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.
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