FR#19: When in Doubt, Escalate

Date: 2009-10-30 Friday
Place--Subway, Union Square, Lincoln Sq Rooftop Lounge
Time--05:00

17 Approached
7 Hooked
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I head into the city to check out my new apartment. On the way to the subway, I see this Asian girl walking ahead of me who is my age. She is shepherding two kids - her cousins. The girl glances back at me a few times, so I open her. I feel weird gaming her in front of the kids, so I do not try to number close.

On the subway, I sit next to an attractive Dominican lady in her early thirties. After ten minutes of AA, I ask her what book she is reading and we flow easily into conversation. I kino her arms and thighs with zero resistance. I get very flirtatious and sexual with her and she likes it. Suddenly, I realize my stop is here. I got so caught up that I did not number close her!

I check out my apartment, then head to Union Square. I sarge several more people whom I cannot remember - they must've blown me out very fast. I approach, try to say something, but few of the sets open, let alone hook. After the approach the girl will generally start walking faster to escape. I figure I am coming off as needy or threatening.
I have begun keeping a set tally in pen on my wrist.

I go buy a bottle of water and as I am leaving the super market, I see a girl at the photo development desk. She is very cute, but I AA and pass her by. I walk out, but after a few steps, I turn about, head back in, and approach her and get blown out after a few exchanges.

I head down to St Marks Pl as I do more sets. I'm feeling hungry, so I enter the pizza shop there. I see two girls eating inside and approach. "I'm picking you guys up."
"Haha, all right!"
"Your bidding on us?"
"Bidding? Do I look that rich to you? No, I'm picking you up. So, what are you waiting for? Reject me." [I should have teased her. "You guys are on sale? I'm not sure I would shell out the money to buy both of you - I'd have to get to know you guys first!"]
"What? We're not going to reject you." We fluff for a while until they mention they're both seventeen.
"Woah, you guys are a bit too young for me. I totally thought you were older. Well, I guess you guys are getting rejected."
"Really? Wow, that has never happened to me before."
"First time for everything. Have a good night, ladies."
It is funny how when I think back to this set, all I remember is that these two girls towered over me.

I head outside and see a mixed five set with one cute Asian girl. I have an urge to open them in a weird way, but I can't muster the courage. Something like, "Yo, what's up everyone. [I turn to the girl.] I'm hitting on you right now. I plan on ignoring your friends because they aren't very sexy. By the way, is this guy your boyfriend? He's not violent is he? Does he have a gun? What about a knife? Okay, awesome - I'm still hitting on you then."

By 8:30 PM, I reach about ten sets. It's time to head to the Lincoln Sq Rooftop Lounge.

I go in, and as I'm walking towards the balcony, an HB9.5 talking with a Black guy gives me the hottest eye contact I've ever experienced. I just keep walking though and find Gman. I tell him about the EC and he encourages me to open them, advising me to befriend and disarm the guy first.
I introduce myself to the guy, while I give the girl some light eye contact. I end up ignoring her for the most part. She is smiling at me and is still giving me crazy eye contact, but with the boyfriend right here, I do not feel so comfortable. Finally, we eject, but not before I find out that they are regulars here. Hopefully, by the next time I see this girl, I will have grown a pair!

Gman and I hang out near the bar when I spot a cute brunette. I get the courage together and approach. She turns out to be a waitress and she has the strangest dynamic. She talks with me in a tone that is almost cold, yet she opens easily and we start talking. I am struggling conversationally, though, so I eject. I have prescribed to Gunwitch's mantra, "Make the ho say no," which is great in theory, but I have difficulty applying it.

Suddenly, a beautiful brunette dressed as a devil walks into the club. She's tall and looks like Kristen Bell. She scans the bar for her friends and I go in. She is super friendly and I invite her to hang with Gman and I if she cannot find her friends.

At 9:30, MasterP arrives and I go downstairs to meet him. When we join up with Gman, the devil comes back and we talk. The talking is stalling, but she is easygoing and tolerates my interrogation-esque conversation style. She goes off again and will later return to say good bye. When she does, I try to number close her, but she resists and leaves the lounge.

I am considering buying a voice recording key chain thing to hang around my neck. I would like to remember better how I talked with these girls because after a day's time and a dozen approaches, the details begin to fuzz. Having the recording would give me an idea of how I present myself - I really need to order one soon.

Gman's brother - V - and his friend arrive. V's friend is a sweet guy, but he's not really bought into all this PUA stuff. V, on the other hand, impressed me. He was the one that got me into some of my good sets this night.
After some chatting, V opens a seated two set (respect) - a 5 and an 8. Gman nods at me. "Sparrow, go help out my brother!" I jump into the set without thinking or AAing.
On my way over, I notice Gman is talking with the 5. I figure he is trying to disarm the friend, but he is in for one hell of a fight. This girl is like Fort Knox - as cold and interesting as a cube of ice.

I saddle up next to the 8, which is the only place left to sit in the set, and try to give V some isolation. The 8 turns out to be cool, and I start picturing us fucking to get into state. I begin kinoing her arms and lower thighs. Before long, I pull back her hair a bit. "Your earrings are huge. They look heavy!" It was a retarded comment, but she doesn't seem to mind. Instead, she turns her head to let me touch her. We fluff as I move closer so my legs are against hers with my arm resting on her shoulder.
She is half-Black, half-Italian, and I tell her that her hair has an interesting texture and begin stroking it as we talk. She smiles and comments on my hair as she plays with it. I drop a few really sexual comments between topics as I tug on her hair at the base of her scalp. At the time, I couldn't believe what I was getting away with, but now I know I should have escalated much further. Remember, always choose caveman over chode. Just go for it.

Suddenly, I look over and V is getting up. Gman had come over earlier and had also gotten blown out by the 5, so now it's just the three of us. I try to pull the 5 into the conversation a bit and she lightens up, but I am afraid I will lose the set if I don't get isolation. I try to jump the girls to somewhere else in the room, but they aren't moving, so I get up to enlist MasterP for isolation.
We return and he gets blown out. In retrospect, I should have just grabbed the Italian and made out with her. I had gotten so attached to her, but was stupidly afraid of ostracizing her friend. Her friend had seen us all coming from a mile away and was dead set on being close-mouthed.

Finally, I roll off the set and meet James, a PUA and friend of MasterP. Gman then points to V and tells me to help him out with a girl.
The girl is an Indian 9. V stalls and ejects as I talk with her. I'm afraid I keep stealing V's sets, but I really don't mean for him to keep ejecting. We fluff for a while, but when I start to feel the conversation stall, I eject and rejoin my half-Italian 8. I was committed to going far with her, not to mention the Indian chick and I were in direct view of my half-Italian.

At a loss in terms of isolation and moving the girls, I excuse myself and go look for Gavin. He's outside with two chicks and two guys who look like bouncers. One guy tells me he's the older brother of the brunette and that he'll beat up anyone who hits on her. I assure them that she is safe for me, then start hitting on her.

Gavin and I work the set. I am interested in the brunette, but the blond won't have it and starts to kino me a lot. At the time, I was too into it to work the set intelligently. I should have ignored and negged the brunette to get her attention. At the same time, I should have given the blond attention while making her a friend and not a sexual interest.
Eventually, a couple of AMOGs come in and try to steal the girls from me. I hold my ground for about ten minutes, but one of them is an HG 8.5 and a total natural. Eventually, I try to get the blond to come out and dance with me, but I get AMOGed out of it. I exit and talk with MasterP who tells me to go get the brunette's number. I go in and fail! She number closes me, which I won't ever let happen again. If a girl ever asks for my number, I will reverse roles by telling her that I am afraid of being stalked.

I come out and rejoin the Italian and she starts getting really warm with me. I get a phone call, run outside to take it, but when I come back, the two girls are gone. At the time, I thought it was the 5 who pulled her friend away. While that may be true, I now know that the 8 had probably grown impatient waiting for me to man up and escalate all the way.

Gman eventually leaves for a hot date at another lounge. MasterP, James, and I talk for a bit and open a few more sets, then leave.

On the street, MasterP and James talk with me about my expectations for myself. "Sparrow, what is your goal in terms of by when you want to get laid?" asks MasterP.
"By tomorrow night," I reply curtly with a smirk. He suggests I tell myself that I will definitely get laid by my 23rd birthday - a year and a half from now. MasterP is right that my mindset is making me come off needy and that a more powerful and lasting goal is a longterm one - after all, there are plenty of woman out there and only one of me. As long as I keep practicing, my game will improve and the sex will come.
Intellectually, I agree with this, but I cannot help wanting to get the kiss and the sex. As I write this entry, though, I feel that as exciting as kissing and sex are, meeting all kinds of people, having cool conversations, and becoming socially savvy are actually more appealing. Of course, as I write this, I do not have a pretty girl gazing into my eyes with her hand on my thigh.


MasterP and I part ways with James and we go grab some food. As we eat, we talk about theory and walk around. Finally, we say good night. I am immensely lucky to have met so many experienced PUAs in New York.

MasterP leaves me some homework.
1. Put together three long stories that I can tell someone.
2. Sign up for Improvisational Comedy classes at UCB.
3. Get down 20 non-interrogation questions to ask a girl. MasterP will send me these.

Okay, I'll do it.


On the subway, I sarge a bit. In particular, I hook this cool black chick that is training to be a speech therapist. Unfortunately, I am not able to get anywhere with her and I can't remember where I went wrong - I haven't slept much between then and now. Probably I did not escalate kino enough or get her looking at me to give her smut eyes.

I get home. I can't wait to move to Manhattan.

FR#18: Krishna, HK Lounge, and AA

Date: 2009-10-29 Thursday
Place--Subway, Hell's Kitchen Lounge, Pianos
Time--03:00

11 Approached
2 Hooked
0 #Closed
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Krishna tells me about a Halloween party at the Hell's Kitchen Lounge. Yes, I am down.

On the subway, two girls sit across from me and I have to open, but I AA like crazy. One of them mentions that it's so early - it's 11:30. "Hey, I've got an idea. I'm heading to a party with a friend. Come along guys." They are heading downtown to meet some friends.

Later, I approach a Chinese guy and ask him some questions about the tone of a character. With my fancy new jacket and black gloves, I feel like a thug, so I wonder if my look is intimidating. He is frightened until he realizes I'm an innocent, little college student who speaks Mandarin.

I exit the subway, and after AAing out of tons of sets on the sidewalk, I open a group of sailor-dressed guys and ask for directions.
I walk into a DuaneRead and open a three set of black 8s and 9s. I ask for directions to the HK Lounge even though I know how to get there. One girl invites me to party with them, but I'm meeting Krishna. What a stupid decision.

I grab some cash from an ATM and open the girl next to me who had been speaking French to her boy friend. "So, you guys are from France?" She backs away.

I wait at the club forever and get to know the errand boy of the club owner. He worked on Wall St until the economy imploded. He is almost finished with his broker certification - he tells me anyone can get it and start working, so it is something to look into. We fluff for about 20 minutes until Krishna arrives.
When Krishna hears what the club is like - he thought it was a lounge - he says he'd rather go to the Lower East Side. We head for Pianos.

In Pianos, I approach a Chinese two set. One speaks Canto, the other Mandarin. I ignore the Canto girl completely and talk with the Mando girl who translates for her friend. I know I am digging myself into a whole by not paying her friend attention, but I do it because I am too nervous to create conversation another way. Sure enough, the ostracized Canto girl announces, "We're going to the bathroom." I grin as they both leave - although I failed the set, I didn't die of AA.

Krishna meanwhile opens a set and I come in to wing him. He directs me to chat up one girl, but I can't break through the girl's icy exterior.
Krishna points to some guys and girls behinds and tells me to engage them. I open the set - it's a mixed four set: two guys, two girls. I chat up the guys, but then just talk with the girls. I stay in the set until the guys turn their back toward me, pushing me out. Krishna later tells me I should have rolled off way sooner and opened more sets.

We head upstairs and after dancing, Krishna opens a two set. I come in and try to wing him so he can isolate, but the set breaks. It is possible that my entry was too early, but I had said one sentence when the girls left - I think this was another case of failure to disarm the obstacle. Before I had entered, Krishna had only interacted with the target.

We leave and catch the subway. On the platform, Krishna opens are pretty Korean girl. A two set stands behind us - two women in their thirties - completely bored. After maybe ten minutes of AA, I approach them and we talk for five minutes until the train comes. I open with, "Guys! I am so bored. You look bored too."

Subway home is full of guys.





Inner Game: Mad, Bad, and Dangerous

On Juggler's Blog, there's an article about a man named Bryon. He is "Mad, bad, and dangerous to know."

I want it.

Inner Game: "Leave her better off."

Bootcamp and I were talking yesterday about using PUA to make people happy.

Check out this article by Chief, a PUA I often chat with in the mPUAForum chat room:


Thanks Chief --

FR#17: Alternating P&S

Title: How to Overcome Street Game AA - Alternating P&S

Date: 2009-10-27 Tuesday
Place--Subway, St Marks Pl, Union Sq Park
Time--02:00

6 Approached
2 Hooked
1 #Closed
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I like the rain. It's mysterious and romantic - just not when I'm wearing canvass shoes and my feet are cold and wet.
I do not feel like going out, but I go. I am convinced today will be another AA day. Couple that with waiting forty minutes at Astor Pl only to not meet up with a wingman who had a broken phone, I am not feeling it.

In need of comfort food, I go to Dojo because that hot mom from the play date last week had raved about it. The food was extremely cheap and pretty good - although the veggie burger sort of tasted like sand (good sand though).
As I walk back to St Marks Pl, I realize I am wearing way too little. This is a good opportunity to get an awesome jacket. I enter a store on Broadway between 6th and 8th St. The sales associate is cute and I get her to give me opinions on jackets. I buy the more stylish jacket as I chat her up and she tells me to come around and hang out.

I'm feeling a bit better, but when I get to St Marks, I am too nervous to approach. Bootcamp comes (I feel bad calling him ShortAsian - plus, he is taller than I am). We walk around, chat, hesitate a lot, then decide to get down to it. We stake out a stoop at St Marks, but again we hesitate.
Suddenly, I see a cute Asian and run after her. She heads into a Japanese grocery and I follow. "Excuse me, uhhhh..." She glares at me and walks away. Gotta love it!

Bootcamp and I decide to alternate, but as I point out a girl and he stands, he hesitates.
St Marks is winding down, so we head to Union Sq Park. We've warmed up a bit and start alternating approaches on the way up. I talk to a Japanese girl, him an Indian. I talk to a girl on her iPod, he to someone else.
My opener here is, "Hey, I saw you as I was walking by - you have a gorgeous face and I had to come and talk with you." Later, Krishna points out that I'm giving her too much value with this. If I insist on opening with a compliment, I should say something like, "I saw you as I was walking by - you're pretty cute. Do you have a cool personality to back up that smile?"

As we walk through Union Sq Park, a girl on her phone gives me crazy eye contact. I let it go, but we loop around when we see empty streets and Bootcamp encourages me to talk to her. Krishna later advises that the fact I waited so long devalued me quite a bit. When I get the first or second eye contact, I need to go in.
I compliment her on her eyes and we fluff for a minute. She asks me to wait a minute for her to finish up on the phone. I wait like a chump until Bootcamp came and said we had to go.
I'm grateful to get out of there. As soon as she wanted to get back on the phone, I should have said, "My friend and I need to get going. We'll grab some coffee this weekend. What's the best way to contact you?"

Bootcamp then opens a girl wearing a furry coat and earmuff headphones. He number closes and 10 minutes later gets a text from her! Unfortunately, Bootcamp isn't really attracted.

A Korean with a sketch pad crossing the street gives me eye contact. Usually, I do not get this much eye contact. I think it's my jacket. Bootcamp nudges me at her and I sprint across the street. She's very sweet and after a few minutes, she puts her umbrella over me. "This sounds like an excuse," she says, "but art students are really busy. Here's my number though - you can actually call me later." I hope she doesn't flake.

In the meantime, Bootcamp opens a girl about her boots, fluffs, then finds out she's meeting a guy. I think he could have closed her, though - she apparently never said boyfriend.

Bootcamp leaves, so I grab some food and meet up with Krishna. By this time, it's raining hard and nobody is around. We walk around Whole Foods, then catch the train back to Queens.



FR#16: PUA Powwow

Title: Three Sets - When Three is One and Two is None; Freaking Out Blue-Haired Girls; Angry Black Chicks

Date: 2009-10-26 Monday
Place--Subway, Queens Mall, Meatpacking District, Lower East Side, Times Square
Time--04:00

6 Approached
2 Hooked
0 Closed
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I can open singles on the subway. However, it is subway two and three sets scare me. This is the beginning of the cure:
I saw two HB10s on the train. They were both Asian and they were both singles. I AAed and then noticed a three set of Chinese 8s. Compared to the 10s, no problem. Plus, they looked Thai, so...I switch seats.
"Ni hao! You guys are from China right?" Fluff. "You know, she looks Thai. You guys are from Southern China, right?"
"OMG, she's from Jiangsu, I'm from Nanjing." Wow, I can't believe I guessed right. The closest one tries to speak some English with me, but she messes up a lot - I hope I'm making her nervous (in a good way of course).
There's Red, Round, and the Interceptor (I'm screwing with their Chinese names here). I can see and easily flirt with Red and Round from my seat, but the Interceptor is hidden from view in the corner.
Red asks me where I am getting off. She gets excited when I tell her we're getting off at the same place. One stop before, the Interceptor grabs her friends hands and says, "We can get off here."

Lesson learned: Sarge all three or lose all three. Never ignore any girls in the set.


Krishna and I meet up at the Queens Mall to chat. Later, he shows me a cheap place to buy nice shoes so I don't get barred from lounges. He also showed me H&M so I can stop being such an ignoramus, especially in front of cute Philippinas.

We then head over to 14th and 9th Ave where we meet Whisp and MasterP. These three guys - including Krishna - all have great game. I am thankful to be surrounded by so much experience.

We run around the Meat Packing District and we can't find any places, and are rejected from one when the bouncer sees I'm wearing a T-shirt. Whisp then number closes a gorgeous black woman who turns out to be a compatriot.

We grab a taxi and try the Pianos area. In Pianos, I try to approach a girl, but as I reach to tap her on the elbow, I chicken out. She sees my move and...wow, it's totally embarrassing. As I approach the stairs to look for Whisp, I see him opening the same girl! AA sucks. Personally, I think it's performance anxiety in front of all these experienced dudes.

We bounce and most places are empty, but we hear of a place called the Fat Hippo. On the way, we ask for directions to this bar, and one set includes a girl with blue hair. As Whisp and MasterP talk with them, I feel like this blue-haired chick is familiar. "Hey, I think I've seen you somewhere before." The blue-haired girl runs away. Apparently that's a really shitty pick up line, especially when delivered as masterfully as I did.

We enter the Fat Hippo and Krishna blows open a set. He stays in there for about 15 minutes while MasterP, Whisp, and I wait around the corner.
After Krishna comes out, we go back to Pianos. I AA while Krishna and MasterP open a couple sets. MasterP tries to signal us to wing him, but we don't notice. Oops.
We chill downstairs and the guys give me a pep talk on various principles. They then push me to open an adjacent set of guys. I do it very nervously.

We bounce to Macdougal for Indian fast food, then call it a night.

As Krishna and I are in the subway, when I start thinking about ice cream. The thought fills me with energy (I'm four years old at heart) and seeing as I had hardly sarged all night, I decide to spend the energy sarging at Times Square.
I get off the F Train early, but Times Square is empty. I head over to a restaurant where I used to work, expecting to see an old coworker. Instead, someone else is at the cashier. I must have a strange look of nostalgia on my face because as I walk in, the cashier gives eyes me as if I'm grinning. "What," she says at first. "Er, uh, can I help you?" I'm still far away at this point and although she's a 7, I suddenly feel like taking her somewhere private and screwing her brains out. And she can see it in my eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" I say through a grin. We banter back and forth and she's being extremely suggestive with me. I can tell her Buying Temperature is rocketing because she starts returning my Smut Eyes. I buy a slice of Cheese Cake. (Fuck it - I give up. I'm Vegetarian. Veganism is but a hobby now.) The girl refuses, however, to even give me the slice while I flirt with her - I know she wants me.
She holds onto the slice for five minutes and throws shit tests at me, trying to make me grab at the cake she's holding just out of reach. Damn, I could be having sex right now if only I hadn't lost my head. I should have continued the conversation, while keeping up the innuendos and sexual looks, but I couldn't help it. I tell her I want her (I can't believe I'm being so sexual) and she backs off.

Maybe I'll go back after two weeks and try again.

On the way home, I see this black 8 on the platform. She looks tired, and we share some EC. I sit next to her on the subway and she simply turns to me, glares, and says, "Don't sit so close."
"Okay." I think my EC came off as sketchy. Then again, maybe she was having a terrible day. Still, as I sat next to her (not too close, mind you), I thought how nice it would be to have a response for her attitude - a way of diffusing her anger, opening her up, and making her feel a little better or even giving her some empathy.
This is what I came up with as a possible response and follow up conversation:
Sparrow: Peace, man. Peace.
HB: I don't want peace with you. Get the fuck away.
Sparrow: Well, I want peace with you. I certainly don't want war - if you went Kung Fu on me, those nails of yours would fucking rip me a new one. Listen, it seems like you're having a rough night. I just saw a beautiful girl and wanted to say hi. I'll leave it at that.

Something to that effect. I'd like to leave her with a compliment when she's having a bad day even if she never speaks to me again. If PUAs can make people feel good about themselves, then PUAs should do just that. Spread the happiness, right? And don't worry - you won't be branded a Socialist for it.

FR#15: P&S with Rufio

Date: 2009-10-25 Sunday
Place--Subway, St Marks Place, Times Square
Time--03:00

11 Approached
3 Hooked
0 Closed
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Rufio calls me. I go to Astor place to meet up and as I'm passing Cold Stone, I see one of the older PUAs that was at the Mystery Meet Up. I run over and talk with him.
Rufio calls me and tells me to go to St Marks Pl and 2nd Ave, but that on the way, I should ask directions from a bunch of people to warm up. Cool.

I start asking people where 2nd Ave is, then run into a Chinese 9 on her earphones. I tap her on the elbow, but she admits she's not from the area, so I throw some Chinese at her and she hooks. We walk and talk, but then has to go eat, so I break.
I ask three more people - all of whom are right next to each other. They are all giving me questioning looks like - didn't you just ask me the same question? Very amusing.

I meet up with Rufio and Lupin. Lupin has to go, so Rufio and I sit on a stoop and chat. Suddenly, he jumps up. "Excuse me, Sparrow." He sprints down the street and opens a girl. I watch from a distance and she starts chatting the hell out of him - awesome.
I turn around and open a Chinese two set by asking if the nearby Japanese place is good. After a few minutes, I go into a Korean jewelry store. I chat up an HB9 who turns out to also be a Sophomore at my school - I use my Korean on her, ask her some questions, but as I feel the conversation dying, I tell her I'm looking for a present for my girlfriend. That buys me another five minutes, but it still is kind of silly.
I exit and grab a $1 slice from Two Brothers' Pizza (Just walk down St Marks Pl from 3rd Ave to 2nd and it'll be on your right. Don't you love free advertising?).
I head back and meet up with Rufio, who had opened two girls. One of them had this sexy Arabic accent. We chat, but Rufio says good-bye, so we go.

As we take the subway to 42nd Street, Rufio tells me about Lupin's exploits today. They were playing "Point and Shoot," which is when Rufio sees an HB and literally throws you at her. A friend of his, Dark Nes, once grabbed the hand of a trainee and stuck it on the shoulder of a passing HB. It's a good method for getting over AA.

On the subway, he points out a girl. I hesitate, then walk up. She takes one look at me and mumbles, "I am really not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Good night."
Rufio tells me I approached slowly, like I was nervous, etc. Nervousness has its place in street game, he says, but right now it wasn't working for me.
Later, we see someone else. "Sparrow, d'you like Jewish girls?"
"Yeah, sure - oof!" Rufio launches me in the girl's direction. I almost fall over, but I recover and start sprinting towards her as I laugh. She is already half-way up the stairs out of the station, and a couple people suddenly get in front of me. She passes through the turnstile and...is gone.
Rufio is coming up the stairs behind me to get a look and I'm grinning and shaking my head.

We exit in Grand Central. Rufio needs to use the bathroom. On the steps leading down, there are a couple people sitting - in particular an HB8 Philippino. I sit down next to her. "I was passing by and noticed you. You are so cute, so I just had to talk with you." I am extremely nervous and try hard to slow down my speech. I think she notices and it opens her up. We talk for a couple minutes until Rufio comes out. "Hey man! We've got to go!" I say good-bye, which was retarded. The girl lives in CT, but I should have number closed her. Rufio kicks himself for being so abrupt, but it was perfect - a false time constraint - I just didn't capitalize on it.

At Times Square, we get free hugs from some French people, check out a cool bar called Havana Central, and talk. Eventually, we head back.

As I'm nearing my stop, I see these two frizzy-haired girls - maybe 19. I want to approach, but AA really bad. They look over at me a couple times, but I can't do it. I get up to get off, but the train stalls for a few minutes. I take it as a sign from God and approach.
I'm really nervous and they blow me out quickly and my stop soon arrives. At least I went up.

Rufio: Guy is way cool, has a lot of good advice, and he is all about sarging. He style is natural and his strong point is street game, but I am not sure how he'd work that in a club. On the street, everyone is bored and is going from point A to B. In a club, girls are hyper-stimulated and are are getting approached all the time. You need something that really catches their attention.

FR#14: Webster Hall Blow Out

Date: 2009-10-24 Saturday
Place--Subway, Webster Hall
Time--02:00

5 Approached
1 Hooked
0 Closed
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I am just not in the mood to sarge. On the subway, I open an Asian 7, but just run out of conversation and don't put in any effort.
I met up with TheHitter, William, and Traveler at Webster hall. We talk, then we sarge.

TheHitter is a cool dude, very knowledgeable, has been doing this for about a year. His style is more natural.
Traveler uses canned material and has several good openers down pat. I admire that. I thought I had figured out this canned versus natural stuff, but several natural PUAs are telling me to just do it natural even from now. Whatever, I'll do both.
William also uses canned stuff, as well as pre-planned kino routines. That's cool and I'd like to learn more of that.

Traveler enters a set as TheHitter and I talk. After a bit, Traveler asks me to give him some isolation because he's working a bachelorette party. I hook the closest girl and chat up two of the other girls in the party.

I really am not paying attention as I sarge, so I don't have accurate counts. I know I approached at least four sets in Webster Hall, maybe more.
Traveler pushed me to dance on a platform with some girls. I tried, but was rejected. Remind me to take dancing lessons.

I opened two girls who listened intently for a minute or more until in a French accent, they said they did not speak English well. I try to repeat my opener in French, but it turns into Chinese and I eventually shake their hands and leave, lol. The opener I used was one of Tyler Durden's: "I lost my friends! They were around here and now I can't find them. What should I do?" The girls shrug. "Do you remember when we were kids, we could just walk up to anyone and say, 'Do you want to be my friend?'" I had only read the opener twice in passing, but it just popped into my head because I had lost my friends.

William and I met up and we would circle a room, each from opposite sides and try to open before meeting up on the other side. Each time, I was blown out quickly.

Another thought: Webster Hall is so freaking loud. I don't like that at all, but I want to be able to sarge in any environment, so I'll try to go back at least once each week.

After two hours, I left. Whatever - shit days are part of the experience. Later, I ask around for advice on how to get into gear. Here's some of the advice I received:

TheHitter: When you sarge, you build up momentum - that momentum will be either internal or external. If you go into a place and you don't open for a while, you mind is gaining momentum. Instead, open the first set you see when you enter a place. Set the momentum going externally.

MasterP: Think about how awesome you are, what you have to offer, jump around. Know that there is a natural lying inside of you - you just need to bring him out.

TallPhilippino: On the way to a sarge, ask many sets on the street for directions, do something ridiculous with a set, whatever. Get yourself talkative.

FR#13: Meeting Krishna

Title: Team Sarge goes Lone Wolf and the Miraculous Meet Up

Date: 2009-10-23 Friday
Place--Subway, Lincoln Sq Rooftop Lounge
Time--03:00

11 Approached
11 Hooked
1 Number Closed
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Merlin invites me to the Lincoln Sq Rooftop Lounge. "Dress to impress," he says. I go on GQ's website and put something together. Only one person notices my outfit includes white sneakers.

#1 The Architect
HB9.5 Filippina. Prettiest girl I've ever talked with. She's on her earphones, I tap her elbow, ask her about if my clothes are good for a nice lounge. She plays with my shirt and cuffs.
I melt as we fluff. Before she leaves, I fall apart: "Can I have your number?" She hardly manages a good-bye as she flees.
Never ask for a girl's number. The proper strategy is to say, "I really appreciated your help and you seem pretty cool. Let's go [insert thing she likes to do/see/eat that you are supposed to find out about as you fluff her]."

#2 Creepy Mr. Big
The Lincoln Sq Rooftop Lounge is easily the nicest place I've ever been.
I look around for Merlin, decide it's a lost cause. A fat guy is looking out the window and I open him. Apparently he comes every Friday to see the lingerie fashion show. The guy has a creepy air about him - from a lifetime of obesity and social exclusion I'm sure. Remind me to thank my deity for showing me Pick Up.

#3 The Scorpion King
He is a well-dressed up-and-coming fashion designer. When I open him, he is convincing a woman to volunteer to model some lingerie. We talk for 10 minutes.

#4 Harry Potter and the Art of Pick Up
I see a guy who looks like Daniel Radcliffe chatting up two girls. I wonder if he is Merlin. He introduces me to the girls, but he has so many things to tell me that the introduction doesn't last long. Eventually, he starts talking about VH1's Pick Up Artist and tells me his views on it.

By this point, I realize most guys can be opened simply by offering your hand to shake. You're in and they generally hook.

#5 Miss Pudge and the Ice Queen
I excuse myself when I see the Scorpion King talking with two Latinas. I pat him on the back and he accomplish introduces me! The HB8 is pretty cold, and she tells me right off the bat that she has a boyfriend, but the pudgy girl is extremely warm so I game her as hard as I can. Eventually, they go to the bathroom and ask me to watch their drinks.

#6 The Advertisers
I decide I can watch their drinks as I sarge an adjacent two set - an HB6 and 7. I ask them if they've come for the fashion show and they have - they just didn't know it was a lingerie show. The 7 has been staring off for most of the conversation, so I ask her if she's sad. As she opens up a bit, the Latinas return and I merge the sets. I then tell the Latinas that I'm going to go look for some friends.

#7 The Consultant
I look around again for Merlin, but I can't find him. As I'm writing something down at the bar, a man asks me if I'm waiting to order. I tell him no, offer him my hand, and he opens. He is short, unimpressive, and not alpha at all, yet he was invited here by one of the models. He had met her via an online dating site. The fashion show starts and we get a better view and my jaw drops when his friend comes out. In my opinion, she is the hottest model there.

#8 The Other Consultant
Another guy is standing next to us and for some reason I introduce him to the first consultant. Later, we meet Daniel Radcliffe's clone again, who also turns out to be a consultant. What the hell?

#9 A Japanese Biologist-turned-Fashion Photographer and Female After-School Programs
On my way back to the Dominicanas, I see a Japanese photographer and use my corny, "Me so hungry!" line on him.

#10 Krishna and the Mexicana
I return and kino up the pudgy one. She reciprocates. She's just a friend, but I like sexual tension.
I throw negs at the HB8 and she warms up. She refuses to scoot over to let me sit next to the pudgy girl. No go. Eventually, she gets up for a drink. I steal her place and tease her when she returns. Surprisingly, not only does she not get pissed (I was trying to push the envelope), but she smiles.
They introduce me to a Mexican friend of theirs, who comes to sit next to me and accepts a lot of kino.
After fifteen minutes, she remembers her friend and starts to speak with him. I lean my arm on her shoulder and tell her to introduce me. "My name is Krishna," he says. I pause.
Through my sarge networking blog, someone named Krishna had contacted me. We had planned to meet the following Monday for coffee. Is it possible that I am randomly running into this guy now?
"My name's Sparrow." His eyes widen.
"Sparrow!" We jump up and start talking excitedly. I'm sure everyone else is wondering what the fuck is going on.
Krishna and I go to the other side of the lounge and chat. A PUA friend of his is also here - we'll call him LaidBack. They're about to bounce to another club, but unfortunately, I probably will not be let in because of my shoes. It really is time to get this whole fashion-peacocking shit figured out. I have yet to go out and buy PUA gear.

We go back to the group and I meet LaidBack. We bounce and the pudgy Dominicana offers her number. She insists I call her - I grin and tell her I'll think about it. [I call her on Sunday for a few minutes, and I'll call her on Monday.]

On the way to the subway, I tell the Mexicana that we should chill sometime. She says she has a boyfriend. I tell her that's okay, he can cook us breakfast. I should have treated it like she said it was her birthday and given her a hug or something (TheHitter's recommendation). Basically, treat it like nothing that bothers you and just keep going.
LaidBack and I chat. On the platform, as I talk with the pudgy one, the HB8 stands between us and to the side a bit. She is rocking back and forth and keeps bumping into me. I want her really bad, but I am too chicken to escalate after I was escalating the pudgy one.
I decide to day two her and try to work my way to the HB8. Thanks to Chief from the mPUA Forums for giving me some advice on this.

#11 Tapping Caps and Ruffling Hair OR Why Do They Always Have a Boyfriend?
They eventually decide to take a taxi because the subway is not really working.
Later on the 7 Train, there are two girls I want to sarge. The train is too full for me to get around comfortably, so I chicken out.
I transfer to the F and notice the cuter of the two girls from the 7 is here too. I sit next to her as we board and I tap the brim of her cap. "Cute hat."
"Thanks," she says as she pulls out her earphones. "I got it at H&M."
"What is H&M?" Really, I'm not being sarcastic. I really am that stupid when it comes to clothes.
"You're kidding." We fluff, I kino and try to pepper in something sexual. She starts putting in 80% of the conversation and it's definitely the tension that's doing it.
As my stop approaches, I get anxious, so I ask for her number. She says she has a boyfriend and we fluff some more. As I leave, I ruffle her hair through her hat, and she gives me a gorgeous smile.
As I come aboveground, I feel as if I could have gotten much further with her. I should have stayed on the subway, treated her comment about her boyfriend like nothing, and kept kino escalating. In fact, I should have made it very sexual. If she really wanted to stay with her boyfriend, then she would have ended it quickly. If she was looking for adventure - well...

FR#12: Gman and the Swedes

Date: 2009-10-21 Wednesday
Place--E and F Trains, Pianos Lounge
Time--04:00

7 Approached
5 Hooked
0 Closed

50 Approaches since joining the Community
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To and from looking at an apartment in Manhattan (I ended up getting it), I did some subway sarging:

Sarge #1: Headphones
Asian girl with headphones completely blows me out after my opening, "Hey, nice notebook."


Sarge #2: MexHB
A Mexican HB6 - nineteen with a husband and a five year old who shares my name. My opening: [Sparrow opens a pack of candy.] "Would you like an M&M?" She accepts, I hook. She tells me her coworker, a cute girl from Pakistan, is looking for a boyfriend. MexHB offers to introduce me. I pretend to take it seriously, and as I leave, she insists I visit her to meet her coworker. I think I will. How's that for an accomplishment intro?


Sarge #3: Filippina
Filippina HB8. She's reading an ancient looking book that her friend lent her. Inspirational stories. She is friendly, but I cannot hook.


Sarge #4: The Swedes
Gman and I meet up for the first time at Pianos. He is well-dressed, well-traveled, and engaging - as far as I can tell, he is a natural. After buying drinks, I notice an HB9 or 10 completely goggling Gman. Gman has a "built-in" peacock which attracts attention like nothing I've ever seen. I don't want to give too much away - seeing as all of us maintain varying degrees of anonymity - so you'll just have to meet him.
I try to point this girl out to Gman, but he's already moving to approach two blonds - 6 and 7. "Hey, you guys look like you're not from around here," he says. Later he admits it was completely bullshit, but he was right - they are Swedish vacationing in NYC to celebrate their birthdays.
We hook like crazy and just stay with the set for hours. We did not intend this, but we felt we could close. I luck out and hit up the HB7. The 6 goes to the bathroom, so I bring Gman into conversation with the 7. Gman is so interesting, though, that the HB7 completely forgets about me! I am not the jealous type, though, and I just love watching the guy work. The 6 returns and has also been ousted from the conversation. I go over to her and strike up conversation. She is a doctor who has not specialized yet, so she ends up telling me extremely disgusting, boner-deflating stories including the particularly ripping tale of a fat, unwashed man, his wife, and his rectal examinations.

The two girls go outside for a smoke and Gman and I discuss strategy. He knows this hookah place not far from Pianos and we decide to bounce the girls, then go for the close. Both of us had been trying to escalate, so we were optimistic, and the 6 had offered to show me where the two girls were staying.

On the way to the hookah bar, we fluff and I relate to the girls my version of how Gman and I met - we ran into each other recently and clicked well, and since had decided to explore NYC together.

Inside the hookah bar, I sit next to the 7, Gman next to the 6. He opens up her body language nicely - she's sitting square to him, her hands in his, staring up into his eyes. He has got her. I, on the other hand, am running into major conversational difficulties and begin to get nothing but closed body language from the 7.
HB7 then heads to the bathroom and HB6 asks about how Gman and I know each other (I guess my story was not very convincing!). Gman says we're old family friends and I almost burst out laughing as HB6 raises her eyebrow at me knowingly. Always get your stories straight with your Wingman! Honestly, the look on HB6's face was worth it!

After sometime, I buckle down and really try to get her fluffing about anything. She starts monologuing about her work (she had been a little vague before), and as I show a lot of interest, her body language completely opens up! I can feel myself just on the cusp of breaking through, but the conversation dies. Perhaps I was not creating enough sexual tension, perhaps I was not slinging innuendos and smut eyes at her, but whatever the reason, when HB7 looks over and sees her friend so enthralled in Gman, I can see disappointment and jealousy in her eyes. Of course, it would be easy to say that she just wanted Gman and was sad to be stuck with me - but I prefer to look to myself as the source of the problem because then I can also be the source of the solution...or some wise, Yoda shit like that.

As we leave the bar, HB6 is absolutely melting over Gman. As he enters his info into his iPhone, HB6 is practically eating Gman's face with her eyes. s I hug her good-bye, I am surprised to see her eyes are glistening with tears as she sneaks a last glance at Gman.


Sarge #5: The Nicaraguan
Construction was going on, the F Train was taking forever, and everyone was generally confused. As I asked for directions, I opened a cute Latina 8. We fluffed for 30 minutes until her train came. I should have number closed, but I haven't been trying for it recently, perhaps because I'm too afraid of extended conversation on a day 2.


Sarge #6: I is Hungy
My train comes and there are young, Japanese, mixed three set chit chatting. The two girls are mad cute, so I sit next to the group. I tap the closest girl's arm and say, "Peko peko des - I am really hungry," but it is the way a toddler says it. Pure magic.
She turns to me, eyes wide, with a gorgeous smile on her face. "Brah-brah-brah, Nihongo, brah-brah?" she asks me excitedly (Get it? Brah instead of blah 'cause she's Japanese! Hehehe...oh, forget it.). I shake my head stupidly. I know maybe 20 words in Japanese, and they're mostly martial arts techniques - not the best for a conversation.
I try to say Mandarin in Japanese..."Chuugo!" She has no idea, so I pull out my notebook and start writing in Chinese to her. She squeals and claps and hooks...then her friends are leaving and tapping her on the shoulder to leave. At least now I have a potential routine for Japanese girls.


Sarge #7: Pick Up Artist meets Makeup Artist
An old Chinese couple come in and I consider opening them for the hell of it. I AA with the "I'm looking for HBs not elderlies" excuse and live to regret it. Soon after, in walks a black woman, HB7 due to some baby fat, but otherwise good looking. If I had only opened the Chinese couple, I would be relaxed and would have had an instant DHV. The HB7 sits across from me.
At this point, I am tired as hell and am falling asleep, not to mention feeling a bit of AA. Five minutes pass and I'm not falling asleep because I'm sneaking looks at the HB7, who is now on headphones. Fuck it, here goes.
I sit next to her and tap her on the knee. "Listen, I'm tired as fuck, but you are just too cute to not talk to." She laughs. "How's that for an opener?"
"Hahaha, it's honest, for sure!"
"You must be coming up from a club looking the way you are."
"Work." We fluff...she says she's been out of school for seven years. I don't believe it - I thought she was 22 or something. And this time, I don't have an excuse - I was wearing my lenses.
"You're way too old for me! I don't think I could date you," I say. I tell her my age.
"Woah, you're 21? Man, it'd almost be illegal the stuff I'd do to you!" she says. I can't believe she just said that.
"Christ, what are you thinking about doing with me? I'm just trying to get to know a girl, and here you are moving so fast!" Damn, I really wish I hadn't negged her. Instead, I should given her a sexual IOI.
We fluff until she tells me her stop is coming soon. I take this as a good sign - she's warning me so I can make a move.
"Really? My stop is coming soon too - at least that depends."
"Depends on what?"
"Depends on whether you're inviting me to your place."
"Wow, I have principles - you are way too young for me," she says.
"Okay, get out of here." I'm hoping she'll ask for my number or go back on what she just said, but she leaves. I should have said something like, "Trust me, you'll forget all about my age after what I do to you tonight."


As the big names in PUA have said, AA never goes away. I definitely feel it still there, strong as ever - only now I feel the swell of anxiety, but it no longer feels suffocating.




FR#11: Always Wear Your Lenses

Date: 2009-10-19 Monday
Place--Chinese take-out restaurant
Time--00:05

1 Approached
1 Hooked
0 Closed
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Last week, I entered a Chinese take-out restaurant and ordered. Realizing I had no cash, I ran to the bank. Upon returning, a second woman was sitting behind the cashier counter who I figured was 24. From behind her chopsticks, she beamed at me one of the prettiest smiles I have ever seen. I knew the cashier had told this girl that an American had come in speaking Chinese (I had ordered in Mandarin).
I grinned back, and as I paid, I gave her the most devilish smut eyes I could muster. She ate it up. I need to sarge this girl. Alas, this happened around the same time I suffered those terrible AA sarges.
As I turned to leave, she yelled out good-bye! I turned to see those beautiful eyes smiling at me as she finished her soup. I knew I'd be back to pick up this girl.


Monday:
I go back. She's not there.
I order and sit down to eat. Five minutes later, she enters and I open her.
After some playful fluffing, I ask how old she is. She hesitates, then looks directly at me and says, "I have a son who is 22." Forget about my jaw dropping, it almost falls off. I try to stay composed. I have her guess my age, and when I tell her how old I am, she says, "I have a daughter who is 21 too!" Jesus Christ, what kind of anti-aging cream is this girl using?
We fluff some more and...well, I am not sure where to go from here. Do I sarge her? She's got a great body and looks young, is playful...
I would like to explore this topic in another post. I feel the easy answer is to avoid married women, but of course I do not want to - it is exciting to taste of forbidden fruit. Perhaps I can find some morally gray justification...
The real question is how do I escalate while a woman is working. Perhaps I can use innuendo, but I am just too uncomfortable to do that with this woman. Maybe I'll come back for her when I am an mPUA - and once I've sorted out this ethical dilemma.

FR#10: Meeting Mystery; Zerg Tactics

Title: The Designer, Meeting Mystery, and PUA Zerg Tactics

Date: 2009-10-18 Sunday
Place--F Train, Ripley Grier Studios in NYC, Pianos Lounge
Time--03:00

4 Approached
3 Hooked
1 #Closed
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Today, I am taking a friend's kid to a play date. Cool - I love meeting new children, not to mention hot, sargeable moms. Is that evil? In my defense, even if I could go all the way, I would not - most of the time! Besides, I run game on everyone - for instance, PU has improved my babysitting; kids respect me more and thus behave better.

We arrive and yes, it's just the mom - a total babe - and her kid. Her daughter is adorable and the two kids get along well.
The mother and I fluff as the kids play, and before I know it, five hours pass! I still feel like that loser who has AA problems, but it seems I am getting over them. This lady wines and dines clients all day long and knows how to talk, so it was not all me, but I am improving.

We get home at six. After a five-minute dinner, I grab my gear and sprint to the subway. Here I come, Mystery!
On the way, an image of Mystery flashes in my mind: "To get good at this, your game needs to always be on - on the street, on the subway, everywhere! Did any of you open sets on the way here?" Okay, I thought to myself, I better sarge on the subway just in case.


I enter the subway and see a black woman with a nice body. I move to sit next to her when I realize she is 40-something and not that pretty. Kids - when sarging, always wear your contacts or glasses.
I turn around. A cute black girl sits with a notebook on her lap. She's bundled up so I can't rate her, but she has a very sweet look to her and a good body. It's the 1/2 second rule, baby, so I sit down and AA has no chance to rear its ugly head.
I pull two contact lenses out of my pocket and start sticking them in my eyes. Mystery advises guys to be willing to blow their nose in front of HBs. This act shows comfort as it disqualifies the girl because you are not trying to impress. Probably putting in contacts has a similar effect.

As I get the first contact in, I open: "You look tired. Coming home from school or something?"
We fluff. All the while, I'm trying to kino and throw light negs. At some point, offers me her number and Facebook. Later, she puts on lip gloss and I throw some Juggler at her: "If you're putting that on because you think there'll be kissing later, you're moving a bit too fast!" I pull out chap stick and say, "Well, just in case." She then she eats a Listerine patch and offers me one with a sly grin on her face. She then agrees to a day 2 with me, so I'm going to call her on Tuesday to see if we can hang out. [Update: She flaked!]
My stop arrives and I get up to leave. She leaves with me - even though this isn't her stop! I say, "I've got to go, but let me have one for the road --" and I lean in for a kiss. She gives me her cheek and I pull her in to get her lips, but just get the other cheek. She's grins and gives me a hug before I go.
Much later, when I finally get back to my place, I go to the mPUA Chat Room and ask Chief about it. He agrees that the place was too public for a kiss close. I wish I had realized that at the time. Chief recommended that on the day 2, when I isolate her, I should tell her, "Last time was too public for this, but now..." then close. I'm eager to see if the routine works.

To be continued...
Continuation...

I arrive at the seminar. The place is packed. As we stand in line, I fluff several PUAs. We get in and Mystery begins. He covers basic MM, then gets esoteric on us - which is fun. Is it worth $20? Nope - but that's not what I'm here for.

Mystery ends and everybody goes up to get a picture. Icon worship isn't my scene, so I hang back and try to contact some of the local rAFCs I corresponded with online. We fluff at the back of the room until two PUAs - who I've named TightPants and PeaCoat - rally everyone for an organized sarge.
As TightPants and PeaCoat, their eyes gleam with confidence, their body language - strong and self-assured. They definitely know Pick Up.
We split into groups: those going to a lounge called Pianos, and those going elsewhere. I decide to stick with TightPants and PeaCoat. I came here to see PUAs in action - that is why I forked over $20.

As we filter from the room, I say some stuff to TightPants, then roll off. I try to act alpha and have a couple of guys speaking with me while I roll off and take some contact info. I make some comment to attract the attention of TightPants and everything works out - he offers me his number.
I start asking him questions about natural game vs. canned game and PeaCoat listens in. I discover TightPants is interning with an NYC mPUA named Lupin. PeaCoat is also working or interning somewhere - perhaps also with Lupin. PeaCoat begins talking with me, rattling off the party line about teaching competence versus confidence - canned material versus natural game. After all, nobody starts out as a natural. PeaCoat has a point.

Over the past ten days, I have wrestled with the question of how to study Pick Up. I am no natural and I am not at the point where I can go into a set and create effective situational openers on the spot. I need a starting point - and the starting point is canned material.
Many canned routines were created based on situational observations. In theory, the more I know, the more attune I will be to the different aspects of any given scene - hair, nails, face, emotional state, surroundings, recent happenings, media, cinema, TV, etc.
I have decided that I will memorize pages of routines - openers, negs, patterns, DHVs, anything. I will memorize pieces of advice, lines to say in different situations, words of wisdom. Most importantly, I will continue to aggressively sarge several times per week. Later, I will return to the books when I have a better reference point to apply theories and set management techniques.
It is my hope, this curriculum represents a good balance between canned and natural game. Not only will I develop the confidence that PUAs possess, but I will also have the technical ability to get precisely what I want out of any set.


On the way to Pianos, we fluff a bit, and I try to talk a lot with TightPants and PeaCoat. They really impress me - at every moment, I feel like they are gaming me. I get distracted by a cute girl and TightPants kinos my attention into the conversation. I start to lose interest; PeaCoat moves away and I find myself stepping towards him to follow, only to realize he was just rolling off. They start showing me very natural sounding openers and DHVs - all of which are true (I hope), though delivered not without a measure of artistic freedom they admit.

As we move out of the subway, an Asian 9 waits patiently by the entrance with a suitcase - she can't enter with all us rAFCs and PUAs pouring out. PeaCoat touches her scarf, "This is such a nice scarf!" He turns his head away and her face breaks into a huge smile. It's PeaCoat's warm up. PeaCoat later explains that he looks away to show that the compliment is for free - no poorly-hidden agenda to number close or fuck close lies behind it like an HB might expect. This is why that opener was so effective, and as we walk away, PeaCoat tells her precisely how he would stack into hooking the girl.
Five minutes later, PeaCoat suddenly is not by my side. I turn and hear, "How about a New York hug?" Two women are hugging him just like that. I know these sets are nothing, but seeing PU for the first time leaves me giddy.

I end up talking with another PUA - I'll call him TallAsian - though he is not quite hardcore (he later admits he has trouble escalating). He recommends that I sarge a lot and pay close attention to the body language of my sets so that I can develop good kino habits. Later, explains that anytime there is an interrupt in a set - whether a wingman enters or just someone random - you need to focus on and open that person. This effectively neutralizes the damaging effect of the interrupt by pulling the new obstacle into your reality. Good idea.
As we talk, TallAsian and I become separated from the pack. I call TightPants and we get to Pianos.
I spend 15 minutes observing these guys work - they are aggressive, effective, and in short order, it feels the entire lounge has been blown open by swarming PUAs, like black locusts in their leather jacks.
TallAsian introduces me into a set and I work it a bit. Eventually, one of the women asks me if I know all the social butterflies who have taken over the bar. I glance around and see TightPants, PeaCoat, TallAsian, and several others bouncing around and working sets. I turn back, "Social butterflies? Yeah, they're probably the guys I know." She tells me we remind her off that VH1 show. She turns to her friend.
"What was the name of that show...?"
"The Pick Up Arist," I answer.
"Yeah, that's it! I love that show!"
"We were just talking with Mystery not forty minutes ago," I throw at her. She grins - of course she doesn't believe me. I ignore that fact. "See that guy over there? He works with a company that trains people." She looks over and sees PeaCoat.
"You guys are way too aggressive. You can't get women like that."
"What do you mean?"
"That guy [PeaCoat] was talking to these girls next to me and kept hitting me with his arms and shit. You guys are way too aggressive!" That she's grouping me with PeaCoat seems odd to me, but I tell her she's probably right. We fluff for a bit until I roll off.
Thinking back, I find it cool that despite her initial disbelief about Mystery, she quickly accepted the fact simply because I pretended to assume she believed me.

I contemplate heading home, but TallAsian points out a PUA and a girl sitting together. "Sparrow, give him some kino and tell him, 'Thanks for telling me about this place! I'm having a blast!' then tell the other girls at the table that your tired and want a seat." I do it and I get into the set. I ask the PUA's girl to introduce me and that's how the set opens. I fluff a bit, but then zero in on the HB7 of the group - an adorable Asian with a silky Irish accent.
We start talking and time flies - I kino a bit and she reacts positively, but I'm not sure how to go further. Twenty minutes pass. An hour passes. We are still talking.
Eventually, she goes to the bathroom and I roll off to get some advice. TightPants tells me to get locked into the set - sit down somehow - then get the girl to move around the lounge with me. This way, I can isolate her and try to kiss close. Later, I can get her to bounce.

Well, I go back and...just talk with her. I forget about all the advice and actually start telling her about PUAs and techniques, and I even tell her that I had just gone for advice. She seems to find it interesting spends the next hour telling me how she feels about it as I explain certain aspects. Eventually, I get the e-mail of one of her friends, and as the group is about to leave, I try to get this Asian's e-mail as well. Suddenly, all the rapport we had developed seems to vanish and she mumbles a good-bye as she rushes out. I stand there feeling crushed - this is easily the worst rejection I've ever felt in my life.
All the other PUAs had left, so I just exit the bar. Later, Chief tells me the girl was probably disappointed - she was probably expecting a kiss or sex or something more than just a request for her e-mail. The whole thing leaves me feeling terrible - mostly because I will never know if I let an incredible night with an incredible girl slip away.

C'est la vie.





FR#8,9: Webster Hall & Major AA

Title: Invasion of the Confidence Snatchers

Date: 2009-10-16,17 - Friday, Saturday
Place--Webster Hall
Time--03:00

11 Approached
3 Hooked
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Sarge #8:
I move around the club looking for targets and see the two girls standing in front of some speakers. I approach strong, telling her that she has no right to wear what she's wearing, that's she's so sexy and that I couldn't help speaking with her. The target reacts warmly. They're Italian and after some fluff, I get introduced to the friend. I had just read the Ciaran's Shock and Awe approach and although I knew I was butchering the subtleties of it, I told her I wanted to take her home and fuck her. She smiled politely and shook her head. "Nice meeting you. Good bye."

I move to the bar to recover and look for new targets, but as I watch the crowd, AA sets in strong.
20 minutes later, a woman walks up to the bar with a well-dressed man. They had just met and I was wondered if he was a PUA. She tells me I look terrible, asks if I'm having fun, then kisses me on the cheek. She says I should just pick someone and go. She says she'll help me. I cannot remember a more humiliating conversation, but I agree to it, just to see how it goes.
Eventually, we go into one set. She starts talking to one of the girls and they leave. We approach a second set and as she's talking, I try to enter. My wingwoman gives me a funny look, shakes her head, and takes me by the arm, and moves us away from the group. We do a third set, and she talks to the girls for 2 minutes. Suddenly, she falls over - I hadn't realized she was that drunk. I help her off the ground and decide to call it a night.

As I leave the club, I think of Kosmo on VH1's PUA show. This night was absolutely terrible and I don't feel like talking with anybody. I grab a crepe and some Belgian fries as comfort food, then jump on the subway.

On the platform, I pass by a seated black girl, HB8 or 9, beautiful eyes. She looks up at me as I pass - and holds eye contact for way longer than normal. I just walk past stupidly and lean against a support beam out of view, feeling like I had just been castrated.
The train arrives and I get on - the black girl keeps eying me and I can't freaking stand it. I stand up and tell her, "Hey, man - looking at me costs $5 per. You owe me $15." She grins and we start talking, but the train is crowded, she's sitting, and I'm standing. I don't want to stack to material, and without much else to say, I just get quiet. She was gorgeous, tall, and throwing IOIs at me - I felt useless.

I get home and get on the mPUA Forum Chat Room and decide that tomorrow is the day my AA dies. It is time for the classic newbie mission - find a mall and approach every girl I within.

Sarge #9:
It's Saturday. I arrive at the Manhattan Mall and walk around for 20 minutes, choking on AA. I leave, thinking I'll put away PU for a few days, hoping I'll recover.
I return home and relate my dilemma to the mPUA Forum Chat Room. TVA_Oslo talks me up and I reconsider going out at night.

In line at Webster Hall, I am armed with my collared shirt, cheap cologne (not that cheap), and a goal of ten approaches. A Chinese guy stands in front of me and I make some comment. He asks me if I had been to Webster Hall before and I respond in Chinese. He doesn't speak Mandarin, but I hook him and his friend and we enter together. His friend, I'll call him Jewish, AMOGs me a bit, so I start gaming both guys - I throw light negs, come up with some DHV stories on the fly, do some roll offs, and kino a bit. To my surprise, it works fairly and Jewish begins supplicating.

We get in and I soon realize these guys, especially Jewish, are pretty AFC. China keeps walking around like he's trying to pick up girls, telling me he's looking for the drunkest chicks in the club. I start talking to him about going up to a girl and he says, "Listen, you go in and I'll wing you." All the while, I had been wondering if he had seen the VH1 PUA show, so I ask him and he admits he knows a little bit about PU.
I take him and we start approaching people here and there, fat chicks, guys, anybody - somehow having these mega AFCs with me kill my AA. I get blown out of most sets because I'm using the same AFC openers of the nights before, but I don't care because all I want is to get my ten approaches.
Eventually, I tell China to wing me and pull him along. I go into a three set of pudgy girls. Suddenly, I grab China and do the Does My Friend Look Gay? which blows open the group, but China quickly steps back. I rejoin him and ask him what happened - he smiles and says he didn't know what to do, but he thought it was cool I was running routines. If only he knew how AA I had been earlier that day and the night before.
I turn my head to see another set - four guys and an HB8. I go in and start fluffing - they're Spaniards here to study English. I pull in China and he occupies three of the guys and I talk with two; meanwhile, the HB is completely focused on me and is giving me IOIs. I turn my head to see China bailing and I loose my nerve. I bail as well.

I hit more sets, and eventually Jewish and I lose China. We walk around and find that near the exit, there's a makeup artist doing work. Jewish turns alpha on me and approaches strong, trying to bring her to the dance floor or take a break with him. I try to get my game on by throwing negs and kino around and she offers to give me free service. I do it and eventually ask for her autograph, thinking she'll get the hint and give me her number. Instead, she fucking gives me her autograph. At this point, I just feel like heading home, even though I'm still two approaches short of my goal. Jewish and I return to the dance floor and I tell him I'm going to do some approaches, thinking I'll stick around until the makeup artist gets off from work at 2:30, at which time I'd try to close her.
I do one approach, but get blown out and decide to head home early - perhaps next time I come I can close the makeup artist.

On the way back, I approach several groups for directions even though I don't need them, but I just can't get myself to put the effort into hooking the group. Finally, as I'm walking towards the McDonald's for fries, I see this two set of drunk girls ahead of me - an HB6 and HB8.
The HB7 runs ahead and I approach the 6, saying, "You guys would so not pass a Breathalyzer" (ImmortalGropher ). "Do you need help catching your friend?" She accepts and I tell her that we're going to run up and tackle her. She laughs and we fluff for half a minute. She then puts her arm through mine, which is exactly what I should have done.
We follow the HB7 into McDonald's and I start chatting her up. She freaks because she doesn't realize I am with her friend, but once she finds out, she acts like a major ice queen. I throw some harsh negs at her. got the HB6 agreeing with me, then playfully call her a bitch, at which point the HB6 became cold to me as well. Next time, I will use jerk...lol.
I begin to feel like the HB7 is showing interest in me by making it a point of being cold to me and throwing me shit tests. I need to be up early the next morning, so I bail out, telling them, "Look, I need to get up early tomorrow to watch my little brother, so no, you can't take me home."

I exit the McDonald's and as I wait to cross the street, the two girls come out. They don't see me behind them as they're up at the crosswalk. I cross the street and suddenly the HB7 trips a little. I call her a clutz and keep walking past without looking at her. She laughs and says something like, "If you really had balls, you'd ask me back to your place." I can't believe it. It really is too bad I am babysitting the next morning.


A few days prior, I had posted wingman calls in two forums and had gotten several responses. One potential wingman told me Mystery would be in NYC on Sunday for a $20 speech about inner game. I would be attending.



FR#7: Sneaky Boyfriends

Date: 2009-10-12 Thursday
Place--Webster Hall
Time--03:00

9 Approached
2 Hooked
1 #Closed
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It's raining as I walk to the club. In front of me are two well-dressed girls huddled under a broken umbrella; we must be going to the same place.
I gain on them and as I pass, I say over my shoulder, "Hey, mind if we share that umbrella?" I'm in. Turns out there's another guy with them and we get in line. The guy has booze. He tries to stash it, but the bouncer sees him.
I present my ID and am told I don't get the $1 discounted entrance because I have no collar. I've never worn a collared shirt here before, but it's completely up to the bouncer. I fork over the $25 cover and swear never to return un-collared.

Inside the club, I get accosted by a man who wants to give me a cigarette lighter. I don't smoke, but I accept it to use for incense. The man gives me a coupon for buying cigarettes despite my resistance. I turn around, and the my first set of the night is gone. Oops.

At this point, I had been reading Juggler, who says you don't need canned material. What I do not understand how to approach a girl in a club. Obviously, the AFC openers like "Hey, how're you doing?" are really lame, but I decided to forget openers for the night. I just opened with, "Hey, Sparrow. What's your name?"

Anyway, I enter the main dance floor and grab a drink at the bar as I look at for targets. I see two girls sitting on a couch, and another girl with a group of guys at the side of the room. I approach the group on the side and leave after introducing myself to the woman's fiance.

I try the two girls - Blond HB7 and Brunette HB8 - on the couch and open them. I go in confident and they seem thrilled that someone came to speak with them. I throw negs around, have my hand on the Blond's knee, and they seem to love it. They are sitting next to each other and I am next to the Blond, so I bounce the conversation back and forth between the two girls to keep the Brunette engaged.
After about 5 minutes, I get the number of the Blonde and we keep fluffing until after 20 minutes into the set, they say something about speaking with the bouncers. I say, "Okay, let's go." They seem a little taken aback and get very cold towards me as we get up and go to the front. It's incredible how quickly things can change.
They speak with the bouncers and we get opened by a group of girls. My set is being careful to keep their back to me and I know it's lost. Anyhow, we go back into the dance hall and a ridiculous performance starts. I leave my set after a bit and go around approaching sets, get blown out of every single one. Oddly enough, four or so of the approaches end with, "Uhh, my boyfriends right there," and the girl would point behind me and there would be a tall dude eying me two feet away.

After the ninth blow out, I just leave. I am still confused about Juggler - he specifically criticizes AFC-ish openers, yet I have a very difficult time pulling random opening conversation topics out of my butt in a club. Somehow, I don't feel that telling a girl she's pretty will do the trick in this club environment.