB Cutie Latina and I have a long hug. I'll be sure to message her on myspace tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven't done much gaming in the last 2 or 3 months, there has been a dramatic shift in my game after the lay during my 30 day challenge. I have a much more sexual, fun frame and I am no longer afraid to go for the kiss. It just comes easily and naturally now. I am noticing the AIs and IOIs a lot easier now and can easily tell when a girl is attracted. it's the subtle body language and the actions she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My image is congruent with who I am, increasingly sexual, and my game is becoming more natural. Now, if only i could go out more often, i would probably be posting more LRs instead of just FRs about kiss closes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A lot of this is rambling since it's like 3AM. I will clean this up in the morning...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-7118663732875500923?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7118663732875500923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=7118663732875500923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7118663732875500923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7118663732875500923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/fr-another-crazy-chick-and-night-full.html' title='FR:  Another Crazy Chick and a Night Full of HBs'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4608188619268211653</id><published>2007-10-04T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:33:35.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  Stage 5 Clinger</title><content type='html'>This isn't really anything to learn from.  Just an entertaining story for all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in between long hours of work and before my weekend of work that included 25 billable hours, I went out with a couple of non-community (aside from Holiday and the iC) friends to V Lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just supposed to be a chill night celebrating the fact that my cousin moved out here from Arizona.  Along with my friends that came up from OC, my best female friend invited a couple of her friends out with her.  One was not my type, one was OK, but was previously not OK (she's Asian and used to have bleach blonde hair - Asians with blonde hair is not my thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as things would have it, I got ridiculously drunk because I had an extremely long week of work and I was just happy to be out with a bunch of close friends (and family - my cousin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened a couple sets here and there, but I mostly wanted to get drunk and dance.  I ended up dancing with my best female friend's OK looking friend, I'll call her Stage 5 Clinger, or S5C for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole night I'm just being the center of attention, just having fun and making my friends laugh, and I know S5C is attracted.  All the signals are there.  Granted, I'm also really drunk.  So I grab her and tell her to follow me to the bar.  She complies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the bar, I tell her, "I'm trying to so hard not to kiss you right now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she responds with, "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I of course kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up never going to the bar, but end up sitting down and chatting - she needed comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I was drunk and did something I normally wouldn't have and would end up regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I get these notifications in my email from her sending me a message on my myspace, then asking to be my friend.  OK, that's not too bad.  Pretty normal for myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets my AIM SN somehow... and on Tuesday night, she IMs me, but I'm going to bed, so I ignore her and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then yesterday, after I get to work, she IMs me and we start chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her messages on myspace, I thought maybe she just likes to keep things short when she types messages because she typs lik dis wenev she rites nething out. I was hoping that maybe...she just does that in messages to save effort and hopefully doesn't do that normally...like in conversations on IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I was wrong.  She types like that in IM too.  HOLY FUCKING SHIT.  WHO DOES THAT??   REALLY?? GIRLS in FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL.  SHE'S FUCKING 27!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!  I wanted to gouge my eyes out and THEN stick a fork up my ass. That would have been less painful to experience than this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really...that was the hardest conversation I've probably ever had over AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after awhile the convo kind of died (I started giving one word answers) and I just ignored her, and she finally went away.  BUT she later IMed me saying, oh sorry, I fell asleep.  Um, ok...didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off work and then go to the meeting (great meeting and meeting all of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 11 after picking up some food.  Ate, watched a little TV, then went to bed around 12.  I turn on AIM and before the buddy list even populates, before I can even see who is online, "Hello!"  from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage 5 Clinger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4608188619268211653?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4608188619268211653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4608188619268211653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4608188619268211653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4608188619268211653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/10/fr-stage-5-clinger.html' title='FR:  Stage 5 Clinger'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-2839574509990457186</id><published>2007-08-27T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:43:57.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Summary</title><content type='html'>I had to postpone my additional 5 days due to being completely swamped at work.  I was so swamped at work that I even missed the PUA Convention in Hollywood this past week.  I was pretty bummed.  I heard APB had a badass speech.  I'm sorry I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as a result of my challenge, I decided to write a summary.  I was going to do it after my additional 5 days were done, but I decided to write it now since I'm not sure when I'll be able to get my 5 days in (due to work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, here is my summary of my 30 day challenge.  I will then add on the 5 days later with an additional summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original intent for this challenge was to get me out my funk: more specifically, get my ass off...my ass and go out and talk to women instead of going out and being content to just chill with my friends. I had gotten pretty sick some time ago after going out almost every night and that had a lingering effect on my attitude of continually going out. It had affected my subconscious and my state was continually off every time I went out. I had lost a lot of motivation to go out and to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up taking around 2 or 3 months off from actively gaming. I did close a girl here and there, but I just wasn't making the effort to do cold approaches. As a result, my AA came back and prevented me from making cold approaches. I would come up with some excuse to not approach leaving me pretty frustrated with myself once the night was over. I would come up with lame excuses that I would later realize was just my AA giving me reasons not to approach. I knew that once I got my AA back to a manageable level, I would be good to go, since I knew the rest of my game was pretty much intact (evidenced by the closes I got during my funk). Hence, the final goal of this challenge was to regain the desire and comfort level to go out almost every night (get over my recently developed subconscious fear) and to get my AA to a manageable level. I also wanted to try to increase my sexual framing and try to take that to a new level - I wanted to field test some things during this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were reasonable goals that I knew would be achievable if I stuck to the challenge. (side note: I also wanted to avoid paying ch0n60 a lot of money - another goal Laughing )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week basically involved huge amounts of AA and trying to work myself through all of that. There was some tough going at first and lots of lame openers, but I was able to get my approaches in and could start to see the AA fade. I even closed a couple of different chicks and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week was interrupted by a lot of work and I didn't get in that many approaches, but it was still a good week and my AA stayed manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third week was the money week. Best week of all. Had interactions with hot chicks. The meeting with Vince. # closed a hot blonde and found a great formula for me: D + Wednesday + Busby's + blonde girl + girl named _e____e_ (actual name left out) = D walking away with that girl's number. haha. Learned a great lesson. Chill day. Fun night + LR. HB 9.99999. Awesome awesome week. If only all my weeks could be like that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth week, a bit of a let down. Lots of work. AMOGed an older dude after he had already opened the HB. Awesome interaction with one chick. Got my ass grabbed twice. Overall, I guess it wasn't a bad week. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last couple days was work and 1 day of approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, I definitely achieved my goals. My AA, although never really going away, became extremely manageable. The first approach was always the hardest, but by then end, I was opening without any hesitation and even went in and opened a hot chick that was already talking to a guy who was already having a decent conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got laid, so just based on that, I'd say the challenge was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did increase my sexual framing and lost my fear of turning things sexual (hence, leading up to the lay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, I lost my fear of making a mistake. As thee_jacas says, I learned to internalize, "fuck that shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned many subtle points about myself and my sticking points:&lt;br /&gt;1) I need to keep pushing the interaction and better recognize situations where the girls still want to talk to you - I tend to eject when I'm not interested even though I could probably have interesting conversation and interactions with girls that I open&lt;br /&gt;2) I learned how to recognize obvious and discreet AIs&lt;br /&gt;3) I need to keep working on my sexual framing and physical escalation - sexual framing makes the conversations a lot more fun and interesting and amps up the BT&lt;br /&gt;4) I need to drink less&lt;br /&gt;5) I need to stop smoking so much&lt;br /&gt;6) I learned how to better game hired guns&lt;br /&gt;7) I need to parade girls around (move locations) to build social proof&lt;br /&gt;Cool I need to not think so linearly - think outside of the box and find ways to be an "artist"&lt;br /&gt;9) I can say things sexually that I might have once thought would offend a girl, but in reality, if properly calibrated, can be a handy tool in any interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there was more that I can't think of right now and have internalized, but I think that pretty much sums up those 30 days. It's amazing I was able to complete it all and it was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the posts in this challenge have been entertaining (when there were actual FRs) and maybe an inspiration to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has been considering doing a 30 day challenge, I would suggest doing it. It can only help your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next 5 days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-2839574509990457186?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2839574509990457186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=2839574509990457186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2839574509990457186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2839574509990457186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-summary.html' title='Challenge: Summary'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4279350535777770342</id><published>2007-08-16T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:11:27.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 30 FR</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this up earlier, but I've been ridiculously busy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up working till 8:30 last night, so I could have claimed the 8PM exemption and only do 1 approach, but I wanted to go out with a bang on the 30th day. It didn't happen, but I did get 2 approaches in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Linens and Things after work, but that place sucks ass. Not just in terms of girls, but also things that are actually buyable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left and went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Much better selection. After walking around the entire store, I found that there was one decent looking girl in the store, but she was being helped by one of the floor people. I decided I would get my shopping done first then try to open her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, they don't have any floor lamps that I like. Look at bath mats and I'm not really all that impressed. I keep looking and I find this group of mats with an awesome design. I love it. However, there are 2 colors and I can't really choose between them (well, I do have a favorite). Perfect, I've got my opener should I see that girl again. I decide to grab both of them and walk around the store some more. Maybe they have other floor lamps in another section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the decent looking girl looking at candles and I decide to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Excuse, this is random, but you seem like the laid back type, and I could use your help with something. You are the laid back type, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "haha, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;D: "You're not going to claw my eyes out or anything?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "haha, no."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Cool." *high five* "OK, so I'm trying to decide between these bath mats. Which one would you pick?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Hm, that one."&lt;br /&gt;D: "This one? So...if you were going to spend the night at a guy's place and take a shower, you'd prefer to step out onto this bath mat instead of this one?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "hahaha, yeah, i guess so."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Awesome! Thanks for your help. What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "I'm girl."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Cool, I'm D. Again, thanks for your help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I walk away because I couldn't think of anything else to say to her. haha. oh well. She was OK, not really my type. It would take some alcohol to get me to consider her. Yes, I know, own the set, blow or blow me out, but if I don't want her to blow me, does it really apply? Anyway, I did like where I was taking the conversation and setting up the sexual frame. I can definitely tell that I'm starting to frame things more sexual and care less about what I talk about in my conversations. Definitely a positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my purchase and go to Whole Foods. Maybe get some food. Will probably get my breakfast from here. Maybe get some approaches in. Didn't get any food since it didn't look good. Got my breakfast bars, but didn't find any girls to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my way over to CCC to pick up some dinner. As I'm walking in a cute brunette is walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of stumble with the open since I wasn't really prepared to approach, but I did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey, leaving already?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah..." (with a weird look on her face)&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh, well, I just wanted to say that I think you're cute."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Oh, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "I'm HB. Thanks again! It's nice to meet you, but I have get going. Thanks again."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nice meeting you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she scurries off...haha. Not exactly the best way I wanted to end my 30th day, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go out some and celebrate after I ate, but I couldn't find anyone that wanted to go out. At the same time, I had a lot of stuff to clean up at the old apartment and even more stuff to move, so I stayed in and got some work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great 30 days, except for all of the work, but I've learned a lot and accomplished a lot. I exceeded my expectations for the challenge, so that has been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Amount of Money Owed ch0n60: $150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the 30 Day Challenge +5 more days next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4279350535777770342?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4279350535777770342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4279350535777770342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4279350535777770342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4279350535777770342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-30-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 30 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-8472047116882887640</id><published>2007-08-14T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:00:11.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 29 FR</title><content type='html'>So I decided to take a day off and get other parts of my life in order (i.e. working out and moving to my new apt) and also rest up since I don't think I've had a full night's sleep in over 3 weeks. Probably not the best for my health...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I owe ch0n60 more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I am planning on extending this challenge for 5 days, but the 5 days will take place from the 21st to 25th.  I need a break to do more moving and I will be going to Vegas this weekend, so I'm going to be approaching when I'm there anyway. In addition, there will be no more money on the line after today (day 30). Sorry ch0n60. You're already getting a ton of my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing it for my own benefit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-8472047116882887640?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8472047116882887640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=8472047116882887640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8472047116882887640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8472047116882887640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-29-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 29 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4435646573283644952</id><published>2007-08-13T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:42:25.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 28 FR</title><content type='html'>Was moving all day and then got called into work and worked till past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming the exemption for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add a couple of days to this challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4435646573283644952?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4435646573283644952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4435646573283644952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4435646573283644952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4435646573283644952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-28-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 28 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4085536460150733861</id><published>2007-08-13T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:41:26.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 27 FR</title><content type='html'>Was supposed to write this earlier, but was hungover and didn't have it in me to write anymore after the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went down to OC for the day so I could have claimed the 1 approach exemption, but I wouldn't need it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up thee_jacas and met Ulysses, 4FivE6, and Gucci at Beauty Bar in Hollywood. b33p was also there since he was teaching a workshop and jeromevincent showed up after thee_jacas and I had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been to Beauty Bar, but it was a cool, small little place in Hollywood. I thought it was a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty tired as the night starts off. I'm in the middle of moving to a new apartment. I have already moved my bed to the new apt., but most everything else is still at the old apt., so I had slept on the couch at my old apt and it hadn't been a great sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses, 4FivE6, and thee_jacas were good to go from the beginning of the night. I had a little trouble starting myself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing there talking to thee_jacas when this group of girls started talking behind me. I couldn't help but overhear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "OMG, I can't believe that guy, I think I'm going to throw up. Ah, seriously, that guy made me want to throw up."&lt;br /&gt;D (with a slight turn so that I'm talking over my shoulder to her): "Woah woah woah. Please feel free to throw up but just not on me. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "haha, don't worry, I'll be sure to go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Alright, well, then when you get back, you will have to be sure to tell me why you need to throw up."&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "haha, ok, i promise I will tell you later."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Sounds good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her and her friends walk off to the bathroom. I did this all with my back to her and just talking over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to talk to thee_jacas. I think I start talking to jeromevincent who's at the bar and this girl is dancing on the dancefloor behind me. She's rubbing up against my back with her back and ass. Hm... I try to dance back into her back. After a bit of that I decide to open her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Did you just grab my ass?!" (credit thee_jacas - hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me weird and replies, "No..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just laugh to myself and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wander around and just mingle with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run into HB Disgust and tell her, "OK, now you need to tell me what you were so disgusted by earlier."&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "haha, ok. So this guy comes up to us and starts talking to us. He's wearing this green velvet shirt. It was disgusting. Guys should know when a girl is out of their league and stay away."&lt;br /&gt;D: "OMG, you're such a brat. Just not liking a guy because he has bad fashion sense. So what did he open you up with?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "He just came up and asked for our names."&lt;br /&gt;D: "No way! I was going to do that too! It's a good thing I didn't do that then..."&lt;br /&gt;HB Digust laughs&lt;br /&gt;thee_jacas comes over and joins the interaction.&lt;br /&gt;we all start talking and then HB Digust notices something and she whispers to me: "Oh no, your friend is wearing velvet!" So I laugh and tell HB Disgust to explain the situation to thee_jacas. She does and she starts busting on poor thee_jacas for wearing velvet about he's in the wrong century. Something like that. I call her a brat a couple more times. We're all having a good time busting on each other.&lt;br /&gt;D: "So would you say my outfit is banging?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "Yeah, definitely. I like your style."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Cool."&lt;br /&gt;She goes on to say that she doesn't think thee_jacas' clothes are banging. haha. We chat about what thee_jacas should do next time he goes out. We come to the conclusion that the next time, both thee_jacas and I will wear polo shirts out so that we're "safe." Good laughs all around. thee_jacas then decides to leave to go find our other friends.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in mini-isolation with HB Disgust and I start off with, "you seem like a laid-back person and not stuck up? Would you agree?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "yeah, i would."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Good, or else I might have to stop talking to you." *smile* "So where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "Orange County."&lt;br /&gt;D: "No way! I'm originally from there too!" *high five!* "Wait, I shouldn't talk to you anymore. We both can't be from OC." (backturn. wait. turn back around) "But I guess it's OK."&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "haha, where did you go to high school?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "I went to &lt;high school&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "No way! I went to &lt;high school&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;D: "haha. awesome."&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust's friend: "Wait, where did you go to high school?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "I went to &lt;high school&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust's friend: "where is that?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "It's in Anaheim."&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust's friend: "Oh ok."&lt;br /&gt;D: "So do you live up here now or do you still live in OC?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "Yeah, I still live in OC."&lt;br /&gt;D: "OMG, so you came all the way up here? You're crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "haha...no..."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Alright, let's play a game..."&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "OK..."&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry fields. When I get to telling her about the strawberries, she goes, "OMG, now you're hitting on me!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "what? I can't believe you. that's it. I can't talk to you anymore." (backturn)&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust grabs me and turns me back around. "No..."&lt;br /&gt;D: "OK, so are you going to behave?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Disgust: "yes..."&lt;br /&gt;Go on to tell her the rest of the analysis.&lt;br /&gt;Her friends want to leave and I hate closing chicks who live in OC because it's so damn far, so I say exactly that, "well, I would ask for your number, but you live so far away. it's too bad, but come here." I grab her and hug her. she gives me a real tight squeeze back. Tell her "it was nice meeting you" and let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and find thee_jacas and debrief him on what happened. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night, I was just social and talked to a bunch of people. I even got invited to some guy's after hours party in the Hollywood Hills, but didn't stick around to get the contact info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped wing for thee_jacas and 4FivE6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the smoking area and was talking to people there. Then this girl grabs my ass. I open her with, "Did you just grab my ass?!"&lt;br /&gt;HB Ass Grabber: "Yeah, it was just sticking in my face, so I grabbed it."&lt;br /&gt;D: "haha, wow, you're forward aren't you? I think you should do it again. It felt good."&lt;br /&gt;HB Ass Grabber: "haha, ok." and she grabs my ass again giving it a nice squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;D: "Awesome. that was a good one. what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Ass Grabber: "I'm &lt;HB&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D. nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;Don't really remember what happened after that...but I did ask her if she wanted to go to the main area. She said she was either too drunk or tired, but maybe later. I told her to find me out there when she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around some more. Chat with people. Then Kat from Miami Ink (soon to be Hollywood or Los Angeles Ink walks in). 4FivE6 says, "I think that's Kat from Miami Ink!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "really? where?"&lt;br /&gt;4FivE6: "There, that one."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh shit, I thikn you're right."&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to her and open her with, "hey, are you Kat from Miami Ink?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Worst...line...EVER.&lt;br /&gt;I introduce myself and that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a lot taller in person than she seemed on the show, but she is still pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those were the main points of the night. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I need to stop smoking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4085536460150733861?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4085536460150733861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4085536460150733861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4085536460150733861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4085536460150733861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-27-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 27 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-8618964411915535948</id><published>2007-08-13T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:40:52.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 26 FR</title><content type='html'>Hopefully, none of you were going crazy waiting for me to update with posts, but these next 2 days should be pretty good and at least entertaining (I didn't have to work! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out kind of shitty considering I had to wake up mind-fucking early for my firm's quarterly meeting. The meeting was at 8AM and lasted until 11AM. 3 hours of sitting and listening to people talk. Not exactly my ideal morning. I'm not normally a coffee drinker, but I knew that if I didn't drink any coffee, I would embarrassingly fall asleep in the middle of the meeting. I even went so far as to dilute the coffee with half a cup of hot water since I know that straight coffee would fuck me up. Well, even a half cup of coffee diluted with half a cup of hot water still made me all jittery, but at least I got through the first part of the meeting. I had to have another diluted half cup of coffee for the second part of the meeting. My mind/body was all fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress from work + early morning coffee left me in a bad state to begin with, but then this was also the day that HB Tall (from the LR) was leaving to go back home to Chicago (and when would I see her again? not sure). She's a cool and fun chick and I liked hanging out with her, so I was a little sad to know she was leaving (and the fact I wouldn't be able to bone her again haha). At this point, I was in a totally bad state and wasn't even sure if I would go out at night even if I were to get out of work at a reasonable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the end of the work day and I'm exhausted. I had come down off the caffeine and my mind was exhausted. Plus, I was going to do some moving after work, so I knew I would be even more exhausted if I were going to go out. Just tons of negativity on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after moving and eating, I felt i needed to get out and I wanted to go out and have some fun after a horrible week at work, so I decided to meet up with ch0n60, Ulysses, iC, and thee_jacas. Arrived at the bar and the crowd seemed pretty good. I was actually feeling really good and in a great state. I immediately started smiling and chatting everyone up. It was great to be out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm standing there talking to my friend who I also brought along, I see this really cute blonde HB 8 (let's call her HB Ring - I think she's engaged). She's looking over my way and giving me AI. Then this older, 45-50 year old dude starts to talk to her. They're talking and she keeps looking at me giving me more obvious AI, so I'm like fuck it, I'm gonna blow this old man out of the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey guys, how do you know each other?"&lt;br /&gt;Old dude: "Oh we just met. Is this your friend?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "No, I don't think I've met you yet. I'm HB. What's your name?" (IOI)&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D. What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Old dude: "I'm old dude."&lt;br /&gt;D (partially turning HB away from old dude): "Hey, are you here with the birthday girl?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;D: "Awesome!" *high five*&lt;br /&gt;HB: "How do you know her?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Well, actually, I don't, but my friend does, so he told me to come out here." (turns back to allow old dude back into the set) "So are you from around here?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "He's from Chicago."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh yeah? What brought you out here from Chicago?"&lt;br /&gt;Old dude: "blah blah blah. I'm a writer. I have 2 shows that will be playing. You guys should come out."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah, maybe."&lt;br /&gt;The whole time he was talking to me, HB was looking at me and smiling and giving me the "Thanks for saving me" eyes/look. So I would just smile at her in my flirtatious way. Also, I was kinoing her elbow, her shoulder all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I think HB is engaged (she had a ring on her finger), so she gets a call and has to step away from the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid adieu to the old dude, I back turn him to start talking to my group and I hear him go back and talk to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old dude's friend: "how'd it go?"&lt;br /&gt;Old dude: "Man, I just got cockblocked!"&lt;br /&gt;Old dude's friend: "By who?"&lt;br /&gt;Old dude: "That guy right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I love it. Very Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and smoke with another friend and start chatting up people in the smoking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back inside and my friend wants to get a drink, so I go to the bar with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl on her knees on the bar stool dancing around while her taller friend is standing next to her and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D (to taller girl): "OMG, how can you hang out with this chick? Is she always like this?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Taller (not to be confused with HB Tall who left Sad ): "haha. We're just having fun."&lt;br /&gt;D: "I can see that. That's good, you guys seem like the laid back type and not stuck up. Would you agree?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Taller: "Yeah, we're totally not stuck up."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Awesome!" *high five*&lt;br /&gt;At this point, thee_jacas comes in and starts talking as well and we have a good thing going. Don't exactly remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go talk to my friend who is getting drinks and I kind of lose the set. thee_jacas is still talking to them. So after I get my drink, I re-engage. Lots of teasing going on. I call HB Taller a brat. don't remember what else, but the girls say they are going to the dancefloor and it was nice to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our time at this bar was uneventful and there were no other good targets. The group decides to go to Arsenal and try there. So we head out. On the way out, I re-engage HB Ring exchange pleasantries, but it doesn't really go anywhere and I bid her adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over to Arsenal and it's actually kind of suckage. Not many targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a couple of drinks and just mingle with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide to leave and go to Busby's with my friend who I brought out since his roommate and other friends were supposed to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the back bar to close out my tab. Then this HB 8 Asian is standing behind me. She wants to order a drink. I forgot exactly what she said, but it went something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah, close out your tab so that I can get to the bar to order a drink!" (She said it in a fun, playful, joking tone)&lt;br /&gt;D: "Omg. You're such a brat! So you want to get in here? Alright..." (I just sit there and NOT sign my tab. Just to make her wait. She laughs).&lt;br /&gt;HB: "OMG. haha. Hurry."&lt;br /&gt;I just sit there. Finally sign it. Pretend like I'm leaving then sit in the bar stool and block the entrance so she can't get to the bar. She's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm a little tired. I think I'm going to rest here for a bit." *smile*&lt;br /&gt;HB: "haha. Noooooo."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Fine, I was going to leave anyway." Stand up and let her get to the bar. (In hindsight, I should have stayed seated and chatted her up, but I was thinking about leaving since it was getting close to 1AM and we would need to get to Busby's soon to make it worthwhile.)&lt;br /&gt;Make small talk. Get her name.&lt;br /&gt;D: "So where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Northridge."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Wow, that's so far! (I'm not a big fan of closing girls who live more than 10 miles away from where I live anyway, so no big deal in not trying to make the interaction last longer) What brings you out here?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "oh, I came here with my friends."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh ok. Well, it was nice meeting you. Have a good night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave to go to Busby's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened here. Just walk around, grab a couple drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the back bar to close out my tab. Chat up the really drunk dude who was at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the bartender. She puts her leg up on the well (the area where the cheap alcohols are kept handy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Wow, I like that. That's hot (referring to her leg up on the bar)."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Thanks. I know." *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat about how she became a bartender, how she used to accept shots from customers, but no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iC and thee_jacas show up. Bar closes. We go outside. Smoke. Talk to some chick with a star tattoo on her chest above her heart. have her pull up my shirt to show her my tattoo. Chat about tattoos, but she says she needs to go find her friends to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much it for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started off shitty and was in a bad state almost all day, but was able to turn it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: Even though you might feel like shit during the day or even at the beginning of the night, get yourself out there and you never know what might happen. Like Mystery (I think) once said, sarging cures everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-8618964411915535948?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8618964411915535948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=8618964411915535948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8618964411915535948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8618964411915535948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-26-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 26 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4102746748071069452</id><published>2007-08-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:40:11.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 25 FR</title><content type='html'>Worked till really late. Again. Blah blah. Same crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make up some of these days after the challenge is over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4102746748071069452?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4102746748071069452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4102746748071069452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4102746748071069452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4102746748071069452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-25-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 25 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6729114930307506231</id><published>2007-08-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:37:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 24 FR</title><content type='html'>Wow, Day 24 already...(today is Day 25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a firm event almost the whole day. Bunch of games and other activities that were for "firm building." Was pretty tired at the end of it all since there was physical activity involved in most of them (and I'm sporting a huge bruise and lump on my knee from running into another coworker), but my last 3 days included a failure and 2 days stuck at work. I was determined to go out and get my 2 approaches in no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the firm event, I go home to shower, then need to get something to eat. I decide to go to Rubio's on Wilshire and after I park, I'm walking to Rubio's and I see this cute blond standing by herself. She looks like she's waiting for someone. I walk past her. Decide to approach. Stop. Turn around. Walk toward her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Excuse me, I know this is random, but I saw you over here and had to say you're cute. I'm D."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Thanks! I'm HB."&lt;br /&gt;D: "So what are you doing standing here by yourself? It looks like you're waiting for someone."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah, I just got off work. I'm waiting for my roommate to pick me up."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh, where do you work?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Jamba Juice."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Jamba Juice. Awesome. I love the Orange Dream Machine. Hey, I was just about to grab something over at Rubio's. You should join me while you wait for your roommate, so you don't have to stand out here by yourself."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "It's ok. I should wait out here."&lt;br /&gt;D: "OK then. It was nice meeting you."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "You too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I walk over to Rubio's to get my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give her a reason to come with me, so I was pretty sure it wasn't going to work, but I wanted to try it anyway since I really had nothing to lose since she was going to leave soon and I was going to get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get food, go back to my apt to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the the Parlor, but it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Busby's. It's also dead. I'm afraid I'm not going to get my second approach in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play pool with my friends, then decide to go get more beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this 2 set sitting at a table with a chilled bottle of champagne. I figure they'd be easy to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Congratulations on whatever you guys are celebrating!"&lt;br /&gt;HBs: "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D."&lt;br /&gt;HBs: "I'm HB." "I'm HB."&lt;br /&gt;D: "So what exactly are you guys celebrating?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Life. Having an excellent life."&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'll toast to that! Cheers! Well, it was nice meeting you. Enjoy your night."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Thanks, you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back and play pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed there is less hitch in my approaching now than when I started this challenge. My hiatus really fucked with my approach, but now it's back to where it was prior to my hiatus, so this challenge has been a great success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6729114930307506231?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6729114930307506231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6729114930307506231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6729114930307506231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6729114930307506231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-24-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 24 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6872698181467093618</id><published>2007-08-08T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:10:53.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 23 FR</title><content type='html'>It's 12:09AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 approaches today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working late exemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6872698181467093618?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6872698181467093618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6872698181467093618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6872698181467093618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6872698181467093618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-23-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 23 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6105100167359372570</id><published>2007-08-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:30:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Approach and Open Brought to You by Badboy</title><content type='html'>Just found this through Badboy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone actually reads my blog, you might find this interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badboylifestyles.com/webUI/eng/article.aspx?id=99657"&gt;Direct Approach and Body Language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6105100167359372570?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6105100167359372570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6105100167359372570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6105100167359372570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6105100167359372570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/direct-approach-and-open-by-badboy.html' title='Direct Approach and Open Brought to You by Badboy'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-2342202129014669452</id><published>2007-08-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:44:21.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 22 FR</title><content type='html'>Still at work. Not going to be able to go out any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming really late night at work exemption. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From lay to HB 9.99999 to failure to late night of work. What highs and lows this challenge has seen. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow... =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-2342202129014669452?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2342202129014669452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=2342202129014669452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2342202129014669452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2342202129014669452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-22-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 22 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-2981996685077167821</id><published>2007-08-06T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:23:38.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 21 FR</title><content type='html'>After so many positives from this weekend, I was due for a letdown. Hopefully, in the 2 steps forward and 1 step back that this is the 1 step back and I'll take more steps forward this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after going out last night, I woke up after only a few hours of sleep because I had some work I needed to get done before Holiday and my cousin woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't finish till like 1PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to grab lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out to Melrose to get some shopping done. I was going to approach on Melrose, but every girl I saw that was a viable target (in that it was a girl I thought was attractive) was either with a dude or with her sister and parents. Not exactly the best. I still don't know how to do the "your daughter is interesting" opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to the apartment around 6PM and I almost pass out on the couch while my cousin packs up his stuff. Drive my cousin to the airport and get back to my apt around 7:45. One of my friends wants to go see Bourne, so I agree to, but then Ulysses texts me to meet up with him for some coffee. I'm thinking I could maybe get my sets in there, so I cancel on my friend and try to find dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I do some more work and then head out to meet up with Ulysses, another friend of ours, Setarcos, and 4five6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lost on the way. I'm tired. My state is very low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the coffee place and I sit down. I'm beat. I'm drinking green tea hoping to give myself a boost. It helps a little. I'm just not feeling it tonight. Some HBs are walking past us since we're sitting outside, but I just can't get myself to do any approaches. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 0 approaches for the day. I owe ch0n60 more money. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-2981996685077167821?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2981996685077167821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=2981996685077167821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2981996685077167821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2981996685077167821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-21-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 21 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4136037522778665951</id><published>2007-08-05T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T03:13:10.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 20 FR</title><content type='html'>Woke up with HB Tall in my bed. The beginning of the day was good and this left me in a good state all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed lunch, then went to the beach. Then dropped her off at her place around 5:30PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bud Holiday decided to roll up to LA and join in on the fun for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a great night. I was in a great state the whole night (from the lay) and I had a blast hanging with Ulysses, iC, 4FiveSex, Holiday, ch0n60, and my cousin for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all roll out to Bar Lubitsch in Hollywood. The place is great, tons of hot chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're waiting for ch0n60 to get in so I hang out with Holiday and Ulysses outside. Ulysses is talking to this really cute chick so I just chill with them for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chick comes in holding what looks like a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Is that a birthday cake?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yes, it is!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Is it your birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "No it's hers."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Happy birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;HB's friend: "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Have a great birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still waiting for ch0n60 and it starts to get later, so I'm starting to feel antsy to get my second approach in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wander onto the dance floor and find a chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey, I really like your top. It's really fashionable."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "thanks." Turns away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that didn't go well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk around some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find Holiday and try to get back onto the dance floor, but we're blocked by a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Man, traffic jam."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "haha, yeah. It's just like the traffic in LA."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah, we're not going to get through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push some more and finally get through. Then I see her... A freaking HB 9.9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999. She has THE best set of tits. She's skinny, decent height and the perfect size. Every guy is checking her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy is trying to dance with her, but she's not paying any attention to him and he fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up, confident, calm, collected. I start to dance with her.&lt;br /&gt;D: "I like your energy. You seem so laid back and not stuck up. Would you say that you're a laid back type of person?" (Qualify her right off the bat - I'm really falling in love with this line)  &lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah, I'm totally laid back. I'm not stuck up at all."  (Compliance)&lt;br /&gt;D: "Great, I love that."&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand out, she grabs it, and we start dancing. More like grinding. She's grinding her ass into my crotch. I can see all the guys and girls around looking at us like, "wtf?!" I don't care about them. I keep dancing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that she's really drunk. I try to talk to her, but she seems to only be interested in dancing. No matter. I try to escalate the kino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get resistance. She pushes my hands away from her waist, but we continue to dance with her grinding her ass (she has a nice ass also) into my crotch, but then her friend comes in and pulls her away. Cockblock. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes and talks to some of her guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move away and find Holiday. We chat for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kind of gets into an argument with her guy friend, most likely an orbiter. She walks away in disgust, comes and grabs me and starts dancing with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Why aren't you dancing with your boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;HB 9.99999999: "He's not my boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. We dance and I introduce Holiday. We all dance for a bit before Holiday wanders off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to dance with her. She continues to grind her ass into my crotch. I try to grab her around the waist, to escalate kino, but she keeps pushing my hands away. I don't get this girl. I'm starting to think she's drunk and just wants to dance. I start to kiss her neck. I try to go for the "from-behind" makeout. It doesn't work. She's waaay too drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend comes in again and cockblocks. Fuck. I introduce myself to the guy she's with. He just met them that night as well. OK... I introduce myself to her friend, the cockblock. She's really cold. HB 9.9999999 is arguing with her friend. She wants to keep dancing with me, but her friend keeps trying to tell her not to. i probably should have moved her around beforehand. I should have switched to another target. The social proof I got from dancing with her would have been high and made it easy to game other girls. I fucked up. Bad. Evil or Very Mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her friend gets her to sit down. Her orbiter friends sit down next to her. I'm out it seems. I try to get my way back in there, but the FUCKING bus boy tells me to walk around. he's fucking busy staring at her. Fucking jackoff. He could never get a girl like her. Not with his lame ass attempt to just stare at her and tell me to walk around. After the orbiters sit down next to HB 9.9999999, he can't bring himself to say anything to her and he walks off. Serves you right fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like fuck it. She's too drunk to remember who I am. i didn't build any comfort or rapport. I'm not going to be able to get a solid close. I find everyone else. Ulysses and 4FiveSex are going to take off. Holiday and my cousin are tired and I think it's time to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close out my tab and flirt with the waittress some. She's cute and attractive in a weird kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "You know, I really like your spunk and attitude. It's really attractive and makes for a great experience."&lt;br /&gt;HB Waittress: "Thanks! When I have such a great customer as you, it makes it easy to be. You should definitely come out again. I'm Natalie."&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she was attracted, but fuck man, I didn't close her. I'm a fucking loser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Waittress: "Well, be sure to come out again. I will see you around."&lt;br /&gt;D: "I will." *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Forgot to mention that I would always kino her and make our interactions fun whenever she would serve us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I round up the guys and tell ch0n60 I'm taking off. I make my way over to HB 9.99999, who's now dancing with her male friend. I touch her on her shoulder so she looks at me. "It was nice meeting you." *hug* "have fun and take care."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "thanks. you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk out...sexually frustrated. She was SO fucking hot... Evil or Very Mad Er...SO interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, the lay totally upped my game. It was a great night for me. i hope I can keep that up for the rest of the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just frustrated I couldn't get a solid close out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am pushing myself a lot and taking risks that I didn't before. The sexual aspect of my game is starting to grow and i'm liking the results. It's amazing what a challenge like this can do to totally up your game. I'm amazed, but I still have a lot of work to do to get to where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4136037522778665951?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4136037522778665951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4136037522778665951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4136037522778665951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4136037522778665951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-20-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 20 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6778933352339869012</id><published>2007-08-04T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:23:01.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 19 LR</title><content type='html'>My cousin from Arizona was flying in so I knew this would be a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had to work late and actually worked till 9:30PM. Took off and went straight to the airport to pick up my cousin. Ran into a ton of traffic and ended up being really late picking him up. A female friend of mine, a blonde HB that's like 5'9" (about 2 inches taller than me), had asked me to pick up her from friend who lives around the airport because she was having a party at her place. So I drive over to her friend's place, but he's already trashed and is going to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cousin and I wander back up to Brentwood, grab some food, and then meet up with another friend of ours to head out. The original plan was to go to 217 in Santa Monica, but the place got shut down because its liquor license got revoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up going to Hollys. Again. Place was pretty packed and bumping. Music was loud. I was in kind of a bad frame of mind due to working late and getting stuck in traffic. Now, I was in a place where I could hardly move or hear myself. Unfortunately, the negative thoughts were spiraling, but I was trying to maintain my state. Things get better and I decide to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey I just saw you over here, and I had to just say I really like your style. Are you in fashion or just really creative?" *smile*&lt;br /&gt;HB: "What? I can't hear you."&lt;br /&gt;D: "... (repeats)"&lt;br /&gt;HB; "I still can't hear you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo...I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, cousin and I decide to leave and go to Main Street, but it's already like 1AM. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and get a drink and the bars are already closing so we call it a night and decide to go get food from Benitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is calling girls trying to get them to come over, but is unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text my blonde HB Tall friend and sees how the party is going. She doesn't respond right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to my apartment and my friend and cousin eat. I wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Tall calls me up and asks me to go pick her up. The party is boring. I banter back and forth with her saying she's a brat for asking me to pick her up and that she can't leave her own party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw out some sexual innuendos and she throws some back and me. I'm thinking it might be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after more bantering, I agree to go pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend leaves and my cousin stays at the apartment while I go pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick her up, and we start playing games, and just chatting. We're all originally sitting on different couches. Then I move over to her couch. Kino. She's grabbing my arm and kinoing right back. She puts her legs over my legs and I start giving her legs a massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is passing out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to massage closer and closer to her pussy. She doesn't resist. We're talking the whole time this is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to massage her pussy over her pants and we're still talking. She's enjoy it. Biting her lip while we talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start making out. All while my cousin is passed out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her let's go to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to my room and it's a done deal. Although, I can't cum 'cuz I'm too drunk, but we have some fun and then pass out. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6778933352339869012?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6778933352339869012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6778933352339869012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6778933352339869012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6778933352339869012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-18-lr.html' title='Challenge: Day 19 LR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-2707550253588190886</id><published>2007-08-03T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:12:19.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 18 FR</title><content type='html'>Worked past 8 (1 approach exemption - I was just lazy last night and maybe a little off since I got flaked on) and the first couple places I went to were pretty dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed dinner at Whole Foods and walked around looking for targets, but there were none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at my apartment, took a power nap, and then prepared to go out to Hollys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer flaked. Said she was going to stay in tonight. Oh well. FUCK THAT SHIT. haha. "Now, are you really saying to fuck shit?" (Inside joke for those of us who have heard that audio clip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to Hollys and there are TONS of dudes. There's like 2 sets of girls. It's ridiculous. I went there with one of my friends (soon to be roommate) and met ch0n60 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I go to the bar to get a drink and some blonde HB bumps into him. She apologizes, then asks him for gum. He doesn't have any so he asks me if I do. I do, so I give her some. (This doesn't count as an approach because she ran into my friend.) Rolling Eyes So... my friend moves out of the way and she comes over and thanks me. We talk for a while, but the music is SOOO FUCKING LOUD that I can't even hear myself. So I give up on trying to talk and she goes back to talking to her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking around a bit, the 3 of us decide to bounce to Bodega. It's even deader there. One table full of blondes, but they're older and not really all that attractive to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce to MaiKai. Better crowd, but still not really anyone that catches my eye that's worth approaching. Bounce. Walk by Voda. It's basically empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this night sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop off ch0n60 who decides to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I decide to meet up some other friends at the Parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I need to get my approach in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my state is a little off. I've been drinking too much. haha. I do better when I'm sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to find an easy set to open. Dammit, all these girls here are so fucking tall. I still have the limiting belief of taller girls not being interested in me. I need to get over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I see a girl with a balloon on it that says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Easy easy set that I can use to make up for the failure the night before at Busbys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up. Hand on her shoulder, slight turn so she faces me. "Hey, I just wanted to say happy birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;Bday Girl: "Oh thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;Bday girl's friend: "You're awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "haha. thanks!" high-fives all around "So how old are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;Bday Girl: "22"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Wow, you're so young and innocent. I can't tlak to you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Bday Girl: "yeah, i am." then she kinda bats her eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this is going, and I don't really care since I'm actually trying to order a drink and she's on the larger side. Not really my type. So I get my drink and wish her a happy birthday and I'm off to chill with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about does it for Day...what day is this? Day 18. Yikes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-2707550253588190886?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2707550253588190886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=2707550253588190886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2707550253588190886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2707550253588190886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-18-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 18 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-8405319796157062690</id><published>2007-08-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:33:48.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 17 FR</title><content type='html'>This was probably my best day yet. And it was a Wednesday! Fuck yeah, I'm totally looking forward to tomorrow and the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 and I head out to Busbys in Santa Monica. I didn't do any approaches during the day 'cuz I was fucking tired. Too many late nights out and not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't eaten dinner yet, so ch0n60 and I grab a table and chill. I order some food: chicken tenders. It's amazing - Busbys is packed and it's a Wednesday night, but it's amazing in a good way. There are a bunch of sets to open. As we sit at the table, we notice these 2 really attractive blondes sitting at the bar. They continue to be approached by random guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish up my chicken tenders (with a little of ch0n60's help - I wanted to stop eating so I could talk to girls!). A total loser approaches the girls (OK, he's not a total loser since he did approach, but he's not holding their attention at all), so I tell ch0n60 that as soon as he leaves, I'm going to approach (Is this alpha? It doesn't matter. My opener was based on him hitting on the girls and him subsequently leaving).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy leaves and I walk up, pretending to get another drink at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "So how did he do?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "He did terrible."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh yeah? What did he come up and talk to you guys about?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "He wanted to know what was better, a guy who knows how to use his hands or a guys who knows how to use his tongue."&lt;br /&gt;D: "And how did you respond?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "I couldn't stop laughing."&lt;br /&gt;D: "haha. It's a good thing I asked you beforehand. I was going to come up and ask you the same question."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "haha."&lt;br /&gt;D: "you know, I have to complement you on your energy. I saw you dancing earlier. You seem like the laid back type. You're not stuck up. Would you agree that you're more of a laid back person?" (Credit Vince)&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "Of course. You have to be laid back in LA. (blah blah - I don't really remember what she said from here or what I said - mostly fluff talk)" Kino the whole time (arm, small of back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "What's your name?" (IOI)&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D. What's yours?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "I'm HB Dancer."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "Is that your friend over there?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah, that's ch0n60." (waves to ch0n60 to come join us) "This is my friend ch0n60."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "Hi, I'm HB Dancer (it's a good thing she said her name again because I forgot. haha. good thing for wings!). This is my friend HB Dress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introductions all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluff talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls start talking to each other and we are kind of lose them since we were talking amongst ourselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: "It was nice meeting you guys, we're going to go play some pool."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "Cool, have fun guys."&lt;br /&gt;D: "You too."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "Maybe I'll have to come over and kick your butt at pool." IOI?&lt;br /&gt;D: "Maybe you will. Come over and try later."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "OK, I will." *smile* IOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much a takeaway. I felt I had built up enough attraction to number close her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 and I go play some foozeball and some fake pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk back around the bar and see HB Dancer again. Some other creepy guys are talking to her and and HB Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy moves away from HB Dancer and she gives me *that* look that girls give each other when they don't want to talk to the creepy guy. I motion her to come over to me (trying to test for Compliance - she fails). She motions me to go over to her, so I show Attainability and walk over to her. Kino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fluff talk. Try to get her to dance with me, but she says the song sucks (more failed Compliance). dammit, where am I going wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 opens the set of girls next to us. Introductions all around. I befriend the guy in the set (1 guy, 3 girls). Disarm him. He ends up starting to talk to HB Dancer. No matter, I know his game pales in comparison to mine. I don't really care if he talks to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: Douchebag (guy from the set ch0n60 opened) starts talking to ch0n60 and I exclusively. The 3 girls he was with wandered off somewhere. Now, HB Dancer and HB Dress are talking to some other guys. Friends of theirs? Maybe. Pretty good looking dudes? Yeah. Guys with game? Not so much. I'm not too worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide I better go find another set to open just in case I can't close HB Dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, while I was conversing with the douchebag, the DJ had said it was someone's birthday. Easy enough for me. Find a group of girls, ask them if it's someone's birthday, and the approach is accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up to the group of girls who I think is having the birthday, and ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey, is it someone's birthday over here?"&lt;br /&gt;HBs: "Yes! It's her birthday!" (point to girl making out with her bf) "Well, yeah, the girl who's making out. haha"&lt;br /&gt;D: "haha"&lt;br /&gt;HB Bday: "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh, I just wanted to come over and wish you happy birthday. I heard the DJ say it was someone's birthday."&lt;br /&gt;HB Bday: "Oh! Thank you! That's so sweet!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "no problem, enjoy your birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...ch0n60 and I walk off. In hindsight, I totally could have used that to integrate into the set. Asked her how old she is turning, etc. The other girls thought it was so sweet too. And the guys in the set I could have befriended. Fuck. Another wasted opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that i did not have any hesitation whatsoever. I went up, and did the approach. This challenge is paying off. I need to do that EVERY TIME i go out, whether or not I'm doing a challenge or not. I hope this challenge leads me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at the same time, I need to approach and stick.  I shouldn't just be satisfied with approaching just to get the approach in.  I totally could have made that set last a lot longer and there were some cute girls in that set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ch0n60 and I go play another round of foozeball then go back over to the bar. We find our douchebag friend and ch0n60's going to take off since it's late. I want to stay back, have another beer, and talk to more people (also, find out what the hell happened to the bouncer/bartender we used to know - he quit, went to the other Busbys and is now in Europe, supposedly). I stay back and chat with douchebag and one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see HB Dancer eyeing me. She looks over and smiles. I smile back. I finish my beer and walk over to her. Kino. Hand on small of her back. Tell her I'm taking off and it was nice meeting her and HB Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, "hey, if you guys are interested in dancing, a couple of friends and I are going to Hollys tomorrow. You guys should join us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "hollys? Hollys west?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "Oh cool. Let me give you my phone number."&lt;br /&gt;(Fuck, I love when girls WANT to give you their phone number)&lt;br /&gt;D: "Sure." Pulls out phone and gets her number. "OK, I'm calling you with my number. I'll call you tomorrow then."&lt;br /&gt;HB Dancer: "I look forward to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk out. Woot. good shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 approaches in and number closed the 1 target I wanted for the whole night. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted her after I got back to my apartment and she texted back saying she's looking forward to my phone call tomorrow. Awesome, I know the number's solid. We'll see if she flakes or not. I didn't use anything from Vince for preventing flakes...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-8405319796157062690?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8405319796157062690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=8405319796157062690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8405319796157062690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8405319796157062690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-17-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 17 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-8012066903331283112</id><published>2007-08-01T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:24:25.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 16 FR</title><content type='html'>Not much happened on Day 16 since I had work and then the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a funny story though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lounge meeting, I decided to go grab some food at Benitos (24 hour hole in the wall Mexican food place on Santa Monica).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking to myself that I didn't open any sets today and that sucks, but I thought the meeting was great, so that was consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Benitos, park on the street and walk over. I see a set of 3 girls seated and eating. They don't appear to be too attractive. Then I see another girl, appears to have a nice body, but is facing away from me, so I can't see her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, what the hell, I'll open her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk inside Benitos about to open her, then I see her face and realize...oh shit, that's my roommate's FB. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just say hi to her. Turns out she was there picking up food for her and my roommate and was heading back to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 said that technically counts as an approach since I did open her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have noticed a change in my thought process. Whether it was due to the increase in state I got from the meeting or if this challenge has really lowered my hesitation to talk to people, I'm not sure, but prior to the challenge, I probably would have made up some excuse not to approach my roommate's FB. haha. Hopefully, it's mostly the challenge. If so, I'd say the challenge has been a positive influence on working me out of my 2-3 month long rut that I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-8012066903331283112?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8012066903331283112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=8012066903331283112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8012066903331283112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8012066903331283112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/08/challenge-day-16-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 16 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-5888001417436343610</id><published>2007-07-31T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:49:02.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 15 FR</title><content type='html'>Wow, has it already been 15 days? This challenge has flown by yet I don't really feel like I've accomplished much. That sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought Day 15 was going to turn into another failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work, went to the gym, then went out to a bar for ch0n60's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any viable sets at the bar and I hadn't had time to make an approach before going to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resigned myself to the fact that I probably would be paying ch0n60 another $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to get up from the table and go play some video games while I still have some money. haha. (ok, so this sentence isn't really logical since I'd still have to pay ch0n60 $50 even if I used up my money, but at the time, that was my thinking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing this bar video game when these two girls walk past me. Stop. Then look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey guys, how's it going?"&lt;br /&gt;HBs: "Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they walk off...they were really drunk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like, crap. I guess that counts as 1. I only need to do one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party moves toward the bar and I come to find out that one of the girls who had stopped when I was playing the video games also was celebrating her birthday that night with her friends (no wonder why she was so drunk). Somehow (I think I was in the bathroom when this happened), ch0n60 and HB Bday found out it was each other bday and so they were chatting. I go up and get introduced. She wants to dance, so I grab her hand and we kinda start dancing, but the music sucks so she stops dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of ch0n60's friends gives me a cigarette to smoke. The smokers go outside and I'm like fuck, do I stay here and try to talk to HB Bday (who's ridiculously drunk) or go outside to smoke? I shouldn't smoke especially since I quit, but oh well, I pound the rest of my beer and go outside to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with the people in our group who are smoking and I notice 2 cute girls also smoking outside. Good choice to go outside and smoke D. I'll get my 2nd approach in! (well, maybe a good choice - stay inside, maybe i'll get a longer, better interaction with HB Bday, but go outside and I get my 2nd approach in and not have to pay another $50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey, have you guys been to Q's karaoke? I think I've seen you before..."&lt;br /&gt;HB Brunette: "Yeah, have we met? I think we've met before."&lt;br /&gt;D: "I don't think so. I'm D"&lt;br /&gt;HB Brunette: "I'm HB Brunette. Nice to meet you...again."&lt;br /&gt;HB Blonde: "I'm HB Blonde."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nice to meet you guys. Do you guys live closer to this bar or closer to Q's?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Brunette: "We actually live closer to Q's."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Cool. Yeah, I think you guys were the ones that got booed a couple of weeks ago."&lt;br /&gt;HB Brunette: "haha. yeah, we did get booed, but we recovered!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah, the end turned out pretty good. (I probably shouldn't have affirmed it and bantered back). Will you guys be going this week?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Brunette: "Yeah, we'll be there."&lt;br /&gt;HB Blonde: "We need to stop doing this."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Doing what?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Blonde: "Drinking and partying. We've been out for 14 days straight now. We need to stop for a week."&lt;br /&gt;D: "haha, I know how that goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation slowly died as the girls started talking about some of their other friends...and I turned to talk to the people I went outside with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lots of room for improvement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-5888001417436343610?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5888001417436343610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=5888001417436343610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5888001417436343610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5888001417436343610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-15-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 15 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-7082789848746826423</id><published>2007-07-30T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:02:54.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 14 FR</title><content type='html'>Started the day off in the mountains camping. Drove back to West LA. Unpacked and cleaned stuff. Fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming OC (not in LA) exemption to do 1 approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head out to 3rd Street to finally watch Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving around looking for free street parking, I realize the movie will last longer than the street parking, so I finally decide to park in a structure and just pay the $3 instead of getting a possible ticket for $40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park in the structure and see these 2 really cute Asian HBs who just finished shopping. I was running late so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Excuse me, do you guys have the time?"&lt;br /&gt;HBs: "It's 9:46."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Sweet. Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I run off to the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was disappointing in terms of Approaches, but I was able to do other things that are a part of my "life" and sometimes, that's more important than always talking to girls. ...Or maybe I'm just being an excuser. Who knows... haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-7082789848746826423?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7082789848746826423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=7082789848746826423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7082789848746826423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7082789848746826423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-14-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 14 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-622225469652780659</id><published>2007-07-30T16:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:02:11.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 13 FR</title><content type='html'>Was busy all day, went to OC, back to LA, packed up, drove out to Riverside, tried to find a grocery store, approached many different people to get directions to a grocery store, drove out to Idyllwild to go camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really any time to make any proper approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming a "I was super busy so I'm exempt" exemption. haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-622225469652780659?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/622225469652780659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=622225469652780659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/622225469652780659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/622225469652780659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-13-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 13 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-1631545026511163338</id><published>2007-07-30T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:01:35.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 12 FR</title><content type='html'>First failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went golfing with some friends/coworkers after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed in my bed afterward for 2 1/2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10:30PM still groggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not go to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-1631545026511163338?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1631545026511163338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=1631545026511163338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1631545026511163338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1631545026511163338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-12-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 12 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-727164203200684512</id><published>2007-07-27T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:02:42.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Using Openers With Confidence</title><content type='html'>Found this great post through Grow Your Game from www.theseductionbible.com.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I just got back from a morning meeting.  It was my first time at this new business networking association that I joined.  At the meeting they have what they call a sixty second commercial for each member.  This means that all the members have to stand in front of the group and give a short infomercial for their business.  Well, as much stood there and rehearsed my “opener” when it came time to deliver i stumbled a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening girls for me now is easy, but I felt a little bit out of my element opening a bunch of 40 year old business men and women.  I knew what i wanted to say but when it came time to speak i lost my train of thought and went off on a tangent.  This used to happen to me a lot when I first began opening sets a few years back.  By the time I would actually open the girls I built it up so much in my mind that I fucked it up.  Delivery was okay  but then the follow up blows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to everyone.  The great thing about the meeting today was that although I felt I stumbled a bit… no one probably noticed because they were all sitting there rehearsing what they were going to say in their own minds.  The same goes for pickups.  Remember no one is judging you.  People, girls included, are much more interested in how they look in a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got this email from Christian Hudson of Master the Vibe. He answers some common questions regarding openers.  One of the intersting thing he discusses is how to smoothly follow up an opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to push my comfort level 20% in terms of being&lt;br /&gt;more sexual, and I’m slowly making progress.  I feel a little&lt;br /&gt;bit out of character doing so sometimes, but I’m pushing for it&lt;br /&gt;anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two quick questions that i’ve encountered in the field:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When using a compliment/direct interest opener, how do you&lt;br /&gt;follow up the conversation and get it started?  Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I do it it’s kind of like:  Ex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey I saw you standing over here and I have to say I really&lt;br /&gt;like your style, it’s really fun and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Oh thanks. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (awkward pause) Ummmm…So where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things start to go slower, she looses interest and&lt;br /&gt;eventually one of us bails.  Any suggestions on handling this&lt;br /&gt;sort of scenario.  I really like more direct stuff and want to&lt;br /&gt;get better.&lt;br /&gt;———————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, after speaking with you and now reading this, I’m getting a&lt;br /&gt;feel for a consistent vibe that I think you’re putting off,&lt;br /&gt;especially doing direct:&lt;br /&gt;1.) you’re not confident enough to pull off the strong direct&lt;br /&gt;opener&lt;br /&gt;2.) you’re expecting her to pick up a lot of conversational&lt;br /&gt;slack far too soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its cool, we can deal with both of these issues.  We’re&lt;br /&gt;going to split this up into two parts:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Delivery Confidence&lt;br /&gt;  a.) nonverbals&lt;br /&gt;  b.) word choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Post-Delivery&lt;br /&gt;  a.) justifying the opener&lt;br /&gt;  b.) your energy&lt;br /&gt;  c.) the “non-transitionables”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELIVERY CONFIDENCE - NOVERBALS&lt;br /&gt;The key here is as follows:  Your intent and your nonverbals&lt;br /&gt;must be as direct as your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use direct stuff like this all the time, because it gets right&lt;br /&gt;to the point.  But it takes a strong man to pull it off. Look her&lt;br /&gt;in the eye.  Say it with a sexual intent.  Show her you take her&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you’re walking up to her, you make direct, intimate eye&lt;br /&gt;contact (review the Vibe Mastery Newsletter “Getting the Look”).&lt;br /&gt;The look and vibe you’re emanating is very direct - no BS, very&lt;br /&gt;strong.  But also warm.  You’re very much *in control* of&lt;br /&gt;yourself and the interaction.  She knows that you’re not there&lt;br /&gt;to mess around and that you see her as a woman, not a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELIVERY CONFIDENCE - WORD CHOICE&lt;br /&gt;Based on the conversations that you and I have had (and what I&lt;br /&gt;know about a lot of other guys I’ve worked with), direct is&lt;br /&gt;tough because you feel like you’re giving up control to a&lt;br /&gt;woman - taking a risk, putting it all on the line.  With the&lt;br /&gt;proper nonverbals and delivery, this couldn’t be further from&lt;br /&gt;the truth.  Direct gives you almost complete control, because&lt;br /&gt;you’ve stated your interest, and if she accepts your interest as&lt;br /&gt;legitimate, she’s essentially agreed to continue talking to you&lt;br /&gt;on your terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now let’s look at your word choice: “I really like your&lt;br /&gt;style, it’s really crazy and fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad - you’re justifying your interest in something about&lt;br /&gt;her.  But it is still very noncomittal, and pretty vague.&lt;br /&gt;You’re not giving yourself a lot of control with such&lt;br /&gt;generalities. How about something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love your style. You’ve got a great look - you must be very&lt;br /&gt;creative.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have to say - the way you’ve put your outfit together is so&lt;br /&gt;creative.  I love your sense of style.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your style really stands out amongst everyone here, and I had&lt;br /&gt;to get to know the person behind such a great outfit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-DELIVERY - JUSTIFYING THE OPENER&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s talk about the transition out of that opener, assuming&lt;br /&gt;she accepts it and says something like “oh, thanks.”   In your&lt;br /&gt;example, you’re jumping right into “interview questions” about&lt;br /&gt;where she’s from, maybe what she does, etc…  The problem here&lt;br /&gt;is that you’ve thrown away whatever credibility your opener gave&lt;br /&gt;you to talk to her, because you’ve not followed up on the&lt;br /&gt;attribute on which you’re complimenting her.  So let’s run&lt;br /&gt;through a sample here that presents a better alternative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: “Hi there, I saw you from across the room and I have to say&lt;br /&gt;- the way you’ve put your outfit together is so creative.  I love&lt;br /&gt;your sense of style.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: “Oh, thanks…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: “Are you in the fashion business, or did your eye just&lt;br /&gt;develop naturally?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: “I guess it just kinda developed on its own.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: “That’s awesome, you definitely stand out in here.  What’s&lt;br /&gt;your name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: “I’m Danielle”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: “Hey Danielle, I’m Daniel. Really cool to meet you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden things are much warmer.  Your opener has been&lt;br /&gt;justified by your interest in the follow-up questions and is&lt;br /&gt;congruent.  Now you can move along to other topics like you hear&lt;br /&gt;us all do on Master the Vibe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-DELIVERY - YOUR ENERGY&lt;br /&gt;Ok Dan, having spoken with you, I can see where this part of&lt;br /&gt;your example comes from:&lt;br /&gt;“(awkward pause) Ummmm…So where are you from?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a high energy guy.  But in your head, you’ve just dumped&lt;br /&gt;a lot of control onto the girl, and now you’re backing off and&lt;br /&gt;hoping that she’s going to take up the slack.  But let’s reverse&lt;br /&gt;the situation (and if this hasn’t happened to you yet, get a&lt;br /&gt;better haircut and some cool outfits).  A girl comes up to you&lt;br /&gt;out of the blue and says she likes your style. How would you&lt;br /&gt;respond?  Would you just start chatting about something with&lt;br /&gt;her?  Or would you be a little surprised, and need a second to&lt;br /&gt;compose yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few girls hear a real, genuine complement delivered in a&lt;br /&gt;way that makes them believe it.  When they do, it takes them&lt;br /&gt;aback.  So be prepared to transition into something else right&lt;br /&gt;away.  There should be no pauses, no akward silences.  You&lt;br /&gt;shouldn’t be expecting her to pick up on the energy just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of like you’ve just popped someone with a taser, and&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got to carry that person along for a second while you&lt;br /&gt;wait for them to regain consciousness (note: please DO NOT use&lt;br /&gt;tasers on women you’re talking to.  This is illegal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep giving energy to the interaction.  If she accepted your&lt;br /&gt;complement, keep flowing with a positive energy until she catches&lt;br /&gt;up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-DELIVERY - THE “NON-TRANSITIONABLES”&lt;br /&gt;Thus far we’ve been using your opener on her style.  This is&lt;br /&gt;something she has developed and cultivated, so it is easy to&lt;br /&gt;compliment her on it.  And you can transition into questions of&lt;br /&gt;how it developed, or mini cold-reads, like “you must be&lt;br /&gt;creative.” But what about when you’re complimenting her on her&lt;br /&gt;looks or some trait that she was born with?  These are rare -&lt;br /&gt;even a nice smile can be followed upon with a question about&lt;br /&gt;whether she had braces.  But in general, anything about her&lt;br /&gt;overall look, beauty or energy falls into the category of what I&lt;br /&gt;call “non-transitionable” direct openers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I just had to come over and say hello.  You have an&lt;br /&gt;incredible look - like a soft beauty - its very unique.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me - the way you move through this room - you have this&lt;br /&gt;energy that is so attractive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have to tell you - you’re one of the most beautiful women&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ever shared airspace with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are intense and you better say them with some confidence.&lt;br /&gt;But where do you go afterwards?  Well, you have a few options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use the line popularized by Style - “But one thing I’ve&lt;br /&gt;learned is that beauty is common.  Its more important what’s on&lt;br /&gt;the inside.  Wouldn’t you agree?”  I don’t remember exactly how&lt;br /&gt;it goes, but its not great right after such a strong opener.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve already put her on the spot, and now you’re qualifying&lt;br /&gt;her.  Not likely to make her feel exactly comfy and cozy with&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go right into your transition. The only problem is that&lt;br /&gt;it doesn’t allow for enough space for your complement to sink&lt;br /&gt;in:&lt;br /&gt;- “Wanna dance? (at the club)&lt;br /&gt;- “So are you mailing classified documents to china, or are&lt;br /&gt;those homemade brownies for your kid brother?” (at the post&lt;br /&gt;office)&lt;br /&gt;- “What brings you out tonight?” (at a bar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best option here is to introduce yourself, then go into&lt;br /&gt;your transition.  It lets her warm up to you more, and for your&lt;br /&gt;opener to sink in, before transitioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey I gotta tell you - I wasn’t even planning on being out&lt;br /&gt;tonight but I’m happy I came - you dance incredibly and it has&lt;br /&gt;made my night to see you just now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, uhhh… thanks!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m XXXXXXXX”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cool, I’m Christian.  Are you with a promoter tonight, have a&lt;br /&gt;table, here with friends…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation happened verbatim at a club here in NYC called&lt;br /&gt;Marquee, a few months ago.  The girl was a model - dancing on a&lt;br /&gt;couch - and things worked out well between her and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dan, I hope this answered your question and all the possible&lt;br /&gt;permutations.  Kind of a long answer but I didn’t want to leave&lt;br /&gt;any stones unturned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how things work out and if you want to hop on the&lt;br /&gt;phone again.  And as for you Tony, hope this was helpful&lt;br /&gt;for you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASTER THE VIBE UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;All of July’s discs have shipped out.  If you’re in Malaysia or&lt;br /&gt;Singapore, it might be another week before they reach your&lt;br /&gt;doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, look forward to receiving our August episode much sooner -&lt;br /&gt;probably in the second week of the month - full of openers and&lt;br /&gt;transitions to hook points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Sebastian and I have settled on our plan for our&lt;br /&gt;birthday celebration - can’t wait to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Christian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-727164203200684512?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/727164203200684512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=727164203200684512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/727164203200684512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/727164203200684512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/using-openers-with-confidence.html' title='Using Openers With Confidence'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-1305183852900598389</id><published>2007-07-27T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:54:11.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 11 FR</title><content type='html'>Am I actually going to make approaches on Day 11? Will I ever get out of work?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers to both of those questions was "YES! THANK GOD!!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was to meet my parents at the airport (LAX) before my mom left to Singapore for 3 weeks. I wanted to drop some things off so that my mom could take them back for my grandmother and other relatives over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up my parents in the Bradley terminal, hand off the stuff, then walk my mom to the security line that goes to the gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I sit there and chat while we wait for her to disappear around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the airport personal decide they need to close off the rest of the line and turn people to the other side of the terminal to go through security there (they told the part of the line that was a few people after where my mom and our family friend were in line).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I decide to ask the kinda cute airport lady what was going on (at the time, I didn't think of this as an actual approach, but what the hell...I'll give you a reason why I'm counting it later on in this report).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Excuse me, is this closure going to affect anyone who's already in line? Or do the other people have to go to the other side of the terminal as well?"&lt;br /&gt;Airport Lady (AL): "Oh no. It's just that we one of the 2 security check machines has broken down and we don't want a long line to form over here."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh ok. Well, it's a good thing there are very few flights leaving in the next hour."&lt;br /&gt;AL: "Yeah, hopefully, we'll get it fixed soon."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah, 'cuz after this hour is over you guys might have a mess on your hands with all of the outbound flights in the next couple of hours. Alright, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very dry interaction, but I approached. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the airport not too soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Whole Foods on the way back to pick up some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the store looking for any targets, but there were none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to get my dinner and some breakfast and then check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the cashier line and see this older, maybe late 30s woman checking out in the line next to me. Not bad, but not sure if I want to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay for my food and walk toward the elevator to the parking garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the elevator and wait for it. Out of the corner of my eye I see HB late 30s finish checking out and making her way to the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevator arrives and she's still a decent amount away. I could have gone down without being rude (as in, if i didn't hold the elevator for her, no one would have thought I was an asshole), but I figured, what the hell, I'm in no rush and maybe I can get in an (what I thought was going to be my "first") approach. So I hold the elevator for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gets in to the elevator with a "Thanks!" and a flash of a cute smile. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this lady had her hands full with a bunch of bags of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "What floor?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "B. Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "No problem. Looks like you got yourself a lot of groceries there." (Hahaha, worst...line...ever...).&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah, I can't believe how expense everything is here."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah, that's the cost of eating healthier, organic food. But the cost is worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I arrive at level A...and I say, "Well, have a nice night."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Thanks! You too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had planned to go out for the night and make my "second" approach. However, I get home, eat dinner. Chill with my roommate watching TV for a bit...and I just pass out watching TV on the couch. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty exhausted from all the stress/late nights at work over the last couple of days, so I guess it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 1AM and was like, WTF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up and think about going out, but it's way too late and decide it'd be best to just go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the airport lady became Approach 1. Kinda lame, but I had every intention of making more...if not for passing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lame day, but 10 days ago, I would have done 0, so even though the challenge isn't shaping up like I had envisioned, I'm out of my rut, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-1305183852900598389?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1305183852900598389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=1305183852900598389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1305183852900598389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1305183852900598389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-11-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 11 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4174027289101384908</id><published>2007-07-27T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:52:06.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 10 FR</title><content type='html'>And clients are retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client sent us data. Data was supposed to be complete. D and firm conduct analysis/modeling as if data is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D and firm notice some values are less than it should be after analysis is done and after writing the presentations...the night before the meeting with the client's Board Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D and firm panic since the client is in the Midwest and have all left the office already. D and firm scrounge the world of public companies and their data and find parts of the missing data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is left to retroactively add the "missing" data (the parts that were found anyway) into the modeling/calculations/analysis and re-write presentations for client meetings tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, D was stuck at work for basically the 3rd night in a row past midnight. This is not good for my challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming the late night at work exemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking clients...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4174027289101384908?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4174027289101384908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4174027289101384908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4174027289101384908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4174027289101384908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-10-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 10 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-1093408288370362553</id><published>2007-07-25T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:18:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Create Rapport</title><content type='html'>Found this great post through Grow Your Game from the Community for Excellence Forum.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Rapport:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapport is crucial in life; the connection between two people. The unspoken words that tell that person “we are on the same page”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, building strong connections with women will greatly assist in your quest to become the serial seducer, however, the ability to develop genuine strong rapport with people will bring benefits to many areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s getting served faster at the bar, getting off a video fine or taking a beautiful woman to bed, you get so much more out of people who feel genuine rapport with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you develop the skills to create powerful rapport with people, you can’t help but feel powerful. It’s like you can win anyone over and come out on top in any given social situation. It truly is a great skill to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people teach that you must first create attraction and then build rapport; I don’t believe that this is a necessary distinction. In all of my PU’s, I focus on creating attraction AND rapport from the outset of the interaction. (I actually focus on generating them before I even open my mouth). Just be aware that to seduce a beautiful woman, you must generally have created both of these feelings within her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aim is to create rapport with everyone I interact with; men and women. People I want to get sexual with and people I do not. I don’t see any negatives from having strong rapport with a great many people. I believe you get the best out of people when you feel a strong connection with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I create rapport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give something of yourself away; open up to people. Have you ever noticed how telling someone a secret and having them keep it safe makes you hold that person in high regard? I am not advocating telling everyone you meet your deepest darkest secrets; just use the principles. When you tell people something about yourself, (other than the usual, name, age, job etc.), it gives them a window into your personality; a chance to see some of the real you. You are sub-communicating to them: “I am open to you and it’s OK for you to open up to me.” You will often find that they will start to tell you things about their lives. You are already communicating on a deeper level than everyone else she has met that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I use self-deprecating humour – Almost counter-intuitively, the ability to laugh at yourself actually demonstrates a real strength of character. It is an Alpha trait to not care what other people think of you. The people you are talking to are not perfect either. They will find it easier to relate to a person who can laugh at themselves. Think about it, how hard is it to relate to a guy who takes himself extremely seriously and who will not allow anyone to make a joke at his expense? Be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Talk to people at their level. Be mindful of their vocabulary and listen to they give you (about their jobs, lifestyle etc). Within one minute of an interaction, I will know what type of person I am dealing with and I will adjust my diction and conversational threads accordingly. If I was talking to a beautician, I might talk about Big Brother. If I was talking to a law student, I may talk about the political situation in Iraq. This is all about positioning myself at their level of intellect and engaging them in topics that they would have an interest discussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Empathy – I will always try to see where the other person is coming from. Seeing things from their perspective is a very powerful skill to have when you are creating connections with people. If I am talking to a girl and she mentions that her grandmother has died, I will automatically liken that to the feelings that I had when my grandfather died. I would talk about my feelings during that time and I would expect to share numerous connections with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Shared experiences – If you have both been to Australia, then you will have immediate connections there.. explore this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will talk sensibly about deep and emotive topics that affect people’s lives. I will talk to a black person about racism, a nurse about the state of pay in the NHS or a gay guy about homophobia. It demonstrates maturity, social intelligence and a depth of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I will talk about myself in a positive light. This is an honest account of myself... i will admit my shortcomings, but also make clear my positive qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I will give my genuine opinions on topics and explain why. Have you ever noticed how hard it is to connect with a sycophant; someone who agrees with everything you say? There is no substance or depth there within which to build a meaningful connection. I will readily disagree with someone if I genuinely do not hold their point of view. I will always do this in a very respectful/ humble manner and let them know my reasons for my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I pay genuine compliments to people. If I notice something I like about a person, I will verbalise it to them; I will compliment guys and girls. If a girl has a strong sense of family values, I will comment on it and tell her I think it is a very attractive quality to have. If a guy is well dressed, I will tell him he looks like “one of the most stylish guys in the club.” Compliments are not supplication as long as they are genuine and delivered in the right way. (SEE QUALIFICATION, PAGE XXXXX) Compliments are also a sign of inner strength; you will find that most guys who are insecure find it hard to praise other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will demonstrate the fact that I am a multidimensional individual. I will constantly mix it up from being “comedy Phil” to “serious Phil” to “deep and meaningful Phil.” Not only does this display a great depth of character, it also increases your chances of finding a connection with people. Some people just want to laugh, some are more interested in discussing the political situation in Iraq. By displaying a multi-dimensional character, you are increasing your chances of connecting with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don’t brag about yourself; this comes across as tacky and will put people off; modesty is so much cooler. Let your achievements come out through the course of natural conversation. Cool people have the ability to praise themselves without making it look like they are bragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am not drop dead gorgeous, but I know I am not ugly”&lt;br /&gt;Is so much cooler than saying:&lt;br /&gt;“I am really good looking”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am fortunate to have some really beautiful women in my life”&lt;br /&gt;Is so much cooler than saying:&lt;br /&gt;“I get all the good looking girls”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a good wingman, he can tell the group all of your personal achievements without you having to open your mouth. If you absolutely have to praise yourself, using this sentence before the “brag” will lessen the impact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t mean to be arrogant but”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I never judge anyone. Whenever I ask questions and find out about people’s lives, I am never judgemental with their responses. Someone who feels they are likely to be judged by a person is unlikely to truly open up to that person. It is very difficult to create rapport with a person who has kept their barriers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Trust – If you are following my system, you will realise that a lot of it is about being a good person. Over time, people will realise that they can trust you and this will lead to them opening up more to you. Note that some people take longer to open-up than others. Apply these principles and every person will open-up quicker to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Being attractive – By becoming the attractive man, you will find that people are more open to you. Girls (and even some guys) will be more interested in creating a connection with someone they find attractive. Your rapport building techniques (along with the rest of your game) will be so much better received if they are attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Buying people drinks. If I am talking to a guy or a girl that is really cool, I will buy them a drink. Generosity when done in the right way (on your terms) is really attractive. Note… I am not saying to people “please can I buy you a drink”… If I am at the bar and I am buying a drink, I will turn and say to the person “what are you having.” I assume that they will drink with me. (If you have your rapport game down), they usually will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I shake hands with everyone (in the cool way ) – It’s a tiny detail, but a handshake is symbolic of a connection between two people. If I open a group of ten people, I will ask for their names and introduce myself to each one of them with a firm (cool) handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I will talk about topics they want to talk about. Most people like to talk about their interests and their lives; I will facilitate that conversation. If I am talking to a professional fighter, I may ask him how his preparation is coming along for his next fight, or I will talk about fighting in general. If I am talking to an Estate Agent, I will ask them about their jobs; the upsides and the downsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Being direct – I am direct with everyone I meet. People always know where they stand with me and this is so much more conducive to building rapport than someone who never speaks his real mind. Being direct does not mean being rude, it just means being honest with your intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have exemplary manners; this is very important to me. Not saying please and thank you and just having general poor manners is one of the most unattractive things a person can be. Basic manners cost absolutely nothing and they are a very attractive quality (See Manners PAGE XXXXX).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Asking people their names and introducing yourself - This is basic common sense manners and should not be forgotten. When you find out someone’s name and then introduce yourself, you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Eye contact – Maintain good solid eye contact when you speak. If your eyes dart around the room, it will send the signal that you are nervous and this will make the person you are talking to nervous (not conducive to developing strong rapport).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Voice – Speak in a strong clear voice. As with eye contact, if you have a weak or hesitant voice, this will communicate that you are nervous; you will project these nerves onto others around you and you will make it harder to create a bond with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When I introduce people to people, I will show that I know something about that person. I will always put a positive spin on that person’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“John, this is Mikey… superstar DJ from around the town and a very accomplished ladies man”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is Sammy… he’s training to be a cage fighter and someone you do not want to tangle with”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is Carly… she is one of the best dressed women I have ever met”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying people positive complements in this way is very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I laugh loudly and freely. If someone says or does something very funny, I will not sit there and try to look cool by being all alpha, I will laugh out loud. I will let others know that I have found their joke funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Mimicking their voice – This can be a very subtle, yet powerful generator of rapport. If a person speaks with an accent, I often copy that accent when I speak with them. I will often get shit tested for this, but I always persevere through to compliance. It helps to set a very light hearted and humorous undertone with the person involved. On a subconscious level, talking back to them with their voice also creates a strong connection with that person. I do this with guys and girls to great effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Mimicking their language/expressions – Everyone has a selection of words and expressions that they use over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Introduce people to people, or as the MM crowd would say “merge the sets.” When I am out, I am constantly introducing my friends to people I have just met and vice versa. ((I will usually add something like “She’s a good girl” or “He’s a good guys” (SEE PAGE XXXXXX)). You are actually connecting groups of people to each other and displaying that you are the guy who is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Taking an interest in people – I will ask questions and really listen to what they tell me. I try to have conversations with people that are a little deeper than the usual club/bar “chat.” I advocate building a social circle within a community, so I will see these people over and over again. When I next see that person, I will have a much stronger connection with them as I will know more about their lives. “How did your exams go?” “What was it like in Thailand?” “Did you win the football?” You are using common sense principles to get to find out more about people and their lives and you are creating strong rapport with them in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I ask for help from others – I used to work at a recruitment business. When I was out and I got talking about what I did, I was often asked by potential job seekers advice on how to find employment. I would give them the benefit of my experience, often taking their email and send them website addresses; I would give them as much help as I could. This made me feel good and it also created a connection between me and that person. People inherently like to display knowledge over others; they like to be made to feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. If I am in the bar and I get talking to a guy who is a martial arts instructor, I will ask him to tell me about some decent training techniques.&lt;br /&gt;b. If I am talking to a girl who works for a travel agency, I might ask her to advise me on a great place to go on holiday in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;c. If I find out someone is a Financial Advisor, I may ask them where I should be investing my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking people to share their knowledge with you not only creates a connection with that person, but the help you receive may also help you in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-1093408288370362553?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1093408288370362553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=1093408288370362553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1093408288370362553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1093408288370362553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-create-rapport.html' title='How to Create Rapport'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-2472420903538184793</id><published>2007-07-25T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:36:20.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 9 FR</title><content type='html'>Work still impeding on my challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out from work around 9 and was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming 1 approach exemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some dinner after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave ch0n60 a call to see if he wanted to head out to karaoke around 10:30PM. He was going surfing in the morning so I decided I would go by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out, I decided that I should go to the store and pick myself up some fruit since I didn't have any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the store and see this cute brunette checking out. Hm, if I do my approach here, I can get it over with, not go to karaoke and go to bed early, which is what I was more interested in at the moment than talking to girls. Sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for her to finish paying, then decide I'm just going to do a hit and run 'cuz all I really want to do is grab my fruit and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up to her, put my hand on her shoulder and...&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, I know this is random, but I saw you over there and I just had to say you're cute."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "I'm HB."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nice meeting you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I walk off like a jackass. A tired jackass, but a jackass nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed my fruit, paid, went home and passed out as soon as my head touched my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY, today will be better at work and I can actually get in some quality approaches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-2472420903538184793?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/2472420903538184793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=2472420903538184793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2472420903538184793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/2472420903538184793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-9-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 9 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6103952887518690028</id><published>2007-07-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:41:05.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 8 FR</title><content type='html'>Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming the late night at work exemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6103952887518690028?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6103952887518690028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6103952887518690028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6103952887518690028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6103952887518690028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-8-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 8 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-1140916244663442168</id><published>2007-07-23T14:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:59:22.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 7 FR</title><content type='html'>Went back to OC so this will be a short Day 7 since i'm going to claim my 1 approach exemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's leaving to go to Singapore this week, so I went back to spend some time with my parents since my mom will be gone for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to give my mom an early X-mas present to take with her. I was going to buy my parents a digital camera for X-mas, but seeing as how she was going to Singapore this week to visit relatives, I figured I should give it to her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to OC and had lunch with my parents, then decided to go to the local Best Buy to pick up the digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get there and go to the camera section. Walk around. There's a cute brunette who's also looking at cameras. I try to decide if I should approach or not since I don't like to approach girls in OC since I'll NEVER want to call them since I'll probably never see them since they live so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decide to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Looking to buy a camera?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'd go with a Canon. I have one right now and I love it. You can't go wrong with a Canon."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Really? OK. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, this isn't going so well. That was the most retarded ramble of a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;D: "No problem. Are you from around here?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Yeah, I'm from &lt;city next to my parents&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Cool, I'm actually from &lt;city&gt;. I'm D."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "I'm HB."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nice to meet you. &lt;silence - *crickets chirping*&gt; Good luck with your camera."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was retarded. haha. Oh well. I was a victim of the vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, picked out a nice Canon (of course) for my parents and then went back to their place. Washed my bed sheets and took my parents out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-1140916244663442168?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1140916244663442168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=1140916244663442168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1140916244663442168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1140916244663442168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-7-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 7 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-9184374740556858101</id><published>2007-07-23T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:58:52.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 6 FR</title><content type='html'>Man, I woke up fucking hurting for Day 6. Day 5 had too much alcohol involved (after the club, at ch0n60's place when we met up with my other friends, and before eating at Swingers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted 3 different girls on Day 5 asking what their plans were for later that night. 1 said she was in a seminar until 10PM. I told her perfect! then you can come out and party with me afterward. She said she would love to, but they said no alcohol since she had to be up early every morning. She said, next time. Another (who I # closed the prior weekend) said her roommate had the flu and so she was going to stay home. The third (another # close from the prior weekend) said she was going to take it easy that night, but would be going out to a club in Santa Monica the next day (Day 6, Saturday) and that ch0n60 and I should come along. Good deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had been hurting the whole day (Saturday), I really had no motivation to try and plan anything for Day 6. I just wanted to feel better and then go out somewhere. I decided it would be best to just meet them up at the club and so the girls could provide us social proof and make our lives easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 gets to the club before I do and when I arrive, he's already talking to 2 chicks from Switzerland. I get introduced, but the place is loud and it's hard to hear people, especially for me since I have such terrible hearing. ch0n60 says they're boring and I can see that. I grab a drink and ch0n60 tries to get them to come to the dancefloor with us, but they politely decline. No matter, we head off to the dancefloor to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around a bit. Go back to the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as ch0n60 and I are sitting there chatting on the dancefloor, this 2 set comes up RIGHT next to me and just stands there chilling. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to them and say "Cheers!" They cheers me and go back to staring at other people. I turn to ch0n60 and he says, "That doesn't count!" I reply with, "I know. I'm just making it easier on myself for the actual opener." He then asks, "do you think it's a proximity IOI?" I shrug since I have no idea. It could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then turn back to them and ask, "So how are you guys doing?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Not too bad. What about yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Pretty good, thanks. My name's D."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;(OK...no name? Maybe she did say her name, but it's so fucking loud I can't hear.)&lt;br /&gt;D: "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "HB."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Cool, nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that didn't work out so well. Even if it was a proximity IOI, it was too fucking loud to talk. I need to work on doing some sub communication for loud environments just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably could have started a more interesting thread when she asked me how I was doing like,&lt;br /&gt;"Pretty good since I'm out enjoying a drink, chilling with my friend ch0n60 and meeting awesome new people like yourself. What more could I ask for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have been good, but alas, I'm not that quick. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that failed attempt at social interaction, ch0n60 and I move around the club some. It's getting hot so we go find the AC vent and stand in front of it to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab some more drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see the girls coming in. The girls are awesome people, really fun to hang out with. They're on the borderline of being my type. I'd bone them, but I'd need to have some alcohol. However, a girl I haven't met before shows up with them. She's fucking smoking hot. Totally my type. Dammit, how do I play this off? I think the girl who's number I have wants me, but I'd rather have her friend. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chat with them and get introduced to the 2 new girls. They go off to get drinks and we wander around some more looking for other girls to talk to. Not much really going on that night at the club. Mostly dudes. It was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 and I are just chilling when the girl who's number I have (let's call her HB LAKE (acronym for where I met her)) comes up to us and tells us to come hang out with them. So we follow her to the dancefloor and dance with her and her friends. So I'm dancing next to HB LAKE, chatting with her, bantering, kinoing. Just playing solid overall game with her just in case. Then she says she thinks she figured out where she knows me from (she said I looked familiar when I had met her the previous weekend). She asks me if I used to date this girl named &lt;my ex&gt;. So I responded, "yeah..." "And she had a sister who was in &lt;name of organization?&gt;" "Yup. How do you know my ex?" "Oh, I lived on the same floor as her back at UCLA." "Oh, I see." Fuck, she now went from borderline boneable to not really on my radar. haha. I don't know why. I just don't like to associate with people who know my ex from long ago. I was a totally different person back then. It reminds me too much of my past, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just dance with HB LAKE and her friends. Somewhere along there, I leave the group to get a drink and do approach 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to the bar and roll up next to this really cute chick. I stand there waiting to order and I'm trying to decide if she's really cute. I haven't actually had a chance to see a real frontal view of her face yet. I say fuck, just do it. So I turn to her, put my arm on her shoulder, turn her to face me and say, "Excuse me, I saw you and had to just say I think you're cute. My name's D."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Hi, my name's ...."&lt;br /&gt;D: "What was your name again?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "HB"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nice to meet you HB."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm really having trouble with the loud music. This night isn't going well so far. I let her walk off. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute Asian chick walks up next to me at the bar. We end up waiting for forever for service. I open her,&lt;br /&gt;D: "Man, I think we're in the wrong part of the bar. There's a bartender over there, another one over there, and another one over there. We're like in no man's land."&lt;br /&gt;HB: "haha, I know, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "My name's D"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "I'm HB. Actually, I think I'm going to try and get a drink over there."&lt;br /&gt;D: "OK, good luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after she walks away, the bartender comes up to me and I get my order in. Haha. Figures it would work out that way. Oh well. I get my drink and walk back to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make my way around the group and dance with just about every girl in the group. I'm trying to be the fun party guy that I am. Being energetic. Jumping into the middle of the dancing circle. Trying to be energetic and get everyone else involved. All the while, it seems like HB LAKE's hot blond friend is eye fucking the shit out of me. I like it, but I think HB LAKE has already called dibs on my dick. Sucks for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to chat with HB Blond, making small talk. She looks tired and somewhat bored. We dance a bit, but it seems like she is holding back because of HB LAKE. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole time, all these guys are standing around our group, looking on and trying to dance with all the girls we are with. I end up acting as cockblock and blocking all of the outsider guys whenever the girls would ask me for help. After getting the signal, i would pull the girl(s) to me, spin them, dance with them, and then get in the way of the outsider guys whenever they tried to dance with the girls. The girls loved it. I was their protector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB LAKE kept on wandering over my way in the group and kept on trying to dance with me. I obliged and we danced a couple of times. Damn. Yup, it definitely seems like she called dibs on my dick. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it nears 1:30, i'm dancing and then this other girl, who I dont know comes up and starts rubbing her ass into my ass. Cool. haha. I start to grind my ass into her ass and we're going it and all the way down to the ground and then back up again. Good shit. She's pretty hot too (we'll call her HB Grind). I turn around laughing and give her a high five, then ignore her. Other guys try to come in and talk to her, but she kind of just chats with them for a bit and doesn't give them the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Grind and her friend end up hanging around right next to me and the group and dancing together. THAT is a proximity IOI. Very Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost closing time and the girls in the group decide it's time to go grab some food. I want to talk to to HB Grind some, but don't want to do it in front of the girls. I let them lead the way out and I hang back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the group goes, including ch0n60, I go back to HB Grind and say "hey."&lt;br /&gt;She instantly grabs me and pulls me right to her. We're standing cheek to cheek and dance a little.&lt;br /&gt;She asks me what race I am, and I tell her "Chinese."&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Too bad."&lt;br /&gt;I ask her what is she, "she says half Japanese, half Filipino."&lt;br /&gt;D: "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;HB: "HB."&lt;br /&gt;I probably should have made her jump through hoops or something/disqualified, but she was ready to go...and i was a fucking idiot. I wanted to number close, but my brain just froze. I couldn't come up with anything to say to close her with. Mother fucker. I kind of mumbled something and said "It was nice meeting you."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You too. Have fun, I'll see you around."&lt;br /&gt;She then kind of gave me a kiss on the cheek. Like where her cheek is on my cheek then make that kissing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the club really pissed off at myself. Evil or Very Mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fucking retard...I better not let that happen ever again. As I walk to find ch0n60 and the girls, I come up with the best time bridge, number close line ever for me. Of course, it always happens a moment too late. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, meet up with the group and we go grab some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-9184374740556858101?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/9184374740556858101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=9184374740556858101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/9184374740556858101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/9184374740556858101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-6-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 6 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-8157205850820709409</id><published>2007-07-23T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:58:32.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 5 FR</title><content type='html'>Head out with ch0n60 to a club in Santa Monica and get there around 10:15PM. We walk in and it's dead so we decide to go in the back room where there is a lounge. We walk in there and it's packed with Asians. We're like, wtf. It seems like a b-day party so ch0n60 opens a girl and asks her such and she responds that it is. We decide after chilling there for a bit to go out into the main area to see if anyone else had showed up. Some people have, but the place is still kinda slow. We decide to get our hands stamped and to check out another bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other bar, we get some drinks and I decide to open these 2 chicks at the bar who are eating this pizza, which smells really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Hey, what type of pizza is that? It smells really good."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "It's a mushroom pizza."&lt;br /&gt;D: "Really? That's it? Wow, I never thought a mushroom pizza could smell that good. Cool."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Yeah, it's pretty good. Feel free to have a slice."&lt;br /&gt;D: "No, thanks, but thanks for the offer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to talk to ch0n60. Those girls weren't really my type, but I just wanted to get an approach/open in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide to go to another bar and look around there. It's all dudes, so we decide to go back to the club we were at originally. It's packed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around and go back into the back to the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to open this seated 2 set. Open them and get into a really good, long conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened them with "Are you guys here for the birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "Yeah, are you guys?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nope." *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "Oh so you guys are just crashing then?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Nope. We're just having a good time."&lt;br /&gt;Sit down next to them. Introduce ch0n60 and he sits down next to the other girl.&lt;br /&gt;We chat about random stuff. Kino. I get her laughing. I can tell the attraction is there on her part, but it's not there on my part. She's Korean. I have a thing against Korean girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I close her. She says she never goes out. She only came out since it was a bday party. As a result, she never gives out her number, but she'll give me her email address. Fine, whatever. I won't email her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 opens some girls that are seated. I chat up one of them. Really cute girl who's going to UCLA. Also from OC. She's really young though. She just turned 21. I don't like girls that just turned 21. They're too ADD. And yup, this girl is the same. She's bouncing all over the place. I can't deal with it. So I walk away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the bar. Not sure if ch0n60 or if I opened this next set, but it was a 3 set, 1 guy 2 girls. We chat them up for a bit. ch0n60 wanders off somewhere and I'm left talking to the dude. The dudes a bit off, but I humor him and chat with him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60 talks to this blond and we start chatting her up. She's there with some dudes, but is out to have a good time. I tell her, let's go dance and grab her hand and lead her to the dance floor. We dance for a bit, but since ch0n60 opened her, I decide to leave so that he can get his freak on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back and find that same 3 set and talk to them again. One of the girls is pretty cute, so I talk to her and end up number closing her. She's not from around here and will be leaving town on Sunday. Unfortunately, I don't think I got her name right and didn't end up calling her today (day 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to ch0n60's place to meet up a couple of my other friends for some wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get some food. Drank too much and woke up the next morning hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-8157205850820709409?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8157205850820709409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=8157205850820709409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8157205850820709409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8157205850820709409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-5-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 5 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-1523047807895061166</id><published>2007-07-20T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:38:44.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 4 FR</title><content type='html'>Worked late last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claiming the exemption for 0 approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't make any approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-1523047807895061166?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1523047807895061166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=1523047807895061166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1523047807895061166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1523047807895061166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-4-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 4 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4234827064879494653</id><published>2007-07-20T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:38:08.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 3 FR</title><content type='html'>Was extremley busy at work all of a sudden on Thursday, so I couldn't find any time to write up Day 3. Anyway, here goes. I'll try to make this short since there were no closes, but it was at least better than the first 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wednesday Tacos at Don Antonio's and opened this 2 set with "have you guys been waiting here long?" One of the girls got up to use her cell phone and I was just chatting with the other girl all by herself. She went on to say that they weren't here for food, they just came to the bar to drink. Got the introductions. Asked her what made them choose this bar when there are so many others and she responded that she didn't really know of any other bars. I figured that she probably just turned 21 or was just in town. She seemed to be really out of it since her friend left her there all alone. I returned to talking to my group of friends and that was pretty much that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Parlor after Don Antonio's with ch0n60. The place is actually kind of dead, but there are like 2 sets in the place that I could approach. One, a 2 set, as ch0n60 put it, looked like they were going to be cold. The other, a 3 set, was sitting at a table eating. I thought the 2 set would be easier, but ch0n60's input was enough to put them off to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just chill a bit more and a 2 set walks in. Perfect. Both ch0n60 and I are pretty tired, so I decide to get in my 2nd set and then we can leave. They're at the bar and so I go up and approach them. "Hey guys, how's it going? What are you guys drinking?" "Vodka and soda." "Cool. Cheers!" Drink the rest of my beer and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely feel that my AA has dramatically decreased from Day 1 to Day 3. I even got out a question after the opening! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto actually having an actual meaningful conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4234827064879494653?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4234827064879494653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4234827064879494653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4234827064879494653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4234827064879494653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-3-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 3 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-5563959977238218932</id><published>2007-07-18T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:56:18.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 2 FR</title><content type='html'>Well, today didn't go according to plan, but I still got my 2 approaches in even though there was nothing really groundbreaking about them. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This won't be that exciting of a summary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having an hour long dizzy spell at work and wasn't even sure if I would be feeling well enough to make the approaches today, let alone make it home, but it finally let up and I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, instead of going out, I decided to go home and take a nap just in case my dizzy spell was caused by lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my nap, I went to the driving range with a couple coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we had finished, it was already 9:20 and I was running out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Whole Foods with one of my coworkers to pick up some dinner. Walk around there and see a target as I walk in, but she's like 3 inches taller than me and my limiting beliefs won't let me approach her. Oh well. Walk around some more and there's nothing else around. Leave and go back to my apartment to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I head over to the local bar that has karaoke night. Great idea. The place is pretty bumping and there are lots of girls out. Grab a beer and make a round of the place looking for possible sets. I see a few and just chill watching people sing karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back downstairs to the bar and get another beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting my beer, there's a decent 2 set next to me. I open them with a "cheers!" They cheers me. The girl furthest from me whispers to her friend, "well, that was cute" or "he's cute." I'm not much of a lip reader, but I definitely heard the "cute." Very Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I decided to just sit there and not say anything else. Again. Evil or Very Mad Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, ch0n60 shows up and we're at the bar waiting for him to get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2 set strolls up and comes up to the bar next to me. I'm chatting with ch0n60 and then it seems like we've all been waiting awhile for the bartender, so I ask the 2 set if they had gotten their orders in yet and they said "yeah, we have." Just then, the bartender comes in with their drinks and plops them down. I don't know how I missed them ordering, but no big deal. Again, lame, but I said something after opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm learning how to crawl/walk all over again. Ha...I need to stop being afraid to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ch0n60 and I just chill around the bar for a bit, check out the karaoke which ends up breaking, then go back down to the bar to look for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to approach this really cute brunette direct, but she's surrounded by her 4 friends, so I decide to wait for better positioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back upstairs to the karaoke are and ch0n60 wants to sing. Now, I'm not a big fan of karaoke nor am I a good singer. I usually am scared to death of singing in front of people, and I ended up giving some pushback. But ch0n60 really wanted to do it, so I figured, hell, if I'm ever going to get over my fear of failing, this would be the first step. We end up singing a song and boy did we suck, but it was awesome. Haha. ch0n60 even had to sing the first part acapella since the music wasn't on or something. I'm glad I sang though since it pushed me outside of my comfort zone. I will definitely have to go back next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it for day 2. Hopefully, today I will get beyond the opener. I don't have any plans after work (i.e. gym, driving range) so as long as I don't get another dizzy spell today, I should have a lot more time to get in some quality sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-5563959977238218932?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5563959977238218932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=5563959977238218932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5563959977238218932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5563959977238218932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-day-2-fr.html' title='Challenge: Day 2 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-1158312859422451398</id><published>2007-07-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:28:52.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge: Day 1 FR</title><content type='html'>So after I get off work at 6:45, I go to the gym with a co-worker. I had expected to do a light workout since I was planning on getting in 2 approaches, but since my co-worker went with me, we ended up working out a lot harder than I had expected and didn't leave the gym till around 8. That severely cut into my approaching time. Dammit, but at least I'm getting in shape. (I'm seriously thinking about putting in an additional out clause for going to the gym - as in reduce the number of approaches from 2 to 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, head back to my apartment to shower and get ready to do some approaches. Go to a grocery store, known for tons of targets, and walk around. I walk around, walk around. Can't really find a good target. Then I see one, brunette, really hot, but I don't open on the initial walk-by. Dammit. I'm still trying to judge if she's hot enough. Walk back around, yeah, she's hot enough. Then some dude she knows starts talking to her. OK, maybe he'll leave. They keep talking and it looks like it's her bf. OK, move on. Walk around the store some more, but alas, there are no more targets. I decide to go to another similar grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to the store. It's like 9:15 now. I'm running out of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm parking, I see two girls get in the elevator to go up to the store. One's blonde and from far away, she looks pretty cute. Sweet, I just have to find her in the store somewhere. I get in the elevator and go up. Walk around and see the blonde. Yikes, she's not as hot as I thought. Damn "good from far, but far from good." However, at a quick glance, her friend is cute, but I'm going to walk around to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around some more, and yeah, she is definitely cute. It's time for the first approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up deciding to do direct. I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm going to fuck this chick! I start to say...and then get REALLY nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Excuse me, I know this is kind of random, but I just had to say I think you're cute." Fuck, it kind of stammers out...I talk too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that was pretty bad. Opening wasn't that smooth, but I got it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: "Aww, that was very sweet and nice. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "I'm D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: "I'm Girl. Nice to meet you D. Again, thanks. That was very nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I can tell this isn't going anywhere. I fucked up the opening/body language, so I say "nice to meet you" and eject to go find myself some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of transitioning into a question, but I just couldn't force myself to get it out. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up some dinner and some breakfast and head out back to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make plans to meet up one of my friends later at a bar to shoot some pool just in case I can't get another one in after I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head out to another local grocery store. Walk around. I see two potential targets, but they're on the phone. I walk around the store THREE times and they're still on the phone. I say fuck it and leave, but not before picking up some protein bars and fruit. Not only is this challenge forcing me to go out, but I'm actually picking up healthy food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to go to Border's, but they're closed. No matter, my friend calls and says he's ready to go to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet him and we walk over to the bar. It's kind of dead, but there are a few girls around. Grab the pool balls and start to shoot some pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to get late, the girls are paired off with dudes. Fuck, I need to get one more approach in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the end of one of the pool games, I tell my friend, I'll be right back. I'm going to go to the bar to get a beer (there goes that healthy lifestyle!). Grab a beer. There's a 2 set that just walks in and sits at the bar. They're not my type, but fuck, I need to get my last approach in. I walk over to them and say, "Cheers!" Clink glasses and then walk away. Haha. That was my 2nd approach. Kind of a cop out, but it was already almost midnight and I needed to get my 2nd approach in so I don't have to pay ch0n60 on the first day of my challenge. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was kind of a cop out, I think the line of thinking to open anything is beneficial to me. Even though I didn't really want to talk to those girls, putting myself in a social frame of mind to open anyone and everyone will help further down the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not actually opening in over 2 months, I think this went as well as could be expected for a Monday night where I didn't get out of work and the gym till 8PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for the next installment. Hopefully, it will be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money owed ch0n60: $0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-1158312859422451398?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/1158312859422451398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=1158312859422451398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1158312859422451398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/1158312859422451398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/challenge-fr-day-1.html' title='Challenge: Day 1 FR'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6687078804492507245</id><published>2007-07-16T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:00:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So I Begin Anew:  30-Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>Even though I had a very eventful weekend and got a couple number closes (along with winning an $800 gift certificate to a spa), I still need something to push my ass to get out more.  I had been in a huge rut, not really having the motivation to go out and open and meet women.  I was content with going out and just chilling with my friends.  Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with that, but while I'm out, I might as well be social and interact with women.  As a result, I have decided to take on my own challenge.  The rules are outlined below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This challenge will begin on July 16, 2007 and last for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I will be required to open 2 sets, using whatever opener I choose (indirect, direct, situational), or be prepared to PAY the consequences.  When I say PAY, I really do mean PAY.  Should I fail to open 2 sets in any day, I will be required to pay $50 to ch0n60.  Since I will be doing most of this on my own, I need to have that extra kick in the ass to get me to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are exceptions to the 2 sets per day rule where I will not have to pay ch0n60 should I fail to make my approaches:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I close on the first approach.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I get sick (1 approach still required).&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have to work past 8PM (1 approach still required)/Midnight (0 approaches required).&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have a day 2 on that day (1 approach still required).&lt;br /&gt;5.  I go back to OC (1 approach still required).&lt;br /&gt;6.  An emergency comes up (O approaches required).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I do not have to pay ch0n60 if the above occur, I should still make an attempt to approach during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the rules.  Let the games begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6687078804492507245?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6687078804492507245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6687078804492507245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6687078804492507245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6687078804492507245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-so-i-begin-anew-30-day-challenge.html' title='And So I Begin Anew:  30-Day Challenge'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-5192360709019157498</id><published>2007-06-11T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:50:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I've been on hiatus for a month or so now.  I got sick, wasn't motivated to go out, and was just burnt out overall.  Plus, just like with working out, when you've been going at it for such a long time, you need a break.  Time for the muscles to recover and to really push you on to the next level.  That's what I was doing or at least, what I told myself I was doing.  Excuser!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having trouble getting myself motivated to go out during the week, but I've been getting that motivation back.  It's time to take my next step forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-5192360709019157498?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5192360709019157498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=5192360709019157498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5192360709019157498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5192360709019157498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-7587265924272497294</id><published>2007-04-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:25:55.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Topics?</title><content type='html'>ch0n60 made the following post in the Santa Monica Lair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ok. Death Topics. Many of you have heard, or maybe truly believe that these things are taboo when in a conversation with a woman. I used to think that way too, but in reality, these are not bad things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't know, a death topic is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How long have you lived here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These topics by themselves aren't what's boring. It's how you ask them, and also, how you respond to them that is the boring part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do people think they are bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most believe these are bad, because you are not engaging the woman in any interesting sort of conversation. You are talking about boring things, and the woman will not develop any attraction to this type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple question. Simple response. The conversation may go like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;hb: the valley&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: cool. what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;hb: I'm a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: i bet thats fun.&lt;br /&gt;(awkward silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, by asking these type of questions, you are putting yourself into the same category as all the 100s of other men who hit on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I use these Death Topics to my advantage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to death topics is to reword them to your advantage. Demand a response that is more than one word. Demand a well thought out answer so that she is committed to engaging you in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of these topics is that not only do people like talking about themselves; they already know the answers to your questions! There is no pressure on them to be witty or funny or calculate an equation. They just have to talk about their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is your responsibility to ask this question, so her answer gives you more information about her other than just "the valley".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60:  Hi. I'm ch0n60&lt;br /&gt;hb: Hi ch0n60, i'm hb&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: Glad to meet you hb, you seem very friendly.  What kind of exciting thing do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;hb: Oh, I'm a nurse, but it's not that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: Bah. I have nurse friends, and they have all kinds of stories. What is the most interesting, maybe crazy?, thing that's happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;(pause.. let there be some awkward silence)&lt;br /&gt;hb: um... well, one time, .. yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: holy crap.  that IS crazy. The craziest thing that happened to me at work is ... blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;hb: haha. weird.&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: yeah, .... who are you here with?&lt;br /&gt;hb: oh, my coworkers, they are over there.&lt;br /&gt;ch0n60: awesome, I'm just hanging out with some friends, come on over, i'll introduce you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first question was a basic question, but after that, you can turn anything they say into an open ended question, but that's an entirely different thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that you can use these "death topics" to your advantage, you just have to extract useful information from the woman (or whoever you're talking to), in order to ask the next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I totally agree with Ch0n60 in this regard especially when it comes to using direct game, but in reality, the principles that Ch0n60's post talk about can be applied in any conversation or any type of game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually use ALL of these questions in my sarges. Why? It helps tell a girl about who I am and won't put a girl even more on the defensive or creep them out by talking about some random topic. However, I never respond to their answers or give my own responses in a standard, straight-forward, logical way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to any interaction is to make the conversations interesting no matter what subject matter you end up talking about. At the same time, you want what you say/all of your stories to always tell the girl something about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to show the girl that you are real, normal, and not some crazy weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routines are great for keeping conversations interesting because they are easy conversation pieces and can lead to multiple other tangents to talk about. That is why routine-based game is so successful. The key is to understand the underlying principles behind routine-based game, which is to keep conversations fun and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give an example of what I'm talking about (I actually have stories for all 3 of those questions, but I will use one of mine to illustrate what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What NOT to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;D:  Orange County.  You?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Cool.  Somewhere else...(thinking: wow, lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What TO do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB: Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;D: Well, I'm originally from Orange County. OC. Not THE OC. I hate it when people call it that. You don't call LA, THE LA. That's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;HB: *usually laughs*&lt;br /&gt;D: But yeah, I actually grew up in a white, upper middle class neighborhood and lead a pretty sheltered life. You know how California and LA are generally considered to be pretty liberal?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;D: Well, OC is completely the opposite, no matter what the show might tell you. It's completely conservative. Everyone, well, at least in my part of OC, is very religious, very proper, very conservative. When I finally went to UCLA, it was a complete eye-opener. It was a life-changing experience. I was partying every night. It was a blast! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;HB:  *usually laughs*&lt;br /&gt;D: *Laugh* I've actually really come around to enjoy living in LA. Other than the traffic... I just feel like I fit in better here...blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can keep going on. It would really depend on the girl and how she interjects into the conversation. This story also helps for when I tell the girl more about myself. For example, when I tell her what type of music I like, she can understand why - I grew up in a white, upper middle class neighborhood. At the end of my story or even in the middle, if the girl's a good conversationalist, she should interject and tell me about herself, where she comes from, her experiences, etc. If she's not, I can just ask her, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you've probably heard many times, it's better to have conversations where you don't ask questions and are making statements. That's essentially what I am doing here. It's a lot more interesting and provides a basis to build a conversation upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this illustrates that death topics really are not "death" at all, but rather, they are something you should get accustomed to talking about as they can be a great tool to use.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-7587265924272497294?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7587265924272497294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=7587265924272497294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7587265924272497294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7587265924272497294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/04/death-topics.html' title='Death Topics?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-9147650296490217328</id><published>2007-04-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:24:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Come Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="261" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 82, 163);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (11:46:36 AM):&lt;/span&gt; did you engage in makeout tactics strategy 1   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (11:46:54 AM):&lt;/span&gt; no, no makeout &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (11:46:59 AM):&lt;/span&gt; makeout tactics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (11:47:14 AM):&lt;/span&gt; makeout tactics lead to come come paradise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (11:47:24 AM):&lt;/span&gt; LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (11:47:25 AM):&lt;/span&gt; omg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (11:47:29 AM):&lt;/span&gt; i can't believe you said that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (11:47:29 AM)&lt;/span&gt;: LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (11:47:57 AM):&lt;/span&gt; HAHA&lt;div id="272" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="en"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-9147650296490217328?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/9147650296490217328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=9147650296490217328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/9147650296490217328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/9147650296490217328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/04/come-come-paradise.html' title='Come Come Paradise'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-3764094192559666960</id><published>2007-04-13T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:32:23.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Energy vs Just Being Loud</title><content type='html'>So there was a recent discussion on the Santa Monica Lair about the difference between running "high energy" game and running "just plain loud" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is my post in the lair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;"High energy" is completely different from "just plain loud" game. They are mutually exclusive but can be used together with success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of being "high energy," I think of projecting an image that shows you are 1) not tired even after a long day/week of work, 2) you are excited and happy to be out, and 3) your "energy" level is higher than the majority of people you are around. Don't take this too far -- don't be like the Energizer Bunny on steroids and caffeine. That in turn will scare girls off. As with anything in pick-up, this has to be calibrated properly to work. You want to set your "energy level" only slightly over that of the people you are talking too. That is when it is most effective. Doing "high energy" game properly will show that you're a fun person to be around and that you are the life of the party. It will also help to bring up the energy level and overall state of the people around you. Girls like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Back in the day when I was first starting out, we were in Vegas and I opened a 3 set of girls. I had calibrated high energy and the girls were really upbeat and having a good time. I was about to eject to go find my friend, but they said I should have my friend join the 4 of us, so I go get him and introduce him. It had been a long night and he was pretty tired, so he had low energy. Whenever he talked to the girls, the girls also got tired. One or two even yawned. However, whenever I would start talking with high energy, the girls would perk up and start to show signs of excitement. Alas, the set died and we left, but it was obvious the effect having "high energy" could have in set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loud environment" game is different in that you're trying to make yourself be heard over the loud music and other background noise that may be going on. It relies more on the ability to project your voice. By being able to make yourself heard, you exhibit Dominance, which is an attraction switch for girls. Now, in my experience, this works best at the beginning of the sarge and is not necessary in the later stages. By actually lowering your voice, you force the girl to lean into you as well as give you the opportunity to kino and pull her in closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-3764094192559666960?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3764094192559666960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=3764094192559666960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/3764094192559666960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/3764094192559666960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/04/high-energy-vs-just-being-loud.html' title='High Energy vs Just Being Loud'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-418275697113939229</id><published>2007-04-12T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:57:35.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Direct Continues to Grow on Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;So, I went to Wednesday tacos at Don Antonios with ch0n60, IC, and a few others. Tons of hot chicks there, but didn't open anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch0n60, a friend, and I decide to go to Busby's afterwards. The place is actually pretty decent for a Wednesday night. We grab some drinks, shoot some pool. Just chilling. Ch0n60 and I notice that there are an exceptionally abnormal number of cute girls out for a Wednesday. I wasn't planning on doing any sarging, but I figured, what the hell, I might as well do some since I got kicked off the pool table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first open this set that's watching the Dallas and Vancouver hockey game. HB LA Kings is totally into the game while her friend isn't as much. She's more of a sports fan and enjoys the playoff implications. Our other friend interrupts me and I kinda lose the set. I leave for a bit to go watch Ch0n60 and our friend play pool for a bit then go back to the 2 set. Re-open them and chat for a bit more, then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night we see this Asian guy and this really cute blonde, HB BayArea #2 on what seems like a date. However, there is so much space between them, you could fit three people in between them. HB BayArea #2 looks really bored. I'm debating whether or not to go in. Should I blow out my Asian brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ends up leaving to go to the bathroom and Ch0n60 tells me to go in. I decide not to since I didn't want to be *that* guy that goes in whenever the guy leaves. I blow my chance. He comes back and I'm fucking pissed at myself for missing my opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chill, play more pool. Some other Asian guy comes up to them and it seems like it's the other Asian dude's friend. They end up going to the patio to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch0n60 says that we should go out to the patio and try to open them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go out there. I have a smoke with our friend, but I don't want to blow out my Asian brothers and they look like the type that would get pissed off if I approached them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish our smokes and I finish my beer. We all go back in to get another drink. Then I see her come back in to use the restroom. Ch0n60 tells me that this is my chance. I agree. Even though I run the risk of being *that* guy that waited for her to be alone, I know that if I don't do it, I will fucking hate myself forever, so I wait. I wait for her to come out, but not make it obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes out and I walk toward her. She sees me walking toward her and she smiles. I smile back. I'm calm, cool, confident, and collected. I open direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Excuse me, I know this is random, but I didn't want to interrupt your date. But I just had to come up to you and say that I think you're cute. My name is D."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB BayArea #2:  *smiles* "Hi, my name is HB BayArea #2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluff talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "hey, I'm going to the bar, you should come with me, if you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Yeah, sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce her to Ch0n60 and our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the bar and talk some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Yeah, my friend actually pointed you out and said, 'he's cute, isn't he?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "So how did you respond?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "I just kinda shrugged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "WHAT?!  *laughs*  You're such a brat!  I can't believe you didn't respond.  OMG, I can't talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fluff talk more and she gets a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps looking out toward the patio while I'm talking, telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "OMG! You're such a brat! You keep looking out toward your friends! I can't believe you! I bet you didn't hear anything I said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "No no.   I did." *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Do you need to go back to your friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "No.  I'm ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More fluff talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Well, I think I should get back to my friends.  Do you have a cell phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Yeah, what's your number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Gives number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "So what are you doing tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Well, I know that.  Afterwards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Oh, I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Well, I'm going to the Standard in downtown.  You should come hang out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Sure.  You better call me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "OK, I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text her after I got home and she texted me back at 3AM with a really cool message.  Seems like a sweet girl.  I'll call her today. I think it's pretty solid. All this happened in about 5-10 minutes from open to close. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.puasoft.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="Very Happy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-418275697113939229?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/418275697113939229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=418275697113939229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/418275697113939229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/418275697113939229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/04/fr-direct-continues-to-grow-on-me.html' title='FR: Direct Continues to Grow on Me'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4326607154540130718</id><published>2007-04-09T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:42:47.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  Starting to Like Direct</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;After having a late night on Friday, waking up early Saturday morning, driving to OC, and then driving back up to the Westside from OC late Saturday, I met up with Ulysses, Iconoclast, and jeromevincent at a wine bar in Santa Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2 set walks in and I'm immediately attracted to the shorter brunette and Ulysses likes the tall brunette. We're not really doing anything but chatting between all the guys. We're all pretty exhausted from our individual adventures the night before. Being completely exhausted myself I wasn't really on top of my game, but I wanted to make up for a pretty uneventful (for me, not for everyone else) Friday night (on Friday, I opened one set and ended up winging the rest of the night because the girls didn't appeal to me and not to mention, it was Good Friday/Easter weekend and everything was dead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of being tired, my mind wasn't functioning and I couldn't come up with a good situational opener. The 2 set was seated at a small table up against the wall with no open seats around it and there was a group of 3 guys blocking the path to the 2 set as the 3 guys were talking to another set of 2 girls at the table next to the 2 set I had targeted. This wasn't going to be an easy set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to break out a direct opener since I was too tired/lazy to think of anything else. I tell Ulysses I'm going to go direct on the shorter one and that he should come in and help me wing since he likes the taller one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the bar, grab another beer, see an opening to the girls, and walk over...calmly...slowly...confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at their table and they stop chatting and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt, but (looking at HB Tall) do you mind if I say something to your friend really fast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Tall: "Sure, go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "I saw you over here and I just had to come over and say that I think you're cute.  My name's D."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introductions all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of fluff talk. Start talking about wine. At this point, I'm trying to eyeball Ulysses to come over and wing since I have NO experience with wine and it's something that he really enjoys, but unfortunately, I don't think he picks up on my signal. I even say, "yeah, my friend would know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this is not going anywhere. There were many points in the conversation that looking back at it a couple days later, I could have made the conversation a lot more interesting, but alas, my brain wasn't functioning at 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, convo dies after about 5? 10? minutes and I eject with, "nice meeting you guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking back, Ulysses is walking over to wing. I intercept him and he asks me what happened. I tell him things just kind of died, my target didn't seem all that interested. Her friend was more open. Tell her about our wine conversation and how I had no idea what to do. Ulysses tells me we should go back over there and for me to introduce him. Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk back over, I reopen them and tell them that this is the friend I was talking about. Introduce them to Ulysses. He does a ton of DHV talking about wine and wine bars. It's awesome. They're totally into it. The convo goes on for a while. I try to do some kino to my original target, but she's across the table, so I only do a few shoulder and arm touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine convo dies down. Ulysses then says something along the lines of, "you guys are attractive. what type of lines do you guys hear a lot from guys when you go out?" HB Tall then interjects and says, "actually, after D left, we were just talking about that. he came over cool, calm, collected and was non-threatening. it was really good. we liked that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my night. It was good to get that feedback and know that my direct approach went well. If only I had known about wine...or maybe had not been so tired...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, further along in the convo, HB Short mentions she has a bf, but HB Tall does not. Oh well for me, but good for Ulysses. It was almost as if HB Short was offering up HB Tall to Ulysses. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ulysses closed them while I went to the bathroom, so all in all, it was a good night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4326607154540130718?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4326607154540130718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4326607154540130718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4326607154540130718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4326607154540130718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/04/fr-starting-to-like-direct.html' title='FR:  Starting to Like Direct'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-5927627179876983700</id><published>2007-04-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:15:15.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-FR:  Getting Back to It</title><content type='html'>So after the debacle that was HB BayArea, I decided this weekend would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't work out so well on Friday as I had stayed up late Thursday night meeting HB TxModel, a friend of mine's new roommate, and then going to happy hour with coworkers after work on Friday.  Ended up taking a "nap" at 8PM and waking up at midnight.  It was too late to go out, so I just chilled and did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Saturday at Cabo watching the NCAA Final Four.  Ohio St. won and UCLA got beat down pretty good.  Spent the whole time chatting with one of my old UCLA friends checking out all the hot girls in the bar.  It got me in a pretty good state for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First went to Finn McCool's with Ch0n60, Ulysses, Iconoclast, and Gucci, but not much was going on there.  A couple of my friends call me up to go to Busby's so I decided to head out there and help them get in.  It was a great decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and I'm instantly social proofed since I know the bouncer and he lets me in for free upping my state even further.  The whole night I flirted and talked to almost all of the girls I found attractive there.  I was having a blast.  There was only 1 girl that I can think of that I didn't talk to, but no loss.  Anyway, there were a few girls worth noting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Opened this cute brunette HB Fashion with "hey, I just had to say that I really like your style" as we're walking through the bar.  She goes on to tell me "thanks.  I just spilled my drink ALL over my top."  We laugh and chat for a bit.  She asks me if I'm in fashion and I saw no, but I just liked that she's able to stand out from all of the other girls in there.  She goes to the dance floor to dance with her friends and I tell her it was nice meeting her.  I go find my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to other girls and moving to another part of the bar, I see HB Fashion walking up with her friends.  I wave and say hi, she responds well and says hi.  I go and give her a hug and she laughs and gives me a hug back.  She holds my hand, is laughing, and says, "we just met and we're already hugging!"  I just smile, laugh, and say, "yeah, that's just how I am."  Her friends are dragging her to the other side of the bar, so I don't really get to talk to her much or after that.   Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  This tall, like 5'9" brunette is standing next to my group and makes the off-handed comment about how "this song is terrible."  so i start talking to her.  don't really remember what, but i am kinoing her by putting my hand on her lower back while i talk to her and draw her in closer so that i can talk to her.  her bf is giving me the "evil eye" as i talk to her.  I wasn't in any mood to disarm him, so I just talked to her for a bit more then let her go back to her bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  So this really cute waitress, blonde, 5'3"-4", comes up to us and asks us if we're ok and i respond that yeah, we're good, just having a good time.  She smiles and starts dancing with my group of friends.  We talk about something.  She's about to leave and I say, "wait hold on" then put my hand out.  She grabs it, I spin her then I tell her she can go now.  She walks away, stops, turns, looks at me and then blows me a kiss.  I wink back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.  Man, I had a blast.  Now, I just need to turn those social interactions into more solid interactions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-5927627179876983700?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5927627179876983700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=5927627179876983700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5927627179876983700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5927627179876983700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/04/mini-fr-getting-back-to-it.html' title='Mini-FR:  Getting Back to It'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-360313593045121727</id><published>2007-03-28T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:14:52.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final (?) Update on HB BayArea</title><content type='html'>So last night was the last straw for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texts me at around 10 or so asking what I'm doing and that she's bored.  She wants to meet up, so I'm figuring cool, even though I'm dead tired, I can do a late night hook-up (porn music playing in my head).  I go and pick her up and we go and get some drinks.  I kino, things seem to be going OK.  She tells me that she thinks she bruised her ear.  I put my arm around her and kiss her ear.  She puts her head on my shoulder.  I kiss her head.  She seems receptive.  I then decide to try to kiss her on the lips.  She turns and I end up kissing her cheek.  I'm thinking, WTF man?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freeze her out.  Take my arm off her, grab my drink and chill there not really saying anything.  She re-initiates the conversation.  Talk for a while, but then the place is closing so we get up and I take her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to her place and she opens the door first, then gives me a hug, then kisses me on the cheek, and leaves.  I'm like WTF?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not happy.  I take off.  I'm driving home and I think back to what Ulysses and Holiday have told me and I'm like fuck it, it's time.  I'm almost back to my apartment and I turn my ass around.  I go back to her place.  Park and ask her to come down.  I walk up to her telling her I was almost back home and I had to come back.  Walk straight up to her and give her a kiss on the lips.  She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tell her, "I don't think we can be friends anymore.  I think we've crossed that line and I want more than that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to have to act timid around you trying to toe the line of friendship and something more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like being your late night text and meet up buddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks kinda shocked and tells me that she'll "mull it over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, "alright, I'll talk to you later."  Bounce out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt good, I felt liberated.  I felt like I did what I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I got home, I felt sad.  I felt remorse.  I was like, what the fuck did I just do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed and woke up.  I felt good again, but now, I feel a little sad and unsure of myself.  Fucking AFC stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; But I feel it was the right thing to do. I don't want to hang in limbo and be dicked around. I don't have time for that shit. I should have elaborated more to her, such as, I can't be staying up late just to "hang out." It fucks with my work and with my social schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as, Ch0n60 put it, that I was no longer the chooser and I just didn't want to be in that frame.  I probably lost my frame somewhere along the lines, but oh well, it's all a learning experience and I'll use this and learn from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun while it lasted and it was a good experience, but it's time to make some new ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-360313593045121727?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/360313593045121727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=360313593045121727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/360313593045121727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/360313593045121727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/03/final-update-on-hb-bayarea.html' title='Final (?) Update on HB BayArea'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-8503597658043738832</id><published>2007-03-26T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:15:37.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ability to Plow</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't had any "real" updates to HB BayArea nor have I really had any FRs that are noteworthy, I decided to write about the all important ability to plow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, we, as guys and rAFCs, tend to eject out of a set when the opener doesn't hook.  I know that I was guilty of this many a times when I first started sarging.  I would open the set, the opener would only get a mild response, and then I would eject.  I kept hearing about guys just plowing and getting girls to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think this could possibly work.  Just keep talking to girls after they don't seem interested in talking to me?  How was this logical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it actually is.  Girls are not sure what your agenda is and what type of guy you may be when you approach them.  In order to show girls that you're just a normal guy, you have to be able to talk about yourself, tell them stories about yourself, and basically, just show that you're a normal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just ask them questions.  These interactions should not be interrogations.  They should start out 80/20 with you providing 80% of the conversation and your target providing 20%.  It should then move toward 50/50 and then maybe even to 40/60.  This is how all of your conversations should evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was winging for a friend and he opened this set of 3 girls.  His opener didn't stick well and he asked me to come help him.  I was introduced and could tell the girls were not very receptive.  I began to plow, just talking about how I felt being at the club, the situation.  I talked more about myself and my background.  Slowly, you could see the girls' shields being lowered and them becoming more open to having a conversation with us.  Unfortunately, my friend didn't really have anything to say and he ejected for both of us by saying, "well, it was nice to meet you guys" and then dragging me out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the point of that short story is that even when a set seems cold and unreceptive, the set is not dead.  All it requires is some balls and some interesting stories to tell to open them up.  If you are not afraid of the social awkwardness that follows a failed opener, then plowing is definitely something I think all aspiring PUAs need to learn and master.  It will increase your success rate and lead you to having more longer and interesting conversations with women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-8503597658043738832?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8503597658043738832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=8503597658043738832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8503597658043738832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8503597658043738832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/03/ability-to-plow.html' title='The Ability to Plow'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-8084535206436205708</id><published>2007-03-20T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:58:50.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Field Tested Kiss Close</title><content type='html'>Once I feel that I have enough attraction from a girl and that I can go for the kiss close, the tech is actually really simple.  Grab the HB and hug her.  Kiss her on the cheek without letting go, then move your head towards her lips and...makeout!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this only works if you have upped the kino, the buying temperature, etc.  It would also help if you kissed her on the cheek beforehand.  By kissing her beforehand, it helps to put the idea of her getting a kiss from you in her head and lowers the chances of her freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-8084535206436205708?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/8084535206436205708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=8084535206436205708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8084535206436205708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/8084535206436205708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-field-tested-kiss-close.html' title='My Field Tested Kiss Close'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-7186508634201276341</id><published>2007-03-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:15:43.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Restarting Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A little backstory on the girl I took out on Friday, let's call her HB BayArea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met this girl during the summer after my sophmore year at UCLA. She was originally from the Bay Area and came down to visit one of my good friends. He didn't know what to do to entertain her, where to take her, etc., so he calls me up and asks me to help him out. Being the good friend, I agree to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit it off pretty well at the time, but there was a slight problem. I had a gf at the time and I wasn't about to cheat on my gf with her (although she was WAY hotter than my gf. haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she leaves to go back home and we stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward half a year and I break up with my gf (not because of HB BayArea), but for other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I broke up with my ex, HB BayArea and I started talking more and we would visit each other pretty much every other week, whether she flew/drove down or I flew/drove up. It helped that my best friend from high school was going to Cal and I could crash at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, during all that time and having a gf for so long, I had become totally AFC and never made a move on her. Things kind of fizzled, we got into arguments over stuff and we sort of lost contact. We still chatted every once in a while, but things were never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 5 years or so and she decides she's going to move down to LA. I meet her and another friend up for dinner one night and we leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texts me one night asking me what I was going to do and would I "be weirded out if [she] pops up? Lik stalking [me] and stuff" That was the essence of her text. So I play it off and start on a role-play where she's stalking me and this thread of her stalking me continues up until Friday night (this started in February - I know this because I have a bad habit of never deleting my text msgs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This role-play was very helpful in the fact that I turned the tables on her. Basically, the undertone is that she's the crazy one that's chasing after me. it's not longer me that's going after her. Even though it's in a joking manner, it still sets that idea in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last month, I had been busting her on how bad of a stalker she is. I had never even seen her "lurking in any dark corners." I gave her an ultimatum to shape up as a stalker or she could no longer stalk me. This coincided with the fact that the guy she is/was talking to at the time gave her an ultimatum that she needed to change or he didn't want to hang around her anymore, which got her pretty upset. By jokingly tell her to shape up as a stalker, I was turning her negative feelings into positive ones and having her associate that change to positive feelings to me. It got her off her negative thread and also got her off the thread about the guy she was talking to. The conversations focused on us rather than about her and that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fast forward to this past Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was supposed to meet up with jeromevincent, ch0n60, and Ulysses at Cha Cha Lounge (I learned on Saturday that setarcos and 4Five6 were also there - sorry to miss out guys) on Friday night, but I got a late start to the night and decided against going to Silverlake to Cha Cha Lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I decided to hang out with HB BayArea, a girl I used to date pre-community. I was totally AFC back then and things were completely different. I never even got the nerve to kiss her back then. However, tonight, I decided to change all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By change, I was determined to at least try to kiss her. If I got rejected, so what? I didn't care. This girl hadn't really been in my life in years, so if I fucked up, I wouldn't really be losing anything. Plus, a good undertone had been set in the previous conversations. If now wasn't the time, it would never happen. Coupled with the progress that I have made over the last couple of weeks, I figured it was time to put all of that to the test and to take the next step in my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick her up from her place (not really good logistics, but I would make i work to my advantage later on) in Santa Monica around 11 and headed off to Main Street. We were going to spend the night bar hopping and started at the Library. However, they didn't have anymore Chimay on tap, so I decided that we should go somewhere else (leader).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to World Cafe and she bought the first round (Compliance from her). I was a little cold (as in, not really in state) and the conversation was kind of forced, but that would soon change. She was telling me about her move down here and how she was late to class one day because she missed her flight because she was carrying a "50 lb. bag." I busted on her for not just shipping the stuff down. Then I talked about my flight to Vegas that I almost missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our interactions before, as in 5 years ago, she would just keep telling me stories and I would have a little input here and there. However, tonight, I had my own stories to tell and would bust her on her stories. My vibing skills have greatly improved and tonight was a reflection of that. We got some mojitos and sat down and chatted some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the guy she is/was talking to. Enter the boyfriend destroyer. I basically started telling her that I could tell he was a nice guy and that he's sounds perfect for her. If you attack the boyfriend, she will defend him. If you play him up, she will bring him down. However, you don't want to play him up too much or she will think you're full of it. I played it just right and she started to go off on him. He's not physically attractive, he has boobs, he's a square, etc. I reaffirm that, now I can see why you like him. She laughs. I cut the thread and we start talking about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we get on a thread about being bi. She said that she's totally straight now. Now? I ask her about that. She says yeah, I used to date this girl, but I'm rough in bed and I feel like I'm going to break the girl. (she proceeds to grab my arm and squeeze it really hard - good thing I work out. haha) I don't show my excitement. I just say, "cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start talking about this guy that she knows who loves popcorn chicken and she says that he said it's like having an "orgasm in his mouth." As you can tell, our conversations were very sexual. Good stuff. I vibe off that, make jokes, banter. Somehow tangent to talk about my best friend that went to Cal and still lives up in the Bay Area. She tangents to talk about some guy who has a boat up there in the Bay Area. Talks about how he was a player even though he has boos. I respond with, "shit, so THAT's why I don't get a ton of chicks. I don't have man-boobs! FUCK!" She laughs. I'm obviously disqualifying myself, but at the same time, she knows I'm in shape and I work out, so I actually have more value than those guys she knows (Value).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought down the guy she is/was talking to and I'm filling the void she has created, not by talking shit about him or playing up my attributes but disqualifying myself about attributes that aren't relevant or attributes that I have that I know are attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this whole time, I had been kinoing the fuck out of her (her shoulder, her elbow, knees touching, and later grabbing and tickling her). This was also something that was lacking 5 years ago. Essentially, I was a totally different person than how how she probably remembers. I was confident, cocky funny, kinoing the fuck out of her, and our conversations were really interesting. I was confident and I didn't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to switch it up and go to Finn McCools. She put her arm in mine and we walked there arm in arm. We get there and get a couple car bombs. She's holding my hand. I would let it go from time to time and she would come back and try to hold my hand. Things were going just like I thought they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our car bombs, we decide to go to Circle Bar to do some dancing. We get in and start dancing, but we have jackets on and she wants to drop them off at the car so we can dance more freely. We walk back to the car holding hands and drop off our jackets. I kiss her on her cheek on the walk back (Attainability). She seems to respond to it well since she giggles like a little schoolgirl after I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has cigarettes and asks me to hold them. This girl has a total princess attitude and thinks the guy should do everything for her. However, this night, I made her buy me drinks and I didn't give in to holding her cigarettes. She kept trying to get me to hold them but I just kept holding her hand away from me all the way from the car (which was by Finn McCools) back to Circle Bar. I kept my frame as the more dominant one and she ended up being the one to finally give in and having to hold them (and then losing them at Circle Bar). If I gave in, it would have been like old times and all that was built up over the night would have been lost. During the walk back and her trying to give me the cigarettes, I was kinoing the whole time. Holding her around her waist and holding her arm out away from us so that her cigarettes were never close to me. Then I would hold her, grab her, and tickle her if her arm got too close to my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we get back to circle bar, I keep pumping the buying temperature by leading her, kinoing her, dancing with her, being more aggressive, and being more dominant. She's totally into it. As we're leaving, she stops to talk to some black dudes (she has a habit of talking to random people). She's chatting with them and so I leave to go talk to other people. I'm not going to sit around and wait for her ass. I guess I could have played this better by integrating myself into their group, but I wasn't really thinking straight. She eventually leaves Circle Bar and comes out and finds me where I'm talking to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then goes and finds another black dude to talk to. They're chatting it up and the dude totally wants to get her number. He asks if we're dating and I say no, so he tries to run game on her. I'm like OMG, and so again, I leave her to find other people to talk to. After she's done, she goes to my car and calls for me, wondering where I am. I love it. I walk back to my car after I'm done and she's like, where have you been? I'm like, well, you decided to make friends, so I went and made some other friends. She doesn't seem too happy about this, so we end up driving back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I get pulled over by a cop because one of my front lights is out. I start freaking out because I think I'm going to get a DUI. I know I'm over the limit and if they test me, I'll get a DUI. The cop asks for my driver's license and registration and tells me that he pulled me over because my front light is out. I tell him that I know and that I already have replacement bulbs which I promptly show to him. He says OK, let me run your license and registration. If it checks out, I'll let you on your way. Of course it checks out and he lets me on my way, but I'm still pretty amped up because of what could have happened. I decided to use this to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell HB BayArea that I need a drink after getting pulled over and asks if she has any alcohol at her place. She says yeah, come on in for a drink. So we go into her place after I find a place to park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a shot and then chill for a bit. She microwaves popcorn and starts feeding me popcorn (Compliance). It's cute. We chat for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide it's about for me to "leave." I knew all along that this would be where I would make my attempt. We give each other hugs. I kiss her on the cheek. While still holding her, I move my lips toward hers and she moves her lips toward mine and we start making out. We make out standing up and then I lead her over to the couch and push her over onto the couch (Dominance) and we make out some more. We keep making out. I start kissing her on her neck all the way down to her breasts. I lift up her shirt and start sucking on her nipples. This is the farthest I've ever gotten with this girl. We make out some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes out with me and then tells me she needs to go to bed so I tell her OK, and then let her go upstairs. She shuts off all the lights and I go upstairs to find her. We make out some more. Fall on her bed. Make out some more. She tells me that she'll call me tomorrow (she had previously told me during the night that she had to get up early and go to Riverside). I say, OK. I get up, fix myself up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl was a total challenge for me back in the day, but now, I see that the physical attraction was always there for her. I just needed to make the move and I did. holy shit, I made the move. I still can't believe I got as far with her as I did, but I guess it's all thanks to the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back 2 days later, I totally could have blown through her ASD/LMR. I just needed to work it better. I guess I'm still too much of a nice guy - wanting to let her get enough sleep. Oh well. I'm sure I'll get another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dating or getting into a LTR with this girl, I don't want that with her. She's just not the type of girl I'd want an exclusive LTR with anymore, but I could see her becoming a FB/mLTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positives:&lt;br /&gt;1) Perfect use of the VAC model in addition to DEVI.&lt;br /&gt;2) Perfect use of kino.&lt;br /&gt;3) Made a fucking move!   &lt;img src="http://www.puasoft.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="Very Happy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives:&lt;br /&gt;1) Didn't get laid because I didn't blast through ASD/LMR - still too nice.   &lt;img src="http://www.puasoft.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_evil.gif" alt="Evil or Very Mad" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-7186508634201276341?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7186508634201276341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=7186508634201276341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7186508634201276341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7186508634201276341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/03/fr-restarting-something.html' title='FR: Restarting Something'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-4749703426439457364</id><published>2007-03-04T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T03:01:51.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  Out of My Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Yes, I'm Asian. Yes, I used to promote for Asian clubs, but for the first time in a year and a half, I went to an Asian club. I got burnt out from the Asian scene from promoting and going to their parties twice every week and I needed to get out of it. However, for this time, I would make an exception and go. It was my good friend's birthday and it was what he wanted to do, so I headed out with him to help him celebrate his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going to Tatou in Downtown LA. It actually wasn't too bad. My friend had gotten us onto the guest list because he is in with the head promoter (who happens to be the brother of the head promoter who I used to promote for -- small world). We got in easily and for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night starts off pretty slow as we're trying to wait for a couple friends to arrive. We walk around some. There's some cute Asian chicks, but really, I'm not into them anymore (if you know my backstory, I used to date a really hot Asian chick and most other Asian chicks don't stand up to her, so I can't downgrade in that respect). I figure I'm just going to take it easy, chill with my friend and make sure he has a good time. Help him wing if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around, checking out the scene. Go upstairs and walk around. Then I see these 2 hot non-Asian chicks. HB Promoter, a 9.5, and HB Promoter Friend, an 8.5. They are both easily the hottest chicks in the place. Pretty faces and both have banging bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that they're with 2 Asian dudes. Do I AMOG my Asian brothers? How do I work myself into their set? Fuck. I'm at a loss. I know I could potentially blow them out, but one of the guys looks pretty intimidating. He might kick my ass. That's one thing I hate about the Asian scene. You can't tell who's a thug-wannabe and who's actually cool. If you try to AMOG some guy, he might end up stabbing you for blowing him out. I had to play this cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my friend about the chicks and he's like, good luck man. He goes and wanders off to do his own thing. I'm biding my time, trying to find the perfect scenario to integrate myself into their group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They end up walking to the dance floor to go dance. I'm like, fuck, I just need to talk to people, so I start to wander around. I see this 4 set, 2 of who are wearing what I assume to be birthday hats. I open them with, "Happy birthday! ...to whichever one of your birthdays it is." *smile* The girls laugh, and tell me, "It's neither of our birthdays. You should read the hats closer, they just say 'Party girls' on them." I look closer and respond, "so they do! Those hats are pretty awesome." I introduce myself and get their names. Chat with them for a bit and bounce. They're not really all that interesting nor are they really all that hot, but I just wanted to get myself into a better state and be able to conversate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk around some more and plant myself at a location on the second floor overlooking the dance floor. This girl, HB Tattoo comes up next to me and looks out to the dance floor. I open her with, "hey, I really like your tattoo. It rocks!" She replies with a "thanks." I continue to plow and push myself. I'm not satisfied with her one-word answer. "You know, I have a tattoo myself. It's on my back. After I got it, I really wanted to get another one. It's really addicting. It's like a drug. It's weird, they hurt when you get them, but you get into this state of euphoria after you get it done. Was it the same for you?" She responds with, "Totally! I want to get another tattoo myself." So I ask her, "what do you want to get?" She replies, "A phoenix all over my back." I reply, "that's awesome" even though I think that's unattractive. Girls with some tattoos are cool, but I don't want a girl with tattoos covering large parts of her body. I'm now in with her and she introduces me to her friend. We chat for a bit and then they get pulled aside by the dudes they're with. I don't really care about this set, so I don't try and talk to the dudes. The dudes leave and I talk to them a bit more before telling them, "it was nice to meet you guys" and bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in a pretty good state and am ready to tackle my real targets of the night. I wander around some trying to find them, but can't find them. I go back to my "spot" overlooking the dance floor and lo and behold, they're right next to where I was standing. HB Promoter is dancing with some random dude. I toast him, "cheers!" He toasts me back and i continue to look out at the crowd. I've just started my integration. I've shown that I'm not afraid to talk to people. HB Promoter and the random dude stop dancing and the random dude comes to look over the crowd next to me. I introduce myself to him and we start chatting it up. He's plastered and goes to find his friends. He actually wasn't part of their group. FUCK! There's actually about 4 Asian dudes with the HB Promoters now. This is going to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, another guy who's in the group with the HB Promoters comes up next to me to look over the crowd. I open him with, "hey, is that shirt from Express? I have that same EXACT shirt (credit jeromevincent)!" I actually do have that exact same shirt. Glad I didn't wear it. He goes on to tell me that it is and that he worked for Express for 6 months so he could stock up on clothes. We laugh and introduce ourselves. He then goes back to talk to his group of friends. Another guy from the group comes up on the other side of me and I introduce myself to him. This guy, Steve, is pretty cool. I'm glad I didn't go and AMOG him. We chat it up. he's actually a promoter himself. I ask him how he knows everyone in the group and he tells me that they're all promoters for the same company. Got it. None of the girls are with any of the guys. They're open for the taking -- for the gaming. HB Promoter comes up on the other side of me, so that Steve's on one side of me, and HB Promoter is on the other side. I introduce myself. By showing that I can conversate with Steve and that he's cool with me, I social proofed myself to her and she was willing to come up and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat it up, talking about promoting, talking about whatever. We end up dancing. I kino it up this time. I'm touching her around her waist, on her shoulders, her elbow, everywhere that wouldn't be construed as creepy. I had lost sight of kino over the past couple of weeks, but I'm doing it perfect this time. She's totally attracted. I call her a "brat" and "trouble." She loves me. She grabs me to dance with her. We dance real close. I'm getting my sexual vibe out there. Things are going really well. She spanks me then turns around and spanks herself, so I spank her. HARD. She's shocked. I guess most Asian guys don't do that. I'm not like most Asian guys. She laughs and pushes me away. Calling me bad. I'm like, what? Me? YOU spanked me first. YOU'RE such a BAD girl! This goes on for a bit. Finally she relents and accepts that she's bad. We chat some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN...her friend HB Promoter Friend comes and pulls her away. COCKBLOCK! FUCK! I forgot to disarm the obstacle. I was so proud of myself for integrating myself and getting rid of the MALE cockblocks, I forgot to get rid of the FEMALE cockblock. DAMMIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend, who's birthday it is, finds me and we start chatting for a bit. I introduce him to the group who I'm now a part of. He's no help and he wanders off shortly after. Steve then starts talking to HB Promoter Friend and HB Promoter comes back and sidles up next to me. We start dancing again. I find out that she's half Hispanic, half German. She is fucking SO hot. I ask her, "so what's the best way to contact you if I want to get on the guest list?" She responds, "Oh, you're soo smooth. You should know. You're a friend of Steve's. I shouldn't give you my number." At this point, I about freak out. FUCKKK!!! I got too chummy with Steve. Now, she thinks I've known Steve for a LONG time. How do I rectify this situation? &lt;img src="http://www.puasoft.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="Rolling Eyes" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up telling her that I just met Steve tonight. I don't know how to contact him. So she tells me, OK, I'll talk to you about it later then. I'm like, Fuck it. I'm done. My friend comes back and finds me at that moment. I tell them all it was nice to meet them and go walk around with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to talk to this girl but there's some dude following her around who's one of those satellite guys. He wants to bone her, but she only sees him as a friend. I tell him, alrite, let's go. I'll occupy him while you talk to the girl. We walk around and find them. He can't seem to get the courage to talk to her even though he's talked to her before and gotten her number. I'm like, dude, just go. He keeps looking at her. I tell him to stop glancing at her. If you keep doing that and not make a move she's going to think you're creepy. We're standing, literally, about 7 feet away from her. He says fuck it and we walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around some more and he wanders off again. I walk around the place and run into HB Promoter. We start dancing together again, but then...HB Promoter Friend comes over and pulls HB Promoter away. AGAIN!!! FUCKING COCKBLOCK!! OMG!! &lt;img src="http://www.puasoft.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_twisted.gif" alt="Twisted Evil" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just walk away. She's obviously attracted, but HB Promoter Friend is cockblocking and HB Promoter has some reservations about me because she thinks I'm Steve's friend. Man, I don't know what to do now. I'm pretty sure this set is over and done. Not much more I can do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go and find my friend. We try to find more girls, but all I see are ugly Asian girls. I have a problem with comparing. None of these girls would match up to HB Promoter. I wouldn't be satisfied talking to these girls. FUCK. Oh well. Somewhere along the lines, I had found out that HB Promoter has 2 kids. At this point, I'm trying to lessen the blow of not getting her number by telling myself that I don't want to mess with a chick who already has 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around by myself. Go to get some water. Run into HB Promoter again. Is this chick stalking me? haha. We dance some more, but I'm cautious. I don't want HB Promoter Friend coming over and taking HB Promoter away. I think she senses the distance and that something's changed. I end up telling her that I don't think HB Promoter Friend likes me very much. She laughs. We dance for a bit more then she goes back to her group. I leave and I'm ready to bounce out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my friend and we head out. I go up to HB Promoter, give her a hug and bounce. I don't ask for her number again. I'm over it. She wouldn't give it to me in front of HB Promoter Friend and 2 other Asian dudes (not including Steve) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll home and call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get Steve's contact info. I could roll out there and meet up with them, but I really just don't like that scene. I'd rather move on and find other chicks...what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positives:&lt;br /&gt;1)  Was social&lt;br /&gt;2)  Integrated myself into a mixed set&lt;br /&gt;3)  Got the 9.5 attracted to me&lt;br /&gt;4)  Got back to using kino&lt;br /&gt;5)  Got in some Compliance game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives:&lt;br /&gt;1)  Didn't close&lt;br /&gt;2)  Needed a wing&lt;br /&gt;3)  Didn't use any Attainability game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-4749703426439457364?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/4749703426439457364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=4749703426439457364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4749703426439457364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/4749703426439457364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/03/fr-out-of-my-element.html' title='FR:  Out of My Element'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6639264308439033383</id><published>2007-03-03T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T18:16:31.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-FR:  Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Not much to report in this field report.  Sunset was pretty dead, but there are some things worth writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened this 2 set that had been blowing out almost every guy that opened them (all the guys that opened them opened them from behind or after opening them, would hover over them -- such that they were standing in front of the girls while the girls were seated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up opening them situationally (they were sitting on the swing chairs at The Standard) by sitting down next to them (in another swing chair) and opening them with, "hey, these chairs are pretty cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They responded with, "yeah, they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started talking to them about the crowd, how it was pretty dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a sense for who they are, just asking general questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the hotter one (HB BowTie) a "brat," don't remember why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got both of them laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the convo die off, but the less hotter one (still pretty attractive), opened me back up, so we all still chatted some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Bow Tie was telling me about her brother, who spins techno and trance, so I was like, "that's awesome, I actually used to go to raves and love that kind of music." She said he was going to come here and I should meet him, so I told her I'd love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch0n60 came over to wing after he helped the Iconoclast but the set up of the chair swings and stuff didn't work out well and we ended up sitting too close together and being uncomfortable, so we decided to move on and left the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told HB Bow Tie to introduce me to her brother when he gets here and she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to our "spot" and chill and decide to bounce because the place is seriously dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to HB BowTie and her friend and ask her to take a picture of the 3 of us, Ch0n60, Iconoclast, and myself. They take the picture of us and then tell Iconoclast to take a picture of the girls and me. They didn't want to take a picture, LSE or something, I dunno'. Oh well, whatever. I get up and we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up talking to a fairly attractive 30 year old chick from London (i dunno' why, but if a chick is from England, I find her more attractive) and another chick while waiting in line for the unisex bathrooms. They were pretty cool, but nothing really happened out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandered to Saddle Ranch, which sucked even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Trocadero.  The place was pretty dead as well, but there was one thing of interest/hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch0n60 and I were standing, facing the same direction.  This REALLY drunk girl was wandering all over the place.  She ended up standing in front of me, trying to call someone on the phone.  Ch0n60 then asked me, "hey, do you want to get out of here?" but the drunk girl thought he was talking to her and she freaked out, looked at him like, "what the fuck, are you serious?!" and then walked off.  I couldn't stop laughing, it was fucking hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up bouncing and then going to eat at Mel's Diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many sets, but overall, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6639264308439033383?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6639264308439033383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6639264308439033383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6639264308439033383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6639264308439033383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/03/mini-fr-sunset.html' title='Mini-FR:  Sunset'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6693371381007825420</id><published>2007-02-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:45:18.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Evaluating My Game</title><content type='html'>Over the last couple weeks, I have made some noticeable steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become very comfortable being social and opening up all of the 7s to 9s and carrying on conversations with them for at least 10 minutes.  I am comfortable pushing the set.  If I'm not getting the type of interaction with the set that I'm in, I'll start to plow and keep plowing until the set opens up.  I'm getting great with the situational openers.  I can make up an opener pretty much on the spot that differs from the "Cheers!" or "what are you drinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, there has been something lost over the past couple of weeks that I am going to have to address.  Luckily for me, some of it, I have just forgotten about and can easily rectify, some others, I will have to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first being, I have gotten away from my ultra-kino.  I don't know what happened.  I used to be kino king, touching everyone within the first 5 seconds of meeting them, but it has gotten lost over the last couple of weeks.  I think by pushing my game in other aspects, I lost touch with this and went back into my "comfort zone."  Hopefully, this is just as the saying goes, "two steps forward, one step back" and my loss of kino is my "one step back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also lost sight of VAC.  Obviously, my V is strong.  I am social with everyone and inherently, I hold Value.  However, my Attainability game and Compliance game have not showed up at all in the last couple of weeks.  They have been replaced by too much C&amp;F and as a result, the sets will get interested by the C&amp;amp;F and I can hold them for about 10 minutes, but without any Attainability game, the girls probably have been starting to think I'm too high value for them, lose Attraction, and eject (or maybe I'm over-analyzing).  Furthermore, I haven't been making girls work for me.   I am doing some push-pull, but not Compliance game in the truest sense.  I will have to make a conscious effort to get these back into my game as soon as possible.  I think my game will take a dramatic turn so long as I keep the progress I have made and reincorporate what I have lost along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the one thing that is holding me back the greatest now is the social vs. seductive/sexual aspect of game.  Right now, girls see me as a social, fun guy, but maybe not as sexual/seductive as they would like.  They have a good time talking to me, but probably don't see me as a sex object.  Part of that can be rectified by getting back to using tons of kino.  Part of that is using SOIs.  Part of that is just having the balls to lay my balls on the line (see FR: What Almost Was). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inherently, I still think I am that "nice guy" no matter how much I try to deny it.  It's OK so long as I show I'm not ALWAYS the "nice guy."  As Juggler said, you need to have an evil, negative side to make you seem real.  You can't always be positive.  I think I've done that.  Now, I just need to amp up the BT and sexual tension and I think I'll start to see even better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally breaking out and being social with 7s to 9s and I think getting over that social hurdle was the biggest sticking point for me.  Now that I've gotten that out of the way, I think I can deal with the rest of the issues and continue to progress.  Hopefully, I can start to report even greater success in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6693371381007825420?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6693371381007825420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6693371381007825420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6693371381007825420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6693371381007825420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/02/re-evaluating-my-game.html' title='Re-Evaluating My Game'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-6723988344895798451</id><published>2007-02-25T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:13:23.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  Zanzibar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Well, after being sick for the last week, I finally went out. Met up with jeromevincent at Zanzibar. I ended up going there with my cousin who was in town from Phoenix and a couple other non-community friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeromevincent wanted to open these asian chicks standing by themselves, a 3 set. before that tho', we had just gotten there and i wanted to get a drink, so i went to the bar and opened this 2 set. they got champagne so i asked them what they were celebrating. they said they were celebrating their friends bday. i let it die off and let them go. i got my drink and jeromevincent opened the other girls. i come in to help him wing. chatting with th girls and then jeromevincent ejects. the girls were pretty boring anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a 8.5 blonde chick behind us with her UG fat friend. jeromevincent is telling me to open them, but i'm stalling. i'm trying to come up with a situational opener. then she gets out her blackberry and starts typing on it. i open her with, "do you always work on a Saturday night when you're at a club?" she laughs and responds "no." she says she is in contact with her manager because her manager is leaving the next day. we chat for a while. i try to involver her fat ugly friend. the conversation goes on for about 10 minutes while we are at the bar, trying to get drinks. they don't order my drink for me. so i call them on that. they laugh a little bit and then tell me it was nice to meet me and leave. oh well. i go back to jeromevincent. he's not really feeling it. we look around for other sets. it's kind of too loud to talk to other people so he decides to venue change. i can't since i came with my cousin and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go and find my friends and cousin. we chill and dance for a while. then i decide i want to go find some other girls. i go back to the bar and start talking to these 8s. HB brunette and HB hotel heirress. i talk to them for a bit. HB hotel heirress is actually 19. i introduce myself. HB brunette introduces herself and they assume in know who HB hotel heirress is. I have no idea who she is, so she finally tells me her name, and i'm still clueless. so we chat for a bit more and they go back to their other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go find my friends and chill with them. i dance with them for a bit then go to the stage where the DJs are. i chill there for a bit and HB brunette and HB hotel heirress are there. i talk to them some more and then HB brunette number closes me and i give her my number. they want to go get more drinks so they leave (i'm starting to think HB brunette and HB hotel heirress are lesbians 'cuz i keep seeing them holding each other and almost kiss each other). anyway, i like what i'm seeing. so i chill there and open another girl. dance with her for a bit. then leave to go find my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find my friends. dance some more. go to another part of the club. everyone's taking pictures. this other 2 set is trying to take pictures and asks me to take a picture of them. i take a picture of them and start talking to them. we just shoot the shit for about 10 minutes.  one's a 7, the other's an 8.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;i'm standing in front of them while talking and then go sit next to the blonde, the 8 so it's not as socially awkward.  talk to her, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; then the 7 wants to go to the bathroom.  the 8 seems like she wants to stay and chat, but the 7 drags her away. i say, "nice to meet you guys." and they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another chick comes up and sits next to me. i open her and we chat for a bit. she then tells me she's dating this guy who's standing at the bar. we chat for a bit more and then i bounce to try and find my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find my friends and spend the rest of the night hanging out with them. all in all, i thought it was a pretty good night. i was very social with 7s, 8s, and aboves the whole night. a pretty good step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i didn't get any real closes out of it, i think it was a pretty good step that i was able to open them all and talk to them. i was social. i just need to change that social aspect into being seductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to know what i could have done to keep the sets there. the first set with the HB 8.5 and fat UG, they just left after they got their drinks. what could i have said/done to keep them there with me? they obviously thought i was cool 'cuz when i would let the convo die down, they would bring something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB brunette closed me before she went off with HB hotel heirress to get more drinks.  what could i have done there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB 7 asian and HB 8 blonde had to go to the bathroom. HB 8 blonde wanted to stay, but her friend wanted to go. what could i have done to have HB 8 blonde stay and let her friend go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-6723988344895798451?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/6723988344895798451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=6723988344895798451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6723988344895798451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/6723988344895798451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/02/fr-zanzibar.html' title='FR:  Zanzibar'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-5664455188632704677</id><published>2007-02-11T03:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T03:07:44.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  So Disappointing and Frustrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;FUCKIN SHIT!!!!!!!!!   What ALMOST was.   I know ALMOST isn't good enough, but FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;(edited to take out most of the unnecessary swearing that i had originally included late last night when i was still slightly buzzed &lt;img src="http://www.puasoft.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif" alt="Laughing" border="0" /&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ALMOST was.   I know ALMOST isn't good enough, but FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my field report from tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dinner with a couple coworkers. We decided to go to Main Street in Santa Monica afterward. We ended up at the Library (i think?) first, not much going on there. It's a pretty small bar and they were already calling last call at like 11PM. So we just had a round of beers and left. We then went next door to Rick's Tavern. Not much going on there either. Opened a set, but the chicks weren't cute and it wasn't going anywhere. We have another round of beers and decide to go to Finn McCool's. Not much going on there and we decide to go to another bar. On the way there, we run into these 4 girls. One of which is a 9, but one of my coworkers is already talking to her, so my target becomes the leader of the group, a 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start talking and hit it off right away. we're talking about whatever, I don't remember. A lot of fluff talk, but I'm being C&amp;F and qualifying her at the same time. I'm making her work for my attention. I end up doing my qualifying and spin routine and she likes it. Her hand lingers in mine and we end up holding hands while we walk to my friend's car (intertwined fingers no less!) to go to Renee's Cafe. I keep talking to her, joking back and forth. She seems to be having a really good time. Every time she says something I don't like, I drop her hand and act like I'm pushing her away. She then comes crawling back and takes my hand in hers. FUCK! She's totally into me. I would totally fuck her/go for the kiss, but I can hear her friends talking. I know she has a bf or that she's at least dating someone. FUCK!!! But she's all over me. She's attracted. She's holding my hand. What the fuck do I do?! ARGH!!!!!!!! So we keep walking to my friend's car. I keep pumping the BT. I keeping escalating the kino. I get a kiss from her on my cheek. FUCK!!!!!! I want to make out with her, but I'm too much of a pussy since i know her situation. WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!?!?? Alas, I just can't do it. I'm not that much of an asshole yet. We finally get to my friend's car. All the while, we had been holding hands, fingers intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend drives my friends, her and her friends to Renee's cafe. We meet up with the guy she's "dating." Her friends don't like the guy she's "dating" and tell me to go talk to her. I try, but she's too much into the guy, so I eject and try to find other girls to talk to. It's pretty late by now and most of the girls have already left Renee's, so there are pretty much no targets left. Not to mention it's raining. I go to find my friends, and we decide it's time to eject. I try to email close her, but she tells me she's dating that guy, so I say fuck it and we leave. FUCK!!! IF ONLY I had K-closed her earlier, it might have been a different story, but it would have been difficult to kiss her in front of her friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were leading the group as we walked to the car, but there was no opportune time to take her away from the sight of her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(added on after some thinking and replies from the guys in the SM Lair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize that I should have just gone for it, laid my balls on the line.  If I fucked up, I fucked up.  No big deal.  I have to start taking these experiences as just that, experiences.  These girls aren't going to stay in my life forever.  Just take them as learning experiences.  Also, I need to start using time bridges.  It will make my closes a lot more solid and give the girls a better reason to give me their contact info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, at least I'm able to take something away from the experience.  I don't feel as bad now.  Until the next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-5664455188632704677?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5664455188632704677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=5664455188632704677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5664455188632704677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5664455188632704677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/02/fr-so-disappointing-and-frustrating.html' title='FR:  So Disappointing and Frustrating'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-5181164515970789941</id><published>2007-02-07T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:24:19.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  Beverly Center and Running Around Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Man, I suck at Daygame.  It's definitely still my sticking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up today, I got all nervous because I knew I was going to go daygaming. I don't know why, I still get major AA during the daytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after work today, I met up with jeromevincent at Beverly Center and we decided to do some approaches (as well as get some shopping done - I wanted to get a shirt from Lacoste).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk around and I notice that it's definitely not as target-rich as I've seen before.  In fact, it's pretty barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk around some and I see a cute chick, about a 7, walk out of some store and away from us, so I'm like fuck it, we've been walking around for a long time and haven't seen any chicks. I jog to catch up to her, come in from the side and ask her for the time. She gives me the time and I give her a high-five. Thinking there'd be more girls to approach, I politely eject and say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeromevincent and I walk around for probably another hour and there are NO targets (maybe I'm too picky). it's blowing my mind. I decide I might as well go to Lacoste and pick up the shirt I want. Head over there, get the shirt (and fuck up my hair in the process), and meet jeromevincent outside of the store where he was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to figure out what to do, where to go instead. As soon as we start to walk away, I see a cute blonde, a 7, walking towards us. I'm like awesome. I'm going to go direct on her. Walk towards her, ready to make her stop...and she turns and walks right into a shoe store. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pause for a second, give a glance to jeromevincent and say to myself, FUCK IT. You already came this far, finish it off. I walk into the shoe store, a women's shoe store no less (jeromevincent says all the other girls turned and watched me as I came in and approached the girl). I approach her and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Excuse me, I just saw you walking into this store, and I just had to tell you that I think you're cute."&lt;br /&gt;HB:  &lt;expressionless&gt;  "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I walk out with my tail behind my legs. Did she smile? I don't know. I think I was too nervous. Scratch that. I know I was too nervous. I know I didn't deliver the opener well or have the correct body language. I wasn't confident and it showed. Oh well, after that, jeromevincent and I decided to grab something to eat since it was like 8PM already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, I get a call from Charlie Gordon who I had called earlier checking to see if he wanted to meet up with us. He was heading out now to some places in Hollywood and wanted to know if we wanted to join him. After the less than successful time in Beverly Center, we decide why not, let's meet up and try out some nightgame in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we try the Well, and it's dead. Then we try to go to Cinespace. I find parking relatively easily (I drove jeromevincent - he left his car near the Well), but it takes Charlie a long ass time to find parking. He finally does so jeromevincent and I go wait in line to get into Cinespace so that by the time Charlie arrives, we should be close to the front. CG finds us and gets in line with us. We get to the front and the bouncer says, "Are you guys on the list?" Of course we're not. We hadn't planned on going out. So we tell him we're not and he proceeds to tell us that he can't let us in tonight without being on the list or having chicks. The list is really long and he needs to get all these people in. He tells us to come back in an hour and he'll let us in from the front. We decide to then try Joseph's. It's closed. We then walk to Tokio (yes, it's spelled that way), and it's at least better than the Well. We just chill there and talk for a while. No targets there really. The girls there were either the artsy, Hollywood type or the type that would roll over and squish me in my sleep. Neither of those are my type of girl, so I passed on approaching. After a while, we decide to walk back to the Well and try there one last time. It's still dead and decide to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this, I can definitely say I need to work on my daygame. It is currently piss poor, but I'm just glad I was able to do the hit and run. Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-5181164515970789941?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/5181164515970789941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=5181164515970789941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5181164515970789941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/5181164515970789941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/02/fr-beverly-center-and-running-around.html' title='FR:  Beverly Center and Running Around Hollywood'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-7780045997801780110</id><published>2007-02-06T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:37:47.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The AMOG: The Asshole Male of the Group</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that AMOG is supposed to stand for Alpha Male of the Group, but I just had to write about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm meeting more and more newbies in the Community, I'm finding that their interpretation of the term, "alpha," is usually way off base.  I'm finding that the commonality associated with these Asshole MOGs is that they tend to be the ones that have been introduced to the Community through Style's book.  Granted, my introduction into the Community was from Style's book, but I didn't act like hot shit after reading it.  My real introduction was thanks to OCWaterBoy and Grungey10.  Anyway, after reading Style's book, many of these newbies try to emulate the principles outlined in the book and fail miserably at it.  These are guys that have little to no field experience and are generally real world social retards.  Essentially, they lack the general social skills required to succeed and when they try to act "cool," they come out acting like assholes.  It is a result of years and years of being not well-calibrated and trying too hard to impress those PUAs who have established themselves in the Community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this here, "alpha" does not mean asshole.  You can be a nice, friendly person and still be the best alpha out there.  "Alpha" is being confident, decisive, and showing leadership.  It does not mean being closed-minded, talking shit, or cutting down other PUAs or guys in your group.  That shit just won't fly.  If you want to succeed and be respected in the Community, you need to have your head on straight and learn from those around you who are better than you.  You end up hurting yourself if you try to cut them down.  I'm not writing this post to complain about attacks on me, but moreso based on the comments made about some of my good friends who happen to be PUAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly high value or "alpha" guys don't need to try to be "alpha."  They just are and it is part of who they are.  The best way to become "alpha" is to watch others in the Community who are successful and truly "alpha."  Emulate what they do and try it out in the field.  That is the best way to learn and change how people see you.  Anything else will end up in failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before saying something, be sure to check your ego at the door.  Otherwise, you end up making yourself look like an idiot and everyone will see right through your facade to the LSE person you truly are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-7780045997801780110?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/7780045997801780110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=7780045997801780110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7780045997801780110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/7780045997801780110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/02/amog-asshole-male-of-group.html' title='The AMOG: The Asshole Male of the Group'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-3682509564811961437</id><published>2007-02-05T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:45:32.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  The Return of D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Well, I guess it's about damn time I got back out there and started writing field reports. It's been too long. WAAAAY too long. Fucking work has kept me locked up for the past 2 months.  Before that, there were other field reports, in-club make-outs a couple of times, but I was too lazy to write it up.  Anyway on to this past Friday's FR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to happy hour with coworkers at Westwood Brewco, nothing happening there and nothing really catching my eye. I thought tonight was going to suck as I couldn't really find anyone to sarge with.  CG was in SD and Top Tier was going to Vanguard, an Asian club -- I used to promote for an Asian club, so I'm totally sick of that scene.  I wanted to do something different.  I want to push myself to become a better PUA.  That has been my theme for the last week and a half: pushing myself out of my comfort zone.  Getting back to where I was, becoming the social, outgoing person I was towards the end of June before I started my new job and stunted my growth as a PUA.  It's time to finally become who and what I set out to become.  It's about time I became...D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Brewco, I was planning to go to the W in Westwood with my roommate and another friend, but my coworkers decided to go to a wine bar in Santa Monica -- Bodega. I figured, cheaper drinks and probably a higher probability of hot chicks at a wine bar, so I decided to go to Bodega instead of the W in Westwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there and got a beer with the coworkers. I tried to get one of them to open, but of course, he was too shy.  He says, "it's so hard to approach girls when they're not facing you."  Yeah, it is, but that's why you get up and approach them from the front.  At least he knows not to approach from the back.  I'm getting antsy so I decided it was time for me to stop being a pansy, turn on the game inside, and get this shit started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a 2 set sitting opposite us, a HB 8 and her chubby friend.  I would later discover they were part of a larger 4 set, but it didn't seem like it when I saw them, so that probably led to this set's downfall.  Anyway, I get up and decide to open with a situational, indirect opener.  I walk over, sit on the table in front of them and open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Hey guys, quick question.  What's a better party drink?  A long island or a red bull vodka?"&lt;br /&gt;UG:  "Oh, definitely a long island."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Oh, so you are THAT type of girl...i see.  The one who can only have a good time when they're fucked up. "&lt;br /&gt;UG:  "No no no no. I didn't mean it like that. "&lt;br /&gt;D:  "What about you?  what do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Well, i think a long island would probably be better."&lt;br /&gt;UG:  "What do you think is the better party drink?"&lt;br /&gt;D: "Well, for me, when i think of a party, I think of having a good time for a long period of time. I don't need to be fucked up to have a good time. It helps, but it's definitely not necessary. I'd rather be able to hang and last for a longer period of time."&lt;br /&gt;UG/HB:  "that's probably true.  Yeah, I think that's probably a better choice."&lt;br /&gt;*Goes into fluff talk - where from and how old, etc. -- don't really remember*&lt;br /&gt;HB: "We're going to go smoke, we'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "OK!  I'll see you guys later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good opening set. Good way to get my feet wet again. It's been over 2 months since I've actually opened, but I was able to hold them in conversation for over 10 minutes. It was a good start.  If only I had known they were with 2 other guys who were sitting away from them and were really quiet.  i would have disarmed the guys and included them in the conversation.  Also, it would have made isolating my target a whole lot easier knowing that the UG had friends she could have talked to.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to where my coworkers are and I want to open this set behind me, but their body language is pretty unreceptive, so I tell my coworkers to open them so they don't feel left out and so that I don't look like I'm girl-crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually do open them and they're talking with the girls.  The girls are actually not as hot as I thought they were, so I wander off to get another drink with another coworker. I see a 3 set: 2 HBs and a dude. I'm so amped up to sarge that I'm completely over my AA and decide wtf, I might as well approach. I approach the dude to get rid of the cockblock.  I wanted to open him with the "cheating girlfriend" opener, but it's been so fucking long since I've sarged that I forget how the fuck it goes.  I tap him anyway and begin to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to him, I don't remember what. He kinda looks at me and shrugs. The girls then tap me and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston:  "Your friend over there is pretty weird."&lt;br /&gt;HB Friend:  "yeah, he offered to buy us drinks and then took it back."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "What?  My friend?  I don't even know the guy.  I was just going to ask him a question."&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston: "Oh really? He was saying something about buying us drinks and then changed his mind and told us to buy our own drinks."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Wow, that's a weird line.   I think he wants to talk to you guys.  So how'd he do?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston:  "He failed miserably."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember what we talked about, but we did some fluff talk.  I qualified them and made them work for my attention.&lt;br /&gt;HB Friend:  "So why don't you buy us a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Jeez, you're such a brat!  I'm not that easy.  Your friend here is such a brat."&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston:  "Haha, I know.  We can actually pay for our own drinks.  We're pretty successful."&lt;br /&gt;HB Friend:  "Yeah, but your "friend" is weird."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "haha, you'd like him to be my friend so you can get free drinks, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;HBs:  "Hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;More fluff talk.  I find out HB Friend is from OC, really close from where I'm from so we connect on that and I'm able to disarm her as the cockblock. I find out HB Boston is from Boston and she is my target.  She's easily the hottest one in the bar tonight. However, they're like 28 and i'm 25, but I play it off and keep pumping the buying temperature with tons of kino, frame control, and qualifying. Unfortunately, I don't remember exactly what I said. my coworker is trying to buy me a beer, but i keep waving him off 'cuz i'm in set and it's going well. I don't want him to fuck it up. He doesn't know about the game.  I used VAC pretty well.  I inherently had value and was able to DHV by qualifying them and making them work for my validation.  I was able to display attainability because I told them, "you guys are so much fun to hang out with.  i like how i can have fun with you.  are you always this outgoing?"  I don't know if I got much compliance, but by just having them let me be there, they were giving me basal compliance.  So... I keep talking to the girls and eventually, I'm like fuck. I need to go back to talk to my coworkers. So I say to HB Boston: "hey, I should get back to my friends, but I'd like to see you again, what's your number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston:  "it's... ### ### ####"&lt;br /&gt;D:  "awesome, I'm going to call you."&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston:  "OK."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Do you remember my name?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston:  "Um..."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "man, that's so fucked up.  How can you not remember my name?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston:  "..."&lt;br /&gt;D: "It's Darren. You better remember it when I call you. You're not one of those girls that forgets people's name when they call you are you?"&lt;br /&gt;HB Boston: "No no no, i'm not like that. I'll remember your name and who you are now. I'll be sure to return your phone call."&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Awesome."&lt;br /&gt;I give HB Boston and HB Friend a hug and say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk back to my coworkers who look at me in amazement that I number closed the hottest girl at the bar tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-3682509564811961437?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/3682509564811961437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=3682509564811961437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/3682509564811961437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/3682509564811961437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2007/02/fr-return-of-d.html' title='FR:  The Return of D'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-115225547895631231</id><published>2006-07-06T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:10:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR:  And Everyone Else Disappeared Into the Background...</title><content type='html'>So I have been trying to create some new wings in LA, but it has not been an easy task.  The new AFCs that I have been trying to make approach encounter too much AA, do a few approaches, and then chicken out and hide from me.  It's quite frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few of my friends from HS, AFCs, decided to come up and visit me from OC since one of them is leaving to go to Korea and Japan for a couple weeks and then to NY for law school (also, he found out his gf of 2 years has been cheating on him for the past 3 months).  We went to dinner, had some drinks at my apartment and then went out to the local bar within walking distance.  I figured I would just chill, have a good time with my friends, and not do any sarging since I didn't have a proper wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the bar and the place is dead.  It's a Wednesday night, the 5th, right after a long holiday weekend, so it's not really a huge surprise.  We just sit at the bar and chill and get a couple pitchers of beer.  I'm actually do start to get kind of antsy and want to do some sarging (I guess you can never really quiet the internal urge once you start), but there really are no good targets.  At best, there are a couple of 6s and maybe a 7 with her bf.  Not much is going on, so I'm just enjoying hanging with some friends I haven't seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a 4 set, 1 guy with his gf and 2 girls walk in.  One of the girls is an 8.  I don't really pay much attention as I'm kind of out of the mood to sarge since there wasn't anyone in the beginning.  We finish our beers and chat some more.  Get another round before we leave.  My friend who's leaving decides he's going to go outside to have a smoke so a couple of my friends follow him outside while I remain inside with another friend and another friend's friend (who happens to be a girl, a 6.5).   While my friends are outside smoking, I notice the 8 go outside as well and she bums a smoke off my friends.  I know they have no chance and that she's going to be out there for a least a few minutes.  I might as well go out there and hang out, maybe see if she's worth gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell my friends who are at the bar with me that I'll be back.  I'm going to go outside with everyone else.  I get outside and HBNYteacher (she's a Teacher of America originally from Chicago, living in NY, and now visiting LA) is being hounded by some black, homeless guy in a wheelchair.  Well, actually, I question whether he's homeless or not.  He's actually pretty clean and put together pretty well.  He's actually a pretty funny guy when you talk to him.  Anyway, he's trying to get this girl to buy some gum or a lighter from him (he sells these things for a huge profit), but she's not having any of it.  She's obviously got her bitch shield up.  I let them banter for a bit while my friends just look on not saying anything.  It really looks like they want to talk to the HB, but they have no idea what to say.  I've just had enough of this awkward bantering between the HB and the homeless dude, so I flip on my PUA switch and it's on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys, quick question..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed with law school ex- opener.  BAM!  I've got the attention of the whole group.  The homeless dude shuts up and I'm in the with HB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives her response and I pace her reality by agreeing with her opinion of the situation.  Intiate kino - high five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make some small talk.  Homeless guy and some of my friends try to interject in the conversation but the HB and I just ignore them.  My frame was so strong that everything and everyone else disappeared into the background.  It was just me and the HB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read many times before where PUAs had been AMOGed in a set and they just ignored the AMOGs and spoke over them.  They then go on to say that everything then fades away and it's basically just the PUA and the HB talking.  I had never experienced anything like that and never knew how that would work.  How does one just ignore what's going on around them?  It seemed illogical.  However, on this night, I found out how it all happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection this HB and I had while we spoke was strong.  No one else seemed to matter.  I dominated all the other guys in the group.  She was only answering my questions and looking at me.  Everyone else didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  "I have an intution about you...  Are you adventurous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Oh yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  "What ethnicity are you?  I know you're Caucasian, but what's your background?"  (Qualifying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Blah blah blah.... (some type of European mutt)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  continues with qualifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  "Here, give me your hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB (timidly):  "...OK..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA spins her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB (laughing and with that sparkle in her eye):  "wow..."  (she proceeds to hold my hand for about 10 seconds longer than necessary after the spin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  "hey, let's go inside to the bar"  (trying to venue change and isolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get inside and start walking to the bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB:  "Thanks, but I should get back to my friends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  "OK..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk to my friend that I had left inside the bar, and they were like, "HOLY SHIT!!  That was awesome dude!!  How did you do that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who was a friend of a friend was like, "So do you only go for white girls?"  Obviously, the HB had given me social proof and this girl who I had just met had now seen me a new light, one where she was attracted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends come back in from outside and were like, "HOLY SHIT!!  That was amazing!!  How did you do that?!  That girl was cute.  Man, I wish you weren't so smooth.  I totally would have boned her!"  (I'm thinking, yeah, you would bone her if you could, but you're too AFC.  That's why I knew I had to take over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish our beers and go outside.  Find the homeless dude.  "Man, you've got some game.  That was sooo smooth.  I wish I had game like you."  Overall a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of things that went right, but there were also a lot of things that went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Frame control.  Right from the beginning, I brought the HB and everyone else in the group into my frame.  I brought them into my reality and made them see the world through my eyes.  I didn't let the other guys in the group ask questions or talk to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Kino escalation.  Start with my usual high-five.  Spin and holding of hand (actually, she was holding my hand, but I didn't pull away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Qualifying.  Screening her to see if she's the type of girl I would date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Value - portraying Value and having Value for her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Trying to isolate and venue change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  No push-pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Negs - No neg after the spin (kinda like push pull).  No neg when she said she was going to talk to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Did not really portray a sense of Attainability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Did not play tight game to get Compliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long way to go...but I'm really liking the progress I am making.  It's an exciting time.  4 more days of work at my old job until I start a new chapter in my life.  Also, maybe I don't need to train a new wing for when I'm in LA.  I can just go out with my AFC friends and still sarge.  I think I've gotten to the point now where I don't care if my AFC friends know I'm a PUA or not.  I just don't care anymore...  That's definitely a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Shark says, "Are you afraid that people are going to know you have sex?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-115225547895631231?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/115225547895631231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=115225547895631231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/115225547895631231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/115225547895631231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/07/fr-and-everyone-else-disappeared-into.html' title='FR:  And Everyone Else Disappeared Into the Background...'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-115074209654669919</id><published>2006-06-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:54:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FR: Adventure in Vegas</title><content type='html'>We arrive in Vegas at around 9:30 on Friday night.  Check into the hotel and get ready with some pre-partying and head out to Ra (since we're staying at Luxor).  I've been to Ra before and I've never seen Ra as dead as it was on this night.  The place is maybe at 1/2 capacity.  It's actually quite sad and discouraging.  No matter, Holiday and I do the best we can and open essentially ALL of the sets that aren't on the dance floor to get warmed up.  We're basically the life of the party and the party is on life support, so we decide we're going to try doing some opening on the casino floor.  There really isn't much in terms of HBs, so we just walk around the hotel and find no one.  We head back into Ra for one last run through.  Open a couple more sets, but they're UGs or fat, so we  leave to "get drunk and walk on the strip."  Our night ends and crash back at the hotel with the sun coming up around 5:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we get up around 11AM and since we're there with 3 other guys, we all take turns in the bathroom, watch some of the US World Cup soccer match against Italy, and then head out to Bellagio to eat lunch at the buffet.  I'm pretty hungover so I actually don't eat all that much nor am I in any mood to open anyone especially since all the girls at the buffet are fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk back to Luxor from Bellagio and I pass out from exhaustion.  Wake up around 6:45 and we start to get ready to go to Hofbrauhaus, an Oktoberfest themed German and Bavarian restuarant.  We proceed to eat and get drunk and have a good time as a group.  Afterwards, it's time for Holiday and I to go sarging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting back to Luxor, we stop at the Hooters hotel where some people were staying that the other guys in our group knew.  In my drunken stupor and slight boredom, I sit down and put $20 into a $.25 slot machine.  I end up winning $20, find the group, and we head back to Luxor to shower and get ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday and I plan to go to Caesars first to try to get into Pure.  There's a huge line, as always and we try to buy our way to the front of the line, but the bouncer said that it's $100 per head to get to the front and that doesn't include the $30 cover.  So we're like FUCK THAT.  We're not paying $130 to talk to hot chicks.  We leave and head to Tao in Venetian.  Line's shorter and seems like we can get in.  We get to the front of the line and the bouncer says we won't be able to get in because we have no girls, but we can go hang out in the Tao bar/lounge, which we do.  Holiday gets a drink and I get a water 'cuz I'm freaking dying from drinking so much beer at Hofbrauhaus.  We hang around in there and Holiday opens a couple sets, but I'm so miserable, I don't feel like doing anything but going to bed.  We proceed to see a couple fights break out and decide it's time we left this "ghetto" establishment.  We leave the lounge in search of water for me and a Red Bull for Holiday.  We grab that and Holiday tells me to open a set just to do it since he can tell I'm totally out of state and miserable.  I do, it kinda helps.  I'm still feeling the effects of coming down off my drunkenness.  We go outside to sit in front of the Venetian and drink our drinks and then start opening street sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sit down on the steps, HBOlympicSkiier (since she used to train with the US Olympic Ski team) opens me by asking "so you're already drinking water?"  It's on.  We talk for a bit and Holiday goes and talks to her friend.  He sits on the steps below her.  The girls are from the Midwest and don't really have much experience or knowledge about Asians in general, so we're trying to educate them, but at the same time, keeping a fun frame.  Holiday's HB has her legs on his lap.  Things are going well.  I tell my HB to come around the railing and sit on my side of it so we can talk.  She does - compliance.  We're talking, vibing, building comfort and trust.  Start going into deep rapport.  She's asking about my family, what type of girls I date, what would my parents think if I brought a non-Asian girl home to my parents.  At this point, I can tell Holiday is going through his stack.  Then my HB is like, I'm going to go get a drink, do you want one?  I'm like, sure, I'll go with you and show you where the bar is - to keep an alpha, being a leader frame and to change venues.  So I lead her, I put out my hand to lead her, but she says she's not into PDA because of some issues, I just kind of ignore her response with something like, "oh, that's too bad."  I should have done a take-away or used push-pull to gain compliance, but I figured this girl is already going to buy me a drink so I don't think I need to get much more compliance.  On the way there, we start talking about masturbation.  She actually brings it up and is obviously starting to escalate.  We get our beers and we head back up to where Holiday and his HB are.  We get back and Holiday's HB is telling me to do the cube on HBOlympicSkiier because Holiday did it on her.  I just laugh.  I make my HB practically beg me to do it.  So I finally do it.  (I probably could have built a yes-ladder, but these girls don't need much gaming).  It was practically spot on, share a couple of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday kisses his HB.  No make out.  Just a peck on the lips unfortunately.  Holiday's HB's sister shows up and is obviously drunk.  She's not really getting any attention from any of us, so she goes and starts talking to other random guys.  My HB decides she wants to gamble some more and go to O'Shea's, but she doesn't know where it is.  Of course, I know where it is, so I tell them, let's go, I'll lead (again).  We head off, the four of us, but then Holiday's HB's sister tags along and bring a couple of retarded guys with her.  We start engaging in some AMOG battles.  Well, Holiday mostly.  One of the guys talking to the sister apparently works at a restaurant where there are a bunch of Asians of Holiday's ethnicity and they don't like caucasians much, so he's asking Holiday do people of his ethnicity really not like everyone else.  He then asks the girls if they even know where the country of Holiday's ethnicity come from.  Since I'm Chinese and everyone knows where China is, I'm the one leading the group, and I'm not seen as a cockblock to the sister since I'm with HBOlympicSkiier and not Holiday's HB, I don't receive as much AMOGing as Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to O'Shea's, I use one of OCWaterBoy's most recommended SOIs:  "So when was the last time you had sex?"  To which HBOlympicSkiier repsonds, "It's been a long time."  We later would talk about how many partners we've had, etc.  It sets up a good frame that I'm not shy or asexual but comfortable talking about sex while not actively pursuing it like the AMOGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to O'Shea's and my HB buys me another beer.  Along the way to O'Shea's, I'm trying to teach her the differences in all the Asians facial features, how you can tell the differences.  So it's kind of like a game now.  We both make guesses and then ask the people.  At the bar in O'Sheas there's an Asian guy and his white male friend, so I guess Japanese, she doesn't really know, so she then asks.  He's Korean, but it doesn't matter, she's still having a good time with me.  We go to the roulette tables to gamble as I figure Holiday should have things under control.  (He later tells me the sister was talking to some Australian guys and they started to AMOG him, but that Korean dude at the bar was totally helping Holiday out.  Plus, those Australian guys all tooled themselves out, so Holiday's HB kept coming right back to him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, my HB and I are having a blast at the roulette table.  She says she can be anal and she likes to keep her chips in stacks of 5.  I tell her that "I love how anal you are.  It's so cute."  Now, I'm setting up Attainability.  We already had Value, now Attainability, and tons of Compliance.  VAC.  I'm actually doing well in the set AND at the table.  From $40, I'm up $60 or so.  Then Holiday comes over with his HB and her sister.  The 2 girls sit at the table between me and my HB, so I'm like fuck.  I ask Holiday what he wants to do and he wants to go to Denny's to get some Oreo Cookie Shakes.  Sounds good to me.  So I tell the girls we're going to go to Denny's and they should come along with, but they want to stay and gamble, so I #-close (get her number, call it so that I know it's her number and also so that she knows my number) and tell them it was nice meeting them.  We leave, basically doing a take-away.  As we leave, I can see the vultures and AMOGs move right in.  It's hilarious.  After the true alphas leave, the betas try to make do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to Denny's and not 5 or 10 minutes after being seated, I get a phone call from HBOlympicSkiier.  She's like, where are you?  Are you going to come back?  Come back!  I laugh and tell her ok, we'll come back after we're done at Denny's.  I ask her if they're still going to be there.  She says yeah, so I tell her, OK, well, if we go back and you're not there, I'm never talking to you ever again.  She laughs and says OK, they'll be there.  We get our shakes, eat some chicken strips then head back over.  Before we get there, I get another call from my HB.  She's like, where are you guys?  Come save us!  I laugh and tell her we'll be there in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday and I are exhausted though.  Even if we could extract, we are tired and probably wouldn't be able to bone them.  We'd get there, and probably pass out before anything happened.  We can't even think straight.  We find the girls and hang out with them.  I sit down and HBOlympicSkiier sits on my lap.  I put my arm around her and we sit like that for a while just talking.  The girls want to go back to Aladdin to gamble some more and invite us along.  I cannot gamble anymore (little did I know but the girls were trying to extract the two of us!!) 'cuz I'm freaking tired.  So I tell them we're in no mood to gamble anymore and we need to drive the next morning back to southern CA.  We leave O'Sheas without the sister in tow.  She wants to hang out with one of the guys she had met.  We say our goodbyes and Holiday's HB and my HB leave to go back to Aladdin while we leave to go back to Luxor to crash.  The sun's already up and we get back to Luxor at like 5:30AM.  We start getting ready to sleep when I get a call from my HB at like 5:50AM.   The conversation goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  Hey, HBOlypicSkiier, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Hey D, what are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  Oh, just getting ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Cool.  Hey, do you want to head over here?&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  Um, I don't really feel like gambling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;HB:  I know, we're done gambling, but do you want to come over and cuddle.  I couldn't get you to come over and gamble, but how about coming over to cuddle since you're going to sleep anyway.  Just no sex.&lt;br /&gt;PUA:  Alright, we'll be over in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;HB:  Ok, see you then.  Aladdin hotel room # _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come out of the bathroom where I went to talk to my HB so that I wouldn't wake up the 3 other guys in the room with us and tell Holiday, dude, they want us to go over right now.  He's like shit, alright, give me a few minutes.  So we head over, and find them.  They're eating room service.  Unfortunately, the sister apparently had come back and passed out on one of the beds, so that killed Holiday's chances with his HB.  He ended up just sitting on the bed, then the floor.  He didn't know what to do while I layed in bed with my HB and chatted.  Eventually, he just excused himself out of the room.  I talked to my HB some more, but I couldn't leave my wingman.  "You never leave your wingman."  So I told my HB that I'm gonna head out with Holiday.  She was sad, but she understood.  Hugged a long time and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo exhausted.  Crashed at Luxor and drove home.  We ended up texting back and forth to keep my solid game going and to try to keep her as a friend at least, but she's in Michigan, so have to see how that pans out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the call at 5:50AM was obviously a booty call.  Even tho' my HB said no sex, that was just ASD and social programming speaking.  We could have blasted the LMR, but unfortunately, the logistics (the sister) got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, there's a lot of things I wish I had done different.  For one, KISS HER!!  Like Style, I'm finding it difficult to close the gap.  It's starting to get annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I could have done better with kino escalation leading up to making a kiss easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also could have helped out Holiday more, but all in all, I think we did well.  Just wish things would have ended a little better.  But it's all a learning experience and I had a blast.  That's the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time Vegas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-115074209654669919?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/115074209654669919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=115074209654669919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/115074209654669919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/115074209654669919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/06/fr-adventure-in-vegas.html' title='FR: Adventure in Vegas'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114949035356970490</id><published>2006-06-04T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:52:33.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34</title><content type='html'>She was 34.  But she didn't look 34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Highlands on Saturday night with a couple of non-community friends.  It actually was a pretty uneventful night.  It actually wasn't as crowded as it normally is so the number of hot girls was pretty low and there were no viable sets on the upper floor lounge area where I usually stake out, so my cousin and I just chilled in a booth.  My cousin then started drunk calling people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this tall, skinny blonde shows up with her friend and sit in the booth next to us where some of her other friends are sitting.  She sits on the edge of the booth and her other friend stands outside the booth to talk to all the people in the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge, muscle-bound guy walks by them and the friend standing on the outside starts making fun of the guy after he walks past by holding her arms out to the side and puffing out her cheeks.  I then make the comment that she must really likes those type of guys.  She says something about it being gross.  The hot blonde turns around and says something that I don't catch.  I just smile and nod.  My cousin is still talking on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, the set's already open, so I go over and say, "I'm going to join you guys while my friend talks on the phone."  They're all, sure, come on over.  The HB says, here, let me scoot over so you can sit down.  She moves over, and I sit next to her.  Awesome.  The friend standing and their other 2 friends are chatting so I'm in mini-isolation with the HB.  I start off by asking her age.  She tells me 34.  I'm like, no way, you only look 24 (she seriously did).  She says, that's the beauty of plastic surgery.  I pretend not to buy in and go, no way, let me see some ID.  She reaches for it, then thinks about it again and says, I don't want to show you my ID, I don't look that good in my ID.  Let me see yours if you think yours is all that great.  I don't give in to keep control of the frame.  So instead, I tell her to guess.  She guesses 26, I tell her 24.  So she's like cool.  She seems to be attracted.  She starts commenting about my ring, touching my hand and says that my ring is really cool.  She wants to see it so I give it to her to check out.  She tries it on all her fingers.  It's so much bigger than all of her fingers.  I can tell she likes that.  She then comments that she likes that it's big and likes guys with big fingers.  It's totally on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then tell her that her rings are cool also.  She tells me that she's had them since she was 13, so I tell her to let me see her hands.  I start holding her hands and feeling around (kino).  Unfortunately, I didn't know that she had just gotten a Henna tattoo on the underside of her wrist so I kept touching it and she started freaking out and finally said, "Ok, that's enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her friends enter the set again and say let's all go dance, so we all get up (my cousin included) to go dance downstairs.  We follow them downstairs but then they go onto the patio downstairs.  I'm like screw this.  I got bored already.  I think I might have ADHD.  I tell my cousin let's go find our friends that we came with, so I just leave the girls and we go find my social circle female friends and dance/chat with them for the rest of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114949035356970490?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114949035356970490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114949035356970490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114949035356970490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114949035356970490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/06/34.html' title='34'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114837092187698076</id><published>2006-05-23T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:39:49.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Excuser Returns</title><content type='html'>As you can probably tell from the title of this post, I have returned from Europe and there will be no FRs or LRs.  Overall, the trip to Europe was fun and I got to see a lot of sights.  A lot of things you would never see here in the US.  It was a wonderful experience and I'm dying to go back to Europe.  I would however change almost everything about my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, on my next trip to Europe, I HAVE to go with PUAs.  Absolute MUST.  Or at least someone/some people that will socialize.  Going with an AFC/closet gay person/anti-socialite/someone-who-I-wanted-to-kill-by-the-end-of-the-trip did not really bode well for me and picking up women.  Let's just say I'm glad I'm home so I won't have to see my travel companion for hopefully, at least a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I wouldn't stay in the countryside again, no matter how beautiful it can be because there are venue issues and all of the hot women seem to reside in the major cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I would go to different countries (well, I'd go back to Italy and the UK) and do more research before I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll give a quick rundown of the places I visited if even for just a couple of hours (London).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam - This was the first place I visited and I was expecting tall, hot blondes in droves.  My expectations were never met.  The airport is beautiful and the city is also beautiful, but another Sweden Amsterdam is not.  Now, maybe I was just in the wrong part of the Netherlands, but there were little if any hot women here.  I attribute it to the fact that Amsterdam is known for the Red Light district.  Now, while Amsterdam is also known for its cafes, the fact that the Red Light district is so prominent seemed to make it a less attractive location for female tourists and females in general.  On the other hand, the place was crawling with loud, obnoxious, drunken male Brits.  Everywhere I went, it seemed that was all I ran into.  However, the women I did see, attractive or not, did seem to look at me longer than back here in the States.  Whether that's because they've never seen an Asian guy or because they have an Asian fetish, I didn't find out.  Take it as you will.  I wouldn't go back to Amsterdam to PU, but if I were a first time visitor to Europe, I'd definitely do a full day there to see the Heineken Brewery and maybe the Anne Frank house (I didn't think it was worth the Euros, but everyone else seemed to like it).  Maybe I need to find some different cafes or bars in Amsterdam.  Then I'd give it another try because the city could be a really fun city with non-hooker women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland - Stayed in G'Staad.  It's basically an Apline city that is like Aspen in that it's a really rich ski resort town.  Seeing as we went in mid-May, the hotel and city were dead.  There were only 50 people in the hotel and 48 of them were over the age of 50 (with me and my travel companion being the 2 that weren't for those slower people).  The town is filled with lots of country bred Swiss.  Thick women.  Not exactly my type.  And the next closest large city was 3 hours by train so it wasn't like I could GO to a city to do some PU.  However, the women in G'Staad and on the train did give me the same looks as in Amsterdam, but again, I saw no reason to PU because 1) I didn't like the women in G'Staad and 2) I didn't see a reason to PU the women on the train since I was leaving Switzerland within hours.   Hence, I saw enough of the Swiss and European countryside in G'Staad to last me a lifetime.  I would NOT go back to Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy - Definitely my favorite place that I visited for more than 2 hours.  However, I again was staying in the countryside.  Roma (Rome) is the closest major city and is 2 hours by train.  Shitty, hot trains.  So, going to Rome to PU was pretty much out of the question.  I did get to go see the Vatican and St. Peter's in Rome the one day I was there, but we were so crunched for time that it was very difficult to do anything else.  I'd definitely like to go back to Rome.  The rest of the time was spent in the Italian countryside and in small Italian towns where they don't speak English and the girls are not attractive.  However, again, as in the previous 2 locations, I got the same looks from almost all the girls I ran across and would again in London. That said, I would go back to Italy, but only to a large city like Rome.  Well, I might go back to the countryside because the food is SO good there.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London - I was only here for a couple hours during my 5 hour layover between flights, but this was my favorite place in Europe even with the rain and the cold.  London is just an awesome city and where I saw the hottest girls.  They even seemed approachable and interested in talking to me.  However, PU during a layover doesn't exactly lend much time to set up a proper PU so I did zero approaches just like on the rest of the trip (EXCUSER!!).    I'd LOVE to go back to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, when I make my next trip to Europe, it will have to be to Croatia (as recommended by OCWaterBoy), London, Rome, and Spain.  There will be a lot more partying, less sightseeing, and less staying in the damn countryside.  I'm so sick of the countryside.  Maybe that's why I'm also so glad to be back (other than the fact I wanted to kill my travel associate).  Civilization:  It's nice to be where people are and namely, where the hot women are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114837092187698076?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114837092187698076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114837092187698076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114837092187698076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114837092187698076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-excuser-returns.html' title='And The Excuser Returns'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114714669364479766</id><published>2006-05-08T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:49:09.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Up and Away!</title><content type='html'>So I've finally started getting the ball rolling to moving to another company.  It's about damn time.  Now, you may ask why I am posting this in this blog.  Well, it is because my current job has a huge effect on my ability to PU.  I tend to work late hours and not be able to go out AT ALL during the week.  My week (Mon.-Fri.) game is essentially non-existant.  I only have weekend game.  It sucks.  I can't wait to get the fuck out of here.  Plus, I'll get paid more, do something I'll enjoy a whole lot more, and further progress my career to greater heights.  There isn't really any downside.  Well, I'd have to continue to live in LA, but I guess that can be dealt with especially now that I've joined the Santa Monica lair.  Hopefully, with the new job will come more time to sarge with the guys from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I leave for Europe on the 11th.  Going to Amsterdam for 2 nights, then Switzerland for 3 nights, then Italy for 4 nights, and then back to Amsterdam for another night, returning to LA on the 22nd.  I hope to bring back at least a couple FR/LRs, but I'm pretty worried my total AFC (possibly gay) friend is going to cock-block.  Hopefully he doesn't and I get to PU some European HBs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I get back from Europe...It's time for me to start sarging full force and really become the PUA I want to be.  Holiday has really taken off recently.  It's awesome.  He's #-closing/kiss-closing smoking hot HBs and it's kind of making me jealous.  hehe.   But it's good.  I have no one else to blame but myself for slacking and being an "excuser" (and being sick) for 3 weeks.   It gives me more motivation to go out there and get really good.  Yeah, I still have some internal game issues, but it's probably because I haven't sarged in weeks.  It's time to get off my ass.  No more being an "excuser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, it's amazing how quickly things can change.  I was hanging out with some friends from high school over the weekend.  They were talking about girls and what it takes to get the best ones.  Wow, what a complete mind-fuck.  They were totally AFCing everything.  The social programming that was coming out of their mouths was blowing me away.  I haven't heard such complete and utter rubbish in a long while.  So what did I do?  Did I correct their AFC thinking/social programming?  Nope, because unless you've gone through what all of us PUAs have gone through, the AFCs won't believe anything we have to say.  So, I stayed quiet, nodded, and laughed inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114714669364479766?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114714669364479766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114714669364479766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114714669364479766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114714669364479766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up Up and Away!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114618201029755485</id><published>2006-04-27T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:29:57.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DHV - Demonstrating Higher Value.  Whaaa?</title><content type='html'>There was a point when Holiday, our other friend, and I, them moreso than I, would learn magic (no, not Magic: The Gathering) as a way of DHV.  We would carry a deck of cards around with us whenever we went out and would perform magic tricks.  They did work and we got good responses.  However, looking back, I now see them more as a training wheel, a crutch that we used to give us an easy DHV and something that we could use in all of our sarges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am further along in my development as a PUA, I know there are more effective ways at DHV.  While magic tricks, rune reading, and palm reading do have their place, it's harder for girls to make a connection with you when the DHVs you use really don't give that much insight about you.  While they do DHV, there are obviously better options: namely, storytelling, frame control, and qualify qualify qualify.  By using these, girls are able to gain a better insight into who YOU are and not just what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm going to write about one of my experiences using magic as a DHV.  I will write about storytelling, frame control, and qualifying in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following takes place in December 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday, our other friend, and I decide to go to the YH at the IS to do some sarging.  We get a table and relax, get a couple of drinks.  I first open up a 5 set.  It's a bachelorette type of gathering.  One of the girls is getting married and they're out having a drink before the big day.  I use the Drunk GF and it opens them up.  Chat for a bit.  Good warm-up.  I then tell Holiday I'm gonna go out and try on the patio.  I see a 3 set there smoking, so I go up and ask for a cigarette.  Light up, smoke a little.  Then I open them up with Drunk GF.  Works big time, we're chatting back and forth.  Holiday comes out and helps me wing.  We're all having good conversation and generally having a good time.  I say, to repay you for the cigarette, I'm going to show you some magic.  I proceed to do "discount magic," which gets them laughing.  I then pull out the deck of cards and do some magic.  It leaves them in awe.  One of the girls is like, "are you a Devil worshipper or something?"  And I respond with a "no" and flash my cross.  Bad move.  That was a shit test.  Again, newbie mistake.  So we chat for a little longer and they say they have to go in before they stop cooking food but that we should go in and find them.  They leave and Holiday and I just chill there for a bit.  We head back inside to find our other friends and decide not to find those girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Shit tests.  Watch out for them.  Don't qualify yourself to the set.  Ever.  It DLVs.  Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sarge I felt great because Holiday was telling me that all the other people were watching our interaction with the 3 set and it seemed like groups of guys (who looked like they wanted to talk to the girls we were talking to) were wondering how the hell the 2 of us were talking to these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even though I felt great, I felt like there was something missing.  I didn't know what it was at the time, but now, I think I know what.  Essentially, by performing the magic tricks, I had become a performer, not a seducer.  Even though I had DHV, I hadn't formed a connection with any of the girls and I wasn't seen as anything more than maybe as just a fun, entertaining guy.  A PUA needs to be more than that.  He needs to connect with his sarges on a more emotional and deeper level.  While entertaining can be good, there is much more that needs to occur if you want to get that girl to give you her number and then to get her into your bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114618201029755485?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114618201029755485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114618201029755485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114618201029755485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114618201029755485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/04/dhv-demonstrating-higher-value-whaaa.html' title='DHV - Demonstrating Higher Value.  Whaaa?'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114617906777942566</id><published>2006-04-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:05:33.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Programming</title><content type='html'>Holiday: and IM convo's can be emailed&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: the conversation could start out w/me asking how her jeans were fitting these days&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: and if there was anything hanging out&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: like from the sides&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: or maybe the front&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: spilling over like water water baloons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.  where does he come up with this stuff?  freaking hilarious.   it refers to someone I don't like so much anymore.  hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114617906777942566?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114617906777942566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114617906777942566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617906777942566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617906777942566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-interrupt-your-regularly-scheduled.html' title='We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Programming'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114617623656301769</id><published>2006-04-27T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:59:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are the Really Hot Girls At?  Vegas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following takes place over the weekend of Dec. 2 - 4, 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday, a couple of friends, and I head out to Sin City, Las Vegas, NV for some fun and a sort of early birthday celebration for me.  This would prove to be a weekend where my game took a step up and forward, but would also forecast part of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night, Holiday and I set out to the Palms Casino where the younger crowds tend to hang out.  We walk around deciding if we want to go into Rain or maybe Ghost Bar.  We decide against both and just decide to try to open up a few sets around the casino.  We make small talk with a few girls here and there, but nothing significant, so we go to the McDonald's in the Palms to go chill.  I see a 2 set walk up and sit at the table next to us, so I go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get up to talk to them, one of the girls gets up and walks to go order.  No matter.  I open the one girl with the Drunk GF opener.  This girl is completely trashed.  She has a hard time understanding the opener, but we talk through it anyway.  Her friend comes back and I re-state the opener and we engage in conversation.  I then run the Best Friends Test.  They look at each other.  It works like money.  It's golden.  Girls love chick crack.  We vibe a little longer then tell them I need to get back to my friend.  So they're like, why don't you have your friend come sit with us?  Money.  So I go get Holiday and tell him to come sit with us.  We chat with them for a bit.  We find out one of the girls is married and the other has a bf.  (there will be more married/engaged girls as my sarges progress.  why?  i haven't figured that out yet...)  We chat with them a bit more then decide to eject and head back to our hotel to find our other friends.  Nothing else happens and the night ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we head out to the Wynn buffet and stuff ourselves.  Great food.  We then go look at the Ferraris.  Beautiful cars.  Someday...haha.  After the Ferraris, Holiday and I again split off from the group and try to walk around the Wynn and do some opening.  Simple stuff to warm up:  "Do you have the time?"  "Have you guys seen the Ferraris yet?"  We then go to the mall across the street to maybe do some sets in there.  Talk to some hired guns, but that's about it.   It's almost dinner time, so it's time to meet up with the rest of the guys and go to &lt;a href="http://www.hofbrauhauslasvegas.com/products/index.php"&gt;Hofbrauhaus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been to &lt;a href="http://www.hofbrauhauslasvegas.com/products/index.php"&gt;Hofbrauhaus&lt;/a&gt;, I suggest you go.  They have liter beers in huge steins.   It has a very Oktoberfest atmosphere with stein holding competitions and other events.  It's a drunken good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we proceed to get drunk, dine on awesome German food (sausages and the like), and be very much entertained.  It's good male bonding shit and I actually have a long conversation with the guy in the bathroom that hands out the paper towels.  It would help to warm up my vibing skills.  After spending about 2 hours having a jolly time, we head back to the hotel to change and get ready for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Holiday and I split off from the rest of the group and headed out to the Hard Rock to go to Baby's because we had picked up free admission passes at the mall earlier.  The passes would later turn out to only be fliers and not actually free admission into the club.  Boo false advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in line, we chat it up with some 30 year old ladies to get warmed up a little.  It works pretty well.  After getting to the front and finding out we in fact won't be getting in for free, we decide that since we already took the time to get out there, we might as well go in.  So Holiday covers my admission and we go in.  We decide to sarge in the upstairs area around the bar.  I run the Drunk GF opener on multiple sets.  Some go well.  Some don't get very far because it's loud as hell in there.  Then I run into a HB Latina that's an 8 or 9.  She's freaking hot, so I open up the 2 set, or so I thought.  The opener works very well.  Best Friends test next.  They're sisters.  It works like a charm.  BAM!  I'm in.  Meanwhile, Holiday is talking to the rest of the set (turns out it was like a 7 or 8 set).  So I isolate my target and we're talking.  Holiday then calls me over to talk.  So I walk over and talk to him and he introduces me to some guy.  Apparently, the guy is friends with the HB.  Chat with him for a bit, he's total AFC.  I say "excuse me" and head back to my target.  Chat up with her some more.  Run Cs vs. Us.  They're just eating this stuff up and HB's UG sister is falling for Holiday.  I laugh.  He can't get away from her.  Apparently, it's HB's birthday and they're there celebrating, so we connect on the fact we're both there celebrating birthdays.  Good shit.  We're talking and HB's other girl friends come up and say they're going to the dancefloor to dance.  They told her to come dance with them.  She says not yet.  They ask, how long.  She says she doesn't know.  They ask how long again.  She responds in an angrier tone that she doesn't know.  Her friends respond meekly to come find them on the dance floor later.  I am money.  I got a HB to diss her friends so she could talk to me.  THIS SHIT WORKS!!  So I chat with her a little longer.  I then tell her that it's her birthday and she should go find her friends.  She smiles, says OK, kisses me on the cheek and leaves.  I'm freaking stoked.  This is an awesome trip.  haha.  It's getting pretty late by now and Holiday and I are getting pretty exhausted so we decide to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chill in the Hard Rock for a while, scoping out all the hot chicks.  We see AC Slater.  We freak out.  It's time to go back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back and decide to get a bite to eat at the cafe in the hotel.  We get our food and sit outside.  I see a 3 set and decide to approach.  Drunk GF.  Opens them up.  I'm high energy.  I'm the shit.  Things are going well.  Run best friends test on 2 of them.  They eat it up.  Then I tell them that I need to go back to my friend, so they tell me to go bring him there.  So I go get Holiday and we merge groups.  He tries to run game, but he's tired.  He has no energy.  His lack of energy is draining the energy and life from the 3 set.  We're losing them.  I interject with high energy and girls pick it up again.  The set just kind of dies.  So Holiday and I retire for the night and the weekend.  Great learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Energy level.  It needs to be high.  If it's not high, the girls won't respond.  Holiday has since eliminated that sticking point and he's so money in sets.&lt;br /&gt;2.  This shit works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun ass weekend.  Great results for a newbie.  Things are progressing smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114617623656301769?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114617623656301769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114617623656301769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617623656301769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617623656301769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-are-really-hot-girls-at-vegas.html' title='Where Are the Really Hot Girls At?  Vegas!!'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114617377870205120</id><published>2006-04-27T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:01:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time for Everything - Club Approaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following takes place in November 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Holiday's cousin is throwing a party at some club in Hollywood.  He invites us to go along with him.  He also brings along OCWaterBoy, best friend of AsianPlayboy and OC king of Direct Game. This is going to be a very eventful and educational night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the club and get in and the first set is mine.  A 2 set of Asian girls.  Good warm-up.  I use the same opener about my friend buying a dog and wanting to name it after an 80s cartoon character.  It gets a decent response, but I'm not used to vibing at all yet and it kind of dies out.  Then I use another opener, boxers or briefs.  It has a little steam, but it dies and so does the conversation.  I eject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all open sets while OCWaterBoy looks on, sending us into sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the lines, I start using an opener of, "So are you guys here for the birthday party or the fashion show?"  Holiday's cousin is affiliated with the fashion show and we somehow found out there was a birthday party being celebrated at the same club.  It gets some response, but since I had no other material and lacked in vibing skill, those sets went nowhere and I would eject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCWaterBoy tells us to try the Drunk Girlfriend opener, which would become one of my staples for quite a while.  Like Style says, there's nothing girls like better than talking about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I'm pretty exhausted.  I've already opened around 7 sets, but I decide to go for one more.  I use the Drunk GF opener on a 2 set.  It pretty much tanks.  It doesn't engage both girls.  One girl, pretty much just completely ignores me and gives me this, what is this guy talking about look.  The other girl pays attention and answers the opener, but it just looks like she is trying to help/being nice.  I eject and OCWaterBoy says, wow, I could tell all the way from over here that that didn't go so well.  Their body language was completely out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things I learned from these interactions:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Congruency.  You need to feel congruent with whatever material you're using or the girls will see right through you as being fake.  You need to find what you feel comfortable using and keep using it until you get it down.   Practice practice practice.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Not having any energy.  This was probably the biggest reason for the flop in the last set.  If you don't go in friendly, upbeat, and with some energy, you're going to get blown out.  No one's going to want to listen to you if you're tired, frowning, and have no energy.  This will also be seen in the Vegas sarges in a future post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also on this night where I saw the possibility that the Best Friends Test could really have potential and work.  It would be used in Vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114617377870205120?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114617377870205120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114617377870205120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617377870205120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617377870205120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-time-for-everything-club.html' title='First Time for Everything - Club Approaches'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114617130436581002</id><published>2006-04-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:20:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very First Cold Approach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following takes place some time in October/November 2005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Game&lt;/span&gt;, it was time to start trying out some of the things we had read about.  It would begin with some approaches a la Mystery Method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, Holiday and his roommate lived in Costa Mesa, essentially right across the street from Triangle Square.  Due to the convenience, we decided to head over there and make our way to Yardhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the escalators had reached the top floor, a seated 2 set was immediately visible, so it was time for me to approach.  It's always that first set that's the hardest to approach.  A tight knot forms in your stomach and you want to run away, but somehow, you make your legs continue in their motion, but you know that any disturbance or breeze will send you running.  As I reach the 2 set and begin to approach from the front, they start talking to some middle aged woman.  I'm thinking, "FUCK!  What do I do now?!"  Instead of running and whimpering, I decided it was too late now, I needed to press through.  So I squatted in front of them (not the best position to be in, but a newbie mistake) and proceed to carry on with the opener:  "Hey guys, I wanted to get your opinion on something."  And then proceed to tail off as if I had *just* realized they were talking to the middle-aged woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."&lt;br /&gt;2 set:   "Oh, it's ok.  We were just trying to find out where Shark's is at.  Do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Um, shoot, I can't recall exactly."&lt;br /&gt;Middle-aged woman (MAW):  "I think it's (somewhere).  Does that sound right?"&lt;br /&gt;D:  "Yeah, I think that sounds right."&lt;br /&gt;MAW proceeds to leave.&lt;br /&gt;D:  "As I was saying, I wanted to get your guys' opinion about something.  My friend is buying a dog and he wants to name it after some 80s cartoon.  Have any ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;2 set:  "No Idea.  Well, actually..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we try to come up with cartoons, but can't come up with any.  80s cartoons are tough to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the lines, Holiday calls me up and tells me not to squat and go sit in a chair at their table.  So I proceed to walk around and sit down in front of them and they turn around to face me.  Good call.  We shoot the shit some more.  They tell me they were trying to get into Sutra, but couldn't get in because they're under 21 so they were trying to find another place to go to since they drove out all the way from Riverside.  We talk some more and I eject as I didn't really want to talk to them any longer.  I now wanted to open more sets, talk to more people.  A new hunger started to take life.  A hunger that only a select few people know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told them it was nice to meet them and good luck.  Went off to find my friends and went into Yardhouse where there were no other sets to open.  And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things I did wrong looking back on that first set:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Squatting.  Never squat in front of the girl/set.  It's very awkward.  Instead, if there's an open chair, go sit in it.  DUH.  Or pull up a chair.  Or make the girl stand up, twirl her around and steal her chair.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Leaning in during conversation.  Back then, I had a bad habit of always leaning in whenever I spoke to people.  Always lean back, relax, and take up a lot of space.  Make them lean into you.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Nervous laughter.  That's a problem that took me a long time to get over.  It shows nervousness and lack of confidence. It can also show a deficiency with regards to social interaction.  Not exactly what you want to portray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114617130436581002?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114617130436581002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114617130436581002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617130436581002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114617130436581002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-very-first-cold-approach.html' title='My Very First Cold Approach'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26992219.post-114602910643059976</id><published>2006-04-25T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:54:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post as an Aspiring PUA</title><content type='html'>Well, I have finally started a blog to document my journey.  It is actually pretty exciting since I have been an aspiring PUA for the past 6 months now.  I first got into the Game when a couple of friends, which includes my most trusted wing &lt;a href="http://holidaypua.blogspot.com"&gt;Holiday&lt;/a&gt;, told me to read The Game by Neil Strauss.   I had just gotten out of a relationship (if you can call it that), and I decided that I had been sitting on my ass long enough.  It was time for a change because even though I had just been banging the hottest girl I knew, that situation didn't last.  Something went wrong somewhere and I wanted, no, needed to know how to make all of my relationships with the opposite sex be more like my first long-term relationship (a cute girl, but not as hot as the last girl), where I had all the power and the girl always kept coming back for more.   Seeing that hot girl (the last girl) eventually become fat and ugly while I started banging even hotter girls was additional motivation that I used to start me on my journey.  So at that, my wing Holiday, another friend, and I started on our journey to becoming PUAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before I get into the stories of what has already taken place, I will point out the goals I have set out for myself to pace my progress as a PUA, some of which I have already accomplished.  Of course, they get more difficult as they get completed.  Without further ado, here are my goals:&lt;br /&gt;  1.  Learn material/Read as much about pick-up as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;  2.  Start approaching.&lt;br /&gt;  3.  Create attraction, build rapport, and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;  4.  # close.&lt;br /&gt;  5.  In club makeout/kiss-close.&lt;br /&gt;  6.  Day 2s.&lt;br /&gt;  7.  F-close.&lt;br /&gt;  8.  mLTRs.&lt;br /&gt;  9.  LTR with the One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A little more background on me.  Now, unfortunately, unlike many of the PUAs you might have read about in The Game, I view pick-up as a hobby, a lifestyle, and not as an obsession.  I do not go out 4-5 nights a week.  If I sarge 2 nights a week, I consider that a very productive week.  This is more a fact of circumstance than a real choice.  If I had a choice, I probably would sarge a whole lot more, but I value my income, job, and future financial stability too much to sacrifice that in order to bang a lot more hot chicks.  I wouldn't consider myself in as much a dire situation as many other aspiring PUAs.  In a way that helps since I am currently working at a job that requires many long hours during the week leaving me very little time to do any weeknight sarging.  Am I planning on staying at this job forever?  Of course not.  I know it is stunting my growth as a PUA and that is probably THE main reason why I am looking for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe I'm just being "an Excuser" as &lt;a href="http://www.attractanddate.com"&gt;Shark&lt;/a&gt; would say, but for now, it's the life that I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For all the other PUAs out there, I hope you find my blog entertaining, invigorating, sometimes unbelievable, but most of all, helpful and educational.  Please feel free to leave me comments/suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26992219-114602910643059976?l=dpua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/feeds/114602910643059976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26992219&amp;postID=114602910643059976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114602910643059976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26992219/posts/default/114602910643059976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpua.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-first-post-as-aspiring-pua.html' title='My First Post as an Aspiring PUA'/><author><name>D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13043175940967680732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
