More day game today. Met Mick on my lunch hour, and we circled around town, opened a couple of sets each. It has felt much better this week, much fresher and easier to open the sets around me.

I opened three sets using canned material. The first two were odd, because both of them responded with the same question: "Is this a joke?". Strange... The third set, four young Irish girls, went very well. Mick came into this set with me, and we sparred with the girls a little. A few shit tests which I fended off. The girls finished asking where the Albert Dock is. I said 'Its right over there - see that massive sign that says 'Albert Dock' on it? That's sort of a clue'.

The girls said they were going off on the duck boat tour thing that they do in Liverpool. I said I hoped they had a good time... Although later, I said to Mick how this was an obvious instant date opportunity. I couldn't have gone through with it as I had like 20 minutes left on my lunch hour. But for future reference, that'd have been fun.

Then, the big success. Mick wanted to try a direct approach. So he did. Then it was my turn (I'm not gonna let anyone outdo me!!!). After a few failed attempts to approach, I spotted a slim blonde coming the other way.

I sucked in my AA... Took a deep breath... And said 'Hey... I just had to stop you, and tell you, but you're the most gorgeous girl I've seen all day!'. She smiled and said thanks, and I walked off - heart racing, but God it felt good!

Another few weights lifted... Another successful PUA gym session!

Onward...

Direct approach, nice one mate.

Nice one CO. I guess the girls may have thought the canned stuff was a joke because it is rehersed (like a joke).

Anyhow, good work on the direct approach!

I'll keep this one brief. The tiniest of tiny baby steps last night, which is progress.

Was out with my non-PUA mates last night. I've had a problem in the last few weeks with this group of friends. They don't approach girls, have major oneitis issues, and are belittling of my mission to talk to more women I don't know. This has meant, in previous weeks, when I've been out with them I haven't opened any sets myself, possibly partly through fear of what my mates would say.

Last night we were out in town. After a night of getting frustrated (and lacking the bollocks to take action), I finally made a move. I was speaking to one of my housemates, a decent lad. He was complaining that we were just standing in this bar, not talking to anyone. I turned and saw two girls behind me, HB7s.

'You mean talking to girls like them?' I asked. He said yep. 'Ok, lets ask them about custard.'

I turn, choke down my AA (which I still get), and open the set. Good body language, hands expressive, and although I was pretty drunk I thought I explained myself pretty well. It turned out these girls were French, and I had a little banter with them about this.

I turned to bring my mate into the set, but he hadn't followed me in. He'd snuck back into the group of lads we were out with, to watch from the safety of the pack. Fine, but after a few minutes chatting to these girls, one of them said 'I have to go pee' and took the other one with her. It wasn't exactly the best pick up ever - I was drunk and talking shit.

So the girls leave. And what's the first thing that happens? My other mate - who has also been watching the interaction (and who has been most vocal in his mocking of me), comes over and takes the piss, waving two fingers in my face and laughing. But I grinned back, and said 'Fuck me that was fun' - because it was! I got that tremendous fucking rush that comes from opening a set, from talking, even if its shit conversation.

'Why are you so happy?' he asked (literally he asked that, in those exact words! What a twat!). I just told him the truth: 'Because I spoke to girls I've never met before. That's progress - and that was actually really good fun!'

I told him, if he thought it was that easy, that it was his turn to go and speak to someone. But he declined. Fuckin chump.

So, as I said at the beginning, that was a tiny little baby step last night. But that is still progress. I only opened that set. But opening a set with my non-PUA friends around is an important chunk of progress in itself. Little piece by little piece, this jigsaw is fitting into place.

Probs out again tonight. So, lets go!

This is gonna be fuckin brilliant...

I'm not even going to bother keeping this short. This is my first ever field report which includes number and kiss closes. And by God, I'm going to enjoy writing this!

Went out tonight with Mick, a wing from Liverpool. We had decided to not touch a drop of alcohol, and to just game. We've done day game, with progressing results. Tonight was our first night out doing night game. And the level of success I had was just phenomenal - at least, it is compared to what I've had in the past.

We started with a few canned approaches to warm ourselves up. Very simply, opening girls with the standard opener about custard. The first bar we hit was La'Go. Decent in there, Mick opened a set, and then I did another, four girls by the bar. Just opening and then ejecting. That went fine.

We left La'Go. As we did, I spotted a two set standing there having a fag, one HB9.5 (this girl was fuckin smokin!), and another girl who turned out to be her sister. So I opened them, again, custard opener. Mick came in and dutifully winged the sister, and I isolated the HB9.5. We joked about custard for a short time, before conversation just rolled on. She told me stories about how she once had her drink spiked, and we had a really fun conversation, the contents of which now escape my memory.

Now, I didn't use any routine beyond the opener. However, I did apply one or two principles of game. The first was kino. I was very quick to touch her arm, and actually found she returned the kino. There were probably all sorts of IOIs, but I can't be arsed watching out for them.

Next thing she gets a ciggie out, and asks if I have a light. I didn't. She spots a group of 4 lads standing to our right.

HB9.5: They're smoking, go and see if they've got a light for me.

CO: No! If you haven't got the balls to ask them for a light, you don't deserve a light.

HB: Oh pleeeeeeease!

CO: Ok, come with me...

I put my arm around her, and lead her up to the lads.

CO: Guys, this is Hannah. She was too scared to come and ask for a light herself, so I've had to bring her over.

One of the guys offered her a light. But, I wasn't about to step back. I struck up conversation with one of the guys. We chatted almost as if the HB wasn't there. After 30 seconds, she turned to me and asked me something, interrupting my conversation. But I flashed her a glance, as if to say 'Don't interrupt me, I'm talking to my buddy', and then turned back to the guy and carried on talking about his course. After another 30 seconds, I returned to her, and we carried on chatting.

It was just so fucking flirty, and it was so easy to do. After a good ten minutes of chat, I decided it was time to go - Mick had done his duty winging the ugly sister, and I didn't want to hold his evening up.

CO: Well its been lovely talking to you, I've gotta get off now, we're gonna go find somewhere with some cool people in it.

HB: Oi!! Ok, well, I guess I'll see you around?

CO: Definitely - here's my phone, put your number in it.

And, I number closed her. I number closed the hottest, hottest, hottest girl I've ever number closed. I didn't use a shred of routine after a canned opener, and simply applied some very simple principles of PUArtistry. Before I left, I got a kiss on the cheek, and have her a massive hug. She said I was the nicest guy she'd met for ages.

Looking back, I wish to fuck I'd have gone for a K-close. We were all over each other, the flirtiest I've ever been with a girl. It wouldn't even have been difficult, after the cheek kiss, to turn to her and go: 'Ok, now give me a propper kiss.'

FUCK I wish I'd gone for it. But a number is good enough, and far outstrips anything I've ever done. Mick and I walked off. As I turned the corner, I got my phone out, and texted her a text I've seen on Kowalski's text messages thread: 'Hey, who was that really good looking guy you've just been talking too? He was well cool!' She replied with a giddy text. Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

The night from there was ups and downs. We were opening girls absolutely everywhere, especially just out in the street, not necessarily in bars. Some went ok, some walked on. The opener was always the same: The custard opener. Moving on from this is something I want to do on my next sarge.

After a while getting annoyed at being rained on, we headed into Heebie Jeebies. We walked around upstairs. On Mick's prompt, I opened a girl walking past just by going 'Hey, high five!'. She looked at me startled, then grinned and gave me a massive high five. Why was this so easy to do? Why have I spent all my life unable to talk to girls, when it really is this easy to talk to them? A problem with having a successful night with PUA is that you realise just what a complete tit you've been all these years, sat there with your mates going 'Shes fit... and that one... and that one... shall we go home soon?'

Anyway, we're in Heebies. Mick opens a three set, and quickly isolates his target. I went in with the other two, and got isolated with one of them. HB6, not too hot if I'm honest. But by now I was buzzing. In state. In the zone. Whatever you want to call it. There was a girl by us pulling some amazing dance moves. We tried a few of our own - doing that one where you hold hands, pull apart, and then have a wave going from one side of you to the other, if you see what I mean?

I did all the same stuff as before, and again, went very kino, very early. In the past, I've not liked going kino with a girl. Its always been 'Well, that's kinda seedy, and she doesn't want her personal space invading.'

But you know something? Fuck, it works wonders. I found the more I went kino with this girl, the more she reciprocated. We flirted and joked more. I decided to push for a kiss close. The reason for this was very simple: my last kiss was 4 months ago, and was with a massive hippo of a girl, HB2 (and you wonder why the fuck I got back into the game?!). That was my only proper kiss since splitting up with my ex at the end of September.

Ok, so an HB6 wasn't spectacular. But it would be some very important steps in the right direction.

We hit a moment in conversation, after 10 minutes of outrageously flirty behaviour and me escalating very quickly, where we just stopped talking. Here, I applied one final PUA technique. I looked at her left eye... then her right eye... Then down to her lips... A slight smile... And I leant in and kissed her.

Fuck - its that easy. Its that simple. Its that easy and that simple to do. For the last four months, I've been going out with my friends, and I've been thoroughly frustrated. That was so, so, so, so, so EASY!

We kissed for only a minute or so, before I pulled back. Mick had abandoned his own set after she turned out to be among the more boring women on the planet, and I didn't want to hang around too long. So we left - with me number closing her on the way (just for good measure - I have no plans to contact this girl tomorrow).

We called it a night there. We must have opened 20-25 sets between us tonight. It had been exhilarating. You know that buzz you get when you talk to a girl? Any girl? That amazing sense that its just the best thing in the world? I could feel it pulsing through my veins with every single beat. It was glorious. I felt glorious. I felt like I could have opened any girl, anywhere, easily.

We walked off towards the car. As we did, we spotted a four set falling out of a club. The one at the back was gorgeous - HB9. As she walked, I put my arm around her. 'Hey. You know, you're just the most beautiful girl I've seen all night'. She said thanks. 'Don't mention it'... And we walked off. I had wanted to try a direct approach. Frankly, the state I was in, I could have opened any girl in the world, with any line, and not gave a shit about the outcome.

Its been the most incredible night. For 6 weeks, I've been back into learning the game. I've read books and articles, I've made 100 posts on this forum trying to work it out, I've listened to hours of Tyler Durden, I've been out and day gamed a dozen times, I must have opened 50 women at various points. Tonight is what it has all been building up to. And God it feels good to be there.

Thoughts from tonight, and action points for the next step:

1. I need to get away from the Custard opener. Its become a comfort zone. Now it does kick off conversation with girls, after which I use no more routine whatsoever. But, I need to be more imaginative than this.
2. Kino is a huge part of the game, which I've only appreciated for the first time tonight. Go kino as early as you can, and escalate as quickly as you can. Breaking that physical barrier is one of the single most important things you can do.
3. Routine is bollocks. Absolute, pure, utter, bollocks. Tonight, I didn't neg once. Ok, I took the piss out of girls. I've always done that. But I didn't think 'I must now neg'. Similarly, I didn't consciously DHV, or consciously qualify or disqualify or any of that garbage. My pick ups tonight were based on a single canned opener to wedge myself into the set, and then simply application of broad principles. Yesterday, I watched the documentary with Wayne Elise (Juggler) in. Wayne's style is direct. It was applying his principles that got me success tonight.
4. A good wing is vastly important. Mick was an excellent wing tonight, and I hope he got as much from sarging with me as I got from sarging with him.
5. This shit isn't rocket science.

I'll finish this entry there. Tomorrow I've got to drive to Nottingham for a meeting with my PhD tutors. You know, spend some time doing all that other stuff I've got in my life.

But I'll never forget tonight. As long as I live, tonight will stand out as a shining example of me taking action.

Tonight, for the first time ever, I was a Pick Up Artist!

I love you all. Very, very much!

COxx


......................Ps, erm, what the fuck do I text this HB9.5???? :D

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Puntastic.


Nice work man, well gd results.

dude your becoming a natural!

love the usage of custard!!! i mean, yes it is canned (which you acknowledged) but it is a great conversaiton-starter, and if aftetr that you revert to natural chit-chat, it is great, absolutely fantastic!

Loved the Command you had, getting the HB9, bringing her over to the lads, taking real ownership, she must have been thinking "this is the guy that girls want to do business with!" ... lol

the immediate number-close was proof of that!

Respect!

Picard!

This is great stuff mate! All of it is, but the bit that made me smile was how you handled the girl trying to get you to get her a light. The kino sounds like a new thing for you too. Well done all round. :)

Angry. Angry angry angry angry angry.

For the last few weeks I've been learning the basic principles of direct game. I've learned that some of the most important principles you can apply involve assigning yourself a higher value than any female you interact with, leading, and taking what you want. Tonight I went on a date with the HB9.5 from the FR above. Sadly, tonight, I failed to apply any of the principles above.

This field report actually starts yesterday. I also met up with the HB6 from the FR above. My reasons for this were, simply, that I am keen to spend as much time around girls as possible at the moment. Its all practice and experience. The date yesterday was a storming success. She arrived, and I hugged her, very OTT. Immediately I led - her arm went straight into mine, with me putting it there, and we went for coffee. Kino was there in abundance. We went for a walk around the Liverpool Tate art gallery, and joked about the sculptures in there. All the time, she was on my arm, or holding my hand. We left the gallery, and went for a walk along the riverside. Half way down, I stopped, and kissed her. It was straight forward. We then went to a tea shop for a cup of tea on my suggestion (phrased as 'Lets go and drink weird tea and act like we think its delicious when really neither of us can stand it' rather than 'Do you want to go for a cup of tea?). We spent an hour and a half in there, and much of it kissing more. Finally, I drove her home. Outside her house, we kissed again, in the car. As we did, I pulled her over onto my lap. She straddled me in the driver's seat as we kissed very passionately, lots of groping. I invited her back to mine, but she declined. Far enough perhaps.

But the whole of yesterday's date was a perfect, precise application of those basic PUA principles. Confidence, dominance, assigning yourself higher value, not letting yourself work for her affection, leading, taking what I wanted, when I wanted, and ploughing through bucket loads of kino.

Tonight, sadly, with the HB9.5, was very different.

Now there is a proviso here: last week, I K-closed the HB6. I only N-closed the HB9.5. So there is a potential footnote to say that myself and the HB6 were already at a head start.

However, that is no excuse for what was, frankly, a fucking dismal performance from myself. Conversation flowed. I went out with Kowalski's words ringing in my ears: 'Say anything'. And I did, and she laughed. No routine anywhere - that stuff isn't for me. The HB9.5 laughed like a drain, and at times I even felt like she was really trying to laugh to impress me. At this point, she still had me firmly in the frame I left her in last week - confident and leading and dominant.

We had a drink first. I found it difficult to go kino as we did, but I didn't mind as much. We got outside to walk down to the cinema. My plan was, as we did, to link arms with her as I did with the HB6. But it didn't happen. She took out a cigarette and for the first half of the walk was trying to light it. Then for the second half she was smoking it, and carrying her bag with the other hand. No kino.

Then, the horror story: the cinema. This is an arty farty cinema (FACT in Liverpool, for those who know it. The film we were watching wasA Prophet - same director as The Beat That My Heart Skipped, but not nearly as good and about 40 minutes too long), and we were in the room that has sofas instead of seats. So, we sit on a sofa. Next to each other. And then for the whole, excruciating 2 and a half hours of film, we weren't a couple on a date. We were two people sat on a sofa watching a film. I told myself to just take her hand. But I didn't. I told myself to put my arm around her. But I didn't. I didn't have the guts. And instead we just sat there, 6 centimetres separating us which might as well have been 60 feet.

As this happened, the attraction washed away. I could feel it draining through the sofa and onto the floor around my feet. I was no longer the dynamic, decisive, bold, leading man who had absolutely swept her away in a whirlwind 15 minute pick up last week. Instead I was now this shy, nervous, tip-toeing excuse for a man, worried about what might go wrong if he took action.

The film finished. We headed outside. I could feel it going wrong. We decided to head back to my place for a cup of popcorn tea. As we did, I tried to grab that leading frame back. She said she was cold, so I pulled her arm into my arm, and stuffed her hand into my pocket with mine. We got to the car. I guess that was the moment I should have said to her 'Come here... No, a bit closer...' and then leant in and kissed her. But I didn't. We finished sharing a cigarette, and then got in.

As we drove, she suggested we go to hers instead. Fine by me. So we got to her flat. Once inside, we chatted away for ages. I found it just as easy speaking to the HB9.5 as I did with the HB6 - and myself and the HB6 have much more in common. But I still couldn't escalate. We sat at her dinner table, and drank tea. I was trying to open my body a little to her in the hope that she'd respond. But she didn't. The more time went on, the more closed off her body language became.

At one point she took me to her mate's bedroom to show me some photographs. Here, I went kino again with my hand on her back (which was feeling increasingly unnatural) and tried to position myself in front of her where we would be able to chat then kiss. But she quickly moved aside. Looking back, by now, she had made her mind up, and was swerving opportunities to kiss.

Finally it was time for me to go home (about an hour ago), when she said 'Well, you've got work tomorrow, I don't want to keep you too long'. I pulled my coat and scarf on. We walked to the door. We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek. I stepped back. We said good night. And stupidly, I leant back in for a final peck on the lips before leaving.

This was the worst possible thing I could have done. There might as well have been a huge, bright green neon sign flashing above my head which said "WE HAVEN'T KISSED TONIGHT EVEN THOUGH WE BOTH PROBABLY WANTED TOO."

And that's that. The end of a hopeless example of how not to act on a date.

Analysis

I have the luxury of two dates with different levels of girls to provide an insight into a major part of my game which needs addressing and handling very quickly: value.

Now, I'm not talking about DHV. That's different. I'm talking about how I assign levels of value to girls, and also to myself. This is a fundamental principle of male-female relationships. And it is clearly a major flaw in my game.

With the HB6, I was clear about the value hierarchy. I felt as if I was out of her league. I felt as if she would actually be delighted to be on a date with me (seriously, I'll honestly admit that. I feel as if the HB6 has done well with me). And as such, I didn't really have anything to fear. Frankly, I could have said or done near enough anything yesterday, and nothing untoward would have happened, such was my value dominance over the girl.

Tonight, that situation was turned right on its head. I found myself saying to friends how the HB9.5 was out of my league. I had myself beat before I even turned up tonight. She was amazing. She was incredible. She was unbefuckinglievable. I kept my best clothes clean for tonight, I had a shower when I got in where I washed myself twice over instead of the usual once, I did my hair perfectly... She didn't have to do anything tonight. The deal was sealed. I felt as if I had to win her.

Put simply, I awarded her a superior value to myself, which I felt meant I couldn't act through my own intentions. I didn't want to take her hand in case she didn't like me, or thought it was weird, or whatever else.

This is a major sticking point in my game. I feel intimidated by beautiful girls. All my life, I've watched the most beautiful women walk by and felt as if they don't take any notice of me. They've been on a higher plane than me. You know, I've even felt in the past like they're a different species to me. I always used to avoid talking to the really beautiful girls in Uni halls, because I couldn't possibly understand them. As such I've tended to wind up with girls way beneath my level, and who I know I can do better than.

All of that came to the surface again tonight. Honestly - really honestly - I felt silly talking about the stuff I did (which was 100% stuff I wanted to talk about, I was authentic as fuck). I thought how she must have these really great guys chasing her all the time, the chiselled ones who go snow boarding and ski jumping and rock climbing and deep sea diving. What could she possibly want with a normal guy like me?

I need to conquer that fear. That's a big thing.

Positives

There have been some positives from tonight, none the less. I found that conversationally, I was on top form. Even after a long 10 hour day of work, I gabbed like a lunatic. I really can talk for England when I get going, and it was lovely to just let that release without really caring whether she liked it or not. As contradictory as that sounds, given what I've just been saying about value, I didn't feel like I cared what she thought about what I said. And it was the same yesterday. I felt that the conversations I had, both yesterday and tonight, have been at times dazzling. Really, I am very happy with them.

I've also been on 2 dates. And that's progress - 2 weeks ago, I was getting angry at not closing. Now I've closed, I'm getting angry at myself for having shit dates. Soon, I'll be getting angry at myself for not F-closing, or F-F-closing, or F-F-F-closing, or whatever else. I'm relentless on myself when it comes to self improvement. But even so, I should acknowledge that 2 dates is good progress.

And, of course, there is the point to make that an HB9.5 wanted to go on a date with me. And regardless of the positives and negatives of the night, that in itself is groundbreaking. However, its clear there are still some very lumpy bits to iron out.

This is still going to take a very long time to get right. I guess so far so good - but with every success you have, like last week when I closed for the first time, it opens up a whole new arena to succeed in. They say PUA is like a giant computer game. It actually is: you finally complete level 6 after months of trying to work it out and getting angry and frustrated, but then you don't revel in any particular pleasure, but get straight into level 7, and get frustrated all over again.

Anyway, that's that for now. I'm up for work in less than 5 hours. Meeting Flickster on my lunch hour tomorrow for some day game. No time to stop now...

Man,
It's good you're getting day 2's. More than I'm getting! However, why choose the Cinema? That is the last type of venue I would choose for a day 2! Very bad idea! It's better to just share a drink in a pub! Do something where you're both actively interacting, so you can share a range of experiences together!