Hi guys,

First off... full disclosure, I have also posted this review on the LSS forum.. but hey, it took me fucking ages to write and I want you guys to read it too as I have met up with people off this forum and like it here! Hope this is ok:

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Thought I'd contribute something to the community and provide a review of a London Sarge School(they have just changed their name and their website is here bootcamp I recently attended. Before I signed up I did a search for similar reviews and could find only one so I thought this would be useful. I'm not affiliated in any way with the organisers, PM me if you have any questions. It's a bit long as I got a bit carried away but here goes....

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It was with disbelief that I found myself paying the deposit to Sarge School. 49 quid in advance, 100 on the day. This all started, as it so often does, with 2 factors. The first is being an AFC. The second is reading a book called The Game. I read the book, and though "maybe this can be fixed? What I really need is momentum. I need some training. I need a bootcamp'. After some Googling I found Sarge School's website and it was the only one I could find. I now realise there are a few more out there offering bootcamps in the UK (pua method, love systems, RSD, puatraining, etc).

I got an email after payment giving me an overview of what was upcoming and giving me all the trainers phone numbers incase I had any questions. Nice touch. I did email one of the trainers and asked the classic question "am I too old and fat to do this and will I stand out like a sore thumb?". It took a while for a reply but I got one assuring me all would be ok. A few days before the event another mail arrived with very cloak and dagger instructions about where to meet up.

I was totally caking my pants come Friday night but off I went in my nicest jumper and woman-friendly scarf to the designated rendezvous. After a while I noticed some others loitering with intent and all the students twigged and met up with each other. There were 8 of us total. Er, I think. I think the students can be divided into 2 broad categories. Either a) a bit nerdy and a bit nervous with women but not pathological b) quite jack the lad and wanting to get into PUA to bone lots of hot bitches. Respect. Anyway we all go on ok, were friendly and respectful to each other. I was actually the oldest one there but 2 others were equally as bellyfied and one was ginger, which made me feel loads better (he was a machine, by the way! Major respect). We were met by one of the trainers, Tony T. At first I thought a big issue seller was hassling us. To my shock I realised it was one of the trainers. As a side note, the next day when he turned up in smart clothes and with his body-language and Presence set to 'On' he seemed like a millionaire.

Off to the members club (very nice) and we had about 3 hours of lectures. This covered some really basic stuff and provided an excellent way to learn a lot of material at once. In some ways you're not paying for any "secrets". There's nothing they said that isn't freely available. However what was, in my mind, worth the money, was they said what in their opinion did and did not work, and they stressed the key points. You really were paying your money for those guys to read the dozens of books and summarise it for you. After the lectures the extra wings turned up. They were all friendly, confident guys and they are all "in real life" friends and hang out together. They have a great pack-vibe and a strong sense of brotherhood. Us students were doled out among the wings and off we went. We were going to do "state-building exercises" but Jimmy was hyper that it was too late and we skipped them. I'd have like to have done them as my state was basically a state of crapping my kegs and secondly I wanted to know how I can learn exercises to bring my state up. Never mind no biggie. We all split up. The ratio of students to wings was around 1:1 or even better. At some points I had two wings! They were well assigned as I feel I got on fairly well with them and they realised I was really scared. You've got to remember, in the previous 10 years of my life I had done zero approaches. ZERO. I'd had girlfriends and talked to people by accident, but 'cold approaches'.. ZERO.

It was on. It was going to happen. I was actually going to talk to a female. In a bar. That I didn't know. Oh fuck. We went into a nice bar and they took one look at the crowd with their razor-sharp RAS and were like '2 set over there, 3 set by the bar, 2 set at 9 o'clock, possible 4 set by door'. Holy shit. Well I had the prepared line and I just kept going over and over it. Psyching myself up. One of my wings is an NLP trainer and I think NLP'ed me or mildly hypnotized me because some stuff he said made me feel all weird in a good way. We manoevred into position. My hands were shaking. I opened. A 2 set. Then I realised how beautiful one of the girls was. A 9. I did not get a pint on me. I did not get slapped. I did not get screamed at. I was in disbelief. So I just started blabbing on to them. Fuck all the 'build attraction stuff'.. one bit at a time. I was just trying to survive in there man. Don't make lame jokes. Don't try a Ross Jeffries creepy pattern. Just talk. Well after what seemed about ten minutes the trainers came up and I introduced them and we all had a great chat. This is turning into a blow by blow account rather than a review so I'll start being more concise. The other student with me had pretty much soiled all the sets in the bar so we headed off. He had zero problems approaching but could not hook. I think that was because he had no confidence issues but generally had very little to say, about anything. This was one area where I took sudden heart. Well after the bar we went to a night club in central and I opened 4 more sets. Talked to two French tourists and to my utter disbelief one, who I thought was an 8.5/9, actually seemed to dig me and give me IOI's. I was too chumpy to ask for a phone number or Facebook and just quite while I was ahead. Idiot!

Friday night finished after 12. I was knackered. Exhausted. Bid my wings good night and split. Slept like a baby.

Saturday we met at 11.30 in Covent Garden and went to a nearby location for lectures on day game. We had about 3 hours of lectures. My wing from the night before gave a lecture on self belief and empowerement, and told his own interesting story. He also outlined one of the most powerful visualisation exercises I've ever heard. It actually almost made me cry. After than the day-game guy Krauser's PUA Adventure gave us a lecture on day game. We were all like 'you are kidding? we're go up to girls and say THAT?'. Then we were off! We went to a little alley nearby and had a hilarious 20 minutes practicing on each other, much to the amusement of a WPC who walked past. I personally felt the trainers were gay bitches for not trying to open her as a demonstration. Walking round central london we again split up with a good wing:student ratio and did some day game. To my suprise I found it way harder than night game. It was amazing. Such a rush. And the groups kept running into each other and opening sets together. Me and another student ran up to a 7 set of Japanese tourists and asked them how many marshmallows they could fit in their mouths. Awesome. Some guys got a few numbers. I didn't, didn't ask. COCK! I actually talked to a very pretty and sweet young German student who just totally opened up and seemed so interested in me. I then went up, after almost being threatened with a kicking by wing, to a girl who to me looked like (at first glance) a 17 year old Essex slag. In a way it's good I didn't get a good look cos I would have psyched myself out but when I got close I realised/learned that: she was 26, she was really intelligent, she was a writer/journalist, she was a 10... just unbelievably gorgeous. Like a model. And I hooked... and blabbered on for a while. And when I left I felt like A MILLION DOLLARS and my wing spied on her and said when she met her friend she was grinning from ear to ear.

After day game finished there was about an hour off and we went to meet up in a pub near Borough for lectures starting at 6. This bit of logistics was a bit of a disaster as the pub was miles away, it was shit, it was double booked, etc etc. In the end we actually walked to one of the instructors flat and sat in his front room for the lecture. I dont hold this against them because it wasnt really their fault and Tony T later explained to me that using the 'unconvential' venues is what allows them to make the prices so cheap. Oh... and the prices ARE cheap. Just check out the competition.

Lectures were good. TonyT talked about body language and attraction, poise, mindset. Jimmy talked about building attraction. This stuff was gold-dust and new to me. We were all glued to the set. After that the wings turned up again and at around 9 we were all off again for night-game. By this point I was knackered and my nerves were spent but we went up to a bar in central for the night. The bar was much smaller than the club the night before but it was quite leary and the guys seemed to get a lot of sets in. I just chilled and chatted with TonyT for a while, gleaning some quality feedback from him. Opened a few sets by accident (one girl actually talked to me because she said I had such a startled look on my face!). Then got drawn into a 4 set with the trainers and managed to hook like a motherfucker and talk to some girl for about 30 minutes. However just sank into my old habits of hooking, talking, and creating zero attraction or sexual energy whatsoever. I think we even discussed politics. Jesus. The trainer pushed me for a number close which I didn't really want to do and I got a 'hard' no which really knocked me. However the next day I really thought over it and realised 'all rejection is feedback' and I realised exactly what I'd done wrong, whereas before I would have just thought 'women are bitches'. Anyway, no great loss, she was a bit of a pig.

That was it. Headed off home after midnight on Saturday. Bootcamp over.

All in all I'd say from the 2 days we got about 19 hours of attention. This encompassed about 9 hours of lectures, 6 hrs bar game, 3 hr day game and an hour of pissing round. The wing:student ratio was excellent. The atmosphere was good. The trainers are all mates and created a good camaraderie with us.
The amount of material presented in the lectures was huge. It was worth it alone. Maybe some people might not see the value but to me to have all that material summarised and force-fed into me is priceless.
During game the trainers consistenly pushed us to open sets. Which is what I was paying my money for. My only criticism was that during the bar game on saturday night I think a few of the trainers at some point forgot that they were there to help students open sets, not to open sets themselves. Although this may be purely an illusion as I'm not sure which of the trainers were there 'working' and which had just turned up to see their mates.
A few of the students asked each other if they thought it was expensive. I couldn't believe this. I mean what the F? You've had 19 hours of training for 149 quid? Can you even get a cleaner in London for that? I've spent literally thousands of pounds over my life going out and getting pissed and hoping I'll magically end up pulling, all with no success. Look, even going out with my mates, having some food and getting hammered and getting a cab home is going to cost me 50 quid. So the price of this course has been 3 shit sex-less nights plus monster hangovers. To me this area of my life has always been fucked and my goal was to pay someone to FORCE me to open sets. That happened. I think I opened around 10 sets during the weekend. That alone was worth it. I look at it this way. If this area of my life is not resolved I will turn round in 10 years and be 45, single, no wife, no children, no dog, rich and bitter as fuck and thinking of killing myself or becoming a serial killer to get revenge on women. This area is to me the most important thing in my life. I will throw money at the problem to solve it.

As for criticisms of the weekend then I suppose you could say that the logistics and organisation was a bit haphazard. Sarge School are not a big business thing and are mates. I think maybe they need to structure themselves a bit better and appoint one person in charge and make them the central point of contact and deal with all logistics and communications. To me this wasn't really a big thing though, as the previous review I'd read had said pretty much the same thing. All the students were pretty unhappy about the poor evening venue on Saturday but again as Tony said, if people want better venues e.g. a hotel conference room, then the prices will have to go up. I think the prices actually ARE going to go up by the way!

I'm keen to do the Advanced Bootcamp but need to GET THE FUCK OUT THERE AND GET SOME PRACTICE IN FIRST!!!

Cheers,
J

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So hours of lectures and 10 sets? You could have that for free really. Unimpressed.