A few 'epiphany' moments tonight, resulting in 2 girls saying to me that they were going to 'take me home tonight'. They weren't stunners, but that really didn't matter in the long run of things, as I now shall go on to explain.

So we enter the club, I'm just feeling relaxed - 2 for 1 cocktails, all good ha.
We're just chilling by the dancefloor, joking around and dancing. Open a woman to the left of me, bit of chit chat, then back to my friends. At this point, this was the only interaction I had as I wasn't really observing the women. There are a couple of women on the dancefloor, we are at the edge. Something was holding me back a bit, then came the 1st and most important epiphany.....

In one of his videos Julien from RSD talks about being a 'permission boy', i.e. always having to seek the approval of others via positive reactions, particularly women. When I go out with my friends, I am normally the quieter member of the group but this is starting to change recently. Previously I would have thought 'there isn't anyone dancing, it will look weird if I do'. Having briefly entertained the thought, my counter-thought was 'FUCK THIS' and started dancing anyway.....

There is a woman on the dancefloor giving me the eye. Without any hesitation I walk over, take her by the hand, spin her, and we start dancing. I am the only guy on the dancefloor. She is into me and attempts to go for the makeout, I avoid this. After a while, I tell her I am going back to my friends, leading to her saying 'I'm coming to get you at the end of the night'. I take this with a pinch of salt as it is early. As I walk back, I realise that most of the club has seen what happened. I go back to my friends and we continue to joke around.

The more we were laughing and joking, the more women seemed to gravitate towards us. We would bring some into the group, then replace them with others. Leading to Epiphany #2.....girls like fun. And sex too, but more importantly they like fun. Girls were attempting to test me with 'I see you talking to lots of girls', my response was 'I'm just having fun'. Sounds so obvious, but sometimes you end up taking the Game so seriously that you forget it is just that, a game. And games are meant to be enjoyed.

Opening was effortless, even girls who rejected me got laughed away. It didn't matter, I was having fun. I was amusing myself with my chat. Example - I said to one woman (who was a truck driver) that she should tell me next time she is on the M25, so that I can attempt to jump onto the roof of the lorry like James Bond. She turns to my friend and says 'he talks so much shit....but I like it'.

The bottom line.....did any numbers come from this? No - I didn't feel any of the women I talked to warranted a follow-up. Makeouts? None....the opportunities were there but didn't want to. We were talking about booking a hotel (it was a road trip), I wish we had!

Ultimately, tonight was a small preview of the potential. What excites me is the fact that I'm now starting to follow the process, with little focus on the result. For me at the moment, the process is the result. This is probably an unusual field report, yet a sign that that the foundations are being put firmly in place.

Feel free to ask any questions/comment/add your own experiences relating to this post.

Last week I went skiing - it was a singles ski holiday, awesome, met loads of people. Went by myself, came back with a load of new friends.

The Friday night was interesting to say the least....this was the last night, and the big night out. My eye was on a girl that I had been flirting with for most of the week, but my primary aim was to get crunked.

There was lots of drinking, crazy dancing, continued flirting with the girl (I'll call her WPC, as she was a cop). Took her to the bar and said 'we're getting drinks'. So we roll to the bar, I order a beer and she orders a water. Whilst I'm ordering, she then walks off to go and dance with some other people. At this point I felt she was time-wasting, and didn't bother to order her drink. My room-mates, who was tuned in to what was going on, said I should 'still get in there'. One of the girls said that she liked me, to which I said that she had a funny way of showing it. Her response was 'well that's her loss!'. Indeed.

So, minus the secondary objective, I get back to the primary objective of getting drunk and partying. A bit later, I spot a girl who was in my instruction group for the skiing lessons. Out of the skiing gear, she looked different. I engage in conversation with her; she is French, but her English is good enough to understand me. We start to dance, I start to grind on her, she responds by wagging her finger at me. This was followed by 'I don't do this kind of dance in public'. To which I responded 'so you would do it in private?'

This exchange started an unexpected series of events. One of my flatmates had winged me and was talking to the friend, and I continued to jokingly suggest that she gives me a private dance. At this point, she then starts to ask me why I never talked to her on the slopes. Part of this was probably due to the fact that she had taken out our English-speaking ski instructor, leaving us with one who could only speak French, and she was the slowest skiier in our group!

Anyway, the night is soon over and I am walking out of the door with her. We start to walk back to the apartment block, my roommate then peels off with the friend leaving me and the Frenchie. We get the lift up to my floor, then stop just outside my room. We are up against the wall, makeout ensues. I then realise I have no room key, as I had already checked out. Errrrr......I am relieved when my room-mate turns up with the friend, I get the key from him and he goes off with the friend back to her room. Me and Frenchie go into my room, this is all happening very fast. Some token resistance, that is easily bypassed. Soon we are both naked, about to get down to it....then my other roommate walks in.

Note that there were 4 of us staying in one room.....she screams and covers herself, I tell him to come back in a bit. Hahaha. She is a little freaked out....but still horny. So I make sure I lock the door, put her on the bed, and the rest is history....

I then call my roommate to say the coast is clear. Frenchie is still in the bed but now asleep, he proceeds to pass out and fall asleep on his bed. I then go to sleep next to Frenchie. An hour later I am awoken by a hand on my dick, and it isn't mine. Time for Round 2, whilst my roommate is fast asleep.

She tells me she has never slept with a foreign man before. We go back to sleep, a couple of hours later I wake up and realise I have 10 minutes before my taxi arrives to take me to the airport. I quickly get ready, tell her I have to leave, quick peck goodbye, she goes back to her room. I then go downstairs to the mini-bus. Upon entering, the driver says 'you look like you've had a good night'. You don't know the half of it.....

Haha, class.

Now that's what you call 'game'

With a bit of spare time on my hands, these were last weekend's lessons:

1) Not going hard enough/trying to play it safe.

After making some progress, now back in the comfort zone. Friday and Saturday were good nights, but could have been better. Particularly Saturday, as the club I was in was Chode Central.

2) Don't think, just take action.

This lesson was conveyed in a rather unusual way on Saturday night; whilst at the bar I was approached by a rather unattractive lady who proceeded to chat me up 'you're good looking, who are you here with, are you single etc.'). Her friend then tried to hook us up later ('she really likes you'). However, I did not like her. For the majority of the night I could feel her eyes burning into me; whenever I turned, she was there staring at me. So......this is how women must feel by staring chodes - creeped out!

So, the plan for the weekend - shoot first, ask questions later. Ha

Great field reports SmikeyK

For the last couple of weeks me and my good friend, who is a natural, have been hitting up the bars and clubs on weekends. This weekend was no different, but the following events unfolded....

In the bar we were in, I saw 2 girls (1 Blonde, 1 Brunette) sitting by the wall taking pictures of themselves. As I was bored at this point, I decided to go over and make conversation (opening gambit: take pictures of me, I want to model for Top Man). Anyways, Brunette goes off to the bar so I am left with the Blondie. Both were pretty hot, and in conversation with Blondie she reveals that she is engaged - BUT her brunette friend is single. Apparently her friend also is picky and has 'high standards'. After a bit of talking I leave Blondie and go back to my friends. The Brunette then re-appears with the drinks and, having established she was single, I then go back and start talking to her.

The conversation is going well, or at least I thought it was, until she turns her back on me and starts talking to the friend. So I go back to my friends. About 30 minutes later she goes out for a cigarette, leaving the Blondie sat alone. I tell my wing to keep the Blondie occupied while I go and talk to the friend outside. I go outside, he have some conversation, and she then walks off AGAIN, I'm standing there thinking WTF?! Go back inside, go back to my friends thinking 'fuck that', then 10 mins later she is standing there by herself. Again I go over and re-open, I want to see what she has to say for herself. I tell her leaving me outside was bad manners, she immediately becomes very apologetic. OK, this may be going somewhere.

So now I am sat with the Brunette, and my wing is sat with the Blondie. Then, all of the sudden, the two girls swap so I end up talking to the Blondie again (who, remember, is engaged). My wing then starts GAMING the brunette....?

We leave to go to another club - me, my wing and the 2 girls - and in the next venue I end up occupying the friend while my wing works on the girls that I originally told him I was after. There are no other girls in this club, they are either too young or too ugly.

We leave at 4 to go and get food - I sit in the front of the car (my wing is driving), the 2 girls sit in the back. We stop at the burger shop. My wing isn't getting out of the car, neither is the brunette (who is still sat in the back). How convenient. Me and the Blondie go to get food, when I come back I find that the Brunette has taken my place at the front of the car.

To add further insult to injury, I then have to watch the Brunette give her number to my wing when as he is dropping them off home.

When we are on the way home he attempts to apologise for what happened, I just stay silent and do not say anything - was pretty cheesed off.

Out of this, 3 important lessons have been learned:

1) Scarcity mentality vs. Abundance mentality.

I am currently in a position of scarcity - with the exception of the holiday lay, there have been no new numbers for a while now. The reason for this can be attributed to number 2:

2) Playing it safe vs. Playing to win.

Yesterday made me realise that I still give a shit what the girl thinks. Considering I can only go out 2 nights a week, I am not pushing hard enough.

3) Always look for the positives.

I could have written off last night as a disaster, but it wasn't for the following reasons:
- starting to slowly, very slowly, break free of social conditioning. I would have never had the balls to approach that calibre of girl a couple of months ago;
- realizing the importance of having a good wing. My behaviour was chode, but I wasn't expecting to be AMOGed by my own friend!!

Looking forward to a night of GLORIOUS FAILURE next Friday....

Looking back through my previous posts, there seems to be a common pattern:

Not pushing hard enough.

However this presents a paradox when actually talking to the girl, as somehow they can detect the vibe of scarcity through trying too hard.

I think that I need to change 'not pushing hard enough' to 'self-amuse more' - sounds a lot better, and also makes more sense!

Went out with 5 of my work colleagues (all women) to Revolution near Clapham Junction. Turned out to be an insightful night into the way that women think (and talk) on a night out. Interestingly, whilst chatting to them I could spot the PUA guys in the bar!

An interesting lesson learned about approaching - we were all talking, a guy came into the group but was rudely dismissed with a wave of the hand by one of my colleagues. In my mind (and I later commented on this) he seemed like a nice guy that had just approached at the wrong time. So gentlemen, always re-approach later if it doesn't work out the first time.

Later on we are all on the dancefloor and I end up talking to an short Australian girl in a 2-set. Unknown to me, one of my colleagues was giving the friend massive social proof ('he's the kind of gut I'd let my daughter marry', 'he's really nice', etc). We chatted for a bit, but the conversation wasn't great so I went back to my colleagues.

Later on I notice the Australian is leaving, I go over to her and say 'leaving already?' This was met with a cold response....err OK.

There were a lot of girls in there tonight, and 2 main lessons were learnt:

1) Going to have to press the re-set button. Accept that I am on a (very long) dry run, and focus on consistently taking action regardless of outcome;

2) It doesn't matter if women see you approaching lots of other women. Interestingly, my best nights have happened when I approach everything with a fun vibe. Sure, some of the women get pissed off, but at least they know that I am the buyer and not the seller. I need to give less of a shit, which is exactly what I said last week!

So out again tonight....haven't spent a single Friday or Saturday night in since last September

It was my brother's stag weekend, and we are hitting Blackpool.

FRIDAY
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The drinking starts from when we get on the train (1.30pm). Fast-forward to 7pm and we are ready to go out, in our 80s gym gear (theme for the weekend). Go to a variety of pubs and bars, then end up in a club. The music upstairs isn't great, so I head downstairs to the other room. This is where I end up meeting Carol. Within a minute of dancing with her we are kissing, there isn't much conversation but she does say she is 51. At the time I thought she was younger, mainly due to the athletic body (my brother and his mates verified this, haha). Anyway, after a while she says she is going to the toilet. My brother and his friends have gone at this point, so I make the decision to take her back to the hotel (I was sharing a room, so figured I had a window of about an hour).

When she comes out, I say 'let's go' and lead her out of the club. In the taxi on the way back, she is rubbing my dick. We get back to the hotel room and she immediately undresses, however it takes me a while to get a hard-on despite receiving a reasonable blowjob. It is drunken shagging, in the morning I discover that I didn't close the door properly and that it was wide open. And she was making a lot of noise.

Carol leaves the next morning, and I spent the rest of the weekend receiving terrible abuse from all in the stag party. Good times.

SATURDAY
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Definitely 'calmer' than Friday, we spend most of the night in Flares. It was a sausage fest, so we decide to amuse ourselves upstairs by having dance-offs and doing planking competitions. This inevitably attracts the attention of some girls that are in there, and we end up having a laugh with them.

Overall, a great weekend!