LR: The Most gangster pull ever. Featuring the glorious return of Captain Jack.

So I finally after 6 weeks on the road, have some free time, and a new LR...

It all started off when I dropped my car which had been sitting in my garage for 6 weeks accumulating dirt and having someone write faggot wash your car on my trunk in the dirt. Classy. So I finally get my car jumped and drive it a harrowing 40 miles to the BMW dealership. Not really 40 but close.

This particular dealership happens to be in the same suburb of the city as a certain swashbuckling PUA who happens to be one of my closest friends. Also a friend I hadn't seen in a few weeks.

A couple calls later we are back bullshiting and eating at the outback. Not as good as usual today for some reason. I think it was the cheese fries being undercooked.

We roll to the mall and then decide to hit a happy hour place. It was awesome, but we end up back at my place and get a call from Shaft and El Topo. They have been working on some SICK new stuff regarding frames and cognitive dissonace. Really brillant stuff Shaft has come up with...We meet up for dinner, then roll to meet Twitchy at a new club opening. We ran into Elation and Simple, but the club volume gets turned up to a horrifyingly vibrating internal organs level. And so we roll to our usual SNL venue.

And it sucks. Balls. Hard... It's loud(ER),the cover price has been upped,and there is an awful ratio. I get some drinks from my bartender and watch one of the cities best players, he's a promoter at some venues out here and ALWAYS has some crazy hot girls all over him. He's a little too aggressive and sometimes blows himself out, but he always leaves with 3 or 4 hot girls. He's kind of a dick, so my attempts to befriend him have not gone swimmingly well...

Then I see her. She's got HUGE boobs, she's 5'4 she's got reddish blonde hair. And she's a H-erd( A hot nerd, I think I stole that from Jlaix somewhere...) She's got these super hot secretary glasses on and a look that just screams dork.. She's a 9.5 to me. She hits my type of funusual exactly. If you've ever taken a bootcamp with me, you've heard me describe my type and she's it...

I go to tap her and tell her she's a herd, when she opens 2 big black guys... Oh well I'll see her again. Hopefully. I roll around and find CJ. We're talking when she walks out and in mid-sentence I roll after her. I open her by telling her she's a her and then explaining it to her. She thanks me and I say " Oh you didn't do it on purpose? You really are a nerd!"...

We start talking and I get the dreaded BF objection, plus he works at the venue...I treat it like she just said "Spiders,Monkeys, Pirate Ninjas." I keep talking and she brings it up again. Again I ignore and I talk about how awesome I am. It's on she's telling me I'm awesome, grabbing my wrists etc...

The BF rolls up and I say " You have a really sweet GF."
He replies: " Thanks, she's my angel."

SHe has just offered me a drink, and he escorts me to get it... I actually for a second thought I might be getting kicked out,as he walked me to the service area. I get a drink and we talk about how cool his girl is...

We go back, he offers to get me a chair and leaves us to talk...

I start qualifying and then tell her that she needs to walk away from me right now or I will start hitting on her. She tells me I already have been. I start breakthrough comfort. It's easy because this girl is really amazing. She's smart and funny and honest and self aware, and a complete decorated emergency. But a fun one:)

She starts talking about how she cheated on her BF already. This is what we call an IOI for those of us watching at home...

I go into my sexual frames... I hit them all and tie them into a breakthrough comfort style explanation of why I like her and want us to be AT LEAST friends...

I regress her to childhood using Shaft's routine he taught at dinner... Money BTW.

She asks me what I'm doing after this as her BF works till very late...
( Yet another IOI for those of us who have trouble with these things:P) I reply honestly and add that if she wants she can join me. She agrees.

I handle logistics with CJ and Twitchy and we roll out different exits meet out front and depart.

I later made her beg to come... multiple times...

So I pulled a girl from in front of her boyfriend to my house in about 2 and a half hours... While he was buying me drinks and food...

I'm going straight to hell.

S

P.S Also CJ got laid in his first night out in 6 weeks... All hail the return of the rust free pirate of GLORY!!!

Some Thoughts on a Tuesday...

I wake up to the war zone of my apt after CJ and I came home last night from a rushed night of game.... I had gone straight to the club after getting off a flight from Chi. Which I had gotten on straight from my day game course.

I realized yesterday that I need to commit to doing the approaches on SUPER hot girls. Lately I've been being really lazy and only taking the easiest sets. So even when I'm getting massive results, even when I'm getting hot girls, I'm still not giving the full effort and I'm still trying to retain my internal sense of cool.

One of the things I realized yesterday, is that the very act of approaching, is not always a cool action. It can be, but most of the time it is going to start out as a RANDOM, somewhat weird thing and there is nothing you can do but barrel through the initial weirdness and push things. Because you never know what the end resut is going to be.

It's funny, because when I had less social intuition I did FAR more approaches. The reason being that I didn't realize it was weird, and now that I have added a ton of social intuition and skill, I also start to see the inherent strangeness of approaching groups with really high barriers to entry. I know it will probably work, but because I've been having SOO much success lately, I am not willing to put in the work.

CJ and I have proven to ourselves that we can pull ALMOST every night, that we can rack up huge amounts of lays in small time frames,and we can get hot girls. What we've lost is the hunger and the edge that used to drive us. The lack of motivation that used to be there to prove something to the world, to other guys and to the girls who rejected us in the past. The drive was very much to get away from pain, rather than moving toward pleasure.

In In terms of a strategy, getting really mad at yourself, and the world and having something to prove is great! Michael Jordan talks about how he created challenges to himself, he took perceived slights to be much bigger than they were. However, once you've started to heal the inner wounds and your subconscious mind starts to realize that you CAN do this, you start to lose motivation as you don't feel the burning need to prove "Those " people wrong. So then you need to find a new way to motivate yourself, and that's where we are now...

Not sure how much sense all of this is making, but it's an interesting head space to be in right now.

S

LR: 1 to tie 2 to lead... Fuck CJ! 2 to tie 3 to lead...

So we roll up to the club on the scotsdale bootcamp, I start opening sets, and working with students. A few no gos, a couple decent sets, nothing special though.

A student brings me into a set with a 2 and 7. We'll call her the divorcee.

Rings on fingers
Who are you?

The student buys the girls shots and then they roll off. I work with students some more and then run back into the divorcee. I pull her into isolation.

Strawberry Fields
Question game
Almost Kiss

I seed the bounce to the after party at our hotel.

Her friend comes over and takes her to the bathroom.

They come back and we make out and start hardcore sexual talk. I bring El Topo back into the set and we start my new wrecking ball routine. Divorcee starts running hernails up and down my back and I say if you keep doing that I'm going to have to do dirty things to you. I then say well I have to go to the bathroom and take care of myself.. She asks if she can watch.

I pull her to the bathroom and as soon as I lock the door, I hear a knock like the fucking po-lice are outside. It's the bouncer, he says we can;t be in there together and I pretend I'm drunk and don't understand. I bring her back and me and ET decide to pull.

Get her back to the hotel, strip her down except for her high heels, and tax like the IRS on April 15th. Turns out her friend told ET that she does this ALL the time and that usually her friend has to wait in the car.

Afterwords we go to eat and I talk merciless shit to CJ about how I'm now only down 1 lay to him this month. Then he gets a text from a girl he was talking to tonight who wants to come over... FUCK!!!! Now I've just treaded water all night... I'll still catch him like he was a robber and I owned a 7-11, it's just going to take more time.

We go to after-hours and run into J-Dog and Cramias. It was great to see both those guys, then back to the hotel and CJ's girl rolls over and takes him back to her place 45 minutes ago.

I feel bad for CJ because he's just forcing me to raise my game and pull again tonight...

Today CJ looks noticably redder due to the fire I am applying to his feet. He also has a ringing in his ears from the thundering of my footsteps.

S