You're My New Girlfriend

FR: Day 2 - Nerves

2007-06-04T00:13:00.000-07:00

I set up a Day 2 with Sherry, the beautiful brunette from Saturday night on Tuesday afternoon. I called her at work, which took her by surprise, flirted briefly and told her how much I enjoyed meeting her. I didn't stay on the phone too long, just long enough to set up the D2 for Thursday afternoon.

She worked in Palo Alto and lived in Morgan Hill, logistically tough. Thankfully my job was in Mountain View, a 10-15 minute drive from her work. I wasn't sure of a cool place in Palo Alto for a D2 so I used my favorite date site, Yelp.com to help me find a cool place.

I found a wine bar on Kipling Street called Vino Locale and emailed her the address. The day of the D2 I was nervous, wasn't sure why, I had done this so much before in the past that it was second nature. Perhaps it was because I liked this one and had a gut feeling about her, my Spidey senses were tingling.

I've done a lot of soul searching the last several weeks and realized I wanted more meaningful interactions. I needed the emotional connection, the intimacy, the feeling associated with someone when you know they are open to sharing themselves. I missed that. With Sherry I knew I would be able to experience that.

She arrives at Vino Locale, looking absolutely adorable in clam diggers, heels, and a low cut blouse showing off her tan chest and cleavage. I tried not to look but every now and then I peeked, I had to, and I know you would have done the same.

I'm normally not nervous on a D2, I've been on a ton of them but I attributed it to a couple of things:

1. The venue I was at was foreign, it wasn't something I was familiar with. Granted I used to live in Palo Alto but all of the venues I knew of were too loud and not quiet enough. A wine bar seemed like the perfect choice.

2. Work stress which I carried over from the day. I think it’s tough for us at times to forget the other problems and issues we're dealing with at work and leave that behind. I have a demanding career and put in long hours, the pressure is on and its a struggle at times to put that aside.

3. I liked this one for a myriad of reasons which are in no particular order, sexy, confident, successful, ambitious, feminine, and seductive. I haven't had an interaction like this since this old field report from almost a year ago at the same spot. FR: The Matrix and the Power of Rapport.

4. She was successful. She worked in venture capital, she flew around in a corporate jet, her boss owned the Warriors (can you say courtside seats), she was for the most part very HSE (high self esteem) and used to dating very successful and wealthy men.

After a drink and some not so smooth conversation I realized that I wasn't feeling it. I'm not perfect when I'm out, most of the time I'm usually in control but some days you just aren't feeling it. And if I wasn't feeling it she sure as hell wasn't either.

I tell her that I want to switch venues and walk down University Avenue, a tree lined street in downtown Palo Alto. We pass a number of restaurants peering at each menu. We finally choose LaVanda restaurant and grab a table. We look at the menus order a flight of reds (a sampling of different wines from various wine regions around the world) and order some appetizers.

We talk about a number of things, I tell her a story about one of the most exclusive wineries in the world, "Screaming Eagle" and how tourists from all over visit to Napa just to try and buy a bottle of this rare wine.

We then talk about social dynamics and people on dates, etc. trying to figure out what each person is doing, what their situation is and if they're going to get anywhere. I then start opening up and put the fluff material down and get real. I talk about why I got into this, why I started coaching, the past relationship failures I had and my desire to improve every interaction I have with women. She's definitely intrigued, and then it’s her turn and I just sit back and listen.

We talk for what seems like hours, each passing minute solidifies our connection and brings us a little closer together.

At one point after the dinner plates were cleared she said, "So what do you think?"

Me: I think my food was fantastic, but the veggies were ok.
Sherry: No, not about the food, but about me... (she looks at me expectantly)

I drop down and breathe taking everything that's happened inside and relax. I start to talk to her and the words come out effortlessly. I tell her how much I appreciate her opening up, how I found her move from Florida to California courageous despite the fact that she knew no one. I tell her I how I admire her for divorcing a man who was too controlling. I tell her that I find her drive and ambition and desire to succeed sexy. Most of all I tell her incredibly cute she looks just right now as she looks at me from across the table with her beautiful smile.

I stop and allow my words to sink in. I lock eyes with her and say, "I've never had anyone ask me that before. But you're not getting off the hook, now it’s your turn."

She starts telling me about how we met, how she found me incredibly sexy and confident and sure. How the way I carried myself and the way I dressed turned her on. She tells me that she remembered everything that happened the night we met and was happy that I called her and followed up.

I tell her to stop, she's making me blush and she laughs. We sit there in silence for what seems like an eternity just looking at each other. Not an uncomfortable silence, but a knowing one. I know that I want to see this woman again, and I know she wants to see me again.

Sherry excuses herself to go to the restroom, I settle the bill and when she comes back we step out into the night. We walk back to her car not speaking much, lost in our own thoughts. We arrive at her car and stop. I pull her in and look her in the eyes and tell her that I want to see her again when I come back from Chicago. She doesn't say anything, her eyes and body do all the talking. I pull her in and begin kissing her.

We stand out in the middle of the street for several minutes just kissing, her wrapped in my arms oblivious to the cars passing us by and the people walking on the sidewalk. I finally stop and just look at her.

"You're adorable, drive safely."

She smiles and gets into her car and drives away waving as she passes me by.

Lessons Learned:

1. Pick a venue you're familiar with. I made the mistake of not choosing a place I knew well but that's the breaks so I sought one out on Yelp.com. I normally chose something near my place but logistically this one was going to be tough.

2. Don't be afraid to open yourself up. The community talks about deep and wide rapport, and vibing, it doesn't matter which one you use my only suggestion is that you be honest with how you feel and what it is you're talking about. Exposing a little vulnerability goes a long way in endearing yourself to the woman.

3. Enjoy the moment. If you start feeling something express yourself, and if she does something that you like tell her, let her know. Call things out as you see them; let her know you're aware of your own feelings and how she's making you feel.

4. Monitor your internal state at all times. Check in with yourself, if you're nervous try and figure out why. If you feel uncomfortable in a venue switch and move. Do things to change the dynamics and the energy, don't allow things to go stagnant.

FR: A Perfect Set

2007-05-30T14:41:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday night I accompanied my students and fellow instructors to San Francisco's infamous, "Marina District." This small tony neighborhood nestled in between Russian Hill and Pacific Heights caters to a predominately "white, upper class clientele." With expensive rents, beautiful bay views and the San Francisco landmark the Golden Gate Bridge within easy walking distance, the Marina is a playground frequented by sorority girls and frat boys.

With that being said, this area is one of my favorite neighborhoods in all of SF and for good reason. Cool bars, beautiful women, and cougars. Did I mention beautiful women? Just making sure. We walk a few blocks to the venue give our students some last minute pointers, and enter the evening's arena, the Matrix.

For those of you who don't know, the Matrix has been a part of the Marina district since the mid-60's, it was opened by Marty Balin, the lead singer of Jefferson Airplane and has hosted music legends such as the Doors, and the Grateful Dead.

Today, the Matrix is a cluster of lounge seats, dark lighting, inconspicuous "S-E-X" letter tables and sexy patrons. In the middle is a roaring fireplace with comfortable lounge seating. On any other weeknight the Matrix would be a perfect date venue, but tonight it is a meet market.

Our students go in, begin opening sets and I make my way to the bar to grab a drink and relax while our students go to work. I open a female standing by herself to get myself "warmed up" and allow innocuous chit chat to flow between the both of us. I gather my drink and one for Positive and seek him and the other students out.

I catch him standing near the fireplace chatting it up with Katie, and Dan "The Social Hitchhiker" whom I've met in the past at another event. We greet each other and talk while keeping a watchful eye over both our students. Positive asks me to take one of the students "Asian Playboy" around so he can watch me open. No problem.

We head back to the bar; I see a two set of blondes and open.

Me: Hey guys, is it cool that I don't have a lame pick-up line? (credit Sticky)
Girl 1: Looks at me and says, "Yeah."
Me: Cool, because I wasn't prepared tonight and left the cheesy lines at the door...blah blah blah.

The set doesn't hook and I eject. I walk towards the back of the club and spot a 3 set of women and I approach with student in tow.

Me: Hey guys, why isn't anyone hitting on you? (smile and make eye contact with each and every one)
HB1: (smiles) What?
HB2: (smiles)
HB3: (smiles)
Me: Why aren't any men talking to you? Have you scared them all away? Did you "blow them out?"

All of the HBs start to laugh and are starting to hook.

Me: Let me guess, each guy that approached you gave you some cheesy line and you gave them the brush off. Let's see, what kind of brush off would you do...I'm thinking it’s the back turn or the hand wave.

The HB in the middle has a big shit eating grin and looks like she's fallen for the hook, line, and the sinker but I continue to plow through.

The 3 laugh and I'm in. I banter and flirt with all 3 of them making sure to maintain and hold eye contact for several seconds with each of them as I continue to run attraction. I know my student is right near me because he rolled up to the set but I turn and he's gone. No problem, I can run this by myself.

I eventually shift gears and introduce myself.

Me: I'm XXXX

Each of them shakes my hand and says their name. At this point I could care less what their name is and arbitrarily assign them new names.

Me: I'm not great with names so I'll make you 3 a bet, when we see each other later and if I don't remember your name I buy you a drink. If you forget my name you buy me a drink. Agreed!
HB1, 2, and 3: Yes!
Me: Cool. Now, I don't remember your names right now so I'm naming you...Sunshine, Champagne, and Bubbles.

The 3 women laugh and all of them give me high-fives. I shift again and just fluff for another minute and then gracefully eject.

Me: Sunshine, champagne and bubbles it was a pleasure but I need to find my friends; I'll flirt with the 3 of you later.

I turn back around and head back to our spot in the bar to locate the other instructors and our 2 students. No one is around so I open another 2 set. I tease, flirt, and hook HBBartender who is standing. She is dancing to the music and I join her, showing her that I have rhythm. We dance in our small space, our bodies pressed one another as she smiles and moves to the beat. At this juncture I've finished my drink and suggest to HBBartender that we go for another round but that she pays. She smiles and says sure.

We head to the bar; order drinks and walk back to where her friend is waiting. On the way back I get eye-f*cked by a tall hot brunette who is about 5 feet away. I put my drink down, turn around and walk toward her.

Me: Are you just going to stand there or are you going to pick me up?

Her eyes go wide and a smile comes over her face.

HBB: I saw you dancing earlier and...

She doesn't finish the sentence because I grab her with both arms and pull her in close. We begin to dance and move in our cramped quarters. At one point I recognize a song and whisper in her ear, "This song is called, 'Come over to my Place.'" She smiles. It’s on.

I continue to dance with her glancing over at HBBartender every now and then who is standing there, drink in hand looking a little shocked. Sorry sweetie, had to open the hottie.

I dance a little more, spin her around a couple of times and gracefully eject. I love social proof. I run into Dan and I bring his student into my 2 set from earlier. His student sits down, he's in and I fluff with HBBartender.

Positive and our other instructor are with the students so I relax for a couple more minutes and sit down with HBBartender. After a couple of more minutes she gets up and states, my friends are here.

I stand up and get introduced to 3 new women, one of them HBSexy comes right over and opens me.

HBSexy: So, I'm in Venture Capital, what do you do?

She stands there in front of me in a shoulder less top, with tan brown shoulders, long flowing straight brown hair, tight designer jeans and well picked out accessories. Clearly I wasn't dealing with a typical "Marina Girl." She oozed class, sexiness, and confidence. Her 5'5 frame gave off a little attitude, but not too much. Her opening line allowed me to segue way into a conversation that I knew was going to be much more meaningful than the ones I had earlier.

Me: It doesn't matter what I do, I don't identify myself with my job. I identify myself by my experiences, my activities, and the things that I'm passionate about.

I roll with this for another minute taking her in. She stands there motionless, eyes a little wider, mouth a little open listening to every word. I finish and she looks at me and stares.

HBS: Wow. You just wowed me, I didn't expect to hear that from someone I met at a bar.

I smile and tease her just a little bit. She giggles and comes in a little closer. We fluff and she starts asking me about the bar. I tell her about the Matrix's history, the owners, and how the room is laid out. I then grab her hand and decide to give her a tour. We navigate our way through the crowd, towards the back, and then into the usually more quiet and private back room .

After a quick peek at the back room I again grab her hand and lead her back to the front where her friends are waiting and talking. We sit down and I start into wide rapport. We just sit there and get lost, I become fully present to the interaction and start to find myself falling for this one...I put myself in her shoes, and try to feel what she is going through.

She begins to open up beautifully, sharing a number of intimate details with me about her life. I do the same and we build this little bubble around us oblivious to what is going on around us. It seems like time starts to stand still. Every now and then I notice movement, my students come into the set and join me, occupying HBSexy's friends. Awesome. I can relax and allow myself to get to know this woman.

After awhile 2 of her friends leave and they encourage her to stay and spend time with me. Awesome! I ask her if its ok, and she says definitely, not a problem, she's a big girl and she can take a cab back to the hotel that they're staying at.

At one point I lean into her and whisper in her ear, "I am a blah, blah, blah, for a software firm in Mountain View. I didn't want you to judge me by what I did but rather on who I am. I'm having an amazing time with you and I want to make plans to see you again in the coming week."

She smiles and says, "I'm glad that you shared that with me. Do you have a pen?" I pull out my phone and get her number, calling her phone right then and there. We exchange business cards and then continue on with the conversation.

I'm realizing that its getting a little late and I need to find the students and the other instructors. I'm grateful that they allowed me to have fun and demonstrate to the students how to open, attract, and close women.

We get up, I grab her hand and lead her to the bar. We spot my friends and I put my arms around her pulling her in. She feels so soft and feminine, her body melts into mine and I'm content.

One of her friends at the bar is with a guy and he spanks her ass. She turns to me and says, "He just smacked my butt!"

Without hesitation I say, "I'll make sure to hold off until the 4th date, but by then I'll have the permission slip signed." She laughs and holds onto me tighter.

She decides to leave and use the restroom and I tell her I'll be right here. I chat with Positive for a minute or two and spot her looking around for me. She sees me and I extend my hand, she grabs it and I pull her back in.

Its time for us to leave. I turn and look at her eyes, I whisper to her that I need to go. She looks sad. I caress her face with my hand and lift her head just a little higher and kiss her on the lips. I allow her at this point to lead, kissing her softly and gently. I hear her sigh and kiss her one more time. I let go and tell her that I'll be in contact with her soon.

I turn around, walk out the door and then stop in front of the big windows and glance back at her. She's standing there alone still looking sexy, feminine, and vulnerable. She casually spins her head around and spots me. I motion her to come over with my finger and she comes to the door.

I pull her close to me again and kiss her. I let her go and she asks me to take her back to her hotel. I nod my head and she rushes back inside to find her friends. I run towards the guys and tell them that I'm catching a cab ride and that I'll be back at The Waterfront Lounge shortly.

Just then I see her pop outside, her head franticly looking left and right, our eyes lock and I pull her into my arms again. Ahhhh...this is what I live for.

We walk out into the street and for a split second I don't want a cab to show up. I want to spend a couple of more minutes holding her, feeling her, enjoying her body pressed up against mine. We jump into a cab and begin the ride home.

She asks me questions like, "Why did you move to San Francisco?"

I respond with a story about how my family used to take me here as a child and I always had fond memories of Chinatown, specific bakeries, etc.

We arrive at her hotel and I walk her inside, its late, I don't want this to be an SNP so I linger. I hold her a little longer and then kiss her again, this time much more passionately. Her body begins to press itself against mine and I start to feel aroused and she knows. It’s on. After a couple of more minutes I pull myself away and tell her that I need to go. She looks at me, a little disappointed and a little glad that I didn't push for the SNP.

I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay and wake up with her and have breakfast but I had an obligation to finish.

We kiss one last time and part our separate ways. I walk outside in the cold air and feel alive. I stand a little taller, walk a little quicker, and relive each delicious moment with her in my mind.

Lessons Learned:

1. Warm up until you get the social muscles moving. The first couple of sets will be difficult but you need to believe that you'll loosen up. After a couple of sets you'll be surprised how easy it is to open.

2. Open sets one after another and work the room. I don't remember exactly how many sets I opened but I continued to bounce from one set to the other. I built up social proof, worked the room, and in the end got the girl.

3. Allow yourself to become vulnerable during the rapport phase. Drop down; become present to the interaction and to your feelings. Don't be afraid to trust your instincts when in rapport. If you feel like holding her then do so, learn to move and act, don't sit and think about what to do next. You should have a game plan for constantly escalating the interaction to a more physical level but remember to lean back and relax.

FR: Friday Afternoon Happy Hour

2007-05-27T09:37:00.000-07:00

With 2 new clients in town this weekend was the perfect time to flex the Social Artist muscles that have been dormant for a couple of months.

Friday afternoon I was with one of our students. Myself, Positive and "I" ended up at one of my favorite happy hour spots in all of San Francisco, a local indoor/outdoor bar populated with the city's professionals. Our student coming off an afternoon of running day game wanted a change in scenery and we knew just the spot.

He opens a couple of sets, I watch with Positive and then I spot a 2 set, a brunette in a beautiful black fur trimmed jacket, black pants, and cute shoes and a blonde. Her friend was ok, but the brunette was yummy, a Lauren Holly look alike with bright blue eyes.

My student "S" opens and is in, after about a minute or two I come in to wing. "I" introduces me and I quickly find out that the blonde friend is married.

She exclaims, "I'm married!"

I fire back without missing a beat and quickly get both women, and "I" laughing.

I accidently take over the set and start running major attraction, a no-no in typical winging situations but "I" didn't mind, neither one was his type. He ejects and heads to the bathroom.

I find out that they're good friends from grad school, HBBrunette is visiting from the East Coast. I kino them both, and then focus on turning it up. I tell HBB that I bet I can guess what she teaches, (she's a professor at a University) and playfully interject "Math teacher, Calculus."
She looks at me in shock, I bring it back down and say, "Boy you are so gullible."

She laughs and I continue to run the interaction. HBB at one point says, "I've been here for 4 days and I only meet you now!" I smile, and flip it, "Stop hitting on me, I'm not that kind of guy." She gushes and its on.

She mentions that her hotel is a couple of blocks away, blah, blah, blah...she's setting the stage for a rendezvous soon. I fire back and she puts her arm around me, begins leaning into me with her breasts and casually starts to graze them agains my arm every time she says something. The blonde friend helps me out, stating, "I'm going to bed early tonight and HBB won't have anything to do." Could it have been better scripted?

I stay in, touching on a variety of topics and continue to sexually escalate both physically and verbally. Her friend definitely notices and allows this interaction to play through. HBB then asks me what I do, curious about who I am and my background.

I stall as they both examine me up and down from head to toe. They look at my jacket, shirt, shoes, and jeans and are impressed with the ensemble. I've learned over the years that well tailored clothes are a big plus in many women's books and this afternoon my fashion sense came shining through. I run through an identity story and satiate their curiousity.

We continue to talk, just the three of us and I'm starting to get turned on by this woman. After about 10-15 minutes I turn to the blonde and ask her, "Would you mind if I asked your friend for her number?" She unabashadly responds, "No, go right ahead." Nice. I turn to HBB and close and then continue to fluff for another 5 minutes. (credit Shanghai)

With their drinks done they head back to the bar, but before they're completely gone, HBB leans into me, whispers into my ear and says, "Leave me a sexy message." She smiles and walks away. I'm in. I don't set up the D2 which worries me a little bit but don't dwell on it. I'll have my chance later that night and during the weekend.

I text her at 1:15 AM.

Me: Hey sexy, you still awake? Night cap?

HBB: Thanks for checking, been asleep since twelve, sweet dreams. (2:15 AM)

No worries. Fast forward to Sunday afternoon. (Text conversation)

Me: No phone call? No flowers? No candy? Geez, what happened to romance? ;-) Hope you're having a fantastic weekend. Free for a drink tonight before you go home?

HBB: What? Drinks? No dinner?

Me: LOL! You'e so cute. Ok, I'll let you uy me dinner, I'll get the drinks. ;-) How does 8 PM sound? We can meet in SOMA.

HBB: Today, no. Monday ok, Tuesday ok.

Me: Perfect, let's meet tomorrow at 7 pm. Wear something sexy. I'll call you in the afternoon and give you the details.

HBB: Sexy? Spit shined birkenstocks work for you?

Me: Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow.

D2 set for Monday afternoon. Mission accomplished.

Lessons Learned:

1. Escalate the interaction both physically and verbally. Let her know you are interested in her and not in a platonic sense. Too many times in the past I've neglected to build the "sexual tension" and have failed in getting to the next stage.

2. You can run a 2 set without a wing, just make sure to include the other women to win her over. I asked the friend for permission to close HBB which I believe paved the way to success.

3. Notice the IOIs from both women, the blonde was helping me the whole time, encouraging me. Make sure to pick up the cues and follow through.

A Speaking Opportunity - Stanford University

2007-04-06T13:24:00.000-07:00

Last year while sitting in a coffee shop in Palo Alto, CA I befriended 2 female Stanford University students who were encountering the typical dating/relationship problems that college students face. Their problems ranged from how to flirt, to how to dress, how to act, what to say, building up confidence and improving one's self-esteem. These are the same issues many of us face, work on and continue to practice as PUAs.

As the months passed I kept in touch with both of them, offering them advice, helpful hints, and insights gleamed from over 20 years of dating and relationships. Just this past week I received an email from one of the women, asking me to come to Stanford University and give a 2 hour talk to a group of students on "Dating and Relationships."

I don't have all the details just yet but it will be sometime in early May, I'll post more information as it becomes available. I'm excited about this wonderful opportunity to share some of my experiences at one of the nation's premier institutions of higher learning.

I'm going to try and videotape the lecture and post it on my other site www.socialsavant.com. Stay tuned...

Some Thoughts...

2007-02-27T01:38:00.000-08:00

I've received a number of encouraging comments from many of you. Thank you for the kind words regarding my last post. When I embarked on this journey I knew one day that I would start to feel the emotions I desired and craved. I didn't realize that when they came, they would hit me like a brick wall. Wham! All it takes is one woman to bring you crashing back to Earth.

In retrospect, I'm grateful for the experiences of the last 2 months, they've humbled me and made me realize that as a man, its healthy to experience pain, longing, and hurt.

Becoming proficient in this "game" came with a price. I hurt some women along the way, I used them for my own needs and to gain a reputation in the San Francisco community as a "PUA." I didn't care at times what I did, in fact I was oblivious to the emotions the women I was dating/sleepging with were feeling. All that mattered for a long time was getting the girl.

Things have changed, I've matured and slowed down. I no longer go out 4-6 times a week to "practice" like I once did and that's because my priorities have shifted. Work, the business Positive and I have started, my family, and triathlons all are coming back into focus and balance is being restored in my life.

Stay tuned for more adventures in 2007.

Getting Dumped

2007-01-29T00:49:00.000-08:00

I've been in a fog all weekend long. On Wednesday evening one of the women I was dating broke up with me, via email. I came home from grabbing a burrito at my favorite taqueria with Derek and found the email sitting in my inbox. I opened it, sat there, reread it several more times and was stunned speechless.

I called Derek over and told him that "E" just broke up with me. I walked into my bathroom, sat down, stood up, went into my closet and grabbed my keys. I left my apartment, went down to my car and grabbed my only cigarette.

I walked back into my bathroom and Derek followed me and sat down while I puffed away. He asked me how I was feeling and I told him that I was fine. He knew better. I didn't know what went wrong. I was starting to fall for this one, she was different. Although we've only been dating for about 2 months we saw each other several times a week, and we were getting closer.

Just that past Sunday night she was over at my place. Later on Monday night I went over to her place and she cooked dinner. Since I was working late on Monday night I told her I would be over later in the evening. I didn't arrive until about 10:30 or so. As we sat down to eat I looked at her and she said that she waited for me so that we could eat dinner together.

I can't tell you how much that simple gesture touched me. When I was younger my mom used to do the same thing whenever my dad worked late. When he came home at 7:30 or 8 PM, my mom would reheat the food, and sit down at the table with him. Often times they would eat in silence, other times he would talk about work, sometimes he would watch the news. But one thing was for sure, my mom was there for him.

When "E" said that to me, my heart melted and I looked at her in a different light. This was a side of her that I had never seen before, it marked a subtle shift in our relationship. She no longer viewed me as just some guy, although in my mind I was. She cared enough about me to send me a signal that made me feel good.

I always knew that there was a softer side to her. But at the same time I always knew that she was emotionally distant from me. I knew that she didn't want to get close to me for a number of reasons, but this, this was good. I tried at times to take things deeper, to tell her about my life, share personal things with her. But every time she stopped me with short, curt one-word answers. Other times she would just smile and look away. I was hurt a little but accepted this aspect of the relationship.

Later that evening we sat and talked about US Weekly, celebrity gossip and I held her in my arms. She lay on top of me and looked at me with her brown eyes and I was content, happy. I felt really close to her, I felt comfortable and allowed all of the emotions that I was experiencing to flow through me. I could say that for once, in a very long time I was satisfied.

We spent the night together, woke up, grabbed some coffee and waited together for the tow truck that was taking her car to the dealership. We kissed goodbye and I went home to get ready for work.

I had no idea that she would spring this on me several days later. It's now 1:34 AM on Monday morning as I write this. I had all weekend to think and to analyze and contemplate on what transpired in the past week. I'm feeling pretty down and miserable. I'll try and write more later this week, but for now I'm going to bed.

FR: Taxi Cab - The One Minute PU

2007-01-16T01:18:00.000-08:00

I was getting ready to meet one of the girls I was dating and her roommate at a bar in San Francisco's Mission District so I called a cab. I didn't want to drive or deal with parking since I would be drinking with this dynamic duo. These two hard-charging East Coast girls can party like there's no tomorrow.

I was waiting for my cab inside my building just chatting it up with Gary, one of our security guards when a cab pulls up. It wasn't my cab but I grabbed it anyway. I open the door and sit down and notice that there's a blonde still seated. She's wearing black striped pants, and a jacket waiting for her change.

Without even getting a good look at her face I open.

Me: Where are you going, you can't leave...we made plans.
HBB: (giggles and turns towards me) Well this is my stop and I'm getting off.

I stare at her and can't help but notice how f**king cute she is. Damn! And she has a European accent.

Me: Well, this relationship isn't going to work out if you're going to be this way. I mean, we need to compromise.
HBB: (smiles)
Me: You live here right?
HBB: Yes.
Me: What apartment?
HBB: 5xx
Me: Perfect, I'm in 2xx. I'm ....
HBB: I'm N
Me: Well, we're going to have to stop meeting like this in cabs, how about we meet in the hot tub on Tuesday night.
HBB: The hot tub? The one in the garden? (smiles)
Me: Yes!
HBB: Ok, buzz me.
Me: Perfect, see you then.

She leaves the cab and I give the driver directions to my destination. As we drive away she's staring at me, standing on the sidewalk.

Not a solid close, but a fun interaction nonetheless. We'll see what happens this week as I play flirt and think of ingenius ways to set up the Day 2.

***Fast forward to Sunday Night***
I did a little thinking and at this point I had several options: 1) Knock on her door and try to talk to her or 2) Write her a note.

I decided to leave her a message on my own stationary for several reasons: 1) It's personalized, 2) I have good penmanship, 3) It's classy 4) Women love notes/letters 5) It's different.

Follow Up Message Left At Her Door

N,

We need to stop meeting in the most peculiar places...trans-atlantic flights, Amazon rain forests, and last Saturday's chance encounter in a taxi cab.

I have some free time on Thursday after work. Let's meet at XXXX on XXXX Street at 9PM.

- M #2xx

P.S. I was thinking hot tub but I ran out of Mr. Bubbles

Her response:

Hi D,

Thx for the message. Oh, no Hottub :-( It would be fun to go out for a drink this week but I'm all full. What about next week or Saturday this week? I am also going to XXXX at the XXXX tonight. Are you there too? Let me know.

Cheers,

N. #5xx

We're not going to be able to meet Thursday but she offered me several alternatives which was promising.

Lessons Learned:

1. Always follow up with every lead, you never know what will happen until you try.

2. The art of communication involves more than just a phone call or even a text. Reverting back to good old fashioned letter writing offers women a refreshing alternative to today's high tech methods.

3. Flirt all the time in whatever medium you choose to use.

Managing Multiple Women

2006-12-29T23:31:00.000-08:00

On Thursday night I picked up one of my girls from the airport after she spent Christmas with her family. She was upbeat, smiling, and happy to see me. I drove her to her car and she followed me back to my place in SF so she could spend the night.

The next day we woke up and went for a run together down the Embarcadero. After returning back to my place I jumped on my laptop while she showered. After she finished I jumped in the shower and got ready to grab some lunch. I came out of my room, saw my bed made, and found her sitting on my couch. She turns and looks at me and says, "Whose black panties are those on your bed?" I freaked out. While she was making my bed she found a pair of black panties underneath my bed on the floor. How could I have been so stupid?

I realized that I had neglected to stick to my routine. I became complacent, a little cocky and overconfident, thinking I would never get caught. For a while I was cruising along, having different women over several times a week and playing it cool. My routine was simple and I f*cked it up because I got lazy. Here are a few simple rules to keep in mind when dating multiple women.

1. Always change the sheets after they leave. I was in a regular habit of washing my sheets, pillowcases and duvet cover after a women left my place. It was easy, I have a washer/dryer in my apartment and I would throw them in there and put new ones on my bed. No stains, no smells, no problems.

2. Vacuum your room. I have carpet in my bedroom and would always run the vacuum around my bed to pick up any dirt. This is a no-brainer.

3. Sweep/Vacuum your bathroom. I have my own bathroom and would find long strands of hair from various women on the tile floor. Not cool. You don't want a woman in your bathroom finding a blond strand of hair when hers is brown. You're just asking for trouble.

4. Wash your bathroom mats. These mats also attract hair, dirt, and who knows what. Make sure these are clean. Mine are white and pick up dirt fairly quickly.

5. Wash your towels. Seriously, women notice if the towels they normally use are not clean. I store my towels in the same place and my guest towels are always there. My girls know where to grab them when they shower. If they weren't there or in my hamper they would question me and wonder why the towels were dirty. Wash the towels when they leave.

6. Empty your trash can. I would normally throw my condom wrappers in the trash can in my bathroom and I would occassionally find women's tampon wrappers in there as well. Don't forget to always empty the trash before any women comes to visit.

7. Clean the drain in your shower. I've found hair in the drain after a woman has used the shower and its not a pretty site. Remove any evidence.

I didn't have an answer to her question when she asked me , "Whose black panties are those?" I was stunned. I wasn't sure what to say, and anything I would say would come across as lying. She kept asking me, "Why aren't you nice to me?" I didn't have an answer. I had to think about it for a little bit and came to the realization that she was asking me, "Why did you disrespect me?" In other words, why did you do something like that and allow me to see it/find out.

Dating multiple women is fun, sleeping with different women on a regular basis is exciting but you have to be careful. There's a good chance that one of these days you will be caught and when that day happens shit will hit the fan. Be prepared, be meticulous, be sensitive to a woman's feelings when she comes over and don't get sloppy.

Our relationship is over. I thought things would be fine after yesterday's run, she was smiling, fun, ran errands with me and even went out with her friends at night and got drunk. However, she came back last night and was belligirent, started acting out and pissed me off. We tried going to bed but she kept bringing the subject up, talking to me, crying and then getting angry. At one point she told me how much she cared about me, even going so far as to say that she loved me.

After some time she left my room, hung out in the living room and started crying. I came out and saw Positive sitting on the other couch with her and just being quiet. I sat down next to her and just held her as she sobbed and cried for a couple of minutes. I looked at the clock, it was 5 AM.

I brought her back to my room and tried to fall asleep. I woke up at about 8:30 AM to catch her packing her stuff up and getting ready to leave. She finished, told me she was leaving and I walked her to the front door. We didn't hug, we didn't make eye contact, we didn't say a word to each other.

I've been fairly emotionally unattached to this woman during the course of our relationship. Some of my fellow PUAs call that a strength and an advantage when dealing with women. At times it can be a curse. Seeing her cry, seeing her ask me for an opportunity to be with me tore at me on the inside. But since I've been accustumed to dealing with women at almost an arm's length I'm not as reactive as I would have been in the past. I wish I could feel more but I don't.

As I sit here typing this up I can only imagine what she's going through right now. I knew that this relationship would eventually end but didn't expect it to end this way. Not with her finding a pair of black panties on my floor. Not with her crying in front of my roommate.

So many of you think that the hard part of this is the initial pickup, it isn't. After understanding how pickup works, the real game starts in the relationship management. There are a lot of guys who are good at pickup, but how many of them can successfully keep the relationship going strong for months, keeping her interested, laughing and devoted? How do you sustain it on your end? There have been some great posts by Sean Newman of PU101 on Relationship Management on his blog and on EBSS. If you have the inclination to learn more I suggest you read them.

I need to go wash my towels, clean my bathroom and vacuum my room. If you'll excuse me, this PUA needs to get back on track.

FR: Day 2 - The Authentic Man

2006-12-08T17:25:00.000-08:00

I recently had the opportunity to take part in the Authentic Man Program here in San Francisco, a workshop designed to help you relate better with women. As a result of the intense 3 day course I came away with an enlightened mind and a renewed passion to creating what can only be described as "authentic and real interactions" with every person I meet. I'm not going to go into a long explanation or review of the program here, rather I'll talk about the application of some of the techniques to a Day 2 I had on Thursday night.

I've been texting a woman periodically for the last 2 months, one of the blondes that I met in my FR: Double Blonde Night. We didn't have a chance to connect right away which didn't matter since I was already hanging out with 2 other women on a regular basis. What was important was I stay connected in whatever manner possible, in this case texting.

Some of my texts included:

1. "You don't call, you don't write, or send flowers...are we breaking up?"
2. You missed our follow up appointment with Dr. Johnson.
3. "It's your ex-husband, don't forget to pick up the kids from the day care."
4. "Can you pick up my dry cleaning and drop it off."

I've kept everything light, funny, maintaining the frame that we were married and now divorced. I've been using role-playing as my main attraction tool, incorporating various scenarios that allow me to expand the scope of our relationship. Via roleplay I've been able to bring to surface sexual situations and behaviors which results in no backlash but rather acceptance and compliance on her part.

I've successfully managed to get a Day 2 set up 2 months later after the cold approach. Everyone knows that most women will forget about you, unless you did/said something remarkable in your interaction. I don't think I did, but that's just me. What I did do right was continue to pursue her and not allow any of her tests to affect me. I've kept her number in my phone for 2 months, and planned on keeping it for another 3. (credit Hurricane)

Test #1: I send a text and she responds with, "Who is this?"
My response: Your ex-husband, did you remember to pay the babysitter?

By constantly referring back to our interaction at the Redwood Room 2 months ago I was able to trigger her memory. She came back and texted me with, "Redwood Room?" I rewarded her by saying, "You're so sweet, you remembered, let's grab a drink at the Americano next Thursday at 7 PM. "

We couldn't sync up our schedules to an appropriate date and because of my busy schedule I forgot about her. I recently reconnected with her again on Thanskgiving, texting her with "Happy Thanksgiving, don't forget to bring me some leftovers." This time, instead of texting me back she called and I dropped into form assuming the ex-husband frame. I teased, flirted and made fun of her reminding her her how she couldn't prepare Thanksgiving dinner well, had to buy it from the supermarket, etc. She loved it and laughed. Then after the flirting was over I shifted gears and just talked. We parted ways but still no Day 2 planned.

Back to Laura and Thursday night. I found out in a brief conversation with her about 3 weeks ago that she moved back into San Francisco, in fact, in the building right across the street. (Yes, I'm jumping up and down, can you feel my excitement?) I was stoked, in fact it made it easy to set something up.

Thursday afternoon rolls around, I text her around 4 PM and receive a call at 6 PM. My phone rings and I answer:

Me: Domino's Pizza. Oh it's you again, yes we have the triple pepperoni pizza just like you want it. And if that's not going to work we have the Brooklyn special.
Laura: (giggles)
Me: And since you're a frequent caller we have a special, buy 2 large pizzas and get a small free.
Laura: I only call like 4 times a week.
Me: I know, you're our most devoted customer, thank you!

I shift to rapport we agree on drinks, and I tell her I'll be ready in 45 minutes. She busts on me for taking so long and that being one of the reasons we divorced. I laugh and tell her 30 minutes. I love a woman who can play right along with me. I'm going to enjoy this Day 2.

We meet up at the corner of my building and we hug. I tease her again, "That's a good hug, the alimony check must have come early this month." She laughs and we begin walking down the street.

She launches into a story and in the middle she stops and apologizes to me.

Laura: I'm a bad storyteller.
Me: No, you're doing fine.
Laura: No, really I am.
Me: You can't be a bad storyteller, we took Storytelling 101 together remember? That way whenever we were at social functions we knew we'd be able to get through the night.
Laura: (giggles) I didn't pass Storytelling 101
Me: Yeah, you did, I slipped the teacher a $50 and she gave you a passing grade.
Laura: (giggles)

We keep things light, talking about Christmas and family and head over to Ozumo, a high-end Japanese restaurant with a cool bar. We order drinks and I mention to her that I'll buy the first round if she buys the second, she agrees. We find seats and just talk. I usually try to transition into some sort of deep rapport and take the lead but the conversation flows easily.

We briefly touch on shopping and I ask her if she's done her Christmas shopping just yet.

Laura: No, I haven't started, I'm still figuring out who deserves a present.
Me: Oh, I see, we have the "Official Laura X-Mas Point System."
Laura: (smiles) Yes, we do.
Me: Indulge me, just what is this mysterious point system and how does one get points? When does the point system start? Right after x-mas or do you allow them a grace period until after New Years?
Laura: Definitely a grace period. I mean, you need to let loose from x-mas to NYE. Back to the point system. Well, there's 1 point everytime you send an email to say hi. 5 points for sending me a card.
Me: Of course, but only 5 points? I mean, writing a letter or sending a card is a lost art form, don't you agree? Shouldn't there be a little more for someone taking the time to actually write?
Laura: (giggles) You're right, a little more. Oh, and 10 points for calling me on my birthday. This guy I was dating for only a week called me at 10 am on my birthday, no one else called until later that afternoon.
Me: How did you feel about that?

Since taking the AMP program I wanted to work on is becoming "present" in the situation, taking stock of how I feel, what my breathing is like, if I can feel my feet, my fingers, the clothes I'm wearing. After taking note of my feelings I breathe deeply looking at her intently but clearing my mind. At this point I'm allowing whatever she says and feels to hit me, accepting her and not judging.

Taking an active interest and being in tune with the situation allows me to relax, her to relax and in turn, she opens up. She starts a thread about seeing a psychiatrist and cuts it. I look at her, breathe, and tell her that's ok to talk about it, I'm interested in learning more about her. She gives me a look of hesitation and then I open up and lead, talking about my experiences with both a psychiatrist and a psychologist 10 years ago, and being under the influence of Paxil. She's touched and then she opens up to me about feeling inadequate, not cute or pretty enough, and always settling for the "good guys" who kiss her ass.

What's amazing about this is she's an attractive, successful mortgage banker with flawless skin, great boobs :-), a self-determined persona, and tough as nails exterior, definitely Type A. I don't question her, rather continue to pry and open her up slowly.

I sense a feeling of relief from her, as she unburdens some of these issues onto me. I take it all in while in the back of my mind staying curious about her. I fixate my gaze, lock eyes and breathe in who she is. I sense a change in her, something subtle yet profound. She's relaxed, warming up to me, and definitely intrigued with who I am. She suggests a venue change for something quieter, nice. I turn to her, "I appreciate you opening up to me, thank you for sharing." I smile warmly and she smiles back.

We gather our things and head to Cosmopolitan, another bar across the way. We make small talk and enter the venue. She spots a table and points it out.

Me: The dynamics are all bad, I won't be able to hear you sitting across from you.
Laura: We can sit next to each other, that way we'll be able to talk.
Me: Sounds good.

In the back of my mind I give her major points for understanding the situation and working with me to find something we'll both agree on. Kudos for being socially aware.

We order drinks and sit. I'm sitting with my back facing forward and she's turned herself so she's completely facing me. We continue our discussion about men and women, both of us talking about our experiences. She really dives into her ex and how they were together for 4 years and she tried breaking up with him but he never wanted to.

I asked her at one point, "How did you know it was time to move on." She looked at me and said, "I just had this feeling inside."

Me: What did it feel like inside?
Laura: I just didn't want to be with him, it was weird.

I sat there and didn't say anything, focusing on what she was feeling, thinking, trying to put myself in her shoes. We stare at each other for what seems like a couple of minutes but was probably only 20-30 seconds.

She breaks the tension and suggests we order some food. We continue talking as the food arrives, it's a little sampler plate and out of the blue she starts serving me, placing the food on my plate. I'm impressed.

Laura: I just want you to know, I never serve anyone. (she looks at me and smiles, wow, I felt that)
Me: Thank you.

We munch on the food and continue to talk. I'm enjoying her company, she's fun, smart, a little insecure but that's so endearing. I don't mind self-deprecating humor, which she's sprinkled in every now and then, as long as its in moderation but I can feel throughout the night that she acquiesces to me.

We make one final venue change to the Americano where I run into Brian another guy from the local lair and say hi. We sit outside and just talk more. At one point during the evening she tells me, "You're the most intuitive guy I've ever met." I tell her thank you and smile.

We wrap up the evening because she had to meet a networking group at 9 PM. It's now 9:30. I guess we got a little carried away. We hug, she jumps into a cab and I walk home, allowing myself to bask in a successful interaction where connecting with another human being on an emotional level was the goal. Mission accomplished.

Lessons Learned:

1. Be persistent in setting up the Day 2. If she doesn't respond to you right away let it go. Continue to send fun and flirty text messages every now and then to let her know that you're thinking about her. I waited about 2 months before finally getting a chance to meet up with her again. In the meantime I continued to do my thing and meet and date other women, never becoming needy, obsessed or even clingy.

2. Never allow her to dwell on her flaws or insecurities. If she paints herself in a negative light, don't get sucked in. Bring her energy level up and play. It's your responsibility to make the most out of the situation and lead.

3. Keep the Day 2 simple. Nothing elaborate and nothing far from where you both live. We walked down the Embarcadero and arrived at our destination in about 10 minutes. Perfect.

4. Always keep things interesting by switching up the energy in the interaction. After coming out of rapport, do something flirty and fun. Then transition back to rapport. Think of being on a roller coaster, allowing yourself to spend more time in the rapport portions than in the attraction phase.

The 3 Month Mark - Part II

2006-11-22T01:56:00.000-08:00

I'm learning a lot myself about this LTR and why women eventually settle down or remain exclusive with a man. In the beginning of a relationship you both are riding this emotional rollercoaster of good feelings. You both are excited to see each other, you have wild monkey sex on the ottoman in your living room with the blinds up so everyone can see you...(oops, sorry Derek), you go out and do fun things together like hit the bars, hang out with friends, etc.

As the relationship settles down, you notice a distinct difference in the woman's tempermant and actions. Let me break it down from my viewpoint, mind you this is my assessment and isn't a template for everyone else's. This LTR was set up by seeing her only twice a week with the occasional weekend sleep over.

Month 1

Attitude and Behavior: Cautious, looking to see if you're just there to fuck her, loves the great feelings you give her, carefree, no attachment to you, looking out for her own self-interests, indifferent to you, still dating or playing the field.

She's continually looking to you to prove yourself, you may still be "chasing" her and setting up the future get togethers. Looking to you to lead and present your best foot forward in terms of personality, appearance, demeanor, status, etc.

Expects to be catered to and impressed not with materialistic things but with your skill sets, I.E. Cooking for her, participating in athletic events, show of technical prowess via job or hobby.

Month 2

Attitude and Behavior: Curious about you and longs to learn more about you and your life, and lifestyle. Asks questions about your family, takes an active interest in your personal life, I.E. How is your nephew and sister? She starts to provide you with suggestions about issues, even starting to unburden some of her own problems on you asking you for guidance and advice.

Still a little unsure of where the relationship is headed but doesn't want to make too much noise just yet. Will ask questions about "other women" and try to gain more access to your life. She wants to become a more permanent fixture in your life, assumes she'll be able to spend the weekend with you when Friday night rolls around.

Looking to learn from you, and find out how deep you really are, intrigued by your experiences, and the plethora of knowledge that you have inside your head. Loves to be exposed to new insights and perspectives, impressed with your ability to "challenge" her and the status quo.

Loves seeing the different sides of you that you barely revealed to her initially. When you go out and do things together she'll look to see if you are really living up to the "talk and the hype" that you've told her so much about. I.E. I collect vinyl and DJ, can I spin and play records in front of her, talk about the music that I collect, impart some knowledge on her about the genre/scene, etc. When we go out do I introduce her to the people in the scene? DJs, promoters, producers, etc.

Month 3

Attitude and Behavior: Asking for exclusivity of some kind, wants to know that she's the primary or the "one" for you. Will accompany you on a number of errands and tasks. Longer outings expected, day trips, weekend sleepovers are more common place.

Her emotional state is more stable, she now gives you more information on her where abouts, and a peek inside of her schedule, where she'll be, when she talked to her mom. Discloses more information about her own personal life. Talks of her past, and feels safe to unload issues she's dealing with on you. Not necessarily asking for advice, but looking for guidance.

She doesn't want you to solve her problems, she's a big girl but she wants to know that you understand what she's going through and where she's headed. From her stance you're there to support her and make her feel comfortable about big decisions that loom in front of her. I.E. Career, friends, family.

Expects phone calls/texts/emails every couple of days, doesn't say it, but you can hear it in her voice when you talk or in the responses she gives you in email. Loves examples of your smarts or wit, and will use it when talking to her friends about you. Starts to make plans, we should go running together, or camping, etc. Future projection is huge at this point because it symbolizes stability and expectations on her end of where the relationship is headed. She expects that you will be together and that the decision she made about you is right on the money.

More to follow in the coming months as I try to sustain this LTR and continue with my present lifestyle.

Managing an LTR - 3 month mark

2006-11-13T01:26:00.000-08:00

I recently had the "talk" with a girl that I've been dating for over 3 months. We had a conversation over the phone earlier in the week and I told her that I didn't want to have the talk with her just yet, let's talk on Friday. The conversation played out like this:

Me: I don't feel like talking about this right now. Let's talk on Friday.
HB: I have plans on Friday and on Saturday.
Me: Am I a priority in your life?
HB: Yes.
Me: Good, then repeat after me. You are.
HB: You are.
Me: A priority.
HB: A priority.
Me: In my life.
HB: In my life.
Me: I'll be.
HB: I'll be.
Me: There on Friday at 8 PM.
HB: There on Friday at 8 PM.
Me: Gotta run, see you on Friday. Bye.

What was pretty funny about this whole interaction on the phone was Positive standing in the kitchen laughing his ass off as I made my girl jump through hoops. Yeah, I know its kind of a dick thing to do but this "Game" is about power and control. (Credit Shanghai)

Fast forward to Friday, she ends up spending the night and the next day we have the talk while laying on top of my bed. I'm realizing that these talks with women require a tremendous amount of frame control because you have to always remain calm.

A couple of things to keep in mind:

1. I told her several weeks ago I was willing to drop the other women I was seeing and try an "exclusive" relationship with her. She said no, she was enjoying dating other men and wasn't going to stop what she was doing. I was cool with that and didn't show any emotion. We continued to see each other.

2. She knows that I work as a dating coach on the side and I meet a lot of women. She also knows I go out on a lot of dates and that these dates are for "research purposes" as well as an opportunity to keep my skills sharp.

3. I've been seeing her once a week, sometimes twice a week. She once spent an entire weekend with me, from Friday night to Sunday afternoon where we did bf/gf things like drive down the coast, go to the beach, and basically act like a a couple.

My LTR is now testing me with a number of questions, and I've included the condensed answers:

Question 1: I'm glad that you teach other men how to meet women, but why do you need to go out on dates?

My response: I need to keep my skill set sharp and I need to understand what to do in every situation if a student asks me. I understand that you don't feel comfortable with me doing this but that's my lifestyle. You have the option of walking at any time.

Some things I was doing/thinking during the conversation:

1. As I'm responding to her and this is throughout the conversation I'm touching her hair, pulling it over and around her ear creating a tender moment between the both of us, a comfort move.
2. At the same time I was incredibly calm, talking slowly, never rushing my answers.
3. If I wasn't sure about what to say I would turn away or close my eyes and then make eye contact with her again.

I noticed while we were talking her eyes were scanning me, my face, going back and forth, excited and nervous, probably looking for any tell tale sign of me lying. I remember that when the questioning began I told myself to hold my frame and believe in what I was saying and if I did, so would she.

Question 2: I want us to be exclusive. What do you think?

My response: I'm not ready to settle down, relationships are dynamic and I'm still figuring us out. I don't want to plan anything because that's when relationships fail because you're setting yourself up for expectations that may or may not come true. Our relationship should move forward naturally, I don't want to force anything.

My last 2 relationships failed because I tried to force the issues instead of letting it move forward by itself. Do you want that to happen to us?

HB: No.
Me: Good, neither do I. Can we focus on the here and now and enjoy the time we spend with each other?
HB: Yes.

Question 3: I want to know what's happening with us.

My response: I don't know why you're so worried about us. I treat you with respect, make you laugh, and smile. I don't bring any drama into our interactions and I always make sure that the time we spend together is fun and enjoyable for the both of us. Don't you agree? Or have I been doing something wrong?

HB: Yeah, you're right we always have a good time.
Me: I'm glad you realize that.

At this point I told her that I needed to run some errands and she smiled. I asked her if we needed to continue talking about "us" and she said only if you want to. I smiled, kissed her and helped her gather her things. I then walked her out to her car and kissed her goodbye. She was in a great mood, smiling telling me that she was going running. I walked back into my apartment and began to clean, prepping my pad for the evening's festivities and the onslaught of women that would be arriving for another party at "The Waterfront Lounge."

I'm still trying to figure out how to manage this relationship correctly and granted I know I've made a number of mistakes but I've always been able to recover. One of the dilemnas I face is I'm now hanging out with a new girl that I like who is so cool and chill that it complicates things just a little bit because my emotions are starting to come into play. To top it off I still have 2 more Day 2s to set up and I'm running out of time in the week, but more about that in future postings.

FR - The Role of The Wing

2006-10-13T04:04:00.000-07:00

It's a Thursday night and I'm heading over to my friend Carrie's for dinner and TV, after all, it's Grey's Anatomy night on ABC. I arrive, eat homemade beef stew, pasta and drink some great wine while chilling with my friends. I love having different social circles, I feel that I'm growing by leaps and bounds by being exposed to different personalities, attitudes, ideas and beliefs.

After having dinner with Carrie and my friends I met up with $M at the other "Waterfront Lounge" aka "The Annex." He's got a beautiful view of the bay bridge and the ferry building from his deck. We chill, talk, have a couple of shots and head out to North Beach to meet up with Sanjeev and Lapesh. Prior to leaving Matt and I discuss pulling back to his place. So in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "We're pulling, that's our objective for the night. Cool. I can handle that." We grab our stuff and head out towards North Beach. The Cigar Bar is dead so we proceed to The Bubble Lounge which is rather quiet for a Thursday evening. $M and Lapesh head down stairs while Sanjeev and I catch up.

There's a seated 3 set in the corner but $M not sure if they're cute. F*ck it, we're here, let's make the best of it and at least get warmed up. I walk over to the 3 set and I open.

Me: Hey guys, sorry I'm late, I couldn't find parking, oh yeah, and your sister called asking me what I was bringing for the birthday party this weekend. I told her I wasn't sure. (Credit Hurricane)

Brunette: (smiles)

I banter with her for a couple of seconds and $M comes in and wings. None of these girls were my targets but I wanted to get one good set in so I was warmed up and in a good head space. It worked. I tease her about getting men to buy her food, drinks and she giggles.

I then proceed to touch on a number of topics and she's listening in earnest, contributing in kind but no attraction - doesn't matter, I'm just vibing and enjoying the conversation. I look up and $M is in a conversation about the safest city in the U.S. and he tells me that Manhattan is. I actually disagree with him and he looks at me with a "WTF?"

$M: "Bad wing, bad wing!"
Me: Ummm...uhhh...

He laughs and plows through. Ok, need to remember to always agree with the wing on topics of conversation. :-) We continue chatting and as I ease into the conversation she's clearly engrossed. We talk about Grey's Anatomy and some of the characters in the show. I ask her, "Which character do you relate to the most?" Before she could I answer I stop her.

Me: Don't tell me, I can guess. You are a little off a Bailey, tough, critical, with an eye for perfection. I see some Meredith in you that is hopeful and child-like. And then there's a little Christina in you, determined, passionate...
Brunette: OMG! You are so right. How do you know all this stuff about me? (I love cold reads)
Me: I just get this vibe from you, but really it's your eyes and your presence that speak volumes. (Her eyes go just a little wider)
Brunette: I love the character Izzie...
Me: Why?
Brunette: Blah, blah, blah...blah, blah, blah...
Me: That is so cool!

At one point of the conversation she just stops and looks me in the eyes.

Brunette: How do you know so much about stuff and can come up with answers and responses off the top of your head?

I just stare at her calmly.

Me: I love people, analyzing them, connecting with them and figuring them out and what makes them tick.
Brunette: If you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?
Me: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Brunette: Try me.
Me: I work as a dating coach.
Brunette: (smiles) Like Hitch!
Me: Yes, like Hitch but a lot cuter and sexier!
Brunette: (giggles) Hey Carrie, Hannah, this guy is so cool. You know what he does? He's like Will Smith in the movie "Hitch."
Me: I never introduced myself, I'm ....

I shake hands with the brunette and her friends.

Brunette: I didn't know something like this existed. How and why did you get into it?
Me: I wasn't always this open and fun. In fact I used to have difficulty talking to people, connecting, like the way I am with you. (Nice anchor if I say so myself)

I fluff for a couple of minutes talking about my past, relationships, women, etc. Claire and Carrie are listening intently. I then turn the tables on them.

Me: Where would you rather meet a guy? In a bar or during the day time doing errands?
Girls: The daytime, definitely.
Me: What's your perception about men at night?
Claire: Men go to bars to "hook up" and that's all they want.
Carrie: Yeah, it's true they just want to sleep with you.
Me: Really, I find it interesting that you have these pre-conceived notions about men and here's why you think the way you do. Almost every man you've met has used the same boring lines, conversation starters with you for as long as you can remember. You've been trained to act and react the same way. However, when you meet someone such as myself who makes you laugh, smile and think, it's like a breath of fresh air. There are men out there like me, men that understand you and your needs. We have the confidence you're looking for, and the wit you crave. (I drop my voice and slow my pace) I'm sorry that you've had to meet guys who didn't know what they were doing. If I could take away all of those bad experiences I would but I can't. I can only give you this, here and now. Don't give up, there are men out there who are just as charming, and good looking as me. Well, not as charming and good looking... (I smile) But they're out there you just need to be patient.

Both girls smile at me and stay silent for just moment and then start talking. About what I don't really remember but that was the first time I dropped into rapport with two women at the same time.

$M mentions the "WL" and I tell him no, not feeling it. We think about venue changing the girls but they all have work the next morning and so we head outside. Matt and I catch up with Sanjeev and Lapesh. I mention Kel's and we make a beeline.

Once inside it's loud, noisy, and packed with 20-somethings, college kids all drinking, dancing and living it up. I'm standing at the bar and a girl sees me and calls my name, "XXXX! OMG!" I smile and say yes it is. I need to grab so and so!"

I chill order a drink and a friend of a girl I had previously met comes over and we start talking. She's smiling, I'm bantering and I introduce her to $M.

Me: $M, this is Annie, she actually helped design the Teddy Ruxpin doll that was so popular years ago.

Annie smiles and giggles, $M smiles back and shakes her hand.

Me: This is Gabby, her family actually invented Viagra and it's because of her so many men now have hard ons.

Gabby smiles and blushes a little and $M shakes her hand.

I turn to Annie and just fluff and she actually gets a little upset with me because I didn't invite her to the housewarming party I had back in September. She's toying with me and as she leaves asks me to kiss her on the cheek. I comply and turn my cheek and she kisses me back. Cool, no hard feelings.

$M spots a set with a cutie wearing a cool hat. He goes and opens while I watch waiting for the right moment to enter. As I'm standing about 15 feet away on the other side of the bar a hot blonde starts dancing and shaking her ass. It so happens its right in front of me. She finishes and stands up straight and sees me. I smile and open.

Me: Sweetie, what did I tell you about shaking your ass in public? You know we only agreed that you would do it on Thursday and Saturday nights.
HBBlonde: (giggles)
Me: Seriously, our therapist said it would be good for our relationship but only if you played by the rules. We are so breaking up...
HBBlonde: (laughs) I know, but I can't help it.
Me: Yes, we both know that, that's why we had it in the pre-nup. That's ok, we'll always have Cabo.
HBBlonde: (laughs and begins kinoing me)
Me: I really don't know what I'm going to do about you, I can't take you anywhere without you making a scene. The time in that bar and you just started dancing on the table, and then the one time...(I continue to banter teasing the hell out of her and pumping the attraction)

I look over at $M and he seems to be in really well so I eject and come into wing.

Me: Hey $M, how are you doing? Everything cool?
$M: Hey guys, this is my friend Dennis. This is Caroline and Alissa.
Me: Hi, nice to meet you. (I shake both of their hands and turn to Caroline) You're wearing my friend's hat. You know there's a rental fee for that.
Caroline: (smiles) Blah, blah, blah...

I continue to banter and as the music plays I begin to dance with her. I'm grooving to everything from hip hop to singing along with Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline." Yeah, it was one of those nights were all these random songs were being played and everyone in the bar was singing along, including myself.

After about 10-15 minutes of dancing, singing and bantering with her I tell Caroline that I'm going to go smoke a cigarette. On the way out I open a hot blonde in a cute black dress.

Me: That's a cute outfit, but you didn't need to dress up for me. I really like you in just jeans, a sweatshirt, and that cute baseball cap.

She giggles, and smiles. I kino her and start bantering. Just as I started getting into it I feel someone punch my arm. I turn and it's Caroline looking pissed. I glance at her and walk outside with her following me.

Me: Did you get me a cigarette?
Caroline: Here it is. (good girl, I like it when girls take care of things for me)
Me: Do you have a light?

She lights my cigarette and hands it to me. Awwww, how sweet. I've got this girl so attracted to me that it's not even funny. I'm not attracted to her but if $M is going to succeed I need to play my role to a "T." Meaning, a good wing will take one for the team, or as my buddy VanWilder would say, "Jump on the warpig and take her out."

Caroline is standing outside smoking and asks me in French if I speak French. I tell her no.

Me: Tell me something dirty in French. (She leans in and whispers something in ear which actually sends shivers up my spine. I'm a sucker for a chick that can speak a sexy foreign language.

The four of us are now standing outside smoking and $M suggests a venue change to his place which is only about 4-5 blocks away. I totally agree and grab Caroline's hand.

Me: Let's go...(I banter some more with her and continue to run high octane attraction on her)

On the walk back I'm flirting kinoing and just being very playful so that $M can do his thing. I may have gone beyond the call of duty with my winging but that's ok, everything is a team effort and most importantly a learning experience. It resulted in a successful transition back to his place, a couple of shots, and after about 45 minutes at "The Waterfront Lounge Annex" I called it a night.

Lessons Learned

1. Have a game plan for the night, you and your wing should determine what the objective is and what to do in specific situations. We were determined to pull back to $M's at the end of the night.

2. Gauge the women's reactions to pulling. Early on in the night with the 3 set, $M and I briefly discussed trying to pull the women back but agreed that it wasn't the right move so we let it go. Move on to the next venue and try again with a different set.

3. Be a good wing and take one for the team. You work as a team meaning, watch what is happening with the other interaction, make sure the obstacle is having a great time and continue to be aware of the next steps.

4. Allow your wing to dictate the interaction. I waited for $M to suggest a venue change because he knew his target was ready. I just had to do my job up to that point and make sure Caroline was raring to go. When he gave the signal, I pulled her along without any hesitation.

5. Enjoy yourself when you're out with your wing, smile and laugh. Yeah, it's important.

FR - Double Blonde Night

2006-10-05T01:52:00.000-07:00

My roommate and wing Derek aka Positive always gives me shit when I tell him, "I'm rusty, I need to go run." To the average person using the word "rusty" and "run" in the same sentence probably sounds weird. But to a PUA, this makes perfect sense.

With work taking more of my time, the consulting business off the ground, an LTR in the works, the launch of a record that I helped finance, my life has become even busier than ever. How do you find the time to stay sharp? How do you know that the skill set you've developed still works? Easy. You go out and run and figure out what your sticking points are.

Derek and I meet up with Joe a new guy from the lair and a recent Bay Area transplant working in S.F. We meet up at our place and then walk the short distance to one of our favorite haunts. We enter, I open a mixed set of 2 guys and 1 girl and give them some of the Mango special. They're soon joined by another female who hands out drinks to them, I banter, tease and I stay in set, working those social muscles. After a couple of minutes I eject and rejoin Derek and Joe.
Derek and I start to dissect and analyze a couple of sets, explaining some things to Joe and giving him a little more insight into the world of social dynamics.

We send him into a couple of sets, he's doing o.k. he's staying in but he's not generating attraction, we let him work the set, while we lounge on a couch. While seated we befriend a married guy from Toronto here for work. He ends up tagging along with us to the next venue down the street. We pull him out and bounce to the next venue.

I'm at the bar and as I turn to hand out drinks to the guys I spot a mixed 4 set, 2 girls and 2 guys. There's a cute blonde with curly hair, a black skirt, and a nice blouse. She seems feisty and fun. I like. She approaches the bar and I open.

Me: You're not getting through here. (smiling)
HBCurly: Oh yeah?
Me: Seriously, you need to have a number, right now there at 73.
HBCurly: I think I have my ticket, I'm actually number 2.
Me: That's too bad, you'll be waiting a long time...we don't serve your kind here. (smiling)
HBCurly: They'll definitely serve me! (smiles)

Banter, banter, banter...I allow her and her group of friends to grab their drinks and I rejoin my friends. Derek sends Joe into a 3 set and we watch. The woman are all older, mid to late 30's possibly 40's. Yeah, Cougars! Cool.

As I'm standing there I notice the mixed 4 set with the feisty blonde. One of the guys is missing, probably off buying a drink. The older gentleman, probably in his 50's maybe even 60's is obviously trying to game one of the girls and he's going about it the wrong way. He's grabbing at her, becoming physical, trying to kiss her, the usual AFC, or should I say drunk and horny things men try to do. He continues to pull her into him and she's fighting like any woman would, geez, the guy was ugly, old, and gave off a total creepy vibe.

I see my opening and I approach.

Me: Hey man, how do you do it? 2 girls, swanky bar, you've got really good game.
Oldman: (looks at me a little surprised and tries to play it off by regaining his composure) Yes, thanks, I just know what the ladies like.

The other 2 women are watching me, waiting...I continue to engage the man saying who knows what but eventually get introduced to both women. The one I like, the blonde (no surprise) with curly hair has attitude, lots of it. She's probably been hit on all night, seems pretty socially savvy but alas, she's never come across a PUA like this.

The older man does me a huge favor and isolates his target and leaves me alone with HBBlondie. I don't remember what I really say at this point but it was standard attraction material. Tease, tease, kino, banter, kino, roleplay.

Now I've incorporated a ton of roleplay into my sets, taking 2 powerful frames, husband or boyfriend. Within the context of both of these roles I'm able to create a scenario that provides the woman with a safe environment to be herself. Using roleplay you accomplish several things:

1. Create a special bond immediately by projecting or reminiscing about the two of you. She knows her place immediately within your new relationship. Within this context you can describe everything from what music you'll be listening to, to what outfit she wore, to what you had for dinner. She can play along.

2. Deliver a compelling attractive identity that women flock to. It takes a confident man to talk to a woman that he's just met as if they've been going out for a long time. From this standpoint you endear yourself to her with your charming personality.

3. Distinguish yourself from other guys as someone who is not only socially savvy, but fun, creative and imaginative. (But of course you guys all knew that)

With this in mind I'll recount one of my favorite conversations from this interaction.

Me: Sweetie, why are you like this? C'mon, can't we just get along? I mean, after all it is a Wednesday night.
HBBlondie: I know, I know, but I've had a tough week at work.

I glance out of the corner of my eye and notice 2 AMOGS, watching, leering moving closer to my set. I turn, smile, and engage.

Me: Hey guys, can you believe my wife? We've been married for 3 years and we're trying to enjoy ourselves and she won't loosen up. (I smile and turn to my wife) Sweetie, Dr. Peterson said we need to go out on a "date" once a week to spice things up. Don't you remember?
HBBlondie: Yes, I remember, he also said that we should socialize...
Me: I know he did, but this is supposed to be our time. (I turn back towards the guys) Don't you guys agree? You go out with the wife once in awhile, socialize, but it's all about re-connecting with her, generating that attraction...I banter, fluff, vibe and after awhile both guys are disarmed.

Both guys look at me and smile. They're stuck.

Me: Thanks guys, I knew we could work this out, we've got another appointment with Dr. Peterson next week and we're supposed to give him an update.

I look at HBBlondie and she's smiling. Can't it be? Did my witty repartee turn her on? You bet it did. I continue to banter a little more, and then I drop to rapport. We start vibing and then after a couple of more minutes I move her to a quiet part of the bar with couches and drop my energy way down. I look at her, kino, and just talk normally.

After about 10 minutes or so we get back up to look for her friends. While waiting for her two friends she starts to ask me questions like:

"Where do you live?"
"What do you do?"

Then she states, "I've been dating Stanford MBAs, but I'm getting bored with them." I respond, "I never went to college."

She shuts up, and drops the subject. She then asks me if I've ever been to the Americano, and suggesting we should meet up there...yeah, I know where this is going. We talk about the Day 2, both can't agree on a specific day because of our schedules and leave it up in the air. We exchange contact information and I walk her out. Outside I give her a hug and a kiss and say my goodbye. While her and her friends are waiting for their car I spot a tall, hot blonde, about 5'10 smoking a cigarette by herself. I smile to myself and know that she's next. The three of them get into their car and drive off. I walk about 10-15 feet and I open.

Me: Do you have an extra cigarette?
HBBlondie2: No, I don't.
Me: What? You were supposed to have one ready for me when I came out? I can't take you anywhere! (kino)
HBBlondie: (giggle)

I continue to run attraction material but she's not totally hooked. She's laughing but she's not attracted. No worries, I shift to rapport and just vibe.

Turns out she's 25, a nurse working at SF General, and from Boston. We transition the conversation to travel, men and women, and the energy is cool. I'm not sure where this is going to go but I'm a sucker for tall, thin, attractive blonde women. My friends come out looking for me and I number close her as well. I don't set up the Day 2 because I'm leaving for a trip to NYC for a week but know that my text game better be strong if I want to see her again. We say our goodbyes and part ways.

Lessons Learned:

1. Learn to roleplay. By calling a girl your girlfriend and wife you're setting the framework for a very fun and flirtatious interaction. Allow her to fill in the gaps during your conversation seeing if she's as cool and fun as you think she is. She will if she's socially savvy and attracted.

2. Push yourself even if your wing is around. I didn't need Derek to push me into set, I just went. In fact, whenever I see a cute/sexy/hot blonde I'll approach by myself. Don't ever doubt your abilities and rest on your laurels. Push and ride the high from one interaction to the next.

3. Take the time to take out the newbies once in a while. When I was starting out I wished some of the more experienced guys would hang out with me. It's good karma.

How Time Flies

2006-09-28T10:22:00.000-07:00

I've neglected my blog for almost a month and I feel guilty for it. So I've decided to take a different route this time. My blog has become my personal diary of sorts ever since I started it. I've written numerous FRs, LRs, but never really shared any emotions with my readers because I thought you didn't want to know about my emotional state or how I felt down, depressed, excited, or even happy.

Since my last FR I've dropped a girl that I was dating, dropped an FWB, but have continued to see this one girl who is not my typical "target" physically but has some rather unique characteristics. She's smart, intelligent, savvy, a cute dresser, younger (try 9 years younger), educated, sassy, doesn't give in to bullshit, and intrigues me because of her personality. Where other women in the past have showed interest in me by calling, texting, etc. this one hasn't. She's aloof, acts disinterested and a very tough read at times. Yeah, you could say she's gaming me back. I can't read her sometimes which is good, it keeps me on my toes. We aren't serious, well not in the "exclusive" sense but I can tell we are kind of heading down that route. She wants it or so I'm lead to believe.

How do I know?
Simple.

She asked me to come meet her parents last week while they were in town. Being the good PUA I did. I was a little nervous since it's been awhile since I've been down the "meet the parents" route. But after I was reassured that my friend Sarah would be there I decided why not. Ok, so I brought my roomie and wing Positive and he in turn invited 4 other people to join us so the little "meet the parents" turned into, meet my friends.

I was polite, cordial, sat next to my girl's mom and told her stories from my past.

At one point in the evening I got up and excused myself to go to the restroom. My girl, being as slick as 007 said, "I'm going to the restroom as well." Nice one. You think they put 2+2 together? We met near the restrooms I pulled her in, kissed her and relished in her warm embrace. Feels good to be dating someone whom you enjoy spending time with. I've forgotten what it was like to be in a relationship.

I keep asking myself, what's going to happen to the PUA in me? Will I quit and go AFC? What does she think about where we're headed? Can I continue to sustain this lifestyle and juggle multiple women? The answer is I'm not dead and got into this game to learn, live, and experience. My girl knows what I do. She knows I teach, I date, and probably in the back of her head knows I sleep with other women but she doesn't say a word.

Before I dive into the whole relationship management thing, I just want to say that setting up this relationship has been work. I've made countless mistakes in the past with women and as I gain a better understanding of women, relationships and my own needs and wants I've put into practice everything I've learned up to this point.

I'll save the relationship stuff for another day. For now I just want to say that life is pretty good. I'm content with my progress but not satisfied. I leave you with one of my favorite quotes.

"What we call results are beginnings" - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Life Builders Creed

2006-08-31T10:49:00.000-07:00

Today is the most important day of my life.

Yesterday with its successes and victories,

struggles and failures is gone forever, the past is past.

Done. Finished.

I cannot relive it. I cannot go back and change it.

But I will learn from it and improve my today.

Today. This moment. NOW.

It is God's gift to me and it is all I have.

Tomorrow with all its joys and sorrows, triumphs and troubles

Isn’t here yet.

Indeed, tomorrow may never come.

Therefore, I will not worry about tomorrow.

Today is what God has entrusted to me.

It is all that I have. I will do my best in it.

I will demonstrate the best of me in it.-

My character, giftedness, and abilities-

To my family and friends.

I will identify those things that are most important

to do today,

And those things I will do until they are done.

And when this day is done

I will look back with satisfaction at that

Which I have accomplished.

Then and only then, will I plan my tomorrow,

Looking to improve upon today.

Then I shall go to sleep in peace... Content.

- Dale Witherington

FR - How I Earned My Nickname "Marina Hunter"

2006-08-30T03:47:00.000-07:00

This post was written on December 17, 2005...

Hey guys this is a long post, I wrote it until the wee hours of the
morning and I edited and added more of what I was able to remember
tonight so bear with me. Last night was a blur, I felt like a lot if
it happened so fast, so here goes.

The night started out badly, the rain was coming down hard in Palo
Alto and a jaunt to the city was not looking pretty. Visibility on
the freeway was horrible, but my wing Sanjeev said, "If we can sarge
in this weather, we can sarge anytime." He was right, the weather
didn't matter, our attitudes did.

We were listening to a mix CD of some slamming house tracks on our way
to pick up another wing, Barce at his place, north of the Panhandle.
We head down to the Marina via Filbert and once there notice that the
streets are empty, void of any life. This was not good. It would be
difficult to open up any warm up sets on the street.

We head into City Tavern, to wait for three more guys from the AoA
class. It's dead, there are 4 people tops inside. We chill, warm up,
order a drink and talk. Out of the blue 9-10 blonde hotties show up
with a number of guys in tow. I open up a blonde who sits next down
to me. "I feel like I'm in the middle of a sorority." She responds,
"We're Beta Blah Blah from Santa Barbara." I think to myself, I'm in
heaven, blondes galore! I try opening her up but she is absorbed in
her sorority friends, turning her back towards me and essentially
shutting me down. It's at that point that we decide to head over to
the Matrix.

I decide to smoke a cigarette outside the Matrix and allow my wings to
go to work. I chat with 2 random guys underneath an awning who are
from Canada. A cute brunette with short cropped hair comes up and
asks for a cigarette. She's social and talks for awhile, she
complains to me about the "fake guys" inside, especially this one guy
who's pretending he's English who is trying to game her friends. We
part ways and I head inside, I see some wings acknowledge them and
head to the bar. There I see one of the guys who I met outside and he
buys me a drink.

Out of the blue two smoking hotties appear next to me. The tall
brunette stood about 5'11, cute as a button, nice smile, with great
hair. The blonde was gorgeous, 5'10, flawless face, high cheek bones,
blue eyes, perfect smile, full DSL (dick sucking lips) and the body of
an FHM cover girl. She was wearing a low cut blouse and her tits were
fantastic. I did my best to not look down and my willpower didn't
fail me. I was not losing this set! Every guy around me was checking
out the blonde, she was hot, a solid 9. In fact, I like to call her
amnesia hot.

Here's a picture:

You know the type of girl that you meet that makes you
forget your name. Yeah, the kind that speaks to you and all you can
do is mumble some incoherent words. I overhear them talking and one
of them is congratulating the other on scoring a free drink from some
guy. I turn towards them and open.

Me: So you're one of those girls, huh?
HBBrunette: (Giggles) What do you mean?
Me: You know, the type that talks to guys and gets them to buy them
drinks. I know your type, you don't have fooled me one bit.
HBBlonde: No, we're not like that. This one guy was such a dork, he
was pretending he was English with this fake accent and blah, blah, blah.
Me: You guys look like trouble! I'm going to be careful, you just
might grab my drink.
HBBrunette: (Laughs)
HBBlonde: Yes!
Me: Awesome! Hi-Five! Blondie Hi-fives, me. I put my arm around her,
she nuzzles against me and puts her arm around me waist.
Me: I like you (to the blonde) you're fun! I'm taking you home with
me, wait a minute, are you housetrained? (Credit PU101)
HBBlonde: (Laughs out loud) It's about time we met a guy that could
carry a conversation. The guys here have no clue. (Thank you AoA and
PU101, I've just separated myself from the entire group of clueless
men in the Matrix)
Me: (Turning to the blonde) You're cute for a blonde girl.
HBBlonde: (Looks confused) What's that supposed to mean? (Uh-oh, I
just miscalibrated and tried a playful neg, she's LSE and not used to
guys putting her down)
I recalibrate on the fly.
Me: I'm just teasing you and having some fun. (I put my arm around
her and do my best to play down the neg) So who are you here with?
HBBlonde: We're with a friend, she's grabbing her camera and we're
going to take pictures.
Me: Awesome, I want to take pictures, I could use them for MySpace!
HBBlonde: (Excited, eyes getting wide) OMG! You said MySpace, you're
on it! Blah, blah, blah.
Me: (Energetically) "Totally!" Blondie continues to touch me, I bust
on her, "Hey, hands off the merchandise! She's a little huffed and I
can see it in her eyes. No one ever treats her like this. I know I'm
pushing my luck but what the hell. You only live once and if I'm
going to blow myself out so be it, but at least I'm going to push
hard. I recalibrate and I put my arms around both of them and say,
"You guys are cool, you're hanging with me. Let's find a seat.

At this point HBBrunette with the short hair whom I befriended outside
shows up and she's pleasantly surprised that I'm hanging with her
friends. I lead the three of them to some open seats by the front
window. Perfect. HBBlonde sits down, I sit down next to her, and
HBBrunette sits on the other side. I am now flanked by the two
hottest chicks in the club. Damn, I felt good. They both put their
arms around me and we smile for the camera. I get up and take a
picture of the three of them together and rejoin them. Uh-oh, no more
seats. In my AFC days this would have been a problem, but since AoA,
I know exactly what to do. I move the candles on one of the tables
and plant myself next to the blonde, Alyssa.

I ask her about the holiday season, and go into my story about Aunt
Nancy. She loves it, laughs and I transition into rapport smoothly.
The other two women are talking amongst themselves and I'm free to
close the deal. We chat some more, about music, DJs, where were from,
I tease her about being an accountant (she actually has an accounting
degree) and about bad lines that guys use in clubs. I feel like I'm
in the zone, it's me and her, in our own little world. Everything
that I say and do is coming out effortlessly. My body language is on
point, she leans into me, touching her knees to my legs, and she
gently puts her hands in my lap. She leans forward, as if she's about
to go down on me and I smile. She points out the guys that were
gaming her earlier. They're hanging out really close to us, like
typical AFCs. Looking at the two of us. Hovering. Wondering. She
tells me that I have a great smile, and that's a turn on. I look into
her eyes, her pupils are dilated. I tell her, I want to hang out with
you, you're cool, and ask her for her number. She eagerly pulls out
her cell phone and gives me the digits. She then reciprocates and
asks me for my email. Hmmm. That's a first, and a very good sign.
She punches in my email into her cell. I call her and tell her to
lock me in. She asks me to join her and her friends at Mighty but I
can't since I'm with my friends. I tell her, maybe.

They decide to get going, we all stand. Kylie, the tall brunette
shakes my hand. I stand there, turn towards Alyssa and we hug. I
hold her for a few seconds too long. I look into her eyes, and she
knows. She moves closer to me and leans in, I pause for a second, and
go in for the kiss. The crowd goes wild. (Thanks Positive, just had
to use it) The other brunette with short hair looks at me
expectantly, and I kiss her on the cheek. My back is to the fireplace
and as I turn around I notice about ½ a dozen pair of eyes looking at
me, both guys and girls. I realize that they've probably been
watching this unfold in front of their eyes. Yeah, that's right, I
just kissed the hot blonde in the Matrix. My heart is beating calmly,
I'm relaxed and I feel like I'm floating. I turn and see another
wing, David, he's smiling. I walk towards him and smile.

I rejoin my other wings Sanjeev and Barce and debrief them. They
watched me while I was in set and want to head over to Mighty. I tell
them that I want to smoke a cigarette and then we'll go.

I head outside and I'm alone underneath the awning. Walking up the
street is a tall blonde wearing a cute hat. A moving target, I have
nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Let's see what she's like.
I call out to her.

Me: Cute hat!
HBBlonde: Looks up, smiles and says, "Thank you." I smile back and
she saddles up right next to me. She's about 5'8, with medium length
blonde hair, I look at her face, perfect, a solid 8, with the cutest
smile that could warm any man's heart.
HBBlonde: Do you have an extra cigarette?
Me: (Thinking to myself, oh yes, it's on again) Sure, it's a menthol.
HBBlonde: You're not black are you?
Me: I mumble something that's C&F. No, I'm part Filipino, part funny,
part sexy. She giggles.

An AMOG enters the set, one of the two Canadians I befriended earlier.
He doesn't acknowledge me, and introduces himself to the blonde. He
then turns to me and says I didn't catch your name earlier when you
were talking to my friend. We shake hands and he turns to me and
says, "So how do you know each other?"

Me: We go way back.
AMOG: What, like 15-20 minutes? (He chuckles to himself)
HBBlonde: No, actually, since preschool. (YES!!)
Me: Yeah, she was a total pain in the butt, she used to play with
tanbark and throw it at me, and then during nap time she would come
over and try to kick me. That's not all, during playtime she would
steal my crayons. (I put my arm around her)
HBBlonde: But you had nice crayons!
Me: You're right. (At this point the AMOG is blown out, the two of us
are in our own little world and he can't get in – I love role-playing)
Me: God, my parents used to complain at the Parent-Teacher
conferences about your behavior, you were such a troublemaker!
HBBlonde: Giggles
Me: (I decide to throw out a random question) So, is Khaki a color or
a fabric? (Thanks PU101)
AMOG: It's a fabric.
Me: I think it's a color, I'm just waiting for Crayola to come out
with a crayon.
HBBlonde: Yeah, I have to agree, it's a color. (Awesome, she's
playing the game and she's on my side)
Me: So, what brings you out on a night like this?
HBBlonde: I was just at City Tavern, and I'm going back to my place up
the street. My hair is starting to frizz.
Me: I kino her hair and look into her eyes, she smiles back.
Me: You're cute! If we had babies, they would be gorgeous! (Thanks Sean)
HBBlonde: Giggles, puts her arm around me.
Me: Launch into C smile vs. U smile.
HBBlonde: What's your name?
Me: Dennis, and yours?
HBBlonde: Carrie
Me: Like Sex and the City!
Carrie: Yes, I love that show! (Guys, this show is a goldmine for
conversation, and from this point I transition into rapport. I'll
admit, I own the first 4 seasons and I've watched them all)
Me: I like your sense of style, I'm taking you shopping with me.
Carrie: I love to shop! OMG! I totally help my guy friends with
clothes, blah, blah, blah.
Me: I look her up and down and complement her on her waffle pattern
jacket. We talk about fashion. She smiles.
Me: Where are you from?
Carrie: Santa Barbara, but I grew up in San Jose and went to high
school there.
Me: Where?
Carrie: Presentation (An all girls school)
Me: I bust on her, "You're a Prezzy Lezzy!
Carrie: OMG! You know!
Me: I went to Bellarmine. (All boy school and the partner school to hers)
Carrie: No way, OMG!
Me: I really enjoyed meeting you, I want to continue this
conversation, do you have a phone?
Carrie: Yes! She pulls it out and I get her digits. I call her
right then and there.
Carrie: Your number is 408!
Me: I start talking into the phone. Hi, I met this really cute
girl...pause...with an awesome hat...pause...and a great sense of
style. (I look at her she is smiling, her eyes sparkling. I'm dying
inside because she looks absolutely adorable. And then I drop it) I
think she digs me. (Thanks Lance)
Carrie: (Plays along - big smile, from ear to ear) What else do you
think?
Me: Hmmm…she's fun...pause...I want to see her again!
Carrie: (Smiles) "You can call me anytime." I close my phone.
Me: I hug her, and pull back. I look into her eyes, and I go in for
the kiss. At this point I notice that my two wings, Sanjeev, and
Barce were watching me, probably for the last 5 minutes. They're only
3 feet away. It's on, my game is smooth tonight, I feel like a
natural, nothing forced, everything happened the way it should, it
felt effortless.
Carrie: I need to go.
Me: "Wait I'll walk you, you don't have an umbrella." I turn to my
wings as we walk away, "I'll be right back."

We chat a little more, I hold the umbrella up for her and she holds
onto my arm. I ask her if she can cook, she qualifies herself to me
and says she can. She makes the most amazing dishes. I ask about the
characters in S&TC and she tells me she is most like Carrie in the
show. We look like the cutest couple walking down the street in the
rain. I'm cool and calm, it feels as if we've known each other
forever. I'm starting to like this girl, she's so sweet, cute, and
soft. We get to her place and walk up to the front door. She's only
two blocks from the Matrix on Fillmore.

Now everyone on the board is going to give me shit for this and I
rightfully deserve it. What I'm about to tell you is something that
we all have dreamt about, some of you have even experienced. She asks
me if I want to come inside and have a beer and relax. My heart skips
a beat, I look at her and pause. The pieces of the puzzle all fell
into place, attraction, rapport, comfort, connection, and trust…I
know!! I should have accepted and this could have been a same night
pull, and I would be writing a lay report instead of a field report.
But my wings came with me in my car. What was I supposed to do?
Leave them?

I respectfully decline. She smiles. We hug. We kiss some more. I
tell her that I'll be in the city again this week and that I want her
to go shopping with me. She tells me that I can call her anytime.
I'm amazed, this all happened in about 10-15 minutes. I walk back to
my wings. I'm glowing, I feel the power. I have seen the Matrix and
I can bend it to my will. Tonight, I am the one.

Dennis aka "Marina Hunter" (Thanks for the nickname Barce)

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've
imagined." Thoreau

LR - The Waterfront Lounge

2006-08-13T21:27:00.000-07:00

I was headed out to Medjool in the Mission District of SF, a hip dance club/bar to meet my friend S for her birthday. I'm rolling with Positive and notice that there are plenty of female sets having dinner. For a brief second I thought I was at the Black Bottle on 1st street in Seattle for the sheer number of HBs in attendance. Wow was all I could say.

We meet up with S, and she's with her friend L, S1, and S2. I know, so many "S" in one location. I give S a hug and greet the other girls. L is looking really cute in a grey skirt, sleeveless blouse, and a white jacket with black boots. She's the epitome of "Asian hottie." Whoa? Wait a minute, "M" checking out the Asians? Yes, its true I am an equal opportunity PUA, I love all women! :-) Of course you're wondering how does she rate on the HB scale? Well, I'd give her a solid 8 for her tight, and I mean tight and tanned body, perfect smile and flawless complexion. Little did I know that I would be running my hands over this near perfect body later on back at my place.

Fast forward to some of my warm up sets. I open up a 2 set near an outdoor heater on the rooftop.

Me: Hey guys, you can't be hogging the heater all night, seriously, I had reservations for 11 PM.
HB1: (laughs)
HB2: You can't tear me away from the heater right now!
Me: Ahhh...typcial female, sacrificing comfort and warmth for style. Why don't you guys have jackets?
HB1: So we can get guys like you to come over and talk to us!
Me: OMG! You're such a brat!
HB1: (laughs)
Me: (Turn towards HB2) How do you roll with her?
HB2: (laughs)

Fluff, banter...get warmed up and bounce from the set. I spot the PU101 instructors, The Jaz, Kharma, Sean N., and Organic and say what's up. It's workshop night and they brought the boys to Medjool to wreck some havoc.

No worries, I joke with them and tell them to send their students into my set so I can blow them out.

My friend S spots me and comes over with the girls in tow to chat. I fluff, and get into a conversation with L. Now this is the first "real conversation" we've ever had, granted we met about 4-5 months ago at a bar in the Marina district and then another time at an upscale bar in downtown SF, but we never just chatted.

I fluff, I banter, I kino, and I chill. All critical components in every interaction. I'm listening to her and really trying to connect but at the same time a little wary. At one point she looks at me and smiles.

L: I thought you were really cool the first time we met. (Translation: I was attracted to you)
Me: Really? You're so cute!
L: Seriously, I thought you were really cool. (Translation: Drop the attraction and shift to rapport)
Me: I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or sincere.
L: I'm being sincere.
Me: Wow. Thank you then, I'll take that as a compliment.

Mental note to self, no need to run game anymore, she likes me. Ok, time to move on and so I head to the bar to grab a drink. When I come back I'm talking to my friend S and I'm joined by Positive. Out of the corner of my eye I spot blonde hair. Spider senses are tingling...yeah, she's cute, but she's a little drunk. No worries, I open.

Me: Hey, I noticed you getting your shoe stuck in the cracks every couple of seconds, don't you know you're not supposed to wear high heels on a redwood deck?
HBBlonde: I know, but I can't do anything about it. (just a little drunk)
Me: You're such a dork, don't you ever learn.
HBBlonde: Huh? (She didn't get the joke)
Me: OMG! You're like not lucid are you?
HBB: What's your name?
Me: I'm...
HBB: Nice to meet you...my shoe is stuck again.

Just then her friend comes in. A hotter blonde! Yes!! I instantly start to banter with her and she's laughing and kinoing me back. HBB#1 asks me to take a picture with them and I oblige them. I pull out my camera and ask the both of them to take one with me. HBB#1 isn't really feeling it but HBB#2 is. She's smiling, happy, has her arm around me and is definitely attractive.

HBB#1 wanders off and leaves the two of us alone. HBB#2 has her arm around me and I have mine around hers as well and I'm bantering with her and pumping the BT. Just then I notice her eyes darting to some other object. Uh oh. Girl code. I turn around and catch HBB#1 looking a little drunk and irritated. HBB#2 apologizes and goes off to hang out with her friend. Dam. No wing. Oh well.

I head back downstairs. I catch up with S, L, and S1 and tell L that I want to go sit down on the couches. She agrees and I'm in isolation with her. Perfect. I drop into rapport and she asks me a whole slew of questions.

L: Why do you date multiple women? How can you do that? What happens when you meet another women? FYI: L knows what I do, knows about "Game" and knows that I'm very social.

The questions kept coming and I answered these to the best of my ability and continued to reframe them in a positive light. She was shit testing me pretty hard and I'd like to believe that I passed each one.

After awhile the questions stopped and I dropped into rapport. I realize that she was going through those questions to make sure I wasn't going to treat her like another girl. I actually thought L was cool and felt a strong connection between the two of us. Well, the club starts to push everyone in our area out so I stand up, grab L's hand and lead her away. We head down the stairs with myself in front to find her friends.

We arrive at the dance floor, chit chat and then head outside. As soon as we get outside I let go of her hand to find my friends. The birthday girl sees me and comes over to where I'm standing.

S: "What are you doing? L is kind of vulnerable right now." FYI: S knows as well, she's practically a female PUA.
Me: I'm not doing what you think I'm doing, I think she's really cool.

S rejoins her friends and I notice Positive and Kharma chilling. I'm thinking to myself, "I don't want the night to end. I really enjoyed hanging out with L." I approach the group.

Me: Hey guys, you going to the after-hours spot?
Girls: What after hours spot?
Me: The Waterfront Lounge. It's really cool, its 2 blocks from the waterfront/Embarcadero with views of the water and the Bay Bridge. Let's go.
Girls: Ok.
Me: I'll ride with L, S you ride with Kharma and S1 you can follow us.

We drive down Folsom street, make a right turn onto 1st street and then a left turn onto Harrison. The view of the Bay Bridge as we come over the hill is pretty impressive. I tell L to park and S1 parks her car behind us. We get out of the car and start walking towards the waterfront. We arrive at a modern high rise building and I swipe an entry key to unlock the doors.

S1: You live here!
Me: Yeah. I do.
S1: You said we were going to the Waterfront Lounge.
Me: I did, and we're here. I call my place the Waterfront Lounge.
L: You tricked us! You're clever. (smiles)
Me: Anyways, let's go in.

I hold the door open for them. The doorman/security guard smiles at me as I enter the building with 2 cuties at 2:45 AM. I acknowledge him with a nod of my head and head up the stairs.

We arrive inside my apartment and Positive is already there. Kharma comes with S the birthday girl and we're all just chilling. I open up a bottle of wine, Positive turns on some music and we just chill and drink. The conversations become 1-on-1 interactions and I break off into the kitchen and talk with L about her idea for a company. She's opening up to me and I'm encouraging her. She's cute, has a great smile and is absolutely adorable as she gets into her element talking about her vision.

We have more drinks, L starts to get a little tipsy and then slowly everyone starts the process of getting ready to leave. L isn't in any shape to drive so she tells her friends that she's staying behind. Poor me. :-) As Derek leaves the apartment to walk everyone out I start to pull out some food to cook.

L: You aren't going to cook any food right now are you? (wicked smile)
Me: Yeah...I'm kind of hungry.
L: Seriously, you're going to cook.
Me: Now that I think about it, how can I, you look so damn sexy...

I pull her in for the kiss and she melts into my arms. Our tongues become intertwined and her arms are wrapped around me. We stumble around the kitchen, I kill the lights and I lead her back to my room...

Lessons Learned:

1. When pulling the group back to your place, get consensus from everyone, especially the alpha individual. In this case, I got buy-in from S and since it was her birthday the other girls would fall in line.

2. Have a name for your pad, call it whatever you want and describe it to them. I've heard PUAs call their pads, "The Monkey Bar" or "The Fireside Cafe."

3. If you can get a woman to open up, especially if she's talking about her "vision" or idea for a company you're in. She isn't going to let you in unless she trusts you. L told me that I would laugh at her. In fact she said that only her parents and S knew about her idea. I assuaged any fears that she may have had and she opened up beautifully.

LR - Day 4

2006-08-09T15:46:00.000-07:00

I met HBSmartAss while out one night at a posh bar in San Francisco. She was with friends and while a wing was in set I had an opportunity to vibe with her. I wasn't attracted to her physically from the beginning even though she is cute, my intention was to run interference so my wing could close his target. The longer I stayed in set, the more I realized that this one was different, not only was she incredibly intelligent, she had a plethora of knowledge on marketing and consumer behavior, 2 of my favorite topics. We ended up spending a considerable amount of time together, more so than I would normally spend in set but it was worth it.

Fast forward to Day 4 which was a "date" that she set up. She emailed me a list of suggestions and I decided on a lounge/cabaret act that was a tribute to Tony Bennett. I was surprised to say the least that she included a lot of fun and non-traditional type events, such as a tranny show in the TenderNob district of SF, to a dinner and jazz show in the Theater District.

We always talk about setting up the day 2, 3, 4, etc. but it was refreshing to have her take the lead, research some events and offer up suggestions. In the initial stages, yes, we should take control, but when dealing with women with more experience, you're going to need to expand your horizons and do something fun once in a while. After making the suggestion she bought tickets, $20 a piece and told me she would meet me at my place before 8 PM.

I am a firm believer in being a gentleman at all times, meaning, I'm considerate without being too nice and generous. I'm a gentleman because I choose to be, and I'm nice to women because they earn it and deserve it. You'd be surprised how many women find it refreshing that I still hold the door open for them, allow them to walk first to a table, etc. I sometimes forget the little details but I make sure of one thing, I allow them to have an orgasm first before I do. :-)

So the Day 4 went smoothly, we caught a cab from my place to downtown, listened to the lounge act which was at the Plush Room in the York Hotel on Sutter St. in downtown SF. During the show I kino'd constantly playing with her hand, her fingers and she reciprocated in kind. She would put her arm around me, run her fingers through my hair and for good measure I would pull her in and makeout with her and then stop, cold. I love push/pull for escalating buying temperature especially when I'm out in a public place, their mind is always wondering, "What's he going to do next? When will he kiss me like this again?"

After the show was over we walked down Sutter street to grab some food at a local diner. We popped into Cafe Mason which is one of our notorious hangouts after a night at the Redwood Room.

After having something in our stomach we walked down Geary towards Market Street, hand in hand like an old couple. There's something very comforting when you're out with someone that you've become close to, a familiarity in them that's reassuring. I'm beginning to get there with Ms. Smart Ass and I like it. Now don't go thinking that I'm going one-itis on her, I'm not. I have too many other options right now to get really involved. Nonetheless, she's a woman of substance and quality.

We arrive back at my place after catching a cab and head into my room. We remove our shoes, lie on my bed and watch a little TV. We cuddle, I hold her and then proceed to kino escalate, kissing her neck, running my hands over her body and generally pumping up her buying temperature.

After a couple of minutes I unbutton her pants and unzip them and she says, "I'm not ready to have sex with you." I don't panic. I look her in the eyes and say, "O.K."

I stop and cuddle with her. She responds with, "Are you upset or disappointed?"

"No, it doesn't matter to me, I'm not going to move forward until you're ready," I answer.

In my mind I'm cool and I believe my demeanor reflected that. I just need to slow it down, and build a little more comfort, trust and then continue with the seduction. We talk a little more about a couple of topics and then I begin again. I start sucking and kissing on her neck and I pay close attention to her body language and what she's saying to me. I know I'm doing everything right because she begins to moan, and her breathing becomes heavier. Perfect.

I stop what I'm doing and get up so that I'm kneeling in between both her legs. I look her dead in the eyes and begin to pull her pants down. She doesn't resist. I smile and pull one leg off at a time. She's not wearing any underwear, she's gone commando. Nice.

I knw she is going to sleep with me tonight, she prepared herself. She's just saying those things because she didn't want to come off as slut. Her ASD (anti-slut defense) kicked in so that she could feel ok with sleeping with me and have no regrets.

We continue to make out and the rest is history...

FR: The Attraction Hand Test

2006-07-15T21:23:00.000-07:00

I'm consistently using this technique to escalate kino with women. When I'm holding hands I'll casually start to play with her fingers, sensually and then suggestively. I'll hold one finger, then caress it, intertwine a couple of mine and playfully run my fingers all around hers.

Last night I was outside an upscale bar in SF smoking a cigarette when an attractive blonde came over and asked me for a light. We were exchanging jokes between the four of us, me and 2 other guys just laughing. At one point I casually high-fived her and allowed my fingers to interlock. It stuck and I brought my hand down and then around her back so I was holding her. From that point I pulled her in close and looked down into her eyes. Within a few seconds we were making out like teenagers while 2 of my girlfriends Carrie and Danielle looked on from a few feet away.

Elapsed time from hand holding to makeout: 45 seconds

Carrie: Ummm...you ok?
Me: (muffled) uh-huh
Carrie: We're going back inside...
Me: (muffled) uh-huh
Carrie: Do you want another drink?
Me: (muffled) uh-huh
Carrie: Same drink?
Me: (muffled) uh-huh
Carrie: See you inside
Me: (muffled) uh-huh

After this intense makeout session I gathered myself and went in to rejoin my friends. While walking back I had the silliest grin on my face and the guys at the door, Justin and David smiled and just shook their heads. Hey man, I can't help it, "I'm a manwhore!" (credit Positive)

Later on I had to use the mens room and after I finished who should be standing right behind me inside the empty men's room, yeah you guessed it, the blonde. We had another intense makeout session in the bathroom which would have escalated into something more if I was carrying a damn condom.

Mental Note: Carry a f**king condom!

All in all a fun experience and something I'll always remember when I venture back to this fine establishment.

FR: Day 2/Makeout with 4 -Set

2006-07-13T16:18:00.000-07:00

I've been incredibly busy the last several weeks so I really haven't had time to post. Here's a quick recap of what I've been up to:

1. Moving to SF - After years of languishing in Palo Alto I took the plunge and will be moving to the "South Beach" area of San Francisco. This picturesque part of SF is the area near the Giant's ballpark. I'm 2 blocks from the Embarcadero and the Waterfront and about 4 blocks from the ballpark. Nice.

2. Work - I've been traveling a lot, was in Chicago for week, then in Baltimore and it looks like I'll be in NYC fairly soon as well.

3. Women - I'm meeting way too many of them and I'm always tired. I never dreamed that life could be this good, but it is.

Enough about my personal life, let's get on to the meat of the FR, shall we? I met Elysha last Saturday afternoon coming back from running day game at Union Square. She was blonde, tall, cute, and had pink highlights in her hair. As we were walking towards each other our eyes locked and our heads turned. In an instant she was gone. I continued to walk until a voice from the crowd said, "You guys had the eye contact going, you should go after her."

I turned to look to find out where those words came from, a limo driver parked on the street watched the whole thing go down. I looked at him and made up my mind, he was right, it was on. I gave my bag to Derek and I ran after her.

I caught up to her and tapped her on the shoulder, she turned around and her beautiful blue eyes caught me by surprise but didn't deter me from my mission.

Me: Excuse me...I noticed you earlier when you walked by, and if I didn't come back to meet you I would have regreted it.
HB: (smiles)
Me: I just wanted to tell you...that...you are incredibly cute!
HB: (eyes widen and smile gets bigger -Christrmas tree lights!)
Me: I'm...
HB: I'm Elysha

I shift into rapport immediately and just vibe with her. We talk about travel, Chicago and San Francisco, school and then the World Cup. I make plans to call her on Sunday after the World Cup is over. I whip out my phone and dial her digits, her phone rings and I launch into the "phone game." She loves it and I give her a hug. Simple, effective and by the book. I smile to myself as I walk back up the street, she was adorable.

We set the Day 2 for Wednesday evening at 7 PM at a local bar in downtown. I arrive a couple of minutes late and she's not there. No worries, I text some friends and then get on the phone with one of my wings. After about 15 minutes she shows up. I tease her immediately.

Me: You are so fired as my girlfriend! I can't believe you!
E: (confused look on her face)

I recalibrate immediately.

Me: Would you like a drink?
E: Sure, gin and tonic.
Me: No worries.

Now some of you may squirm in your seats as you read this but before you pass judgement on me let me tell you one thing. She's a student living in SF while she completes an internship for a non-profit organization. Yeah, she's pretty broke so I don't flinch. Why not buy her a drink? Enough said.

We chat, and vibe and talk about music. I'm opening up and leading, playing a couple of games with her and I even run the cube. She's a little locked up, closed up and so I relax even more on the couch. She does the same and I'm thinking to myself, ok she's doing alright. I'm kinoing her arm, I kino her hand, she responds in kind. We're chatting now for about an hour and I start talking about seeing two of my favorite DJs while in London and tell her the story about house music in San Francisco and how it started with these ex-patriots from London...

Just then my phone rings, it's my friend Carrie whom I'm having dinner with in like 5 minutes. I tell Elysha that I need to run but that I enjoyed hanging out with her. We hug, no kiss and part ways. No worries.

I haven't seen my friend Carrie in days, she is so much fun, the kind of girl every guy should have in their life. Attractive, sexy, smart, witty, intelligent, I could go on and on. She's that cool. We grab sushi and catch up, it's been days.

After dinner we head to a local bar and grab another drink. Its funny, Carrie is so observant, pointing out little nuances about guys that most of us would miss. I consider myself to be good with the details but she picks up the littlest thing that a guy does while he's out and comments on it. She notices how a guy holds and drinks his drink. She notices if he chews on the straw or plays with it. Tiny things. I make a mental note.

So we're sitting in this bar and guys are checking her out, she's got on a black dress and her cleavage is looking lovely (d-cups baby). The funny thing is no one approaches her, they stare but don't do a thing. I wonder why??? While we're sitting, 2 good looking, well dressed guys come into the bar and order drinks. I point them out to Carrie and she nods her head in approval. They glance at her and check her out but quickly turn their heads away when she looks in their direction. Typical AFC. We go outside to smoke a cigarette and she says loudly, "They have no game. I mean, I looked at them, almost too long and they didn't do shit!!" I told her, "Most guys are like that, when they see a guy with another woman, they're afraid to approach. It's intimidating."

We finish up our drinks and head to a "posh bar" down the street. Once inside it's a sausage fest. I quickly find out that its a mortgage bankers party and there are suits everywhere. There was more testosterone there then at a football game. The funny thing was, no one had game. So I did what any other good PUA would do, I opened sets. After surfing sets I headed to the men's room and on my way there was caught up behind 2 women laughing. I opened them and quickly had their attention.

Me: You guys shouldn't be making fun of other people. That's sooooo mean!
HBBrunette: We're not making fun of anyone! (smiling)
Me: Yeah, I know your type, I can spot it a mile away... (smirking)
HBFreckles: Whatever!
Me: Oh great, you must be the bratty one in the group!
HBF: No I'm not! (smiling)
Me: You're the kind of girls that my mom warned me about!

Both girls laugh and I banter with them for a couple of more seconds. Afterwards I tell them to meet me in front of the restroom in 2 minutes. I finish, head out and wait. They appear fresh and rejuvenated and the game is back on.

I introduce myself and find out their names, Annie and Rebecca. I grab one girl with each hand and lead them back into the main room. As I walk in, heads are turning and watching me, I'm leading these 2 girls and they're following me like puppies on a leash.

I find my friend Carrie and she can only smile and shake her head. She's talking to an older gentleman and I introduce the girls to the group. After introductions are made I pull them back in and start bantering with the both of them.

At one point I have both of their buying temperatures soaring. I turn to Rebecca, "Kiss me on the cheek, now the other side." I turn to Annie and do the same thing. I turn back to Rebecca and she's giving me DDB and so I pull her in and start making out with her. I know, I'm such a dog but I couldn't help it. After a little tongue down I pull away and look at Annie, she's a little huffy. I need to remedy that. I put my arm around her and start making out with her as well. Geez, what else was I supposed to do? I needed to spread the love.

I look up and guys and girls are just staring at me, in fact one girl with her boyfriend had her jaw sort of ajar with the, "I can't believe I just saw him make out with 2 girls!" The boyfriend's eyes were like saucers and his face said it all, "How the hell did he do that?"

Just to let all of you know, there should have been a note before I started this portion of the FR, "WARNING, PUA ON CLOSED COURSE, DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!!!"

I couldn't help myself, I was feeling good and trusting my instincts. (credit Lance) Heck, why not? You only live once right? Well, Rebecca leaves to grab another drink and leaves me alone with Annie, so I start running rapport. After a couple of minutes their friend Jessica comes into set. Jessica's a little cutie herself and the first words that come out of her mouth are, "I heard about you!"

Me: Oh yeah? (smiling)
Jessica: Rebecca told me about you!
Me: It's all true, I'm guilty as charged!

Jessica giggles and smiles. I'm really feeling it tonight and so I put my arm around her waist and tell her to kiss me. She does and I'm into my third makeout of the night. Life's tough. I pull away and Annie is still there standing patiently. Jessica leaves and I continue running rapport on Annie as if nothing happened. We talk about running, cycling, triathlons and I number close her with Lance's phone trick. She giggles and smiles and takes me over to their table.

I see Rebecca talking to some guy and I walk up, introduce myself and sit down. There's another cute girl at the table talking to some guy, who I'm introduced to named Kristen. She's blonde, tall, has blue eyes and a great smile. A dangerous combination. After introductions are made Annie joins me on the couch and we just vibe.

At this point Rebecca tells me about an upcoming party that they're having and asks for my cell phone to put her number in it. Cool. Annie gets up to leave and I'm sitting with Rebecca, I start running more game and pull her in to kiss her and she stops me. She says that the guy that just left, bought bottle service and bought all of them drinks and she kind of likes him. I noticed that while I was talking with Rebecca he was trying to get her attention, he sat there like a typical AFC not knowing what to do. Oh well, not my fault. I look her in the eyes and give her some advice.

Me: If you like him then go after him, he just left the table in somewhat of a bad mood. Tell him that you appreciate everything that he did and kiss him.

Rebecca smiles at me and thanks me for the great advice and takes off after her man. I'm now left alone with Kristin, uh oh.

Kristin and I talk and I'm just chilling, she's smiling, leaning into me, touching my arm, leg and is obviously attracted. Kristin is cute! Annie rejoins us and I'm left alone on the couch with 2 cuties. I look around and there are 2 guys at another table just watching me smiling. I continue to fluff and talk about SF, launch into my Marina girl/boy story and my cougar story. They both love it and we're off on another tangent talking about fashion, attitudes, traveling and some other random topics.

I get a text message from Carrie, she's taking off and I spot her before she leaves. We say our goodbyes and I pull Annie and Kristin with me grabbing both of their hands. I leave them to use the men's room and when I come back a couple of AFCs are running game. They're getting no where. I go in caveman style and pull them both to the lobby area where we run into Rebecca.

Me: What happened with that guy?
Rebecca: We were sitting in his car and we started kissing and then he started biting me and getting too aggressive.
Me: Hey sweetie, any guy who acts like that is sending you a real powerful signal. He doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Do you want to be with a guy like that?
Rebecca: No.
Me: Even though he has a good job, has a nice car, he's not the right guy for you. He won't know how to treat you.
Rebecca: You're right.

I'm now running this 3 set and Jessica joins us. My phone rings and I'm talking to Carrie who is headed home in a cab. I leave the set and walk about 10 feet away. I turn around and watch as 3 guys start talking to the girls. Poor girls. Those guys have no game. I finish my conversation and re-open the set. The 3 guys back off and slink away. I now have the 4 set all accounted for. I realized that in order to make this night complete I need to kiss close Kristen. Well, I do just that.

Me: Kristen, it was great meeting you, we definitely need to hang out before you leave for Colorado.
Kristen: Yes we do.
Me: Kiss me.

I start kissing Kristen in front of the other 3 girls and after I'm done she's smiling. I look at Annie and tell her to give me a good night kiss and she complies. I look at Jessica and she does the same. And finally there's Rebecca. I kiss her as well and as I'm standing there with all 4 of them smiling at me. I was concerned that one of them would be jealous but it didn't show on any of their faces. They all looked happy. We make plans to hang out on Friday and they literally make me promise them that I'll be going to Rebecca's party. For sure, I'm bringing wings this time, I can't handle 4 women by myself. :-)

Lessons Learned:

1. Compliance testing works wonders. I always use the "kiss me on the cheek" routine to get them used to taking commands from me. Afterwards, I gauge BT by looking at them to see if they're ready for more. Usually, they'll be open to a kiss close on the spot.

2. When you run game on a 2-set, you better run equal game on the friend in order to maintain balance. After kissing Rebecca I turned to Annie and made sure I gave her some loving as well.

3. Girls tell their friends about you. Jessica came over to the set with a smile on her face and expectations. I made sure those expecations were met. I'm such a nice guy!

4. Act with confidence, don't hesitate in your actions. Take what you want, but be cool about it. I didn't hesitate in leading at all during the night.

5. Leave them smiling and feeling good. Run rapport with all of the girls when you have a chance. The only one I didn't run rapport on was Jessica, but with the other 3 girls feeling great it didn't really matter. Jessica fell right into line.

6. I'm a manwhore. (credit Positive)

Day Game - You Know You Love It

2006-07-09T23:08:00.000-07:00

I'm in San Francisco this weekend hanging with Positive and Suraj. We've been cruising the infamous "Pick up square" and after a couple of hours of this TRE (target rich environment) we head down to the mall. Now, I normally don't run game on the hired guns but when Positive suggested we pop into A&F, who was I too argue.

We linger, make a round and don't see anything worth opening. We double back and head towards the mall entrance when bam!

We round the corner and I see her, 5'10 blonde with the banging A&F look, you know, super short mini-skirt, tank top, sexy long legs, insane smile, and just the face to die for. Yeah, pretty damn hot. I walk up and I'm on.

HB9: Hi, thanks for stopping by A&F!
Me: OMG! You are so fired as my personal greeter!
HB9: (giggles)
Me: You need a little more energy than that, c'mon.
HB9: (smiles)
Me: I'm going to show you how it's done. (I grab her hand and lead her to the front of the store)
Now you need to stand a certain way, like this. (Show her the sexy stance) And you need to project your voice like this. And you need to smile like this.
HB9: (giggles)
Me: Ok, show me what you got!
HB9: (customer enters the store) Hi! Welcome to A&F!
Me: Not bad, but you still need some work.
HB9: (giggles)
Me: Hey, I need to go catch up with my friends, but I'll come back and flirt with you some more. What time are you off?
HB9: 8 PM.
Me: Cool, I'll see you later.
HB9: Bye.

About 2 hours pass and I re-enter A&F. I'm walking around and then I see her. She's talking to someone and as her head turns she notices me. Her mouth opens up in an "O" and then into a smile as her eyes brighten. Nice.

I approach and start running rapport. Her pupils are dilated and we're talking about travel, school, international relations, London, Spain, and things are moving well nicely. She's totally focused on me, body facing forward and hanging on every word. I'm smiling, taking it easy and engrossed in the conversation. For the next 10 minutes we just vibe. I mention to her that I love ice-cream.

Me: I could totally use some Cold-Stone creamery ice cream right now.
HB9: I love cold-stone!
Me: Awesome! We should totally grab cold-stone later.
HB9: I can't I have to go to my grandmas.
Me: Ok, your turn.
HB9: We could grab coffee another time.
Me: Cool. Do you have a cell phone?
HB9: Yes!
Me: Do you have a pen?
HB9: No.
Me: Could you get one please?
HB9: Sure!

Now HB9, takes off for like a minute to grab a pen and I'm thinking to myself, she did that without any hesitation. Nice. She comes back and asks me if I have anything to write on. I hand her a catalog and she writes down her cell phone number for me.

I smile at her, tell her that we'll get together for coffee and that I'll call her on Sunday to set up plans. Have I ever mentioned to you guys that I love tall, hot blondes? :-)

LR - Same Night Pull - Club Game

2006-06-26T17:56:00.000-07:00

I'm exhausted as I write this from work, 2-3 hours sleep tops. Yeah, you could say I got into work just a little late today, like 2:30 PM but well worth it.

Sunday night, 10:30 PM my friend "L" calls me up and asks if I want to go to an after-hours club in SF to listen and dance to some great house music. Sure, why not, I only have work the next day and I've been sleeping and lounging in my apartment all day. I jump in the shower and make the trek to SF.

We arrive at the club at about 1 AM and it's jumping. The dance floor is packed and so is the outdoor patio area. The music is incredible and so I start to get my groove on, HBBrunette sidles up next to me and stares. I look at her, smile and she smiles back, all the while still maintaining the groove. I'm not exactly in "PU" mode or even socializing mode since I just wanted to go out and listen to great house music.

I venture outside to get some fresh air and notice a cute blonde with big breasts standing alone, HBBlonde. I open.

Me: Hey, scared all the guys away already?
HBB: (smiles)
Me: Who talks to their friends on their cell phone at a club?
HBB: I was just text messaging my BF.
Me: Cool, tell him you met a really cute guy and that you have to go.
HBB: (giggles)
Me: If you don't want to text him, I will. (smile)
HBB: blah, blah, blah...
Me: You're from the O.C.? I hate girls from the O.C.! (credit Shanghai)
HBB: (laughs)

Fluff talk ensues for a couple of minutes. She's attrated, kinoing me, smiling, I'm cool as a cucumber and tell her that I need to find my friends. She tells me to find her later, no worries.
She gives me a hug and as I pull away I stop.

Me: Give me a kiss.
HBB: (kisses me on the lips)
Me: See you later (smile)

I turn to my left and two of my friends are staring and smiling at me. I walk over and shoot the shit. After a couple of minutes I head back into the dance floor and let the music take over, the DJ is Aaron Ross from NYC, from Shelter Records, an incredible DJ with excellent records and programming skills. I spot a 3 set of girls dancing near me. I smile and they smile back.

Me: (loudly over the music) You guys are sooo cute!
HBBrunette: Thanks!
HBBlondeShortHair: Don't my two girlfriends make a great couple!
Me: Totally!

I'm checking out HBBSH and she's incredibly cute, flawless skin, beautiful smile, and cute artsy glasses. We're dancing together and she's smiling at me, I smile back and continue to groove to the music.

She begins to grind on me and comes in a little closer. I push her away and shake my head. She looks confused and so I pull her back in and allow her to run her hands over my body, she can't help herself. I grab her hands and remove them and place them behind her back.

I look at her and stop dancing. She stops. I grab her and start kissing her, gently, then push her away. She can't stop smiling, she's a little giddy and her friends are looking at me watching in awe.

I dance some more and she comes in closer, wanting to feel me. I pull her in and then cup her face with both hands and start making out with her on the dance floor. There are people all around us, the dance floor is packed but I don't care. I stop, look her dead in the eyes and smile. She's blushing and I grab her hand and bring her outside.

We find a place to sit and I shift into rapport. I run wide and deep rapport talking about a number of different topics and during the conversation she starts blurting things out. She rides a bike, works here, blah, blah, blah. I'm chilling out trying to analyze her and it hits me, she's LSE or low self esteem, telling me about all her faults in the hopes that I will like her/pity her. I'm confused, she's beautiful, young, and definitely a solid 8. She puts her arms around me, starts feeling up my chest, and apologizes for being so forward. I'm thinking to myself, ok, I think she's a little tipsy but that's cool, I know how to handle this.

HBBSH: I can't believe I'm telling you all of this.
Me: That's cool, I appreciate the fact that you can open up, most people have a hard time talking about themselves and letting people into their world. You don't, I like that.
HBBSH: (smiles)

We fluff for a couple of more minutes and then she says something that totally catches me off guard.

HBBSH: I live 1/2 block away...if you want to go.

I look her dead in the eye and for some strange reason I'm not attracted to her anymore, the game is over, I've won. I smile, and tell her that I'm not ready to leave just yet. She says cool and we head back onto the dance floor. I'm thinking about HBBlondie from earlier with the big breasts, and the night is still young.

I'm dancing and HBBSH is dancing near me, then another hot blonde comes into my space, HBSexy, smiling at me and pawning herself onto me. She's a solid 8/8.5, great body, tall, oozing sex appeal. I noticed her earlier in the night when guys were trying to get up on her. I ignored her. Now, she's starting to rub her ass on my crotch and I do what I always do when women come up to me. I pull them in dance with them for a couple of seconds and push them away.

I'm sending her a couple of messages:

1. I can have you if I want but I'll toy with you for now.
2. I'm here to dance, if you want to dance with me, you play by my rules.
3. You're not the only HB in the place, there are plenty of others.
4. I don't supplicate and will not follow you around the dance floor like a puppy on a leash.

HBSexy is now grinding on me, grabbing my hands and letting me feel up her hot body. It's hot alright, great curves, nice breasts and yes, I'm starting to get wood. Oh lord...use the force! Control yourself, you're a PUA for God's sake! Sometimes you can't help it.

I allow her to grind and turn her around, pressing my crotch against her while she smiles. I look her in the eyes and search for any tell tale sign of weakness. I smirk and push her away, she looks confused and at that moment, HBBSH comes into the foray aand tries to supplant HBSexy. It's funny because I step away and watch these 2 women fight for my attention. Ah, the beauty of club game!

I'm losing interest in the both of them and wander the dance floor. I I head outside to smoke a cigarette and open a mixed set, a cute platinum blonde sitting on her BF's lap.

Me: Do you have a light?
HBPlatinum: (eyes light up when she sees me) Yes! Hold on.

The BF looks a little weirded out and can't look me in the eye. I continue to talk to the blonde and the BF, he's dead quiet as his cute GF is yapping away. I could tell that she was into me and so I let her fumble in her purse for a couple of minutes, obviously trying to hold my attention while she talks about who knows what. I'm not interested in running the set so I head over to someone else with a lighter.

I finish my cigarette and head back in. Who should I run into but HBP.

Me: Are you following me?
HBP: Yes! (IOI)
Me: You're not doing a good job, I spotted you. You need to be a little less obvious. If you want to stalk me you need to make an appointment.
HBP: (laughs)
Me: I already have 2 stalkers, a Tuesday and Thursday but my Wednesday's are open. (Credit Lance M.)
HBP: (laughs and kinos)
Me: So Wednesday it is, what time are you coming over.
HBP: Midnight! (big smile)
Me: Midnight it is, wear something sexy.
HBP: (laughs)
Me: I gotta run, talk to you later.
HBP: Ok.

I walk around and I spot HBBrunette, a tall, sexy brunette who accidently bumps into me.

Me: If you wanted to meet me all you had to do was say "Hi!"
HBB: (giggles) Hi!
Me: That's better, no need to get violent. (Credit David D.)
HBB: I'm sorry, I was just dancing...
Me: Yeah, that's what they all say, you're like all the other women...can't keep your hands off of me.
HBB: (laughs) Grabs my arm with both her hands.
Me: There you go again trying to touch me.
HBB: (giggles)
Me: Are you trying to flirt with me?
HBB: Yes!
Me: You're not doing a good job. We need to re-enroll you in Flirting 101.
HBB: (laughs)
Me: I need to go, we'll flirt later.
HBB: Ok!

She was cute but at this point I was just opening up sets, working the room and hoping all the other women I've been running into are seeing me. I think they have been because after I'm finished who should be 10 feet away and staring but HBBlonde. I smile at her and approach, she's giving me the look, the one that says, "I want to eat you up right here and now."

I fluff with her, talk a little more and allow her to flirt with me.

HBB: You're so cute!
Me: They're you go trying to flirt with me...it's not working, I'm not falling for your lines.
HBB: (giggles) Where have you been?
Me: Just talking to all of my friends, being the social butterfly.

We fluff for a couple of more minutes and HBB introduces me to her friend Lynn.

HBB: Lynn, this is my new boyfriend.
Me: Nice to meet you, I think your friend wants to kidnap me.
Lynn: I don't think that's the only thing she wants to do...
Me: Don't let her get any funny ideas, I'm not easy.
Lynn: (laughs)

We fluff talk and I pull HBB outside. I lead her to an open seat in the patio area and drop into rapport. We start talking, vibing on a number of topics and after a couple of minutes I just stop. I smile and pull her in and start making out with her. We're exploring each other's mouth's, her hands are all over me and I'm content.

We stop and I find out she just finished graduate school, she's only in town until tomorrow night and that she wants to go soon. She asks me where I live and I tell her that I'm 35 minutes south, she hesitates. She asks me if I want to come back to her friends place. I think for a second and tell her that I need to drop a friend off and then I can see her. We exchange contact info and I call her right then and there. She loves it.

I continue to fluff with her for about 30 minutes. My friends come over and introductions are made, things are cool, we're chilling and I know that I'm pullling this one home. I'm relaxed, I'm socially proofed, I've opened up all of the hot blondes and brunettes in the joint and I'm ready to go.

I say goodbye to all the people I've met on the way out and lead HBB to the front door to meet her friend Lynn. I'm smiling, walking really slowly and in control. I kiss HBB and tell her that I'll call her in 10 minutes. She smiles.

I drop my friend "L" off at his place, head towards Noe Valley and call her on the phone. It goes to VM and I leave a message. A couple of minutes later my phone rings and she gives me the address. I find her friend's place, park the car and walk down the street. She's waiting for me outside and gives me a hug and we kiss. She leads me in, I see her friend Lynn and another guy that Lynn met and we chill.

The four of us talk for about an hour, we make drinks, I head to the outdoor patio to check out the view and HBB and I make out. We head back inside, she pulls me into the bedroom and the deal is sealed.

Lessons Learned:

1. If you go out with the intention of "picking up" you'll probably fail. I never go out to try and pick up on women, I go out with the intention of socializing and befriending all of the HBs.

2. I opened up all of the hotties at the club, especially the blondes, and made sure I ran great attraction material on all of them. There were others that I talked to but couldn't remember all of the conversations that I had.

3. I had the option to go home with HBBSH but wanted to wait, if my game was that on, that early on in the night then I could pull someone else. I needed to be patient and continue to work the room. (Credit Lance M.)

4. HBB wasn't the hottest, a 7.5, but her HSE, smarts, cool demeanor, laid back attitude, and the fact that she was leaving to go home the next day made the decision a no-brainer.

5. Nothing was forced during the night, I went out, danced, enjoyed myself, socialized and as a result ended up going home with a cute blonde.

6. Even if you go out with non-community guys, they make good social proof, in fact, being out with non-PUAs strengthens my game because I have no wings. Try it next time, you'll be surprised at your results.

Fluff Story - Marina Girl

2006-06-22T18:34:00.000-07:00

Some of you have asked for my infamous Marina girl story and so here it is. This will never be posted on EBSS or on any other lair...perhaps on my blog but that's it.

Me: Hey guys, you know what I love about San Francisco? All of the little neighborhoods that have their own distinct flavor. For example, the Mission has all of the cool and hip restuarants, low-key bars, and a huge melting pot of various ethnic groups. Then there's the Haight with the flower children of the 21st century, the smoke shops, street vendors and great used clothing stores.

Oh yeah, I can't forget the Marina. A picturesque community in SF with trendy boutiques like Armani Exchange, Sephora and tony female clothing stores situated next to fantastic little restaurants. Did you know the Marina is known as "yuppieville?" It even has its own listing on wikpedia.com. Its funny because the description of the Marina is that its filled with young, successful, singles who morph into successful couples who finally leave the Marina for Marin, or one of the other surrounding neighborhoods like Pacific Heights, or Russian Hill.

The Marina has a Safeway (grocery store) that is infamous in SF lore, made famous by Armistead Maupin's book, "Tales of the City." It is often referred to as "dateway" for the sheer number of single men and women perusing the "meat" in the aisles.

But what really fascinates me about the Marina is that they have descriptions for "Marina Girls" which is hilarious. Now a Marina girl is someone between the ages of 21-34 who was probably in a sorority in college, is fashionable, always yapping away on her cell phone, and has a tendency to love to party with the frat boys. She probably works in advertising, communications, PR, or retail with an inclination to shop at BeBe, Ann Taylor, or some other swanky shop, looking every bit the fashionista everytime she steps out the door in her open toed shoes, Seven jeans, cute little handbag, fabulous hair and makeup and of course cell phone.

She loves to party, shop and has a tendency to hook up with a guy for the night at one of several Marina hotspots, the Matrix, Bar None, City Tavern, or Gravity. She primps herself incessantly, checks out other women to comment on their clothes, makeup and accessories, and is too spoiled for her own good. They say the Marina girl is a "daddy's little girl" with a trust fund to boot, but that's just hearsay...She's probably a Republican! OMG! You're a Republican aren't you!

HB: (laughs)

Favorite Marina girl sayings,

"OMG! He did what?"
"I like totally found the cutest Gucci bag/Prada shoes/ etc."
"He didn't call me!"
"Men are assholes!"
"He drives a BMW/Audi/Saab/Mercedes/Jaguar!"
"We're going to Tahoe/Napa for the weekend!"

Marina girls are cute, bubbly, usually wicked smart, sometimes playing dumb to get what they want from men who live either in the Marina, Russian Hill, or in Pacific Heights...god forbid she date someone from the Mission or the Haight, a Marina girl has to have standards. now when a Marina girl turns 35, she's no longer a Marina girl...she's a cougar. (smile)

HB: What's a cougar???
Me: Ahhh...the cougar...launch into cougar story.

This story is basically a fluff story that I use to kill time and entertain the group. At various points I'll accuse a girl of being a Marina girl, or I'll ask them to point one out in the crowd. Its fun, entertaining and enlightening.

I'll be sending out the Marina boy and Cougar story in a couple of days. Stay tuned for more.

Mango aka "Marina Hunter"

P.S. For more insightful knowledge, The Matrix on Fillmore was opened on August 13, 1965 by Marty Balin, lead singer for Jefferson Airplane. After that initial performance, The Doors, The Grateful Dead, and Janis Joplin have all graced the Matrix with live performances.

FR - Day Game in Palo Alto

2006-06-17T20:21:00.000-07:00

A beautiful sunny day in Palo Alto, that means one thing, shorts, tank tops and lots of hot girls walking around the mall. I'm woken up by my phone going off with text messages and a voicemail, it's Positive and MellowYellow (Seattle PUA). And guess what? We're running day game.

Positive picks me up, we pick up MellowYellow and we head off to grab some food. After a burger, some beer and good conversation we're headed over to the Stanford Shopping Center.

Mellow Yellow is a newbie to day game and we're walking around just talking to people and checking out the scene. I need my caffeine fix and so its off to Starbucks. I'm talking to Positive and notice a woman who stands up and walks over to the counter, I look at Pos and say, "I wonder if I can steal that woman's seat?"

Positive being Positive says, "No pressure, just do it." I love/hate my wing so I approach.

Me: Excuse me, but I think there's something on your jeans.
Asianwoman: Oh, really?
Me: Yes, could you please stand up?

AW stands up and I grab her hand and pull her a couple of feet away from her seat while at the same time looking blatantly at her ass as if I was searching for the stain/mark. Without hesitation I slide into her seat.

Me: Thank you!
AW: (laughs)
Me: I just wanted your seat!

Positive and a couple of others laugh and I lean into AW's friend and tell her, "Glad AW has a sense of humor."

AW and her friend grab their drinks and leave, but not before I put a smile on AW's face.

We walk outside and I spot a seated 2 set, a blonde and an Asian girl, they look like they're taking some type of test. I open.

Me: Hey, if you need help, let me know, I'm a professional test taker. I've done like 50 of these.
HBBlonde and HBAsian: (giggle)
Me: Seriously, I know what the answers are. I only charge $75 hour.
HBBlonde: (smiles)
Me: You guys aren't cheating are you?
HBBlonde and HBAsian: (giggle)
Me: You guys are cheating, I'm telling on you!
HBBlonde and HBAsian: (giggle)
Me: What is this for?
HBBlonde: Its an opinion test for the new Polo Ralph Lauren store that's opening up, I'm applying for a job.
Me: Cool.

Positive comes into wing and occupies the Asian girl, I'm focused on the blonde. Out of the blue the manager for Polo comes over and tells us to leave. Awwww...party pooper, so we tease and banter with her but she's not having it. Apparently we're harassing her "girls." We say goodbye and leave, I'm definitely going to try and open up HBBlondie again if I get the chance.

We're crusing again and I spot a cute brunette all in black sitting alone. I sit and open.

Me: Looks good, what are you eating?
HBBrunette: Tomatos.
Me: Can I have one?
HBB: Sure.

We fluff talk, I tease a little bit, she giggles, Positive grabs a tomato as well and then bounces with MellowYellow. I shift to rapport, vibe on a number of topics and try to play the observation game with her. She's not having it and fighting me the whole way, complaining, and being un-social. I calibrate and tone it down, and just vibe with her. I was sure this set wasn't going anywhere because of her attitude, but then she surprises me.

HBB: My break is over, do you want to walk me back to my store?
Me: Sure, why not.

We fluff a little more and I'm thinking, ok, I must have miscalibrated but as we're walking she's a little too far away, not walking next to me and definitely walking too fast. Something's not right. I see Positive and MellowYellow and nod my head.

On the way to her store I talk about San Francisco, she talks about her school, going to Vassar, traveling, etc. It's going ok but I don't feel confident about successfully closing. We arrive at her store and tell her that I want to continue the conversation and go for the number close, she denies me. Ouch! She asks for my number instead and I give it to her knowing that she probably won't call me. No worries, lesson learned - run more attraction. I'm unfazed and as I walk back to my wings, who should I run into but HBBlondie. She sees me and I open.

Me: Hey, how did the test go? Did you pass? Was it hard? Did you cheat? (smiling)
HBBlondie: No! (smiling)
Me: Its ok, I won't tell on you.
HBBlondie: (giggles)

One important point that I want to make is that my body language was perfect. I wasn't forward facing rather I was looking over my right shoulder at her since her whole body was facing me. Its hard to describe but an important variable when running any standing set.

Me: I like your necklace. (kino her necklace) Where did you get it?
HBB: Hawaii...blah, blah, blah..

We fluff talk for a little more, talk about Hawaii, the beach, the various islands, triathlons, etc.

Me: Are you from around here?
HBB: Woodside.
Me: I hate girls from Woodside! (big smile and said in a playful tone)
HBB: (laughs)
Me: I shouldn't be talking to you right now. My mom warned me about the girls from Woodside.
HBB: (laughs)
Me: I need a note to just talk to you.
HBB: (laughs)

More banter and teasing and kino on my end and I'm in. I shift to rapport.

Me: One of my favorite things to do when I go to the mall is to people watch. What about you?
HBB: I love to people watch.
Me: Cool.

I launch into an observation game and she's into it, elaborating, making me laugh and I'm thoroughly enjoying our conversation. She's cool, cute, tall, and blonde. Perfect. We play this for a couple of more minutes and stop.

HBB: You should come visit me at the store.
Me: I enjoyed talking to you, I want to continue the conversation.
HBB: Ok.
Me: Do you have a pen?
HBB: No, but I have a cell phone.
Me: Cool, here's my cell phone, enter your number.

She enters her number and we say goodbye and I meet up with my wings. Not a bad day at the mall.

Lessons Learned:

1. Run attraction material until you have her BT up and then shift into rapport. I should have tried a little harder with HBBrunette but didn't. Focus, give the set 100% and you'll be duly rewarded for your efforts.

2. Run day game with the intention of just being social. Don't look for sets, just cruise with the boys and enjoy the day. Sets will materialize before your eyes when you least expect them.

3. Push your wings to do crazy things during the day. Have fun, loosen up and don't ever take yourself too seriously.

4. Smile. If you're not having fun, something's wrong.

LR - Same Night Pull

2006-06-11T20:42:00.000-07:00

Its Saturday night and I'm hooking up with some of the PUAs from L.A., Papi Chulo, Havoc, John and his brother James. We're meeting at the White Lotus in Hollywood, a "dance club" with hip hop music, attitudes and lots of young women. I'll be the first to admit that this isn't exactly my forte or preference for "hunting grounds" but so what, I'll learn and grow.

It was great seeing the guys and hanging out with them and since I was having fun and just hanging out I was trying several different openers. As a result of those openers I got blown out a number of times. Ouch!

Some of the responses I received from sets:

1. "Get the fuck away from here!" - A personal favorite and one that made me actually laugh and smile. Sure thing baby, just wanted to let you know you had lipstick on your teeth.
2. "Keep moving, there's no one here that wants to talk to you!" - Hmmm, interesting since I thought I generated attraction. Guess not.
3. "What the fuck you looking at dude?" - An original statement offered up by a 5'7 260 pound steroid gorilla of a beast whose nostrils flared out a la Patrick Ewing.

So those were some of my results and yes, Mango is fallible, contrary to popular belief. But the cool thing about those experiences was that I lived, didn't get into any fights and had fun winging Havoc on a couple of sets.

So by now you're wondering, where the hell did he pull from? Ahhh...the juicy stuff. After separating from Papi Chulo and Havoc in Hollywood I was dropped off at a friend's party in North Hollywood where my buddy "L" was DJing. I was introduced to a number of people guys and girls and struck up a conversation with HBBrunette (I'm sorry Positive). She was outgoing, had a great smile, aquiline nose, beautiful skin, a pair of the tightest white pants on, (no panty line) and a really cool vibe.

Me: If you're a friend of "L" then maybe you can be a friend of mine. I don't know yet, you look like trouble. (kino HBB)
HBB: (mouth wide open in shock)
Me: Its ok, I know you can't help yourself. You're probably trouble with a capital "T."
HBB: (laughs and kinos my arm)
Me: I can't hang around you, you're a bad influence...

I stop the flirting and walk away from her to see what she would do next. She follows. Perfect. She wants more.

HBB: So where are you from?
Me: How cute, already asking where I'm from, you're not going to try and stalk me are you? I already have my schedule booked with stalkers. Hmmmm...let's see, Tuesdays and Thursdays are taken but Wednesday at 7:30 PM is free. (credit Lance Mason)
Me: Make sure you get a good spot in the front, and don't forget to bring the night-vision goggles.
HBB: (laughs) OMG!
Me: Ok, now its your turn.
HBB: My turn?
Me: Yeah, your turn to flirt back with me. C'mon, make this fun. (credit Sean M.)
HBB: You are so cute!
Me: I know I am, thanks for noticing, but is that the best you can do? I think we need to re-enroll you in flirting 101, or did you not take the elective when it was offered?
HBB: (laughs and kinos me more)
HBB: Blah, blah, blah...
Me: About time...geez, I'm glad I won't have to do all of the work in the relationship. (credit Sean M.)
HBB: (laughs) You're too much and too funny!

At this point we're standing around and I'm getting massive AIs from a number of women and guys. Her guy friends are coming up and talking to her and I just casually introduce myself as she coyly puts her arms around my waist, or holds my hand. I've generated a ton of attraction and she's so wound up that I need to shift gears and slow it down.

Me: So tell me HBB, why do you love house music so much? What does it do for you?
HBB: I don't know how to explain it but...(she goes on for about 5-10 minutes talking about how music itself influences her life and more importantly her emotional state.)

At this point we just vibe and talk about our mutual interests, travel, and family. I go into a long story about traveling to Europe with "L" to hear him spin in Paris and London. I talk about my trips to Ibiza, and all the crazy clubbers I met and saw out there. She's intrigued and loving my tales from abroad.

We're outside the party just chilling out and head back inside to mingle and socialize. As we do she disappears for a couple of minutes and finds me chatting iwth some of the people there. She doesn't interrupt but rather stands and waits patiently for me to finish and when I'm done I address her.

Me: So you're back for more, huh? Couldn't get enough?
HBB: (laughs)
Me: You know, you're going to exceed your quota for the day and then you'll be sorry...
HBB: (laughs) Quota? You mean you're going to stop talking to me?
Me: No, I won't stop talking to you I just won't be flirting with you as much...
HBB: (giggles) I went and put lip gloss on.
Me: (smirk appears) I know what you're thinking, you're not getting lucky tonight. I'm not that easy.
HBB: (blushes) What are you talking about?
Me: Oh, you know what I'm talking about...
HBB: (smiles and looks down)
Me: Come here. (I grab her hand and lead her outside, I don't want to make out with her in front of her friends and embarass her)

We walk outside and find a quiet area, a tool shed but we're not alone, there are other people milling around. I lean back against the shed and just play it cool. She leans into me and I finally pull her in close. Her breathing is heavy and I proceed to kiss her passionately. We're exploring each others mouth and my hands are roaming across her body. I pull her in even tighter and hear her moan. After about 30-45 seconds of this I stop. I push her away and revert back to normal conversation.

She's flustered, out of breath and definitely turned on. I utilize a push/pull tactic for about the next 15 minutes while we're hanging out. I would grab her around the waist pull her in and make out with her and then freeze her out. I did this repeatedly. I know her BT is starting to increase because after a freeze out she asks me where I'm staying.

HBB: Where are you staying?
Me: At the Hilton about a couple of miles away...
HBB: Hmmm...I have to work in the morning at noon.
Me: Too bad...I leave for Chicago at 5 PM.

I drop the subject and let her think. She knows that we have a short amount of time together, she knows I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon. At this point I have to worry about logistics. Who did she come with? Is she giving anyone a ride home? What about her friends? I'm going to leave the details up to her, I can't worry about it.

I transition into wide rapport, talking about other topics, friends, my work, her past, her goals, and dreams. We continue this for about 20-30 minutes and then head back into the party. For the next hour or so she is stuck to me or within a couple of feet of where I'm at. I don't mind, in fact, whenever another female would be in the area, she would come over and literally stand next to me, as if she was protecting her turf. Wow, I'm flattered, she's shielding me from the other hotties at the party. The fact that other women are checking me out and giving me IOIs is great, she's going to be forced to make a decision very soon.

We chat and I flirt just a tad bit more.

Me: You know, my mom warned me about women like you.
HBB: Oh yeah? (big smile)
Me: I need a note from her just to hang out with you.
HBB: (laughs)
Me: You know, the note said specifically, no flirting, no hand-holding and definitely no kissing!
HBB: (laughs)
Me: I guess we've broken all the rules...

Its getting late and "L" and I are ready to go home, and then she drops it on me.

HBB: My friend "M" left her keys in Mike's car and I have to drive her all the way to his place.
Me: No worries, do what you need to do. We have each other's contact info.
HBB: But I wanted to hang out with you... (Translation: I wanted to go home with you)
Me: Next time, you're a great friend for taking care of this.
HBB: (smiles and continues to whine a little to me about having to take her friend to get her keys)

I'm resolved with the fact that this isn't going to happen tonight so we say our goodbyes, and I walk her to her car. I give her a makeout session she soon won't forget and we part ways.

I'm chilling back at my hotel after having had breakfast at an all night diner. I get a text message from HBB.

The following is a play by play of the text messages that we exchanged.
HBB: Hugs
Me: Drive safely cutie.
HBB: R U flirting with me? awwwwhhh....
Me: Just a little bit.
HBB: Where r u?
Me: Hilton hotel by the Burbank airport.
HBB: I wish we could hang out right now. I just dropped "M" off.
Me: What's stopping u? I want 2 see u.
HBB: I thought you needed sleep?
Me: I can't sleep right now. Been thinking about u.
HBB: Come on...
Me: We both want 2 c each other before I go 2 Chicago.
HBB: What room r u in?
Me: 452
HBB: Ok, give me 25 min.

She arrives about an hour later and ends up spending about 4 hours with me before going into work that day. BTW, she wasn't wearing any panties under her tight white pants. :-)

Lessons Learned:

1. Flirt with all of the women when you go out, prior to sticking with HBB I was bantering with a number of women at the party, trying to see who would bite. HBB took the bait, the hook, line, and sinker.
2. When you travel, let the women know. I believe that part of the appeal of sleeping with me was that I was leaving the next day and there would be no worries about follow up for a long time.
3. Drop into rapport whenever you have the opportunity, you need to build comfort and trust along with generating attraction.
4. Logistics are key, always keep that in mind. I thought the whole interaction was in the bag until she dropped the bomb on me. Too bad she had to drop her friend off but she text messaged me to see if I was still awake after she was done, and luckily I was.
5. When replying to her text messages I tried to make every response an emotional one, no logical thoughts or the SNP wouldn't be happening.
6. Girls are freaky, they'll do anything you want them to do. I got mine to... (sorry, can't share that with you boys)

Direct Game - Delivery

2006-06-08T15:46:00.000-07:00

During the daytime if I see a woman standing or walking, I'll literally go up and approach. Here's what you need to think about when going direct.

Delivery is critical during direct, your intensity must be high. In other words, she needs to see, hear, and feel what you are saying.

A couple of ways to accomplish this:

1. Make sure you give her a little distance, you should be anywhere from 3-5 feet away.
2. Eye contact should be steady and intense, now don't look in both eyes, use your right eye to look directly into her right eye. The reason being is this is the emotional side of her brain, the one that processes all of the feelings.
3. Tonality is critical, a deep sincere tone of voice helps accentuate the genuineness of the approach.
4. Pacing is another component that many guys forget about. Don't
rattle off the delivery, take your time, let it sink in, and most importantly - pause for effect. You want her to be hanging on every single word.

Example: Excuse me, (pause 1 count) I noticed you earlier when I was walking by (pause 1 count) and I just had to tell you...(pause 1 count) that you are...incredibly cute (adorable, beautiful, stunning, etc.)

5. Facial expression makes up the last piece of the puzzle, you want to smile while you deliver the "incredibly cute" portion of the sentence. You want her to light up like a Christmas tree.

6. Last but not least BL has to be on point, you need to be opened up, in other words vulnerable. You should be forward facing, giving yourself to her, exposed. If you are angled away the effect isn't as profound, its almost like your hesitant and unsure of your actions. Be sure, face her directly.

I've done some tweaking on my direct approaches, and I've broken out into a small smile as I began my delivery and into a full blown smile by the end of the opener. The effect is the same. Remember, she's reading everything about you - picking up all of the little subtle nuances of who you are. The voice, the eyes, the mouth, the pacing,and the tonality which all plays a huge role in successfully pulling this off.

Remember, you're leading her and building up this emotional intensity inside of her. She's literally a volcano waiting to explode, nerves are getting the best of her, she's hanging on each word waiting, wondering. At this point her heart is beating a 150 times a minute.

She's thinking, "What is he going to say next?" At last the final words are delivered and there's an explosion, ok not an orgasmic one, but one inside of her that melts her inner being. She is now floored and her heart is beating even faster than before. She can't help but give you the googly eye look and the smile. Yeah, you know which one, the smile that lights up a room, the one that makes your knees go weak, and your heart go pitter patter.

I've seen women react in several different ways to a successful direct
approach.

1. Cover their mouth, and say, "OMG!!"
2. Giant smile and eyes start to twinkle/shine
3. Mouth drop in disbelief

Side note: I did a direct approach on a gorgeous blonde (no surprise there, I have this thing for hot blondes) last week and as I was delivering the opener, I literally watched her pupils dilate in front of my eyes. A first, but nonetheless an effective performance metric out in the field -
attraction generated.

During the delivery portion of the direct approach, you should literally feel like you are in a bubble, that nothing else around you matters, you're shut off from the world. The cars maybe passing by, people maybe walking past, but it doesn't matter. At this point you're oblivious to the world around you, and you can only focus on her.

The direct approach is the "bomb" that 99% of men will never do...it takes huge cajones to pull this off right, but when you do, its lights out. You own her heart from that moment on.

FR - The Perfect Set - HB10

2006-06-04T05:29:00.000-07:00

***Warning: This FR is incredibly long, I ran this set for about 5 hours.***

It's 5:30 AM and the adrenaline is still coursing through my body from what transpired this evening. I'm out with the guys, Positive, Ladiesman, Sal, and we're meeting up with Shanghai. We're in the Marina on a Saturday night and the place is crazy. Earlier in the day the annual Union St. Fair was in full effect and the lingering remnants of the day time drunk fest was evident in the streets. Hordes of frat boys dressed in their A&F clothes were milling everywhere.

Hot "Marina Girls" are in abundance, wearing the requisite clothes de jour, Seven jeans, open toed high heeled shoes, and a cute top. Yeah, they were everywhere. We start off at Bar None and the place is crawling, its bad, congested, and wall to wall people. Not exactly the easiest place but nonetheless part of the Marina ritual. If you can run sets in this crazy place, then you can run sets almost anywhere.

The guys run a few sets here and there but nothing's sticking and so we decide to bounce, off to the Matrix. As we're walking down Union street we pass mixed sets, 2 sets, 3 sets, the guys are opening left and right enjoying themselves while they "warm up" for the target rich environment, the Matrix.

We turn right onto Filmore street and then I spot her. White skirt, black tank top talking on the cellphone. I didn't know how hot she was, I just had this feeling. I tell Ladiesman to open her and he hesitates. That's my cue and I go in. As I'm walking by I get a quick glance and I realize that she's not any ordinary woman, she's the "One." The elusive "10" that we all talk about, the model/actress that makes men's heads turn when she walks by. I have never given a woman a "10" rating but that would all soon change. I open.

Me: OMG! I can't believe you're on the phone, you were supposed to meet me 10 minutes ago! What happened to you?
HB10: (smiles at me and puts one finger to her mouth)

I take this as a cue to wait for just a second. I stand there patiently, perfect BL and smile. She's smiling back and tells whoever she was talking to that she needs to go. She's off, and so am I.

Me: You are such a brat, I can't believe you made me wait!
HB10: (giggling and smiling)
Me: Did you like go to "Brat University?" (credit Sal)
HB10: Totally!

I extend my arm and she takes it and we walk down towards the Matrix. Attraction generated, total elapsed time: Less than 30 seconds.

HB10: Where are you headed?
Me: Down to the Matrix to meet my friends.
HB10: So am I, perfect!

We stroll up to the door, as we get near heads are turning, guys and girls, they're checking us out. Guys heads spin as we get closer, the woman I'm with is that gorgeous. I spot Carson at the door, there's a line so I call out his name.

He immediately stops what he's doing and smiles, extends his hand and I shake it and we waltz right through. I love social proof. Always befriend the bouncers, life is that much easier. I walk into the Matrix on a high note, I have a gorgeous "10" on my arm, I've just executed a "street pick up" and I'm walking into my favorite venue in all of the Marina.

We mosy up to the bar and she engages me.

HB10: Are we getting drinks?
Me: Yes we are!

I spot the bartender and we wait patiently. I introduce myself.

Me: I'm M...
HB10: I'm HB10...

I'm taking a good look at her, 5'9, beautiful face, brown eyes, great hair, fantastic sexy body, absolutely gorgeous. It doesn't get any better than this. I reflect back on some of the HBs from the past, even Alissa, and HB10 has her beat.

I launch into an attraction story - Las Vegas to Perfect Couple. I have her laughing, giggling and its on. I've done this so many times that running attraction material becomes second nature. I tease, banter, kino, and I'm in. I finally get the bartender's attention and I order my drink, Grey Goose and cran. I don't order for her and tell her that I don't buy drinks for women unless they promise to get the next round.

She doesn't flinch, doesn't even make a sound at this statement. Good. I like that. I get my drink, and she orders hers. While we're waiting she tells me about her text messages from this guy, someone she's been dating and shows them to me. He's pissed, she was supposed to meet him but she didn't and now she's with me. Oh well.

While she's at the bar I spank her ass lightly, she turns and looks at me and smiles. With her white long skirt, firm tight ass, how could I resist? She orders a drink for herself and pays. I spot Positive and ask him to take our picture, he does. We look cute together. I tell her that.

Me: We make a really cute couple. If we had babies they would be gorgeous.
HB10: I want gorgeous babies. (IOI)

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We look at the pictures and they are cute. I tell her to kiss me on the lips, and she does. She tells me that she loves my salt and pepper hair. Awwww, how sweet. I lead her to the couches and sit down. She sits next to me and I shift gears. We vibe, talk about the Marina, and the Matrix. I launch into my Marina girl/boy story and segueway into my cougar story. She giggles and then I transition into rapport.

Me: Are you a creative person?
HB10: Yes I am!
Me: Do you have a good imagination?
HB10: Yes!
Me: When you were a kid were you able to entertain yourself by making up imaginary scenarious, people, and places? You know, have little tea parties with your dolls, making up things as you went along?
HB10: Yes.
Me: Good, because I was the same way...imagine you're in the desert...

I run the cube and during my analysis I change it up. I ask her at each juncture to confirm that what I told her was spot on. She does. A new twist in the cube - affirmation from the HB which solidifies my cold read of her. Nice. At this point we kiss with more intensly, I feel and taste her lips which are absolutely delicious. After we kiss I look her in the eyes.

Me: You have beautiful lips, I knew our kisses would be amazing. (credit Sean M.)
HB10: (smiles at me as her eyes twinkle)

I'm going to fall for this one but dammit I'm going to run the best set of my damn life. A woman this hot doesn't come around very often in SF. I continue to hold my frame as she receives another text message from her guy. She says, she can't believe there's all this drama in her life and this is where frame control comes in so handy.

Me: Sweetie, I don't have any drama in my life right now and I don't expect to have any in the future. (I look her in the eyes) We will not have any drama in our relationship. I will not tolerate it.
HBB: Yes, we won't have any drama.
Me: Life is too short to have negative energy surrounding you.
HBB: I agree.

I notice a lot of activity around me, guys moving around left and right, wings coming into view, the Matrix is about to get busy. Positive comes over to me and tells me that its time for me to leave, if I'm pulling I need to do so now. Got it. I tell HB10 that we're leaving and she says ok.

I grab her hand and we walk outside, I pass Authentic and Sanjeev, see Shanghai but I'm moving to another venue and can only briefly acknowledge them . In the morning Positive tells me that there were 3 newbies from EBSS "watching me" ok, they were guarding me while I was in set, protecting me from any AMOGS. He told them to do so and I really appreciate him for that. Props to my awesome wing. Funny, while in set I did notice a lot of eyes but I only thought it was because my target was beautiful. To the 3 guys off of EBSS, thank you. I appreciate the help.

We leave the Matrix, hand in hand and walk outside up Filmore. She asks me where we're going and I tell her that I'm grabbing us a cab. I pull her in close while standing in the street and tell her to kiss me, she does, again. Perfect. She's stunning and I can't let my emotions or desire get the better of me. I need to remain in control at all times, never showing any weakness, or indeciseveness because if I do, I would lose her in an instant.

We jump in a cab and I'm unsure of where we're going. I tell her, your place or mine. Mistake. She stays quiet, and I recover quickly and tell the driver, "Medjool" in the Mission district. I sense a little bit of relief on her end and I gather my senses. I run my "Gamekiller" story on the cab ride to Medjool. She laughs, smiles and I'm back in control of the set. I describe Medjool to her, this oasis in the middle of the Mission district and then her phone rings. She's getting phone calls, texts from a number of people and telling them that she's headed to "Pink" or to 16th and Valencia, never to Medjool.

I'm holding her hand in the cab, I feel as if we've been going out forever. I have an epiphany right then and there. This is the life of a beautiful woman, people constantly calling, texting, trying to find out what she's doing. I know that the way I handle myself in all of these scenarios is how I'll have to handle myself if I was to date her. Cool, composed, and unfazed by the distractions going on in her life. No problem.

We arrive at Medjool, and get out of the cab. As we're walking towards the entrance, all eyes are on us, I walk straight up to the front and actually cut in front of a number of people. The bouncer checks my ID, doesn't check hers and we're in. Total elapsed time: 15 seconds.

We walk inside and head upstairs. At the bar I'm getting nowhere. As I'm standing there she kinos me, massaging my shoulders, putting her arms around me and holding me around my waist. I pull her close, kiss her and ask her to use her feminine wiles to get the bartender's attention and us drinks. She leans in, and seconds later the bartender is at her beck and call. I love having a beautiful woman with me, life is soooo much easier. :-) Now, I paid for the cab ride over from the Marina and hand her my card, she hands it back to me with a smile and says, "I'll get this." Awesome! I've gained her respect and she mine. She's not going to use me, I like this girl just a little more than I did earlier in the evening. We head towards the roof top patio and its closed, no worries. We head out to the outdoor terrace overlooking Mission street.

Once outside I take up space, lean back against the railing and have her face me, as if she's gaming me. We vibe, fluff, I still occasionally tease her and the magic is still there.

I launch into another story about intuition, my mom, and a woman's 6th sense. She says all these things to me that I internalize. She's HSE, she's cold and a bitch at times, she can read people instantly. In fact, I asked her if she sizes up men that quickly, and she said yes. I ask her what she thought of me. Why she decided to go on this little adventure with me. She said she knew right away that I was cool, that she should be hanging out with me. She had this feeling and she always trusts her intuition. I glance to my right and 3 AFC guys are staring at her and at me with their jaws ajar. It was too funny, they looked like they had never seen a beautiful woman up close, they probably haven't. I say what's up and I open them.

They compliment me on how beautiful HB10 is, I tell them thanks. They ask AFC questions, how did we meet, how does one get a beautiful woman like this, does she have any friends. I smile to myself because I know. I decide to play with them.

AFC#1: Do you have a great job and lots of money?
Me: I'm a janitor and I don't make shit.
AFC#1: Do you have a nice car?
Me: I drive a 78' Toyota Celica.
AFC#1: Do you have a nice place?
Me: I live in a cardboard box.

AFC#1: Where did you meet her?
Me: You know, I just met her about 30 minutes ago on the street in the Marina, she picked me up.
HB10: (giggles)
Me: Yeah, I can't believe I'm hanging out with her...she's a brat.
HB10: (giggles)

The 3 AFC guys' eyes go wide in disbelief. One of them says, "No way! That's not true!" I laugh out loud and continue to run the set.

Me: You're right, we knew each other from like Mrs. Smith's history class years ago. We never talked and in fact I didn't even like her.
HB10: Yeah, we didn't get along at first, and then years later we realized that we were totally attracted to each other.

The 3 AFC guys nod their head in sort of collective agreement. One of them asks me how I got her, I smirk. I launch into how attraction works, what women find attractive and as I'm posted up on the railing leaning back on it, HB10 does something that will forever go down as one of the best moves of all time. She wraps her left leg around me, leans into me, runs her hands up and down on my chest, and starts kissing and sucking on my neck all in front of the 3 AFCs. Their jaws hit the ground. Their eyes light up and I'm in heaven. I must admit, I was surprised. However, I didn't flinch. I continue to plow through.

In hindsight she was testing me, seeing how I would react. I needed to act like I've been in this position before and that I can handle a beautiful woman kissing and sucking on my neck. No worries. Test passed.

I talk about PU101, the classes and hand them my business cards and tell them to visit the website. They gladly take my cards and we continue our conversation.

HB10 chimes in, and starts talking to one of the guys, AFC#2 getting really close to him. I start chatting with AFC#1 and talk to him about pickup, women, my experiences and educate him on "the game." He's stuck, and for the next 20 minutes I drop some serious knowledge explaining to him about the process, what triggers are switched in a woman's head, and how to hit them. He listens intently absorbing every piece of knowledge.

I glance over at HB10 and she has one of the AFCs wrapped around her finger. He's literally hanging on her every word. Cool, I continue to talk to AFC #1 and then he starts to question me. Ok, another non-believer. I guess I need to demo. I spot a 2 set and I open.

Me: You are soooooooo in my way! I can't believe you.
HBBraids: (laughs hard)
Me: How much are you charging for toll because I'm not paying!
HBBraids: (continues to laugh and kinos my arm)
Me: OMG! You are such trouble, my mom warned me about women like you!

I address the other one and start bantering with both of them. All of this elapses in about 15-20 seconds and I shift to rapport.

Me: Hey guys...this is AFC#1.
AFC1: So where are you guys from? (I just about died, the set was lost, he was going nowhere)

In that split second the laughter dies and bam. AFC#1 is now blown out. Oh well, at least I demonstrated how it worked.

I notice HB10 is now seated inside with AFC#2 engrossed in some conversation. I sit down, ask her if she's ok and she says, "Give me a couple of minutes." Cool, no worries.

I see Positive, Shanghai, Ladiesman, and Sal enter the upstairs venue. Cool. I head over there and engage. After a brief discussion with the crew I decide its time to venue change again to get some food. I walk over to HB10 and tell her, "Let's grab a bite to eat." She says ok and as we walk away AFC#2 apologizes to me for talking to her. No worries I tell him.

We're 10 feet away and HB10 stops me.

HB10: Why did you give him your business card? Do you think you're better than him? ( I realized that this was a shit test and instead of giving a logical answer, I needed to reframe it into something uplifting and positive)

Me: I gave him my business card because I have experience and knowledge in the specific areas that he has questions in. I'm at a point in my life where I can share what I have learned with others. My parents instilled in me an altruistic outlook on life and I will continue to give. I feel that I have a sense of duty and responsiblity to help those who want help. I'll never turn my back on people especially when I have an opportunity to enlighten them in areas that I understand.

HB10: Did you get upset that I was talking to AFC#2? (Another shit test)
Me: I think its great that you took the time to talk to him about who he was. It shows me that you have this really caring and gentle side to you and that's great. I love seeing these hidden qualities emerge. You're amazing and I'm glad I had an opportunity to see this side of you.

Shit test #2 passed.

We head downstairs and go dance for a couple of minutes. She moves so sexy while on the dance floor. I run into my friend Carrie, Nicole, and Danielle and say hi to them. HB10 comes out of the bathroom and I introduce her to my friends. Great social proof.

We bounce outside and she starts to tell me about a number of personal things. I'm unreactive, and I just listen. She's telling me about her past, and I take this as a cue to just shut up. I ask her if she likes Chinese and she replies with an emphatic, "Yes!"

Me: We're going to Yuet Lee in North Beach. (I go into vivid detail about Yuet Lee)

I hail a cab and we jump in. She takes off her shoes, leans into me and sits in the middle of the seat cushion with her legs spread apart. I place my right hand in her lap and she holds it with both of her hands bringing it in between her legs. Now I know what you're thinking, this is a comfort move, not a sexual one. She looks content and I'm incredibly relaxed. The song "Crazy" by Charles Gnarly comes on and I tell her how much I like this song. She loves it.

HB10: As I'm hearing this song I can imagine us just laying together... (Interpretation: I'm already imagining what it would be like to be with you, in your arms, relaxed, comfortable and safe...)

I stay quiet and allow the music to take control. We're having one of those nights that are so magical and special that I believe my words cannot do it justice. I feel so content at this point. I have won over an incredibly beautiful woman. All of those sets have served me well.

The cab pulls up to Yuet Lee and I pay the driver. I mention to HB10 that I'm low on cash, she tells me not to worry, she'll pay for our food. I'm blown away, an HB10 offering to pay for my food, not the other way around. How cool is that? Yeah, pretty f**king cool!

We enter Yuet Lee and as we do, all eyes are on us. Again, stares from the patrons but it doesn't faze me, I'm used to it.

We sit order, and just vibe. I tell another story about how I discovered this place from my best friend Leonard and talk about all the times I've been there with friends sharing great food, but more importantly great company. She's smiling at me and I'm smiling back, I can't believe how much we've done in such a short amount of time. While we're waiting for our food she asks to see my camera and I hand it to her. I can tell by the look on her face that she's not happy with the pictures. I don't blame her, there are pictures of me with a lot of women, and not just any women, attractive ones. Even pictures of me kissing women. She hands it back without a word. Hmmm...I don't say anything and try to justify the pictures. Hell no. I just roll into another topic.

The food arrives and we wolf down the fried rice, I eat the calamari, she doesn't like it. No problem, more for me. We finish up, pay the bill and leave. We walk down to the ATM machine so I can get more cash and as we're walking, people are staring. I'm at the ATM and a couple of guys that are walking by congratulate me on how beautiful she is. Whoa. What about me? I'm hot too! ;-) I take it with a grain of salt and don't even trip when a couple of cars drive by and guys are hanging out hooting and hollering at her.

We hail a cab and jump in, off to her place. I don't even bring it up, I assume I'm coming up, not even questioning where I should be after the cab ride is over. We get to her place, I pay the cab driver and walk out.

HB10: Are we hanging out?
Me: Yes we are.
HB10: Ok.

We enter her secured building and get into the elevator. I arrive at her front door and she tells me that she never brings guys over to her place. I agree with her and say, "Ok."

I enter, take off my shoes and my jacket. She's sitting down on a window ledge that has pillows and I make myself comfortable. I'm not even nervous at this point just very relaxed, I know what to do. Build comfort and trust, and dive into deep rapport with her.

We talk about her mother, and she mentions to me that she was murdered. I don't react, but rather just sit there focused on her, allowing her to open to me. I don't pry but I'm patient. I ask her about the picture on the wall and its her mom. I ask her if she 's just like her and HB10 goes on for a couple of minutes about her mom. I do a cold read on the picture and take my time in describing what I see. After this I segueway into another thread and go deep.

I talk about fate, destiny and how things happen in life. I ask her if she believes in these things and she does. I'm spinning a tale and sub-communicating to her that we were meant to meet, that things happened for a reason and our adventure was no accident. I launch into romantic comedies and love stories, explaining to her the underlying premise in all of these movies. There's a hero, the woman, and all of these obstacles that he must overcome in order to be with her, and at the end it isn't all the heroic tasks that wins her heart, its his vulnerability. I tell her that the hero must expose himself, put his heart out there and that's when she falls for him. I see her pupils are incredibly dilated while I'm telling her this and planting in her head that I'm that hero.

As an example I use the movie, "Serendipity" with John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale. I talk about fate bringing them together one night in NYC and how they spend all this time and at the end of the interaction he loses her number. She's enraptured with the tale and I continue to talk about the movie, the hurdles they face and all of the obstacles John must overcome in order to be with the woman he loves.

I'm conscious of my voice, my delivery, and the pacing of the story. I'm speaking with a deep and soothing tone, she even mentions to me that I talk like the guy that she's dating. She corrects herself instantly.

HB10: I mean, we're going to break up, its not working out. Tonight was the last straw, I don't see it going anywhere...

She's obviously torn about the whole thing and I'm glad because it means I've been doing everything right. I've been creating such a strong emotional connection with her throughout the night, she's never encountered anyone like me.

I finish up telling her about "Serendipity" and how the hero finally gets to be with the love of his life and just sit there staring at her eyes. I notice that they're watering up and then it happens...she starts to tear, and cry. Not a lot of tears but enough to make her self-conscious and embarassed. I can't believe what I'm seeing, I just made a beautiful woman cry with deep rapport. She was touched on so many levels, but most importantly I hit her right in her emotional core and shook her foundation. Damn, I knew my rapport game was strong but I didn't know just how strong.

Me: Why are you crying?
HB10: I don't know...
Me: You do know, its ok. I understand.

I kiss her at this point, really tenderly. I wipe her tears away with my finger and she looks at me with this incredibly powerful gaze. I gently push her hair out of her eyes and put it around her ear. A tender moment shared between the two of us.

(In hindsight I might have gotten a better response if I just held her in my arms and just shared the moment)

Me: I should go. (I grab my jacket and prepare to leave)
HB10: No, don't go.

I sit down and stay quiet. We're both like this for a couple of seconds and we both light up a cigarette. She opens up her window and we stare out at the magnificent view of SF. I bring up our energy slowly, nice and easy. After smoking our cigarettes she pulls out her camera and shows me pictures of the guy she's dating. He's nothing special, just another guy. She reminds me that tonight was a defining moment in their relationship, it's over. I just listen, and don't say a word. I feel that this is the best way to handle the situation. By allowing her to talk and not vocalizing my opinion I'm letting her convince herself that the relationship with the guy she is dating is over. She's reasoning it out, rationalizing it in her head, without me saying anything to influence her decision.

I pull out my camera and start going over the pictures in them with her, putting names to faces and stories to pictures. She likes this and is seated right next to me, good kino and I can tell that she's feeling better. She tells me that she's tired and asks for my contact information. I give it to her and get hers.

I tell her that I have some free time this week. She says that she doesn't want to make plans, she'll probably flake. She'll call me. I don't trip, I realize that she probably has some things to take care of first. Most notably, the guy she's dating.

I put on my shoes, and she hands me my jacket. We hug and I hold her with both arms. I cup her face with both my hands and kiss her for about 15-20 seconds and let her go.

As I walk out of her apartment I'm emotionally spent. I take the elevator down and exit the building. I call up Positive and walk towards downtown.

Marina Hunter

FR - Mixed Sets

2006-06-03T10:48:00.000-07:00

I'm out tonight hanging with two of my favorite wings, Positive and Shanghai. My buddy Sal and Sanjeev are with us as well and Sal wants to see me open, attract, and close. No problem. As we leave the lobby area of the Clift Hotel and re-enter the Redwood Room I see the crew, and then I see the set. A blonde girl, and 2 guys.

I immediately position myself next two one of the guys and open.

Me: Hey guys, I don't know if you realize this but this girl is trouble with a capital "T." I saw her earlier and as I was walking by she tried to charge me toll. I can't believe the nerve of her.
HBB: (smile)
Me: I don't know how you guys roll with her.
HBB: (smile)
Me: You're such a brat!
HBB: I am!
Me: Hi-five!

We hi-five and our fingers interlock. Attraction hand test on. Our fingers linger and to show the guys that I'm in control and that she's attracted I let our hand holding linger in the air for a couple of seconds and slowly start to bring it down.

Me: I like you! You're my new girlfriend. Wait can you cook?
HBB: I can't cook!
Me: Oh great, we're doomed. We'll be eating Top Ramen and Spaghetti O's every day.
HBB: You need to pinky swear that we'll never cook! Ok?
Me: You got it!

At this point I run an attraction story.

Me: Have you guys ever heard of the MTV show "Gamekillers?" Basically, MTV follows around this guy as he goes out on dates with this woman and at every venue there is a "gamekiller" someone who tries to hit on his date. At the park there is a guy with a dog, at the restaurant its the good-looking waiter.

I launch into gamekiller routine for several reasons. To subcommunicate to the guys, "I'm going to kill your game" and to demonstrate to my buddy Sal, that there's a simple way to run a set, open, kino, banter, story.

Yeah, it sounds a little mean that I'm running this stack but in all honesty, if you want to blow the guys out and win over the girl you better let them know you mean business. As I'm telling the story I can see a huge shift in their attitudes, one of them is starting to look down when I look at him, the other can't even maintain eye contact with me.

By the end of the story my arm is around the girl, her arm is around me, we're both smiling and the guys look so out of place. In fact, I drive the point home by telling the guys, "Yeah, my friend didn't know what hit him. Game killed." One of the guys takes this as a cue and says to the girl, "I'll go buy you another drink." LOL!!! Nice one! I should have told him to get me a drink as well. The other guy just stands there and looks at me. So what do I do, I just turn my back towards him and pull the girl in closer and start chatting with her.

Me: You're so cute! I promised my friends I wouldn't go home with anyone tonight.
HBB: (laughs)
Me: If I could I would shrink you, and put you in my pocket and whenever I needed to smile or feel good I would supersize you!
HBB: (laughs) You're so adorable!
Me: Are you flirting with me?
HBB: Yes!
Me: Good, because I don't want the only to be doing the work in this relationship!
HBB: (laughs)

Its time to transition into rapport...

Me: So what do you do, not your 9 to 5 job but what do you do that you're passionate about?
HBB: Blah, blah, blah...mathematician.

We start to fluff talk, she tells me that she just got a Harley Davidson and that her dad bought it for her. The other AFC guy is still standing there and my buddy Sanjeev goes in to occupy his time. Perfect.

We fluff talk a little more and then Sal asks me a question. I get distracted for just a second and then AFC guy caveman's her away behind my back. I look up to my wings and Shanghai says, "Dude, as she was walking away she looked back at you twice." No worries, I'm going to close her right now. I head around the corner and see her and call out. The guy who cave manned her away looks all weirded out. Yeah, that's right, I'm going to close her out. I pull her, get the digits and she kisses me in front of the guy and gives me a hug.

I walk back to my wings, nod and tell them, "Mission Accomplished."

FR - Day Game in Union Square

2006-05-30T13:50:00.001-07:00

Its an amazing day in San Francisco and the people are out and about in SF walking around. The square as it so affectionately known in the PUA community is swarming with people/tourists and of course, women. I'm there with Positive and we're meeting up with my friend VW. We talk for a little bit and decide to grab lunch at a nearby Thai place.

After lunch we're in the square and three of us spot her, a beautiful brunette sunning herself on the steps. I send VW into set, he opens and within seconds is seated next to her. I continue to watch for a couple of minutes and then eject. Its going to be "one of those sets," you know, the hour long ones where they talk about everything under the sun, literally.

I leave Mike alone and wander the square, running into G, a fellow PU101 instructor and one of my instructors when I took the course. After a brief introduction to his date I run into G2, a fellow PU101 instructor and one of the most senior instructors in the entire organization. G2 is Incredible with a capital "I" at this stuff, he's so smooooth. Like butter. Yeah, the man has mad, mad game. After a brief conversation I eject, find Positive and wander some more, I open up a set directly and the woman tells me she's taken. Oh well, and then I spot her. Tall, brunette, beautiful face, white tank top, great body, great teeth, a mix of Asian and caucasian, a possible model, a total hottie. She's sitting with her laptop out and roller blades. She's mine. I approach and open.

Me: Excuse me, do you know where the nearest ATM maching is?
HBBrunette: No, I don't really do off the top of my head...
Me: You are soooooo fired as my personal tour guide! What am I going to do about you? (I sit down next to her)
HBB: (laughing)
Me: Where did you go roller blading?
HBB: All along The Embarcadero to the wharf.

We fluff for a little more on the weather, then I roll into a game.

Me: You know what I love about Union Square? All the great people watching.
HBB: Me too! I love to people watch!
Me: You see that guy over there, he's actually an undercover CIA agent waiting to bust this European couple that he's been tracking for 3 months.
HBB: (giggle)
Me: You see those two guys with strollers and kids. They're actually a gay couple...
HBB: (giggle) No way!
Me: This is San Francisco...Which reminds me, I was in this store the other day buying my nephew a t-shirt...(launch into rapport story about sister, nephew...etc.)

During this story she asks a number of questions, I answer and of course I kino when necessary. I talk about my adorable 2-year old nephew and how he is the smartest kid on the block.

I finish the story and launch back into the game.

Me: You see the guy with the head phones. He's actually listening to Tony Robbins right now.
HBB: I went to a Tony Robbins seminar.
Me: You did? We can't hang out anymore, this relationship is soooooo over!
HBB: (laughs)
Me: We're getting a divorce and I'm taking back all of the CDs, especially the Journey one and Michael Jackson. You can keep Britney Spears. Oh by the way, I'm keeping the kids, and you can have the dog. And don't forget to pick up the dry cleaning on your way home. Geez...
HBB: (laughs)

This turns into a new thread about kids and I begin another rapport thread. I talk about what I would love to teach my children if I ever have them and then in the middle of all this I stop. I freeze her out. I look at her with this sort of embarassed look and say, "I can't believe I'm telling you all of this."

Her response, "Oh no, don't worry, it's so cool, thanks for sharing!" I am so in.

Me: Are you a creative person?
HBB: I'm a totally creative person...(at this point she launches into a thread for a couple of minutes about being creative and I just chill) This is huge, let her talk, she's warm and she's on a roll and she's sharing.
Me: Are you an imaginative person?
HBB: Oh yeah! I totally...(she runs with this for a minute or two and I let her)

Me: You see that marble wall over there?
HBB: Yes.
Me: Imagine you're in the desert...

From here I run the cube, my analysis is spot on and of course I banter while I'm in set, teasing her about some of her answers. She loves it. She's laughing, enjoying herself and this set is now mine.

Me: Do you ever go to the Mission?
HBB: I love the Mission! (Hmmm...can someone say IOI?) ;-)
Me: There's this great place called...

At this point I paint the picture for the Day 2 talking about the atmosphere of the venue, the location, why it's special, etc. Vivid detail is important in selling her.

Me: I'm coming up on Thursday night to the city, let's go to ...
HBB: Yes, I totally want to go!
Me: 8 PM
HBB: 8 PM is perfect! (Her enthusiasm at this point is solid)
Me: Do you have a pen and paper?
HBB: I have my cell phone.
Me: What's your number?
HBB: 415-...

I call her phone right there while we're seated. She looks at it and then answers.

Me: I met the coolest woman today in the Square. But I think she's a workaholic. She was carrying her laptop and doing things on it.
HBB: (giggles)
Me: I'm calling her on Wednesday night to confirm for Thursday. Do you think Thursday's going to work for her?
HBB: It's perfect.
Me: Ok, I gotta run, take care.
HBB: (giggles) You're too much!
Me: You're too much!
HBB: No, you're too much!

We laugh at this little exchange and as I look her in the eyes I realize, I just fell in love...

We fluff for a couple of minutes about the weather, the square, my friends and then as I leave I ask her to give me a hug. She does. How cute. I walk towards my wings with a smile and a glow. I glance at my watch, one hour set. Perfect. I love day game.

FR - One Set From Saturday

2006-05-23T16:03:00.000-07:00

It's a cloudy day on the Peninsula but I couldn't wait to get up to SF. I was meeting the infamous Asian Triad, Positive, Kharma, and Alchemist to run day game in SF. Yes! I love hanging with those guys, they run game like its nobody's business, and day game, well, that seems to be a specialty of theirs.

Positive picks me up at my place and we mosy on up to the city. We didn't exactly mosy but you get my drift. Positive and I talked about a whole slew of topics, I sometimes have to remind myself that I've only known him for about 6 months but it seems like years. You could say that we get along pretty well. We don't step on each other's toes, we debate things out, discuss ideas and generally understand each other pretty well. And this is where our understanding of each other's game comes into play. (More on that later)

Union Square is ablaze with the Taiwanese Cultural Festival, which included in no particular order singing, dancing, jumping, acrobats, puppets, women, kids, food, and a whole lot of Asians. If I was into Asians this place would have been perfect, in fact, I would have been in paradise.

As Positive and I walk toward the cafe to buy some coffee we pass up a seated two set of women, a blonde, and a brunette. Can you guess which one was my target? :-) I get a glance from the blonde as a I walk by and take that as an approach indicator, she just opened me. Positive and I head into the cafe, we discuss quick tactics, I leave him with my order and go back to the two HBs sitting at the table.

I come around from the back and make a wide u-turn towards the blonde.

Me: I noticed you earlier when I was walking by...I just wanted to say, that you are incredibly cute!
HB8: (smiles) Thank you!
Me: My name is M...
HB8: I'm Sara
Me: And you are (extending hand to the brunette)
HBB: Chelsea
Me: Nice to meet the both of you. (I sit down immediately as if I've known them for years) What brings you out today?
HBB: Shopping, the beautiful day...
Me: I love San Francisco, there's so much going on, on any given weekend...(vibe)
HB8: Yeah...like today....
Me: What do you think of the cultural day here in the square?
HB8: Blah, blah, blah...

I felt like the rapport wasn't working so I shift to attraction material.

Me: You know, I was just in Vegas and noticed all these couples walking around looking like newylweds...(run Vegas/perfect couple story)
HB8 and HBB: giggle and laugh

I fluff a little more and just for the hell of it run Bestfriends test. I know, its played out, but damn its fun.

Me: So are you guys good friends? Really close?
HB8: Yeah...we are.
Me: Have you ever heard of the BF test?
HBB: No
Me: Blah, blah, blah...
HB8 and HBB: giggle and smile after the test
Me: I explain the dynamics of the test and what it really means.

We continue to fluff for a couple of more minutes, talk about where they're from, school, etc.

HBB: We need to get going...
Me: It was great meeting you...how many email addresses do you have?
HB8: 2
Me: Which one do you use the most?
HB8: gmail
Me: What is it?
HB8: blah, blah, blah...

Enjoy the rest of the day...

Lessons Learned:

1. Approach and run the 1st set as if it was your 10th. 1st set of the day, I was cold and just sat down and ran it as if I was in state.

2. Utilize a wing if possible. I found it really difficult to isolate the target and go into deep rapport.

3. Go for the number close. I was unsure if she would give me her number because her friend was there. Next time, just go for it.

FR - The Power of Rapport

2006-05-05T16:52:00.000-07:00

I thought last night would never end, its not that I didn't want to go out, it just that I had a very long day. In at 8 AM, out by 7 PM which is a pretty damn long day for me, normally I'm a 10 AM to 7 PM guy but I needed to finish up a project for a new client out in Ohio. Considering that the client was ecstatic today when I spoke with him on the phone, then all the extra work paid off.

Enough about me rambling about work, you're not hear to read about my day time dilemnas unless they involve women, right?

I picked up my wing Steve at his place around 10 PM, funny, I was talking to HBActress on the phone, a beautiful 5'9 blonde, blue-eyed, Britney Spears looking woman and just bantering and teasing with her while Steve listened in. I'm finding out that the more you believe that you're the prize (Credit Swingcat) the easier it is to talk to women either on the phone or in person.

Well, Steve and I drive up to SF just shooting the shit and arrive at our destination, the infamous Redwood Room in the Clift Hotel. I love this venue but tonight it looked like everyone just got off of work. Men in suits, women in work attire, nothing fun or sexy even at 10:45 at night. Steve is in full "socialize" mode and starts opening sets. I'm trailing back because if he's going to isolate then he's going to need me to help him out.

Its important to not look like you're out of place when you're not in set so stay busy. I pull out the phone and start banging out text messages to friends, and HBs and keep a watchful eye out on my wing. Nothing's shaking so we head to the bar and order drinks, and I chill. I'm not feeling it tonight but I don't think about it too much. Steve opens up a seated 3 set and I'm looking at it wondering, how is he going to isolate. No worries, I let him run and pull out my phone to talk to Carrie, one of my cool pivots whom I haven't spoken to in awhile. She and I shoot the shit for a little while and Steve bounces from set to set. Ok. It looks like I'm going to have to wing for him on all these sets so I don't open anything, I'm letting him open and run, fine with me.

After about 15 minutes, Steve's pretty much opened up everything that would be target worthy but on the way out he sees a seated two set on a sofa, an Asian girl and a Hispanic girl. Now, I just have to warn you, Steve has an Asian fetish like many of the caucasian guys that I know. There's just something about the exotic orientals that pull my friends in...

He opens, he's smiling, his body language is on point and from my vantage point I can tell that he's right about there with the hook point. Bam! They're hooked and I come into wing.

Me: Hey Steve, how's it going?
Steve: Cool, just chatting with these guys.
Me: (I turn and look at the two women and smile) Which one of these is trouble?
Steve: Well, they're both trouble but that one over there (pointing to the Asian) is a handful.
Me: Cool. (Steve introduces me to both of them and I sit next to the Hispanic girl)

I shift into rapport immediately with HG (Hispanic Girl) and just start vibing, talking about the Redwood Room, the interesting people all dressed up like they just got off of work, the restaurant next door, her birthday, etc.

Within a matter of minutes we start talking about her family (she's from the Dominican Republic) and her siblings, and then her mom and dad. She begins to open up to me about her close relationship with her father, and how she used to compete with him in completing the Rubik's cube. (A famous 80's puzzle shaped in a cube) HG goes on about his death, and her memories.

One thing I did do to encourage her to open up was ask open ended questions like, "What's your fondest memory of your father? What do you miss the most about him? If you could hang out with him for a day, what would you do?"

These types of "probing/exploration" questions allow you to go in deep into rapport and get to the emotional core of a topic. A great book to read to help you think along these lines is a book called, "If...Questions for the Game of Life." There are 3 Volumes, pick all three of them up if you can.

We got very deep and intimate on this subject matter really quickly which helps build comfort and trust. I in turn talked about my mom, my relationships with my sister, and especially the one with my nephew. I told her about taking him to the park, playing with him and teaching him new words and spending as much time with him as possible.

A couple of other topics that we discussed that excited her was fashion and my ability to relate to her on a number of different levels. We talked about current designers, her company (an established women's boutique chain), the concept of atmospherics (marketing term for layout of a store), fabrics, etc. Thank god I paid attention to the things my ex talked about in regards to fashion. (She's a clothes designer)

Of course, whenever I could I bantered with her and made an effort to consciously kino her, in fact I think she kino'd me more often than I did her.

At one point, since it was HG's birthday, we venue changed to another bar and this is where I started to talk more about male/female dynamics, body language, social awareness, and my other occupation as a "relationship management coach" aka "dating coach." She was fascinated and kept asking me for examples.

Several times during the conversation she accused me of using these tricks on her. I replied, "If I was using tricks on you would we have been talking for the last hour? Probably not." She couldn't believe that she opened up to me so easily on a number of personal subjects. I responded with, "That's the power of this stuff, it shouldn't seem like I'm trying to get anything from you. It should all flow, as if we've known each other for a long time."

She was floored by the statement because she knew it was true.

We finally venue change one more time back to the hotel lobby. Now HG and AG, Asian girl, that Steve's been with the whole time were staying at a hotel across the street from the bar. I can just picture you all wondering, "Will he pull?"

Well the answer is really simple. Did I want to pull? Yes and no. I wasn't attracted to her in that way, yeah, I would probably have slept with her, but to be completely honest, I didn't want to. Not my type.

Back in the hotel lobby I decide to turn it up a notch, I number close her and talk about the next time she's back in town setting up a potential future Day 2. I pull her up, and tell her to give me a kiss on the cheek, and then on the other one. No problem. I tell her to give me a kiss on the lips. She shakes her head, "No." Cool. I'm holding both of her hands at this point and I subtlely turn my head to the side and ignore her. I call her a brat but smile. After about 30 seconds I tell her to kiss me on the cheek again, both sides. This time I look her in the eyes and command her to give me a kiss on the lips, she gives in. We kiss for about 15 seconds and I push her away.

She's smiling, her face is turning a little flush and I can tell that her buying temperature is starting to go up. I smile and pull her back in and start to make out with her again. She's a little more animated, I put my arms around her and caress her ass...no resistance, if anything she starts to give in.

Now, I thought about the SNP but since she was with her co-worker she wouldn't want to give in and act like a slut. ASD kicks in and for good reason. HG is the Asian girl's boss and a regional executive, her reputation is at stake within their company. If the Asian girl had already gone upstairs or somewhere else, I believe I could have pulled her back to her room. So to play it safe both girls decide to retire at the same time.

As we're leaving I walk by HG as she's waiting at the elevator on my way to the bathroom and for good measure smack her on the ass. She shrieks and laughs. Perfect.

Lessons Learned:

1. As a wingman you do whatever it takes to help your wing move his interaction forward. If the girl is ugly, hot, ok, whatever, help him get to his desired goal and give the woman you're with your full attention.

2. Rapport is incredibly powerful during a conversation, when you master rapport you can have strangers tell you some of their most innermost thoughts and secrets. HG revealed to me that she loved to paint, and that none of her co-workers know that about her.

3. Identity is critical. I told her that I was a dating coach and my appearance and demeanor all played a part in her believing me. She asked me the age old question, "What do you do?" I responded, "Right now I've been working on..." Have answers ready that are thoughtful, emotional, and true to better respond to some of the more mundane "interview questions" people ask. You'll come across as a more fascinating and unique individual that women will want to talk to, see, and spend time with.

Day 2 - LR

2006-05-01T17:28:00.000-07:00

So last Friday I went out with one of my wings Steve to a house party in Berkeley thrown by some of the guys on the EBSS board. Thanks to Eric (sp), Mike, and the other guy with the MM hat for having me over. I spoke with HBBlondie on the phone earlier in the evening and asked her what her plans were. She told me she was probably going to hang out at a bar with a friend but she wanted to see me.

I told her I would call later in the evening and at about 11 PM I did. She was at a bar on Geary and would be there for the rest of the night. Awesome, I'll be there in less than an hour. I bid goodbye to Steve, his 4 foreign exchange student friends and head over to SF.

At this point I know she's attracted to me, I just need to make sure that I don't f*ck it up and screw up the evening's festivities. A couple of key things came to mind:

1. Befriend her friend(s) - It was imperative that I was the cool guy so that any type of kino escalation, kissing, etc. would be viewed as normal, and common. This meant talking about normal things, chilling out, and just being social and socially aware. A great skill to have at this point is understanding how to "vibe."

2. Logistics - Figure it out ahead of time, don't let her worry about it. If necessary let her know that I lived 35 minutes south of SF in Palo Alto so she wouldn't freak out about coming back to my place.

3. Act normal - Sounds harmless right? I've been in this situation before where I've literally "freaked out" a girl because I was anticipating sex later. You know what happened? Nothing. I lost the set. In this mindset I was already assuming the close, that we were going to have sex later in the evening at my place. It changes the whole dynamic of the evening and you can basically just tease, talk, and play until it was time to leave.

Now everyone's discussed how you need to isolate to a quiet place for a Day 2 to get to know a person but given this situation I didn't want to pull HBBlondie and her friend to another venue. I agree and when setting up a proper Day 2, you should always opt for the nice quiet venue to get to know the other person. Given that this wasn't the ideal scenario, I wanted to see if I could work the magic while in a bar with loud music.

I arrive at the bar, order my classic drink, Ketel One and cran and just chill. I open up a set just for the hell of it and in a matter of minutes, who should show up but HBBlondie. We chat, the vibe is a little weird but I don't think about it and we just talk. I kino lightly and she and I rejoin her friend, "M".

The two of us guys chill, talk about some random shit and then I start to kino HBBlondie, put my arm around her, and tease her just a little bit. She digs it, and she starts to reciprocate, grabbing my ass here and there, holding my hand every now and then and just acting like any woman when she's attracted to a guy.

Now there was a subtle mindshift at this point which I continued to reinforce and it was this, "I'm going to sleep with her later on so just relax and have a great time." I treated her like we've been going out for a long time, that I've already seen her naked and that tonight was just a night out on the town for the both of us.

I didn't run any attraction material except for push/pull in the physical sense. I would kiss her and then stop, push her away, pull her into me, hold her, and then stop. I repeated this process throughout the night always varying the amount of time I would kiss her for. Sometimes it was a simple kiss on the lips, sometimes it was a lingering wet kiss, sometimes it was my tongue down her throat. But everytime I controlled the duration and the type of kiss.

Interestingly enough, "M" and I got into a conversation about body language and after I told him that I could tell how well an interaction was going he seemed to listen more intently. We go outside to have a smoke and he asks me if I belong to "The Community" and if I posted on the SF Lair. I told him that I was an instructor for PU101 and that I posted on our local Yahoo! group under Marina Hunter.

I think a light bulb went off in his head because he looked at me kind of weird, smiling to himself with a subtle head nod as if saying, "Now I know why you've been able to attract my friend." Out of the blue he even complements me on my game. Thank you "M." I appreciate you noticing.

We eventually head back inside, we sit down, and I start talking to "M" about pickup, giving him more information and just chilling out. After about 10 minutes I grab HBBlondie and tell "M" that we're going to the dance floor. We grind, we kiss, we dance, and basically flirt with each other for the next couple of songs. Eventually we retreat to the bar and I continue to physically escalate the interaction. I pull her in between my legs, kiss her, push her away and taunt her.
She says to me at one point, "I can't take this anymore, you are soooo hot!"

I look her in the eye and ask her if her friend is going to be ok with her taking off with me. She replies, "He'll understand, in fact I'm going to talk to him right now." HBBlondie takes off for a couple of minutes and I can see her talking to "M" and I let them be. I rejoin them both after a couple of minutes and get introduced to a woman that "M" was talking to.

We head outside, I'm holding HBBlondie's hand and we're walking back to my car. We all get in, I drop off "M" at his apartment and I take HBBlondie home. Nothing fancy, no high-octane attraction material, just a real natural approach to getting to the foregone conclusion.

Lessons Learned:

1. Hold the frame that you're going to get to the desired outcome, your behavior reflects the mindset. When you know that you're going to get laid you don't worry and you can relax.

2. Logistics are important so figure them out ahead of time. If you're bringing her back to your place let her know that you're not an ax murderer and that you live (x) minutes away. Funny, on the car ride I was running a little bit of attraction and always kino escalating, kissing her when I could, teasing her, and keeping her buying temperature way up.

3. Drink lots of water, keep yourself hydrated and make sure your lips are never chapped.

4. Interesting comment that she made to me on the ride home, "Thank you for not checking out the other women tonight when we were hanging out. I know that there were attractive women here and I appreciate the fact that you were focused on me and didn't let your eyes wander." Good advice.

FR - Swanky SF Bar

2006-04-28T18:18:00.000-07:00

Last night Shanghai, one of my favorite wings accompanied me out on a night to "socialize." We haven't had a chance to wing together for a long time and so for "old times sake" we decided to stir things up. I've been feeling a little rusty in the night game department and it was time to put those PUA muscles to work.

We chose a non-descript bar in downtown SF, often frequented by tourists, and locals. Tonight was no exception. We hit the streeet in prime form, Shanghai looking resplendent in a dark suit and red shirt and tie, looking every bit the rock star that he is. Me, a little more low key in cool jeans (yes, jeans are always important ask all the other PUAs on the board), nice black shoes, a cool white long sleeve shirt and a midnight navy suit jacket. Decked in "uber-cool gear" we descend on downtown.

Its not long before Shanghai is recognized by another guy while walking down the street, for sake of continuity we'll call him "Bono." Bono joins us as we enter the bar and to our surprise, its still "calm." Shanghai hits up the bar, I hit the boys room and when I return I make a mental note to approach a seated 2-set.

The 2-set were these two women sitting alone with no one approaching, so I decided to open. Basic opener, "How long is the DJ playing for, is there a band tonight?" I tease them about not knowing and getting out much and the feisty Hispanic one begins to give me the "evil eye." No reaction. F*ck it, I plow through. I tease them about being from Boston and launch into a new story. The infamous, "My girlfriend has an accent...probably courtesy of Sean M." It bombs. Big time. They both look at me like, "Get the f*ck away from us..." I find it amusing, I tell them that I'm just being social, and depart.

Now Bono, watched all this go down had the nerve to make fun of me. Now, coming from any of my wings, cool, but coming from some chode/AFC guy that I just met 5 minutes ago. Not acceptable. I look him up and down, and realize, this guy has no game. None. So I do what any good PUA does in this situation, I open another set, in front of him and run it well. Granted, they were 2 regular girls, but bantering, talking, and socializing with them put me into a good head space. In fact, I was warming up quickly, unloading banter lines on Ms. Denver like they were going out of style. And Bono. Oh yeah, he just watched and stood there as I sat down and continued my conversation. Poor chode.

I ignore Bono for the rest of the night and after sufficiently "warming up" with our anchor set I decide to open left and right. I start to randomly talk to people and decide to go outside for a smoke. I bum a cigarette of one of the Denver chicks and head outside. Lo and behold, a vision of beauty is standing alone. Brunette, 5'10, thin, beautiful features, a definite HB8.5/9. She's stylishly dressed and puffing alone. I open.

Me: Don't you just hate being a social pariah?
HBBrunette: Yeah, totally.
Me: I mean, here we are in the cold smoking and people walk by and just give us this look...I know they're checking me out, but please...
HBB: (laughs)
Me: (banter) I insert a thread about vegans, SF, pot-smoking, and I have HBB laughing.

We continue to vibe and her two friends pop out of nowhere and join us. I engage the group and run default opener for the hell of it - jealous GF. LOL! I get all of their opinions and run the story, HBB laughs, the other two are space cadets and as soon as I finish the other two pull HBB inside. No worries. I'll re-engage later.

I come back inside and notice the set of the night 5 guys, and 4 incredibly hot/beautiful women. This is the "Set of the night" also known as "SOTN." The set of the night is the set that you see which no one dares approach, because the guys are too money, and the women too hot. I observe the group while chatting up one of Bono's friends making sure I watch the group dynamic. At this point one of our anchor girls pops up and engages the both of us and I notice the SOTN moving our way and planting itself directly behind me. One of the HB9s bumps into me several times and I finally turn around and engage.

Me: Excuse me, you've been bumping me.
HB9: (looks confused)
Me: If you wanted to meet me all you had to do was say "Hi." (Classic DYD)
HB9: (mouth drops)
Me: I mean, you don't need to get all physical.
HB9: (stunned)

I back turn and re-engage my group. I tell one of the anchor girls that I work in "Relationship Management" and this turns her on, she wants to be an instructor so I send her into a 3 set of AFCs. At this point I look to my left and catch HB9 looking at me. I feign a coy "OMG" its you look and point at her. She imitates me and walks towards me. I re-open.

Me: What did I tell you about following me around the bar?
HB9: (smiles) What happened to you last night, did you get any action?
Me: (I have no fricking clue about what she's talking about so I play along) Wouldn't you want to know? I don't kiss and tell. (kino)
HB9: (laughs)

Anchor girl comes back into set and tells me that the 3 guys are from London and they have no clue about how to meet women. I laugh and HB9 overhearing this says to me, "I'm from London" and walks over to them. You should have seen these 3 guys eyes pop out of their socket when this beautiful woman walked over to their group. Priceless.

She comes back into my set and re-engages.

Me: So you're from London, what brings you to SF?
HB9: We're all flight attendants for Virgin Atlantic...(ahhhh, I see. I'm a sucker for an accent)
Me: (banter) You'r trouble...you guys are bad...I shouldn't be talking to you...(kino)
HB9: (laughs)
Me: Have you ever seen that movie "Love Actually?"
HB9: Yes! I love that movie!
Me: Awesome! Hi five! There's this scene where the American girls ask the English guy to say common things....say "bottle," say "table."
HB9: Bottle, table...
Me: You are so cute! I'm going to make you my new girlfriend...
HB9: (laughs)

Shanghai comes into set and I introduce him, and HB9 brings in HBBlonde9 and we introduce each other, both of their names are "Becky." Great. I fluff for a second, the set stalls and I tell both Becky's that we'll be back.

Shanghai and I step outside and I tell him I want to pull these HBs back to their hotel. We walk down the street to catch our breath and figure out logistics. In order to pull the SOTN we're going to need to own the bar. Great, no problem.

We re-enter the bar and as I'm cruising to the men's room I spot both Becky's talking to a bunch of guys, no worries, they're not going anywhere. I'm walking by the bar and this cute blonde girl is in my way. I open.

Me: Hey, hey, do you know who I am? I need to get through here. C'mon...you better not be trying to solicit a toll from me.
HBBlondie: (smiling) What? I'm going through first.
Me: No you're not.

As I walk past her I reach for her hand, she grabs mine and I stand there for a second smiling at her. It's on! I tell her that I need to run to the restroom but I'll catch up to her in a minute, just save my space. She agrees and I leave.

I come back re-open the set, she introduces me to her friends and it's on. I'm flirting, smiling, kinoing her like crazy, she's grabbing my ass and I'm thinking to myself, how am I going to move this forward? I chat with her for a couple of minutes, and I find out she's a nurse visiting from St. Louis and in town for about a week. I smell SNP (same night pull) so if I play my cards right I should be able to go back to her hotel room.

Logistics, logistics, logistics.

I continue to run this set, I bounce, open a couple of other random sets and I'm now along with my wing Shanghai, the most socially proofed guy in the bar. At this point whenever I'm in set, HBs would literally walk by and brush their breasts against my shoulder. This happened at least 3 times with 3 different women. Then there's the numerous AIs (approach indicators) I was getting from other HBs. However, I was locked and loaded on my target and if I was to abandon her then the game would have to be reset.

No worries. I decide to work on rapport, building up comfort and trust. I lead her to the back room so I can have some quiet time with her. As we enter the back I see Bono, with the 2 girls from our original anchor set chilling out. I acknowledge the group and sit her down and run "The Cube."

Afterwards we makeout for a couple of minutes, and I start running push/pull tactics on her to get her buying temperature up. We're leaving the back room, and my original anchor set, Bono, and Bono's friend ask us if we want to take a hit off of a pipe. I'm cool but HBNurse wants to smoke. I tell her I'll be back because I need to debrief my wing.

I find Shanghai, explain to him what's going on and he points out that I shouldn't have left my target. Ahhhhh!!!! Great, she's going to be cold. I totally forgot. I re-engage my target but she's distant, but still kinoing me. I tell her that we should get out of here but she hesitates. Fuck! She tells me that she's here with her friends and they wouldn't appreciate it if she left with me...

I don't panic, rather I play it cool. I tell her that we should definitely hook up on Saturday or so and I can play tour guide in SF. Let me have your number. I get the number and tell her I'll call on Friday to figure something out.

We eject from the bar and call it night, however, this FR doesn't end here...

Day 2: Not my best work

2006-04-24T17:40:00.000-07:00

I was looking forward to last Saturday because it gave me the opportunity to finally meet up with the porcelain skinned beauty Tara, from my last day time pick up in the Marina. We had exchanged a number of emails, each one witty, funny, and certainly exciting. I knew I was in for a very different kind of Day 2, I just didn't know how different.

I met Tara at the Apple store in San Francisco, she was attending a free Mac class and was finishing up a session and thought it would be great if we could meet up there. She actually glided down the stairs looking resplendent in a beautiful shawl, black pants, and bad shoes. She stood about 5'10, her hair primped beautifully, her make up perfect, and her smile beaming as if she was getting ready for a photoshoot. I couldn't believe how attractive she was, and I knew my eyes weren't deceiving me the first time we met.

We chatted for a second and decided to head over towards Union Square and Maiden Lane for a refreshing dirnk. We sat at a table, chatted for close to an hour but for some reason I didn't feel like we were really connecting. I did banter with her, teased her, talked about my interests and did my f*cking best to get her to open up. I made her laugh, but somehow I didn't feel good about the interaction, perhaps I was nervous, haven't been on a Day 2 in about a couple of weeks. Hmmm...maybe I was rusty. There were some topics that piqued her interest and one of them was my role as a "coach." She was intrigued with my "side job" as a "coach." She thought it would be cool to watch some of the guys I hung out with interact with women in Union Square. I walked her back to the Apple store and agreed to meet up with her in an hour.

I met up with the other PUAs for a quick bite at Blondie's pizza and then jetted back to the Apple store. Now, this is where I f*cked up. I shouldn't have agreed on the meet up again IMHO. I should have told her I had plans and made another date for the future. This would have signaled a lot of different things to her:

1. I'm a busy guy with plans, can't break them for you.
2. I'm willing to change plans and supplicate by agreeing to meet her on her terms not mine.

I wasn't prepared to continue the Day 2, I was planning to meet someone else and as a result flaked. Not good. For all of you reading this, plan your Day 2s carefully, and make sure you stick to the game plan. I got carried away, because this is probably one of the hottest women I've ever picked up. Yes, she's beautiful and glows. But that's not the only reason I wanted to meet her again. I knew from the initial interaction that she was incredibly intelligent and she verified it to me later on. She's a professor who teaches, yeah, communication and public speaking, who quit her last job to find a new career path.

So we end up walking back to Union Square, I see a bunch of guys that I know and we sit down to just talk. We vibed on a number of topics, and I even run the cube on her. I teased her here and there and even called her a "brat" and "dork" every now and then. Now, this is weird, and at first I thought it was coincidence, who knows, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. About an hour and half into the second meeting, a guy/fellow teacher that Tara worked with is walking by. She calls out to him and he sits and joins us. He never leaves and at this point I start to lose it a little and fidget. So I get up and tell her I need to go. At this point, the Day 2 was nearing the 3 hour mark, a long time in my book.

I tell her I have plans and she gets up, we hug and I tell her we'll talk soon. End of Day 2.

Lessons Learned:

1. Stick to the game plan for your Day 2, if you're only meeting for an hour, then meet for an hour.

2. Move around, don't sit still for a long time, and keep the energy moving.

3. If you're supposed to go shopping then go shopping, I blew off finding my nephew and brother in law birthday presents to hang out with her. This sent the message, she was more important than my family. A big no-no in the PUA Handbook.

4. If you have plans with another HB, don't break them to be with the other one from earlier, even if she was hotter.

Day 4 - LR

2006-04-16T17:41:00.000-07:00

I'm going to post an LR because of all the lessons you can take away from it.

I've been talking on and off with an HB, and not having much luck in getting together with her because of our schedules. You can blame my schedule at work, instructing, training for triathlon season, "socializing", dating, and a whole slew of other activities.

This past week I emailed HBBrunette (not a blonde, please forgive me) and we ended up sending each other flirtatious, and sexual emails, each one more provocative than the last. I ended up emailing her to tell her that she couldn't handle me, and to "put up or shut up." Well, she decided to put up and we agreed on a time and place for a Saturday meet.

After running day game/instructing and being on my feet for 9 hours, I was pretty tired but determined to make it a great night.

I met up with HBB at a bar/lounge and found her sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. I joined her and we instantly got into a conversation about alpha male behavior. We transitioned to a more comfortable sofa/seating area where she began to "shit test" me in earnest.

All of her questions revolved around women, me, and "games."

For instance:

"Everything is a game to you, aren't you ever straight forward?"

My response: Whoa, slow down, you know exactly what I do on the side, I teach men how to "socialize." You can't say I'm not upfront and honest, c'mon, how straight forward is that. The only thing that I ask is that you not judge me for what I choose to do. I've been nothing but clear about my busy socializing/dating life.

Shit test #1 passed.

"So what do you do with all these women?"

My response: You make it sound like I'm some sort of misogynist. I want you to realize that at one point in my life, not too long ago I was incredibly shy, introverted and even afraid to look people in the eye. I've made a commitment to be more outgoing, social, and friendly. Is that wrong? How many men have you met that just don't get it? Plenty. Can you blame me for trying to improve this part of my life? I meet women, we talk, sometimes we even go out, but I'm not in it to just get laid, I've told you in the past, and I'll tell you again, I want to settle down, get married, and have kids.

Shit test #2 passed.

I proceed to run the cube on her, I even ask her if we did this before, (I couldn't remember) and she said no. She gives me her answers and then accuses me of using it on other women to "mess with their heads." I calmly explain that it's a Middle Eastern game that some friends taught me that help people understand each other on a deeper level.

Shit test #3 passed.

At one point during my analysis, I just stopped and told her that I'm not doing it anymore. Damn, she was giving me so much resistance, trying to call me on everything that I did that I was ready to call it a night. After a little cajoling on her end I finished the analysis. What surprised me the most was how calm she was when she told me that almost all of the analysis was dead on.

We became quiet for just a minute. I start running an attraction hand test, it moves to hand holding, and sensual finger play.

I move in closer and she puts her arm around me, playing with my hair and pressing her body into mine. I look into her eyes and, tell her to "come here." She leans in and starts kissing me. For the next couple of seconds we're in full makeout mode on the couch surrounded by at least 1/2 dozen men and women. At one point, I look and se an HB8 about 10 feet away with two guys just staring at me. I smile at her and she turnes away. I turn my attention back to my date and then turn my head to catch the HB8 turning away again. I must have caught her staring at least 5-6 times. At one point I wanted to stand up and just approach her but my common sense, (damn you common sense) didn't allow me to follow through.

I run another analysis game (courtesy of Steve H.) about relationships, she loves it and then begins to get extremely sexual; kissing my neck, playing with my hair, caressing my leg.

As she's running her hand up and down my leg I whisper into her ear, "Let's get out of here." She agrees. We gather our jackets and walk outside.

Once outside I take her hand and lead her down the street. We come up to a little alley and I pull her in, throw her against the wall and begin to make out with her, running my hands over her body, up her legs, on her ass and then I stop. Cold. I pull her back towards the street and act normal, as if nothing ever happened. She's breathing heavily, her face is flushed, and she has the silliest grin on her face. She asks me where we're going and I just respond, "For a walk to get some fresh air."

I come up to a little cubby hole/doorway in the side of a building and pull her into it. I pin her into a corner and begin to make out with her, again. This time I pull up her skirt and start to caress her tight ass cheeks (I love runners) and wrap one of her legs around me. She's starting to moan as I kiss her neck. I run my hands under her shirt and around her pubic area. And then as quickly as I start I stop. Cold. I pull her skirt down and tease her about pulling me into a doorway to take advantage of me. She giggles, and has this sort of glazed look in her eyes. I can see that I'm having quite the affect on her. We cross the street and find a park bench where we can sit down. Before I can say a word she stradles me, pulling up her skirt, and making out with me like a bitch in heat.

I stop her. At this point I know her buying temperature is through the roof and ask her where she parked her car. She says it's a couple of blocks away, so we begin to walk. We arrive at her car and I tell her that my car is at 5th and Mission St. She puts her keys in the ignition and before she can start her car I begin kissing her again. This time I pull her skirt up, and insert one finger inside and lo and behold, she's dripping wet. We make out for a couple of more seconds and I push her away. She looks at me and climbs over to the passenger side and straddles me. LOL! I push her off and tell her to focus. She's sitting in the drivers seat, trying to compose herself, but she's clearly disoriented and doesn't know which way is up, so I do what any good PUA would do, I confuse her some more. She starts the car and I begin making out with her, pulling her panties to one side and begin to "click the mouse." She's moaning, the car engine is running, people are walking by and I could care less. I push her away one last time and tease her about attacking me. We pull out and almost get hit by another car, yeah, she's pretty messed up, not all there. Her hair is a little disheveled, she's breathing hard, and to top it off I'm the complete opposite, as cool as can be, just chilling in the passenger seat.

I can be a real tease, so as she's driving I begin to run my hand up and down her leg. (I don't recommend doing this) She can't even drive in a straight line, let alone signal. It was funny, she was irritated, and turned on by me at the same time. We arrive at my car, I look her dead in the eye and tell her that I live 35 minutes away, how far away is she from here. She blurts out, "I'm close by." Cool. "I'll follow you."

Day Game - The Marina

2006-04-11T13:10:00.000-07:00

I've never day gamed in the Marina before so Saturday and Sunday was going to be fun. While I had to instruct students, provide them with feedback and watch them in set, I was also able to socialize with the women. And my God there were a lot of them.

A couple of notable sets from the weekend:

Set #1
I'm outside of a small market, talking to a woman about her cool SF Giants Irish hat when an incredible red-head with porcelain skin walks by giving me the eye, a definite HB9. I'm in set so I make a mental note that she enters a store a few doors down. I eject from set, and then notice the HB9 walking my way. I open.

Me: Excuse me, I noticed you earlier when you walked by and just had to say...that...you are...incredibly cute.
HB9: (Christmas tree effect - big smile) Thank you! I mean, I'm in my sweats and tank top, blah, blah, blah.
Me: I'm ...
HB9: I'm Tara.
Me: (I'm looking at her and notice she is flawless. Perfect skin, perfect teeth, blue eyes, beautiful lips, great hair, 5'8 ish, a keeper) What brings you out today?
HB9: I was having a bad day so I decided to buy a cookie to cheer myself up.
Me: Banter, banter, banter... you're a bad girl, having a bad day...banter, banter, banter.
Me: (transition to rapport) You know what I love about the Marina...there are so many amazing little stores that...(more fluff talk)
HB9: Yeah! So what do you do?
Me: blah, blah, blah, rapport stuff.

At this point one of the students I'm working with comes into set. He starts running attraction material and tries to AMOG me, I'm going to say inadvertantly. But he has too much experience and I believe he was trying to steal my set. I regain control of the set and subtley turn my back to him so Tara and I are at a 90 degree angle. I know this is harsh but I'm in set, he should have known better.

I continue to fluff, and then tell her I need to get going. I ask her for her number and she looks at me kind of weird, and then looks at the student, who is still standing there.

Note to newbies: If you see your wing or even an instructor in set, do not, and I repeat, do not stand there looking like you've never seen a beautiful woman.

Yes, Tara was f**king gorgeous, even without makeup but she probably didn't appreciate the creepy stare she was getting from my student.

She stalls, and I knew my student creeped her out. So she offers me her email. F*CK!!!! I had this set locked and loaded. I gracefully accept it and wish her a great day.

Set #2
We're walking on Union Street and decide to pop into Sephora. Everytime I pop into Sephora something good happens, and today is no exception. I spot the greeter, she opens me, I banter, my students come into set and take it over and I eject.

I notice a 4 set of HBs, 2 blondes, but one of them is striking, yeah I know, another blonde. She looks to be Scandinavian. I wander over to their section which so happens to be men's cologne. Perfect. I spray Armani Black Code on one wrist, and Bvlgari on the other. I wait for them to finish speaking with the sales clerk and I open.

Me: Hey guys, I need a female opinion on something, which one of these colognes smells better on me?
HB1: The one on your right wrist.
HB2: The one on your left.
HBBlonde: The one on your right.
HB3: The one on your right.
Me: Cool, thanks. Now which one of these would I wear during the day time?
HB1: Men shouldn't wear cologne during the day.
HB2: I agree.
HB3: It doesn't matter.
HBBlonde: I wear perfume during the day, so its cool. (Hmmm...AI? Perhaps)

Me: Banter, banter, banter...(HBs laugh)

Now this is something new that I tried on the spot. I turn towards the blonde who is on my left. I'm looking directly at her, she's about 5'9 and has the most beautiful grey eyes that I've ever seen, I'm lost for just a second.

Me: You know what, I just want to tell you...that...you are incredibly cute!
HBBlonde: (Christmas lights -big smile) Thank you!
Me: I'm ...
HBBlonde: I'm Courtney.

The coolest thing happened before my eyes. All 3 of her friends disappeared and allowed me to isolate. I didn't have to move her, or back turn, the women just vanished. I've never had that happen before and it was amazing to watch it unfold. The women knew, their friend was getting hit on, and that was their cue to disappear. Perfect, I couldn't have scripted it better.

We fluff talk about the Marina, Marina girls, cougars, etc. and then I decide to run the cube.

Me: You're a creative person right?
HBBlonde: Yes.
Me: You have a good imagination right?
HBBlonde: Yes.
Me: Cool. Have you ever heard of the cube?
HBBlonde: No.
Me: Blah, blah, blah, 5 questions, learn more about you...look at the wall over there...now imagine...

I'm running the cube and in the middle one of her friends yells out for her. Courtney responds, "Hold on!" and turrs her attention back to me. A couple of minutes later another friend calls out, and Courtney yells out, "Just a minute!" and turns back to me. Cool.

I finish up the cube, tell her it was a pleasure meeting her, try to set up a Day 2 but she's out of town, so I get the digits and suggest next week. Cool. She runs out after her friends who left the store and I call her phone right then and there and tell her it was great meeting her in Sephora and that I'll call next week.

Overall, a fun weekend with the crew. I love day game.

Saturday Night - One Difficult Set

2006-04-09T21:50:00.000-07:00

I decided that after the Art of Rapport workshop was over that I would treat myself to a relaxing night in my favorite neighborhood, the Marina district of San Francisco. My wing Positive and I agreed to meet some of the students from the workshop at the Matrix on Fillmore. I arrive, spot one of the students and promptly open up a set to "warm-up." After a couple of minutes and a blown opportunity on a 2-set of HB8.5s, blondes, no less, I decide to do some street game to warm up.

We head out over to Bar None, walking the familiar path, opening sets. I was in my head, Positive noticed and like a good wing did his best to help me out. We stop at U-Bar which is located directly over Bar None, and enter. Our student, "B" goes into set, I wing, and he waves me off. A little weird since he was in a 2-set and I figured he needed help isolating. No worries. I head back outside and Positive's in set, I enter, engage the obstacle, and he isolates a cute Hispanic girl. I'm occupying 2 obstacles and things are moving slowly. A guy enters and I quickly disarm and introduce myself.

I suck him into my reality and things are moving along well. I notice out of the corner of my eye, 3 wolves hovering near Positive. I had a feeling they were going to enter, and try to steal the set. I wasn't sure if he saw them, so before they can do anything, I intercept, and block them off. Yeah, I'm a good wing, and a good wing is always aware of his surroundings, especially when you sense others eyeing the prize. It's cool and they slink away.

We eventually eject and head back to the Matrix. Once there, another student, "S" mentions to me that a blonde, HB9, with gigantic breasts is in the corner, surrounded by a bunch of guys. Perfect, a difficult set with a hot blonde, how can I resist.

He asks me, "Hey, how are you going to open the set?" I shrug my shoulders, walk over to the back and scope out the set. I notice about a 1/2 dozen guys or so in the vicinity, but no one is approaching the HB9. She's surrounded by a number of people but that doesn't matter.

The only thing running through my mind is, "How the hell am I going to sit down?" I spot a seat square directly in front of her and work out the logistics. I notice another guy gaming an Asian girl and realize after opening the set that it was Mark, a newbie from our local seduction board. He's running game but making some critical mistakes.

#1. He's allowing his wing to literally climb over his back to talk to the blonde. A bad move. Always address the obstacles/targets from the front side, or over your shoulder.

#2. He was leaning in, and forward, trying to engage the Asian girl who was turning away from him. He should have noticed that and picked up on it instantly. Calibration.

The great thing about this set was that I didn't care about the outcome. Mind you, she was blonde, cute and her breasts were unreal, popping out of a tank top that showed them in all their glory, but so what.

I focus in on the 6-set. I approach. I make a critical mistake, I crouch, lean in just a little bit and open.

Me: Hey guys, would you ever cock block a friend who was trying to hook up with a guy?
Obstacle1: No
Blonde: No
AsianGirl: Yes!

As she responds she throws her arms around the blonde as if to protect her from me.

AsianGirl: We're lesbians, we don't like boys!
Me: No luck with the men, eh? You must be a real pain in the ass!

Her jaw drops. The blondes mouth drops. I can see it all over their face, they both are thinking, "Oh my god! He just didn't say that!" Yes, I did.

I continue to banter with them, and try to win them over. I'm not doing a great job, in fact, I'm doing so-so. It's loud, and I soon feel a presence over my shoulder and notice a number of newbies crowding around me to listen in on the set. Great, I have an audience. And I'm losing traction with the set. At some point I knew, I was not going to win this one, but the practice was so worth it. It's been a very long time since I had to fight a set, but screw it. If I was going down, I was going down blazing.

The blonde girl makes a comment to me and I start firing back.

Me: Oh my god! You're trying to blow me out, that is so cool! You're pretty good at it, in fact, it might be an Emmy award winning performance, but before you go on, let me call my friends so I can have them watch.

Her mouth drops again and she's stunned. Yeah, I seem to have that effect on them when I come back pretty hard.

Me: I mean, you got most of it down, the look, the attitude. So here it is, I'm going to re-approach, and you can blow me out. This time, with real gusto.

She mumbles something under her breath. I see my opening.

Me: You know what, you're not really mean, I'm sure you're just acting this way because of the night you've been having. It's ok, I understand. I mean, I know how frustrating it can be when you have people talking to you all night. I just had to fight off 3 women earlier in the evening. I really feel for you.

She responds and her tone has changed.

Blonde: What are you supposed to do when 800 guys approach you? How are you supposed to act?
Me: You act cool, because inside you 're not a bitch.

At this point, the feisty Asian who is a f**king bitch in my book, interrupts.

Asian: Go away! We don't want to talk to you!
Me: OMG! You're so cute! Putting you're hand up in my face like a little girl! Your bitch shield was at a +5, and now it's at +10.
Asian: Are you calling me a bitch?
Me: No...(I explain what a bitch shield is to them)

Me: You know, what, I thought you guys would be cool to talk to, I was just being social. I'm taking off, have a good night.

I get up, walk away, and meet up with my wings. For some reason I wasn't disappointed, in fact, I was in a great mood because I dealt with a difficult set and survived, making sure those women knew that I wasn't intimidated with their attitudes. I was pumped and felt that if I ever encountered a tough set like this one, that I would emerge unscathed. In the past I would have been demoralized, hung my head in shame, but not anymore. I've learned to disarm bitch shields, attitudes and just roll with it. As my friend Sean M. says, "Everything she does is cute."

I rejoin my wings, and call it a night.

Lessons Learned:

#1. Always open the difficult sets, you learn, you grow, and most of all, your social value goes throught the roof within the group.

#2. Never crouch or lean in, I made this critical mistake, and for some reason got sloppy. You could attribute it to an 11 hour workshop day, fatigue, whatever, it happened and I wasn't happy with myself. You learn, and move on.

#3. Sit down immediately after opening. I made sure I did this after opening and was in after about 15-20 seconds.

#4. Learn to diffuse attitudes, call it out. We have a saying, "Call out the elephant in the room." If they're trying to blow you out, good, say it out loud. Let them know you're on to their game and you'll gain their respect because you're socially aware.

#5. Never be intimidated by the HBs with the big breasts. Easy to say. One thing I did while in set was I never looked down. Yeah, I looked into blondie's eyes the whole time.

All in all a fun experience, I really don't mind difficult sets, especially with women who think they're god's gift to mankind. They're human, not some priceless art that needs to be put on a pedestal. Open them like everyone else and over time, it becomes easier.

Hotel Bar Game - Pivot Party

2006-04-03T18:58:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday I organized a new game for myself and the PUAs I hang out with in San Francisco, aptly named, "Hotel Bar Game." The purpose of this game was to practice a couple of tactics:

1. Venue changing targets: I've been in situations where I wanted to move my target or a group of HBs to another venue. To do this, you must control the set generating enough attraction with the alpha male/female of the group so that a venue change is an after thought. During the venue change itself, continue to run high energy attraction, keeping things fun and light.

2. Controlling the set: When you're rolling with 10+ people it's hard to get everyone together, to move at the same time, etc.

Some highlights:

1. Pulling a 2 set to the next venue.
2. Attracting a blonde so much that she couldn't keep her hands off of me.
3. Getting the same blonde to expose her breasts for some pictures on the cab ride over.
4. Number closing a cute brunette in less than 5 minutes
5. Make out with pivot who watched me run game the whole night.
6. Hanging out with Jlaix aka Jeffy of Real Social Dynamics
7. Watching my wings enjoy themselves.
8. Running into a lingerie model I #closed and made out with in front of a bar 4 months ago.

Some lowpoints:

1. Too many PUAs
2. Not enough targets
3. Moving around too much from venue to venue
4. Not enough targets

I'm teaching the "Art of Rapport" workshop this weekend and I'm looking forward to it. I love day game.

Day Game - Going Direct

2006-03-27T00:07:00.000-08:00

I haven't had a weekend off in such a long time that I forgot what it was like to go out and meet women. Sure I've gone out with students and demonstrated specific techniques but it's not the same. Last night I went out in the field with the Art of Attraction workshop but this time, no daytime lecture or exercises, just field work. A welcome change considering the amount of time I've put in since the end of January. I was afraid I would burn out. Alas, Daniel one of the other Senior Instructors gave me a reprieve and said, "Take the weekend off, just come out and help with the field work." My response, "Thank you."

After last night's field work with a student I was pumped. On the ride home last night, my wing and fellow instructor Positive suggested day game at Stanford Shopping Center, I agreed. Today, I received a phone call from another wing LadiesMan who just so happened to be in San Francisco at Union Square, the mecca for shopping in downtown SF. His words, "There are so many sets here, the weather is beautiful, come up to the city." Without any hesitation I called Positive and suggested the venue change, it was on.

I didn't plan on meeting the other instructors up in SF but as we were walking to Union Square I got a call from Alchemist. "There are a lot of blondes up here, and I'm with Sameer, Paradiso, and Kharma, where are you?" I replied, "I'll be there in 10 minutes." He laughed when I told him I was walking his way. Cool. Day game with some of the best in the SF community, now this would be a fun afternoon.

We meet up, we chat, we talk, and we go into PUA mode, scanning for sets but at the same time enjoying each other's company. We decide to split up and Positive and I head into Sephora, the beauty store. I scan the aisles for my favorite cologne, Armani Black Code, spray it on and take a seat on one of the "beauty stations." An HB7.5, tall brunette, with a ponytail is in my proximity, I open,

Me: Why the serious face? You're shopping for cosmetics, you should be smiling.
HB7.5: (big smile, and giggles) Oh, I'm just really focused on what I'm looking for.
Me: What are you shopping for?
HB7.5 (walks closer to where I'm seated) I don't know, there's so much here that I'm overwhelmed.
Me: Lipliner, blush, lip gloss, mascara..what are you looking for?
HB7.5: I'm not sure, I just popped in on my way home before I jump on the Muni (bus).
Me: Tell you what, I'll be your beauty consultant and help you out. I only charge $175/hr, and after that, you could buy me dinner and a drink.
HB7.5 (laughs) That's it?
Me: I'm cheap. But I'm not easy.
HB7.5: (laughs)
Me: I like the lip gloss you have on.
HB7.5: (smiles) I just put it on.
Me: Good for day and evening. What is your name?
HB7.5: I'm Denise.
Me: I'm M....Nice to meet you.

I look up and notice I have an audience, Positive, and a male sales clerk are watching me. The HB is so cute, she's smiling while I chat her up. Mind you, I'm sitting down in a chair and it looks like she's gaming/hitting on me. Perfect logistics.

HB7.5: I don't normally wear make up.
Me: Really, come closer, let me look.
HB7.5: I only have the lip gloss.
Me: So you're naturally cute?
HB7.5: (big smile and laughter) Thank you. (she blushes)
Me: You're welcome.
HB7.5: I'm going to go back and look for some more things.
Me: Sure, have fun.

At this point I decided to lay off the rapport portion, and just chill out. I generated plenty of attraction, however I didn't kino, except for the handshake. Positive comes in, and tells me that he was watching with 2 sales clerks giving play by play, confirming the fact that I was flirting and the woman was flirting back. I look up, decide to pursue but she's left the store. Oh well. No worries. I haven't done day game in probably a month or so and I feel rusty.

We decide to head into the San Francisco Center, a big shopping mall with Nordstroms and a number of other smaller retail chain stores like A&F, J. Crew, Guess, etc. Plenty of sets. Nothing really popping off after a couple of hours so we decide to head towards Border's next to Union Square, on the way over we stop in H&M, meet up with the other wings, and then bounce into the St. Francis Hotel lobby. We walk in, pass some seating for the lounge and then I spot her. Tall, blonde, dressed to kill, standing alone, waiting. Shit. My set. I open.

Me: Hi.
HB8: Hi.
Me: You're all dressed up with no where to go. Where are you headed?
HB8: The symphony.
Me: Where's your date?
HB8: I don't know, he should be here soon, I've been waiting for him.
Me: Tell you what, if he doesn't show up in 5 minutes I'll take you out. (smile)
HB8: (smiles) Ok.
Me: (I offer my pinky and we engage in a "pinky swear" - how cute)
Me: I would never let a beautiful woman wait. (I thought about that phrase for a second when I said that but screw it, she had on a black silk dress, up to the knees, a black shawl, great shoes, and her hair was perfect, curly at the ends, and her blue eyes dazzled.)
Me: I remember when I first heard classical music, I was in the 3rd grade... (I launch into a rapport story)

Me: BTW, I'm M....
HB8: I'm Klaudia, with a K.
Me: Cute name, did you ever watch the show, "Party of Five?" Blah, blah, blah.

I notice my wings walk by on their way out. They position themselves outside of the revolving door and wait patiently. I fluff talk for a little more and then ask her for her number.

Me: May I call you?
HB8: I don't have a business card.
Me: That's ok, you have a cell phone, what's the number?
HB8: blah, blah, blah.
Me: Cool. (I dial the phone)
HB8: (She looks at the phone)
Me: Answer it.
HB8: Hello?

I start to walk away from her and then turn around so I'm about 5-8 feet in front of her.

Me: Hi! I met this incredibly cute woman tonight. She's headed to the symphony, she has incredible style, is cultured, and has the most amazing smile...
HB8: (big shit eating smile as she listens to me)
Me: I'm thinking I should call her this week. What do you think?
HB8: I think you should call her.
Me: Ok, I will, have a good night.

I close my phone and smile, she waves goodbye, smiles and we part ways. Wow! I walk outside and I'm on a cloud. Hot blonde, beautiful smile, blue eyes, appreciates classical music, what more could I ask for. Thank you God!

We pop into Border's nothing happening and decide to head to North Beach to grab some dinner. It's Positive, myself, Alchemist, and Kharma. We grab a table at The Steps of Rome on Columbus avenue, a popular restaurant in the heart of North Beach. We're plowing into our dinner when I notice Alchemist turn to look towards the window. I turn my head, two blondes walk by. They look inside. Alchemist says, "AI." I look at him, and I'm off.

I walk quickly out of the restaurant and feel all eyes on me. I exit the door, and I run up the street. I approach the set from behind and gently touch them both on their shoulders, they turn.

The shorter of the two blondes has the most brilliant blue eyes. I like. I address the shorter of the two.

Me: I was eating dinner with some friends...(pause) and I noticed you walk by and I just had to meet you.
HBShort: (big smile)
Me: I just wanted to say...(long pause, I look deep into her eyes and I start to smile) you...are...unbelievably cute.
HBShort: (she brings her hands up to her face to cover her mouth) OMG! (her eyes light up - she has the biggest smile)

I think to myself, "YES!" I love the power of direct game.

Me: I'm M....
HBShort: I'm Margo. (we shake hands)
Me: (I turn to the taller of the two) I'm M....
HBTall: I'm Kourtney (we shake hands).
Me: Where are you headed?
HBShort: We're going to blah, blah, blah...
Me: I can't believe I just ran out of a restaurant...blah, blah, blah...

Just then Alchemist comes up to check on me and mentions, "Dinner is ready..." Cool.

Me: I'm going to head back inside, but I want to text you later. What is your number?
HBShort: My phone just broke, I dropped it, the screen is busted. (She shows me her messed up phone) You should get Kourtney's number.
Me: Cool. I want yours though, I'll get Kourtney's as well.
HBShort: Blah, blah, blah.
Me: Where are you from?
HBShort: Orange County...
Me: (I start to tease her about being from the O.C. and Margo laughs)
HBShort: Blah, blah, blah....
Me: What's your number Kourtney?
HBTall: Blah, blah, blah...
Me: Where are you from?
HBTall: Washington
Me: What brought you to SF?
HBShort: We go to school at USF...blah, blah, blah...

We fluff talk for a minute or two and I decide to eject.

Me:It was great meeting you both, I need to get back to dinner.

Funny note: As I was walking back to the restaurant, one of the waiters was waiting outside watching me. He asks me if I got their number. I replied, "Yeah, both of theirs" and just smiled.

Interesting observation: After dinner I text messaged Kourtney, inviting her and Margo to meet myself, Positive and Alchemist for a drink, they were at a strip club in North Beach. Weird. I texted them to meet us outside and after a couple of minutes they appeared. I called out their names and re-opened. In my opinion I miscalibrated the set because I normally do not go for the "insta-date" after direct. I would normally set up a Day 2, allowing the lingering effects of the direct opener to settle in and do its job. HBShort and HBTall were acting a little weird, possibly because they just came out of a strip joint, maybe got approached by some men inside, who knows. After a couple of minutes of conversation, I ejected from the set.

I'll follow up with standard procedure for setting up a Day 2 with an HB, but I'm not feeling as confident about meeting up with her after our last interaction.

Lessons learned:

1. Day game is just like night game, but you need to get out in the field and practice. It's been weeks since I last ventured out during the day time to socialize.

2. Direct game is incredibly powerful, when you utilize it correctly, the effect is like dropping a bomb on a woman. She can't help but light up like a Christmas tree. If I could take a picture of what her face looked like when I told her she was "incredibly cute" it would be priceless. I love the look they give you. I know I just made her day.

3. If you aren't congruent with setting up an "insta-date" after a direct approach, then don't do it. Stick to your game plan, you may end up ruining your chances for a Day 2.

4. Shift into rapport, and set up a Day 2 if possible. In both scenarios I didn't set up a solid Day 2 and so I run the risk of losing them both.

All in all, a fun, and enjoyable day/evening. I can't explain the rush you get from going direct but its akin to getting zapped with a shock of electricity. I love direct game.

Logistics - Same Night Pull

2006-03-21T15:56:00.000-08:00

It’s Saturday evening and we’re in my favorite hunting grounds, the Marina. I’m working with 2 students, “L.A., and St. Louis” and it’s been a long night. I’m sitting down on the sofa, exhausted, with a cough, and a sore throat from a lot of talking, lack of sleep, and the previous night’s outing in North Beach for St. Patty’s day.

My students are doing well, both are isolated with their targets. Cool. I monitor them and notice one of them leaving the set. I intercept L.A. and ask him why he’s ejecting. He says that he’s going to try and #close the 2 hot Asian girls in the women’s restroom. I let him know that he has the opportunity for a same night pull (SNP) or one-night stand (ONS).

Something clicks inside of his brain and he realizes, oh yeah, “I have been gaming this girl for a while, maybe I have an opportunity…” Yes, my young Jedi Knight, you do.

I tell L.A. to invite his target back to the mansion for an after-party. He re-opens his target and the AFC she was talking to is blown out. I see St. Louis and tell him the same thing, he mentions it to his target and she’s down. They both head outside and just my luck, the beautiful blonde whom I spotted earlier who was surrounded by two dudes the whole time is outside. And guess what, this time she’s surrounded by 3 AFCs. Boy, I love those guys.

HBRed introduces me to the smoking hot blonde, an 8.5, she’s 5’9 or so and looks like Mena Suvari, yeah, pretty fucking amazing. HBRed calls her the, “Entertainment director,” nice. I chat her up, and tell her we’re going to the mansion. She’s game, smiling, and incredibly sexy.
I look over at the 3 AFC guys she was just with, and they realize that they’ve got no game. They’re standing around looking just a little stunned. Yep, I know the feeling. Sign up for the workshop and I’ll help you bring ‘em home. Thanks for talking to her all night, she’s all warmed up.

Shanghai, HBRed, L.A., and HBBrunette, jump into a cab. HBBlondie tells them she’ll wait with me. Yes.

I have St. Louis, and an intern with me, so I do what any good PUA does, I show them how to ensure that an extraction/venue change at the end of the night moves along smoothly.
I run high-octane attraction game on the ride back to the mansion. I’m teasing her, bantering, and making her laugh. I run an attraction hand test, and it sticks.

She’s got a mouth on her, feisty, a little conceited, and definitely HSE or high self esteem.

We exit out of the cab.

HBBlonde: Where are my friends?
Me: They’ll be here.
HBBlonde: You didn’t sell them into slavery now did you?
Me: Sure did, we even branded them.
HBBlonde: Where?
Me: Right here. (I smack her right on the butt)
HBBlonde: (shrieks and smiles)
HBBlonde: You wouldn’t put it on her lower back?
Me: Naw, that’s not a brand, that’s now a target.

St. Louis and the intern give me the funniest look, sort of shock, and amazement. I know, I’m really cocky, and playful right now and my confidence is pretty fucking high. I feel that I could get away with anything.

I think to myself as we’re waiting outside of the PU101 house, if I lived in San Francisco, this would happen almost every time I went out with my wings. Hook, bait, catch, extract, and then release.

The rest of the crew arrives, HBRed, HBBrunette, Shanghai, and Fred. One of the other PU101 instructors opens the door and lets us in.

We make drinks, we talk, one of the students L.A. comes into the kitchen and asks me what to do next. I tell him, you opened the set, you choose your target. However, since you’ve been gaming HBBrunette, stick with her.

L.A. runs game, moves into rapport and is situated nicely with his target. St. Louis and HBRed aren’t doing so well. He loses the set and she’s sitting alone. My wing and good friend Shanghai steps up and begins running game.

I’ve been talking to HBBlonde and doing fairly well. I sit down with her, we’re in mini-isolation on stools facing one another at the bar. I’m sitting really comfortably, with my legs wide open, kind of slouching, taking up space. I catch her staring at my crotch at least 3 times. LOL! Too funny!

I’m a little nervous, she’s throwing a lot of shit tests at me, bragging, acting conceited, very high maintenance. I’m wondering if it’s a combination of nerves, excitement or if its because she’s normally this way. Who knows? I can only calibrate to the situation.

Out of the blue she says, “I have a boyfriend that I’m in love with.”

I respond back without flinching, “I have 3 girlfriends, a Monday, Wednesday, and a Friday.”
She looks a little taken aback. That’s right baby, if it’s a shit test, then I just passed. She starts questioning me and I rebuff her questions. I’m not falling for anything tonight. I’m going to plow through. I run another attraction test, it's still there. I knew it.

As I sit there listening to her talk about moral development, blah, blah, blah, I realize that I’m not going to be able to f-close her because of logistics. What to do? The best case scenario is to set up a Day 2, or #close her to hang out.

I’m in rapport with her at the bar and she starts talking shit about something I said. I look at her as if I’m saying, “You have no respect for anyone.”

I ignore it and tell her I’m going outside to smoke a cigarette, come join me. She follows, like a good girl.

We chat some more, I run more attraction material, shift into rapport, and just chill. I’m joined by HBBrunette, and then by L.A.
We head back inside, I sit down next to HBBlonde and do a cold read on her.

Me: You’ve got this total party girl attitude and persona that you project, but deep down inside you just want a man that can take control. You want a man that will put you in your place and not take your shit.

She just looks at me a little surprised and in a weak voice says, “I just want a guy that I can banter with.”

I get up and leave her.

The night is winding down, Shanghai has kissed closed HBRed but is now getting resistance from her. The rest of the guys are tired, no-one will close tonight. I talk to HBBlonde just a little more.

Me: I really enjoyed talking to you. What’s your number, let’s hang out.
HBBlonde: Why?
Me: We can hang out at the Matrix and have a drink.
HBBlonde: Why?
Me: Don’t be difficult, just give it to me. 415…
HBBlonde: You know I have a boyfriend, and that I love him. We can only go shopping.
Me: 415….
HBBlonde: 650….
Me: Give me a hug. (she gives me a hug)

We all say our goodbyes, I’m contemplating giving the three women a ride home but my car probably wouldn’t fit them all. We say one last goodbye as we walk with them to find a cab. I tell HBBlonde, give me a hug, now give me a kiss on the cheek, and like a good girl, she does. I hug the 2 others and we part ways.

Shanghai and I walk back to my car and call it a night.

Friday - Art of Attraction

2006-03-17T15:23:00.000-08:00

It's Friday and that means it's workshop time. I'm excited, one of the newbies that I've been working with is taking the workshop and another guy that I took the Art of Rapport workshop with is in the class as well.

Tonight is going to rock, I'm pumped since I love the AoA workshops - going out to bars and clubs with the students is an opportunity for them to practice what they've learned.

As of January this is the 5th workshop that I've taught at. Everytime I teach/instruct I reinforce everything that I've learned up to this point. Everytime I lecture I remind myself that you need the fundamentals and basics down in order to be great at this.

I'll definitely have something interesting to report back on from this weekend's workshop. I'm at work right now and still tired from last night. I have to go to a meeting now and present, shit. How boring. Oh well, the work day is almost over.

Day 2 - The Design Student

2006-03-17T12:28:00.000-08:00

I haven't been posting my Day 2's on my blog as frequently as I'd like to but I will try to include as much as possible going forward. I think too many PUAs focus on the initial pick-up and don't talk too much about the Day 2s, Day 3s, etc. I feel that its just as important to have a Day 2 routine stack as it is to have an attraction stack. I'll post my Day 2 routine stack in the next blog and break it down so you can see how I build rapport, comfort, and trust when meeting an HB.

I didn't have an opportunity to post my escapades from last weekend, so I'll just write about a Day 2 and Renee, the design student. I met Renee while standing outside of Bar None in the Marina District of San Francisco last Saturday night. There I was chilling on a bar stool, with my wings Positive, and Alchemist shooting the shit when a cab pulls up. Out steps this incredibly cute brunette with blue eyes, long legs, perfect skin, and a smile that could land her on a fashion magazine.

She was tall, at least 5'11 or so, with heels accompanied by a shorter blonde whose name was Sara. Now I don't normally open brunettes but there was something about this one...

Me: Cute shoes.
HB8: Thank you.
Me: You women are always sacrificing comfort for style.
HB8: I know, I love these shoes, they're Marc Jacobs.
Me: Are you one of those shoe whores? Jimmy Choo, Manolo, Prada, etc....?
HB8: No, I just love fashion.
Me: (I look her up and down) Not bad, you've got a cool sense of style, I like that.
HB8: Thanks. (smiling)
Me: You're my new girlfriend. You just can't go out and pick all the clothes for me to wear though...I need some say in what I'm going to wear.
HB8: (laughs) Ok, sure.
Me: Deal!
HB8: Deal!
Me: Pinky swear (I offer up my pinky)
HB8: (takes my pinky and offers hers)

I shift to rapport...

Me: So what do you do, not for your day job, but if you didn't have to work.
HB8: I would paint, and draw...
Me: Awesome. You've got a cool imagination.

Fluff talk ensues for about 10 minutes, I run a little more attraction material and my wings smirk listening to me game Renee.

HB8: I'm going inside, come find me later. (she's walking down the stairs with her head turned towards me)
Me: (look over my shoulder) Sure.

I go back inside, chat her and her friend up, venue change them to the Matrix and then #close. I text her 2 days later, with a really simple message.

TXT: Hey cutie, thought about u when looking at my wardrobe...tell u details later. How r ur feet w/o Marc Jacobs?
Renee: Haha! Hi! No marc jacobs for a while! I just finished my art history midterm, yikes!

I decide to text her the next day with plans for a Day 2.

TXT: I have free time on Thursday night. How about u?
Renee: I work until 7PM and then I'm free!
TXT: Let's meet at 8:30 PM, details to follow...
Renee: Sounds good, let me know!

Wednesday rolls around and I text her again.

TXT: Hi sunshine, let's meet at Cama @ 8:30 in Mission. 3192 16th st.
Renee: Cama...Mission...8:30! See you there!

Thursday arrives, I drive up to the city to meet Renee. I go inside Cama and she's sitting down on a bar stool nursing a drink, she looks incredible and gives me a great big smile. I tell her that I need to run to the men's room, crab a couch and I'll be there shortly.

After leaving the men's room I come over to the couch and tell her I need a hug, she obliges and we hug. Initial kino out of the way, I head over to the bar to grab a drink.

I come back, sit down, and launch into a story, or attraction material to get her laughing and smiling. She loves it, we fluff, and then I start going into rapport. I ask her about San Francisco what she loves most, etc. I reciprocate and talk about how as a child my parents used to bring me and my sister here as a treat...blah, blah, blah.

We vibe some more on a variety of topics, she's laughing, and I'm closely monitoring my body language as well as hers. I do a couple of things, lean way back, to see if she follows, she doesn't. I mirror her seating style, I lean back, I calibrate constantly to see if anything I'm doing is affecting her. We talk about siblings, I mention my sister, a "fond memory" of her growing up, and my nephew. She reciprocates but not too much. I need to get her to follow so I plow through, saying things like, "I can't believe I'm telling you this, or I'm so embarassed about this one time..." Its working, but slowly. At one point the music is getting too loud and so I suggest a venue change.

We head over to Casanova's, a bar down the street and we grab a seat on another couch. I grab us some drinks and we go into rapport again. And then I launch into the Cube. Yes, the Cube. As played out as the Cube is, it works wonders, many PUAs call this warm read stuff, "Chick Crack," well it is and I love it.

Me: You're an imaginitive person, right?
Renee: Yes.
Me: Have you ever heard of the cube?
Renee: No, what is it?
Me: It's a Middle Eastern questions game that allows me to learn more about you by asking a couple of questions.
Renee: Really?
Me: Yes, look at the wall, not me. I know I'm cute but I need you to focus. Look at the wall, and now imagine you're in the desert. You see a cube. How big is it? What color is it? Where is it?

I won't go into the details regarding the cube, or the analysis. Afterwards I asked her how was my interpretation and she said it was really good. One tricky part that had me confused for just a second was the color of the cube. Most people will say one color, she said red and blue. My interpration was that those are two sides of her personality, red being the passion and creativity inside her soul which needs to be released through her design, the blue being the way others perceive her, cool, calm, relaxed, and at peace. It seemed to work.

I ask her when her birthday is and she tells me that it's July 11, wow, she's a Cancer just like me. I go into all these traits about Cancers and she's laughing because she's the same way. Cool. Of course I'm continuing to kino her, but not escalating as much as I'd like to because we're sitting side by side. Casanova's is getting louder, and I suggest another venue change to the Elbo Room down the street. She's game and we leave.

We enter the Elbo Room and its crowded, we finally find a seat in the corner and just start talking. I'm getting a little tired but don't look at my watch and order us some more drinks. She's really opening up to me at this point, talking about family, her siblings, growing up in Iowa, her penchant for vodka and Red Bulls, tattoos, Barbie dolls, her giant Barbie doll house, how her Barbies were Lesbians etc. Pretty funny stuff. I'm glad I was patient with her. I bring the rapport stuff back up to the surface and tell her a couple of stories, John and the "perfect couple" and Brad and the handcuffs. She laughs at both stories and she's finally kinoing me back. God, about time.

***Note to self, run more attraction in the future, then do a hard drop/shift to rapport.

Finally I glance at my cell phone and it's 12:45 PM. Holy cow! We've been talking for almost 4 hours and the funny thing was it didn't seem like a long time. I suggest a final venue change for some pizza. I grab a slice, she doesn't eat, and we talk some more.

We walk back to my car and I offer to drop her home, she gives me directions, I arrive at her place, and before she leaves we make out yeah, yeah. Anti-climatic but oh well.

A couple of things were running through my mind throughout the night:

1. Calibration: Am I generating attraction then shifting back into rapport at the appropriate time? Am I conscious of my body language and hers as well?

2. Kino: Am I touching her enough? I made a mistake during the rapport phase by not grabbing her hand and then letting it go. Push/pull tactics.

3. Logistics: Not in my favor for a f-close. Always, always think about logistics. Since I don't live in San Francisco but rather, 30-40 minutes south, dating and meeting women in SF can be tough.

I arrived home exhausted from a long night. Thank god for sleep.

Friday Night in the South Bay

2006-03-13T18:12:00.000-08:00

It's Friday night and I'm feeling the vibe of the South Bay so I meet up with Positive and Iron Chef to grab some dinner in Los Gatos. We grab a fantastic dinner at an Italian restaurant, meet up with Eric and then decide to check out the local scene. It’s been months since I’ve been down to Los Gatos and I’m a little wary of the local talent.

1^st stop, Carry Nation’s which is full of mixed sets, nothing sexy, nothing hot, nothing worth opening. Ok, so Positive opens up a middle-aged couple in their 40’s and we’re all sucked into his reality. They were actually pretty cool and directed us to Club 180 across the street and the star attraction, a half-naked woman in a glass window who does nothing for several hours. Did someone say half-naked woman, in lingerie?

Club 180 is posh, reminiscent of the cool lounges of SF and NYC, low lighting, hip furniture and well-dressed patrons. We enter, I open the 1^st set I see, 3 HBs sitting on a couch. Nothing special, just some light conversation to get the ball rolling. After a couple of minutes I eject.

I spot the next set, 2 HBs sitting on a couch chatting amongst themselves, oblivious to the world around them. I open.

Me: Hey guys, do you know the story behind this bar?
HB7: No. There’s a story?
Me: Yes, you see…(sit next to target – launch into a “story”)
HB7: (laughs)
Me: Banter with both of them, kino my target and run an attraction hand test. Nothing. No worries, I plow through.
HBSister: Blah, blah, blah.
Me: Do you guys enjoy family get togethers?
HB7: Yes, I do, blah, blah, blah.
Me: Launch into another story.
HB7: No response.

I’m thinking to myself, what next? No time to really think so I just fluff for a couple of minutes. Iron Chef enters the set and starts running with it, inadvertently AMOGing me. It’s ok, he’s still learning wing dynamics and I let him do his thing. I take the opportunity to shift into rapport with my target. I’m getting no where so after a couple of minutes I eject.

I look around and notice Positive is in set, Eric is in set, and Iron Chef is still working HBSister. Cool. I head over to the bar and just check things out. I enter Positive’s set, sit next to his target and just chill. HBTall tells me that I should meet her “single friends” HBPeru, and HBSweater. Cool. As I’m sitting there HBBlonde enters the set. HBTall introduces me and I stand. HBBlonde is smoking, yeah, a solid “8” with an incredible smile. I like, a lot.

HBBlonde: Wow, you’re tall, I like that! (She smiles and I know she’s attracted)
Me: Hi, I’m Mango.
HBBlonde: I’m Erika. Would you mind grabbing a cushion so we can sit together? You look like a strong guy.
Me: Sure. (I normally don’t respond to this blatant attempt to feed my ego, but I can’t resist, she’s so damn cute. I grab a cushion and she sits next to me.)

I run great attraction material, and she’s into me. I run the attraction hand test and our fingers interlock and I end up holding her hand for a just a little too long. She’s smiling, I’m enjoying myself and Positive mentions something about a picture. I say sure. I take a picture of him and HBTall, and I give him my camera.

Me: Erika let’s take a picture together.
Erika: Ok. (She leans over so we can take a picture)
Me: No. Sit here on my lap. (She smiles, and sits on my lap and puts her arms around me.)

We take a cute picture together and she’s blushing and smiling while the picture is taken. She gets up and sits back down on her cushion. We start chatting some more and I find out she’s married. WTF? Oh great, but it doesn’t faze me. I realize this is a great opportunity for me to practice rapport.

Erika: What do you do?
Me: I do a lot of things, but right now I’m passionate about…(launch into rapport)
Erika: Wow, that is so cool…blah, blah, blah….

We talk about a number of different topics, relationships, attraction, goals, etc. It’s a great set and she asks me about my “other job” and why I do it. I go into great detail about the emotional satisfaction I gain from helping others and she loves it. She asks me about my own personal relationships and I tell that I really want to find someone to settle down with. (Yes, that’s the truth)

She starts telling me about her sister, who is single, blonde (yeah!) and petite, etc. She wants to set me up with her. Cool. We exchange phone numbers and emails. I’m sitting there and reflect briefly on the set. I feel great. I met an intelligent, beautiful, successful woman with whom I could talk to about almost anything. And as a result of my patience, genuine interest, and willingness to become a better listener, I’ve become a more attractive man.

I eject from the set, head over to the bar to grab a glass of water and catch my breath. I recharge and look for my wings. I spot Positive and he’s telling me that he sent Iron Chef into set. Cool. I check out the half-naked woman in the display window and open an HB7.

I launch into attraction material, banter, kino, the usual and I’m getting a good response. I continue to plow through and I notice a number of IOIs. She’s kinoing me back, she’s pressing her ample breasts into my arm, and she’s leaning in to talk into my ear. Nice.

She introduces me to the 2 guys she’s with, and they basically ignore me. No worries, I ask her who they are and she replies, “Friends.” I shift into rapport for a couple of minutes and notice Positive entering my field of vision.

I eject from the set without #closing to find my wings. As we’re about to leave I tell Positive that I’m going to # close HB7. I head back to her group of friends and whisper into her ear.

Me: I really enjoyed our conversation, I want to continue it.
HB7: I don’t want to give my number out in front of my friends.
Me: No worries, look at the window. (I point to the window) Now whisper it into my ear. They’ll never know. (I smile)
HB7: Blah, blah, blah.
Me: Awesome.

AMOG1: So you’re going home empty handed. Smirking and making the international air gesture for masturbation.
Me: (Smile, I lean into HB7, whisper into her ear) How rude.
HB7: That is so rude!
AMOG1: Smirk changes to disbelief.
Me: (I lean into HB7, whisper into her ear and stare straight at the AMOG smiling) He’s so vulgar, how do you roll with him?
HB7: (Looking at AMOG1) You’re so vulgar!

I smile at the AMOG knowing that he just made a fool of himself in front of the girl. Nice move idiot. Men like you make it so much easier for me. Thank you. I say goodbye to HB7 and rejoin my wings. No solid Day 2 close, but that’s cool, I was having a great night owning the bar with my wings.

At one point earlier in the night when I was in set, I looked around and noticed all of my wings in set. How cool is that? We were always outnumbered by women, but someone was always in isolation. Positive said at several times throughout the night we were surrounded by 10 women. I don’t think there was a set in the bar that we didn’t open. Overall, a fun night with the crew.

Lessons Learned:

Never give up on a set if you find out that your target has a significant other. You can use the opportunity to practice a skill set.

Be willing to open yourself up to the woman, you never know what can happen as a result of you being your most attractive self. (In my case, an introduction to Erika’s sister)

Never let an AMOG get to you. I could have easily let the AMOG suck me into his reality. Instead, I just smiled, and let him make an ass out of himself in front of his friend.

NYC - Day Game on Monday

2006-03-13T17:59:00.000-08:00

So my Monday in NYC was a blur, meeting at 2:30 PM with an investment management firm to discuss my company’s products and services, and then around 4 PM I was going to be running day game with one of the interns.

I meet up with J somewhere off of 61^st and Madison Ave and we begin by just talking and walking. I demonstrate opening a moving set, a standing set and show him just how easy it is to get a woman’s attention and make her smile.

I spot an attractive Hispanic woman standing at a bus stop.

Me: Excuse me, do you know where Barnes & Noble bookstore is?
HB: I’m sorry I don’t.
Me: That’s ok, I just wanted an excuse to talk with you. I love your accent it is absolutely adorable. Where are you from?
HB: (big smile, and she starts to blush) Brazil.
Me: Blah, blah, blah…
HB: Blah, blah, blah…
Me: Have a great day. (I smile and eject)

I spot another woman walking towards me.

Me: Excuse me (use hand and body to enter line of sight) blah, blah, blah.
HB: Yes, blah, blah, blah…
Me: I knew that, I just wanted to meet you.
HB: Smiles…blah, blah, blah.
Me: Eject

I spot a woman standing on the street corner.

Me: Excuse me. (smile) I just wanted to say that I love your jacket, you look really cute.
HB: Thank you! (big smile)
Me: Have a great day.

As I’m opening sets J just stands there, mouth kind of open, watching in amazement as set after set opens up in front of me. I engage some, banter, kino lightly, and then eject. I want him to understand that day game, is so much easier than night game since the “bitch shields” we so often talk about aren’t up.

We catch a cab back to my hotel in Midtown, which by the way is absolutely fabulous. I highly recommend staying at the Dylan Hotel when in Midtown, it’s 52 E. 41^st St. I drop off my stuff and we’re back into the field.

I’ve now shown him a number of techniques and he goes in and starts practicing all the things I’ve taught him. I can see that he’s a little apprehensive but after a couple of sets, he’s doing fine.

I decide to teach him how to banter so we pop into Barnes & Noble to look for sets. I’m going to go in direct if possible and show him how powerful of a technique it is when executed correctly.

We stop by the coffee bar to grab something to drink and a light snack.

Me: I can’t believe you guys didn’t greet me with a big smile and cheesy “Hi!”
B6: (smiling at me)
Me: Well, I’m waiting…(big grin)
B6: Hi! Welcome, may I take your order!
Me: Much better! I’ll have, blah, blah, blah

I banter with the barista, she giggles, and I continue to turn up the heat even more. Next thing you know I’m bantering with the 2 women making the drinks. I have them giggling, laughing, and one of them actually stops and say, “You’re a really funny guy!”

Me: Thank you. Don’t forget, cute and sexy!
B6: (laughs)
Me: Where’s the coffee? Are you out in the back picking the beans? What is Juan Valdez on strike?
B6: (giggles)
Me: You said a minute, I know I’m cute and you want to keep me here as long as possible, but this is ridiculous. I’m going to start charging you for my time.
B6: (giggling)

I continue this for another minute or so and eject. J is stunned. His eyes are as big as saucers at what transpired in the last couple of minutes. He tells me, “I can’t believe you did that with all of them. You had them all laughing, during the day, while they were working.”

I remind him, being Alpha, is not something you turn on/off when you feel like it, you’re Alpha all the time. Enjoy their company, make them laugh, smile, do your best to be the cool guy that everyone loves.

We sit, talk more and finish our drinks. We head downstairs so I could demonstrate random opening. I spot an HB7 looking at an art book. I open.

Me: I can’t believe you’re looking at that book, what did I tell you about art books?
HB7: (eyes wide open, mouth ajar)
Me: I mean, our library is full of these books. Why can’t we buy more XYZ books?
HB7: I can’t help it, you know I love art. (she now understands we’re role playing and she steps right into character)
Me: Honey, let’s not fight over this stuff because you know why?
HB7: Why?
Me: Because I’d win! (big smile)
HB7: (giggles)

I banter some more, tease and she’s loving me. J is nearby listening, and watching. I introduce myself, and after a couple of minutes I eject.

We head over to another section and I spot a hot blonde. I approach and open.

Me: I noticed you earlier when I was coming down the escalator. I just wanted to say that you are incredibly cute!
HB8: Thank you! (big smile)
Me: I’m blah.
HB8: I’m blah.

I shift into rapport and I’m in conversation with her for about 10 minutes. Awesome. I eject and we move the lesson back into the street.

I spot a Sephora and remind J of the cologne opener. We enter. I see a 3 set of HBs standing around near the door. They look at me as I enter.

Me: OMG! You guys are all fired as my official greeters.

All three girls giggle.

Me: What do I need to do to get a greeting around here?

I banter a little more with them, and pretty soon they are all smiles. I run attraction stuff for a couple of minutes on a hot African American woman and she’s loving it. I eject and watch J do his thing.

We leave and head over to Banana Republic. At this point I’m in “massive state” and can open
anything with 2 legs and a heartbeat. I’ve done at least 10-15 sets and I’m still pushing through.
I open a 2 set of hot blondes holding clothes.

Me: Hey guys, I need an opinion…which cologne smells better?
HB8: This one.
HB8.5: This one.
Me: Awesome, you guys are hired as my personal assistants…banter, banter, banter.

Both HBs giggle and I banter a little more with them and I eject.

We start walking back to my hotel room and I go direct on a number of hotties standing around. I get great responses and smiles from all of them.

Last stop is Sean John, I want to buy my nephew something cute. I enter, acknowledge the thuggish looking security guys and start shopping. I pick out a cute shirt, and watch J in set with 2 hot African American sales clerks.

I head over to the counter and as I walk up, I smile and open.

Me: I can’t believe the service here. I walk in and no one is energetic and happy. I need to speak to the manager. And if that doesn’t work I’m calling Sean up right now to file a complaint.
HBTall: Giggles
HBShort: (stares at me)
Me: It’s ok, you can stare, women have a tendency to do that. I know I’m cute, but gosh, do you have to be so obvious?
HBShort: (giggles) Will this be all?
Me: Yes. May I have a gift box?
HBShort: It costs extra.
HBTall: Give it to him for free. (big smile)
Me: Thank you, do you have a card?
HBTall: Yes I do. (hands me her card)
Me: I see, you are the manager…I better watch it! (smiling)
HBTall: Yes I am, you better watch it. (smiling)
Me: Thank you. Have a nice evening.

After the transaction was completed J just smiled acknowledging how powerful being social and playful is. I asked him, “Did you catch that?” He replied, “I sure did, that was cool.”

After that we headed back to my hotel to chill and wait for my friend Leah who was meeting me for dinner.

All in all I had a blast running day game in Manhattan, sets opened up left and right and the next time I’m in Manhattan I'll take no prisoners.

NYC - The Whole Weekend In One Blog

2006-03-08T14:15:00.000-08:00

Flew into NYC at 6:40 AM after catching the red eye from San Jose. I knew I was in for something when the temperature gauge read, 24 degrees. Shit. The only other time I encountered that kind of cold weather was when I opened up my freezer, and even then it was to grab the Coronas I placed there earlier.

So I'm in NYC, with Sean and it's cold, and we're both dead tired. We do the usual, grab our bags, grab a cab and head into Manhattan. We arrive at our hotel and I'm a zombie. We check into the Milford Plaza head up to the room unpack, shower and change. We meet up with Lance and Daniel and head over to 520 8th Avenue, the site of our workshop.

The students start to slowly arrive, one by one, and introductions are made. They're a great group of guys, ranging from their early 20's to their 40's. We dive quickly into the material, and break up into groups. The students are responding well to the exercises and the afternoon moves along nicely.

As for me, well, I'm still a wreck, 2 hours of sleep on the plane, a full day of teaching, and a night of field work ahead of us. Lord, I was going to need a lot of coffee and red bull to keep myself alert.

I'm paired with a cool student, S who has some experience. We head over to Sutton Place on 2nd Avenue, in the Turtle Bay area of Midtown. We walk up and down the street doing warm ups, and everyone is more than accomodating to our simple requests of directions. Finished with warmups we enter SP, and I immediately send him into set. He opens, and he's back in a minute. No worries, I understand the nerves that are flowing and we work on his story and I push him to just talk. He goes into set and he's doing fine, well, probably too well, but he's not generating any attraction from them.

They sit there smile, nod their heads, and occasionally respond back with a question of their own. While I'm standing there I make idle chit chat with a number of AFCs who are holding their drink in front of their chest. S opens a couple of more sets and we head upstairs, and this is where the party begins.

S goes into set, I'm watching and I enter a 2-set, a guy and a girl taking a picture together. They turn around, and I joke with them that they needed a really cute guy in the picture. Anyways, I befriend them and start running attraction material - pure banter. Nothing else and I have the whole group laughing in no time.

I notice that one of the girls "Tara" is into me, and so is her friend "Tonya" who is an HB8 with a fantastic body, and hazel eyes. I run an attraction hand test and it sticks. She's into me, kinoing me back, holding me, putting her arms around me and it's on. Awesome. However, Tara keeps coming up to me and telling me the same thing, "I'm not a whore, but I'm easy." Whoa, Nelly. Slow down.

For the next hour or so Tara comes up to me repeating the same line, "I'm not a whore, but I'm easy." I don't want to take her home, she wasn't my type although I give her at least a 6.5/7. She was cute, but I wasn't going to just stop and call it a night right then and there. Plus, I was gaming Tonya and she was hot!!!!

Tonya disappears for a little bit so what do I do, open up another set. I stop a lone wolf, a hot blonde with beautiful blue eyes, Monique. I love blondes!!!

Me: I love blondes!
HB8: Yeah, well I'm a real blonde...
Me: You know I can tell right now, that you're trouble! (kino)
HB8: (giggles) Oh yeah!
Me: This relationship is not going to work out, you and I are too alike. We'd fight all the time and I'd win.
HB8: (laughing)

I banter some more, kino, and I'm in. My arms are around her and she's loving me, laughing and thoroughly enjoying our time spent together. I look out of the corner of my eye and notice Tara and Tonya watching me as I game Monique. Social proof. Check. I eject and tell her we'll talk later. Damn was she cute!!

My student opens up a couple of other sets and I'm just kicking back, shooting the shit with the NYC lair PUAs and the other students. I see Tonya, wave her over and she's smiling, happy to fulfill my request. We chat, I get her number and we lock lips. Ok, she kissed me and I really didn't have to do anything, but that's cool, I like it like that.

She ejects and I open another 3 set, banter, kino, and just enjoy myself. I watch S and he enters a set and falters. We head downstairs and I send him into a 2 set. He's in for about 3-4 minutes and I wing, saving the set.

It's an HB7 and an HB8, a cute redhead and an even sexier blonde. I love NYC!! We talk about male/female dynamics, social etiquette, and the HB7, Angie propositions me to come home with her and Julie to be in the middle of their sandwich. Not bad! Angie and I talk about Dolly's blog and the PUAs in NYC, she read the article in the Village Voice and I make light of the whole situation. I run the Cube on her and my analysis is spot on. So spot on that she jumps on me, and is literally molesting me in the bar, in front of her friend and my student. Of course, Julie gets in on the action and I'm in virgin territory. What to do? I tell them that I'm working and I'll grab their emails so I can hook up with them later.

Damn. My attraction game is pretty good if I say so myself. I go outside to smoke a cigarette and who's there but Monique, the lovely Swedish blonde. I banter with her some more, and start telling her to kiss me on the cheek, then on the lips and it's on. She wants me to text her tomorrow to hook up since she'll be at a party in the Lower East Side, you got it.

I can't believe how incredible my 1st night in NYC was. Let's see, 2 makeouts, 2 #s, 2 emails, 2 propositions, and it was only Friday. Imagine how much better I would have been if I wasn't operating on 2 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours.

To be continued...

NYC - A Female Wingwoman

2006-03-01T13:09:00.000-08:00

Just got news today that Dolly, the infamous author of, "The Truth About Cocks and Dolls" will be joining us out in the field this weekend. Awesome!

More to follow in the coming days as I prepare for the workshop.

NYC - 3 Day Workshop - "Art of Attraction"

2006-02-28T13:37:00.000-08:00

So I'm off to Manhattan this weekend, taking the red-eye on Thursday night with one of the other instructors Sean M. Now Sean M. was the reason why I took the "Art of Attraction" workshop to begin with, he's a man's man, motivates, inspires and can banter like no one else. He can get a girl's buying temperature up so fast it will make your head spin. He's thoughtful, analytical, and most of all, he's true to himself.

Respect.

The PU101 crew (Pickup101.com) is hosting its first workshop outside of the SF and yours truly was allowed to instruct with the legendary, Lance "Sensei" Mason, Organic aka Daniel, and Sean M.

Wow.

Teaching the "Art of Attraction"' workshop is always fun and rewarding. Going over theory, introducing exercises and taking them out in the field is a typical 14 hour "AoA" day. Just to see the guy's faces light up when they start to get it is priceless.

Last night I did my first solo coaching call with students over the phone. Funny thing about the call - I was at work and my friend and coworker "G" was listening from his office. He came in and told me that my advice for these guys was on target. Cool. Thank you.

The coaching call was simple, I reviewed what they've done, offered suggestions and then gave them advice on how to handle certain scenarios. I told these guys a lot of things, even sharing some of my personal tips and tricks that only a couple of my wings know. What good is knowledge if it isn't disseminated right? My thoughts exactly.

I've told a number of aspiring PUAs that you need to get out in the field and analyze every one of your sets, break it down into the critical components. Write field reports, have your wings watch you, and if necessary de-brief the target after a failed set.

Sounds crazy huh? Try it. It works. Women will open up and start talking as if they have diarrhea of the mouth, they won't shut up. Don't let them ramble on. Keep it simple.

Questions to de-brief with: What 3 things did (student) do well? What 3 things did (student) do poorly? You don't want them to list too many things, a short and sweet top 3 list is easy to remember and is usually the most important things they mention.

Ask about the studen'ts EC, BL, space, etc. All of it helps.

When you're at home think about your body language, your tonality, pacing, eye contact, and reflect on your internal state and frame during the interaction.

One great peace of advice that I received was, "Don't forget to smile." This is fun, you should be enjoying yourself. I've seen too many newbies and students open sets with this "scared shitless" look that automatically renders any future conversations with the target dead on arrival.

I'll elaborate more on these topics in the future when I have more time.

Now I need to think about NYC and Manhattan and all of the beautiful babies...