Posting an FR as I’ve been f**cking around trying to sort out my game for a few months now. It’s been slow progress – but it started working well on the weekend.

(a bit of background, I used to have a solid approach a few years ago but lost it due to relationships and meeting girls online habit, and I’ve been working hard to get my game back – and thanks to the guys on here for helping me with it. Back then I used to use a lot of canned stuff. The canned stuff is easy to forget and a bit like drilling for oil with a corkscrew, so I’ve been working on inner Sweden recently )

THE ACTION

Friday night I was out at a club with some friends, most of them married or in ltr’s and we were just out to get smashed and rock out, girls weren’t top of the agenda. I think that’s why we were getting a lot of attention.

Anyway I have 6 shots lined up in front of me at the bar which I’m about to pay for, when I notice 5ft 9” hotness with a killer physique and black mini-dress standing next to me.

SWEDEN: (Pointing at my row of shots) Hey, this is your round! (variation on some canned stuff from DDA)

She doesn't respond, nothing, acts like I'm not there, just blanks me out through her nuclear-proof bitch-shield. A few weeks ago I would have sloped off at that point, but instead fired back my next salvo...

SWEDEN: OK, if u won’t buy them you can at least be my slave-bitch and help carry them to my friends.

HB cracks a smile and her bitch-shield instantly de-activates

HER: But it’s hard, I have to carry these tequilas too.

SWEDEN: So you can’t even be good slave-bitch, what are you good at?

HER: I can be a good slave-bitch

SWEDEN: OK, let’s drink your tequilas and see how good a slave-bitch you are


Tall Brunette carries the shots to my friends, who are grinning at my tidy work as she hands them their drinks and informs them that she’s my slave-bitch.

So I go about talking to her, dancing and trying to close. It was going OK but I could see her slipping from the putty-in-my-hands status I had her in earlier, esp as she was with a bunch of friends in various stages of cock-blocking me. One self-styled amog guy in tight top etc looked pretty pissed off and walks up and starts whispering in her ear whilst we’re dancing. I pulled her away to dance and asked “Is that your gay friend”. She laughed and basically said he was just some guy who’d been trying to fuck her for ages. I took that as a sign that we were ON.

We carried on dancing, and I’m thinking about how to move in for the kiss. But in my head I had moved from not giving a fuck/nothing to lose - to really giving a fuck as she was very hot and I didn’t want to blow it.

Luckily my mate pitches up in front of us with his camera, about to take a photo of us and he pulls our heads together going “KISS HER!”. The camera kiss-close worked well! And we carry on dancing/kissing for a while.

There were further cock-blocking efforts from her friends and random drunk dudes, and at this point I think I should have got her number and moved on, as there were so many distractions, and it was quite early (about midnight).

But I went to the bar to have drink with my friends, whilst she talked to hers, intending to get back her in a bit. At which point I saw a cute blonde with great boobs standing next to us at the bar. I can’t remember how I tried to open her but again I was getting fully blanked, as she demonstrated the awesome power of her impervious bitch-shield. This time I just kept on talking, and she kept on blanking me, whilst i did a full on Plow, Larry David style:

http://www.puaforum.co.uk/seduction-...html#post40335

(thanks Craigus, LD is a legend)

Eventually she cracked and shouted at me ‘Who the fuck are you talking too?’ I correctly read this as a veiled IOI – I was in. A few shots later we’re kissing and tall brunette is forgotten (but I really regretted not getting her number though).

Blonde comes back to my hotel for drinks with her friend and my mate, at 3am. They have to leave at 4am, but before she leaves blonde promises that I can have her if I wait until the next night when she has her whole flat to herself. I went round to her flat the next night. Boom.


If I had to pinpoint what worked:

a) A whole bunch of not-giving-a-fuck. Whenever i started worrying about the outcome (e.g. how to kiss close the brunette) she smelled my hesitance and started playing harder to get. It took my mate to turn up and shout ‘Kiss her!’ to salvage the situation. I had for some reason forgotten that she had asked to be my slave-bitch.

b) In the club we weren’t standing around looking for girls, like the shark-chumps. Our group was clearly not depending on girls for a good night.