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.
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.
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