Great to see you out last night dude. I enjoyed your company. And thanks for pushing me to do that first approach. I was laughing after it. The weirdness of that woman haha. She still kept looking at me after I'd approached and she wasn't receptive...hmm. I think her English wasn't good enough to converse. But it helped unstifle me a lot.

Those girls you opened at the bar, that was crazy but good. The shit tests were unbelievable. One of them turned your name into "cunt" (you're names nothing near that). Then the sexy blonde one said to her friend, yeah I like cunt. So I made good eye contact with her and said "so do I".

You cracked up laughing when you heard what I said and I felt my state crank up a few notches. Self amusement man. We turned their shit tests into our own entertainment. It was like you said, a FUNNY night. There were loads of moments like that. No outcomes in mind at all. This is the way it should be.

Hmm...so it's been a while since I last posted. There have been small steps forward in the last couple of months, and I have to admit that 'game' has become less of a priority recently. However this hasn't stopped me from getting laid, haha.

One thing I have definitely noticed is a change in mentality when out, mainly centred around need. I haven't watched any RSD videos for a while, but the last one I saw from Tyler was one about neediness - I have to say it really hammered home the idea of not needing anything from people. The other week I went out by myself, and just danced most of the night even when no-one else was; I didn't really care, I just thought 'either people can join me or they can just stand there trying to look cool'.

Saturday I was out, and pulled. This is what happened:
- I had just been blown out by one of the hottest girls in the club, quite harshly as well. I just laughed it off, and kinda rolled straight into the next girl (or woman in this case).
- I can't remember the opener - these days I just open with whatever comes out of my mouth;
- Whilst talking to her I maintained eye contact at the right moments, enough for her to know this wasn't a friend-to-friend conversation;
- I then left her, can't remember why, but a while later saw her again as we were leaving the club to go to another club. She was with another friend, who got a taxi home leaving her by herself. So she ended up walking to the next club with me.
- When we got into the club, she said she was going to the toilet. I waited for a bit, then went off to find my friends again.
- 45 mins later I see her again, she asks why I didn't wait for her, I said she could have looked for me, she says she saw me dancing but didn't want to disturb me. At this point, all I had to do was to not fuck it up.
- After a while sitting down, dancing and chatting, I tell her I'm going home. Luckily my hotel is across the street from the club. We get outside, stop, chat for a bit, then I say 'my hotel is just here, let's go'. And that was it.

Recently I just feel like I give less of a fuck, but at the same time I know I am selling myself short when it comes to the quality of women I am pulling. So from reading this, I guess I need to be pushing the boat out a bit more. I feel that I am slowly, but surely, getting my shit together - going to the gym more regularly, having a concrete plan for the next 3-4 years. I lack a willingness to settle, so it means that any woman coming into my life needs to be offering something a bit more than just sex. The next few months are going to be interesting.

A slightly late summary of my Easter Weekend exploits.

Thursday night
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Head to a bar in the City to meet some friends. Many attractive women, and the bar is lively. All but one of my friends is either married or in a relationship; the one who isn't has just come out of a long-term relationship. It's all good, lots of banter, drink flowing, everyone having a good time.

A few of them sit down in the restaurant bit to have a meal, I go to join but it's too late to order food. I get a bit bored and notice 3 girls to the left of me have just finished, one has a massive salad bowl so the opener...'did you enjoy that big bowl of salad?'

End up bantering with all of them, one is trying to bust my balls but I keep throwing the tests back in her face. After a while though, my friends start trying to fuck it up by being obnoxious, even though I was trying to bring them into the conversation!

After a while we move to another part of the bar, I'm in a nice flow now and just opening. Sometimes the stuff that girls come out with is so utterly retarded; one tells me she has a boyfriend, but likes to go out and 'flirt with another men' - upon hearing this I laugh in her face.

The bar closes and we head to Shoreditch, but at this point the alcohol is starting to take over. In the bar we end up in I still manage to open and conversate, but the aim is slightly off. Eventually it's time to make the long journey back to South London; overall, a decent night out.

Saturday
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All day drinking eventually leads to Infernos in the evening. This venue is tough; the classic meat market, with pretentious girls and douchebag guys. It is all about volume in this place; even the photographer tells me that in order to pull you must open at least 90% of the women. The night here finishes with a fat girl telling me to 'run along to my friends'.

Sunday night
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Out in my local area with a couple of friends, and we head to a old skool garage night. Again I am the only single member of the group; we are all having a great time, later on in the night I feel the urge to chat some of the ladies walking around the venue.

I do what has been my worst pickup for a long time, and it needs some analysis:
1) She is taller than me; normally I don't have a problem with this, but
2) I 'hover' for a long time on the dancefloor near her - hesistancy puts you in your head;
3) Finally I decide to open with probably the worst opening line I have delivered for a while - 'You may not want to talk to me, but I'm gonna introduce myself anyway'

The funny thing is, as soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had put the proverbial gun to my head. And fired. A slight positive was that I didn't get 100% airtime - she did humour the little man for about a minute or so before the heat got too much.

Could I have turned it around? Maybe. But I left the club pretty annoyed...hesistancy is fatal.

The whole weekend got me thinking about the idea of regularly going to a 'tough' venue. In London, there are several of these to be found. It is almost like going to the gym, except you are building the emotional muscles, building indifference, letting go of outcome, building momentum. It is another road that can be travelled in the quest for higher-quality women.

In summary - failure highlights what still needs to be learnt.

Friday and Saturday was the first time in a long time that I've been out both nights. This is my anti-thesis to all the keyboard jockey nonsense I've read over the last few months, best summarised by this clip:



I just went out and enjoyed myself. Talked to lots of people. Talked to girls. There is rust that will only go away by going out more, but came out of this weekend with one number. That is one more than if I had just stayed at home.
Stay tuned for more FRs.

It has been a while since I last posted...so this is what has been going on.

Leadership. In the last few months I have realised there isn't an 'ideal' moment where leadership is bestowed upon you. There have been a few situations where I have had to take charge, because no one else was willing. It was new ground for me as I was always used to having someone superior steadying the ship...but the experience has led to a new job (with higher salary and more responsibility) that I start in September.

Living at home. I moved back to my mum's last summer in order to save some money, as the overheads at the flat I was renting became unsustainable. This has virtually killed my love life. On the other hand, women have been quite far down on my priority list so it hasn't been that much of a loss. Nevertheless, there have been a few dating encounters.

Tinder Girl (can't remember her name) - I was able to get a couple of dates after continuously swiping right for about 20 minutes. We went out twice, she was attractive, but didn't tend to open up until she got drunk. Never a good sign.

Jasmin (from work) - This one was a bit crazy. At Xmas she was at the work do, previously we had exchanged small talk a couple of times but there was a little spark. She left early from the work do, I didn't see her, so I told her friend that I liked her. Friend said that Jasmin also liked me. Great! So I took Jasmin's number from her friend. Turned out that Jasmin was one of the flakiest girls I have met for a while. We arranged to go out 3 times, she flaked (at the very last minute) 3 times. So eventually I left it.
In March, Jasmin unexpectedly turns up at the pub where some of us from work are having Friday drinks. She tells me that she has been out on a date with a colleague from work that I know well. She then proceeds to act, in the words of her best friend, 'like a bitch' towards me for the rest of the night. Later on, as I am leaving, some guy from work is trying to take her home. At this point I say bye, she merely laughs.
The next day I get a text from Jasmin saying that she is sorry, I ignore it. She then texts again a few hours later. Again, I ignore it. I reply the next day saying that if she wanted to put me off her, she did an excellent job. She becomes more apologetic after this.
Coincidentally, I see her at work on the Monday and she cannot even look me in the eye.
A week later, she asks if I am still angry with her. I reply saying no, that I has accepted her apology and considered the matter closed. She continues to text me. She then sends an 'embarrassing' photo of herself (one in which the light makes it look like she is wearing no knickers) and says that we are now even. I am still somewhat indifferent to her.
A few weeks later (in April) I ask her out on a date again and she accepts. In the end we went out twice, but all she did was talk about her dramas. In addition to this, a lot of the time it felt like an argument instead of a conversation, like one long shit test. Immediately that is a red flag. And so whatever there was petered out.

Corinne (from work) - I met her in March at a leaving do for a colleague. We got along quite well, and her friend (and boyfriend) left us alone in the bar later that evening. Always a good sign. I say that I am going to the seaside later in the week (which I was) and that she should join me. She seems hesitant, I give her my number.
Later on (after about a month, ha) it is apparent that she is not going to call. I happen to see Corinne's friend at work one day, and tell her that I want to ask her out. This time she gives me Corrine's number, and mildly berates me for not taking it the first time I met her. I text Corinne, and she tells me that she is glad that I contacted her.
We have been out a few times, nothing has happened as of yet but she seems different to other girls. Quite a lot of the time we have simply walked and talked, which has made a change from being sat in a bar. Hopefully I'll be meeting up with her next week, as she's been a bit busy with work.

Kim (from work) - seems to be a running pattern with people from work (only in the last year strangely enough, but I've been there 5 years)...we haven't been out on any dates, but I know she likes me - at the Xmas dinner she gave me a full-on (and unexpected) kiss on the lips when she was leaving. That didn't really bother me and it was never mentioned...until another work drinks do in May.
She turned up a bit later, having been drinking at home with a couple of other people. Eventually me and her end up side by side and she starts talking...when me and her have talked before one-on-one the conversations have been fairly short. Kim says that I am 'mysterious' and 'she doesn't really know me', but I 'look at her in a way'. This I admit (which I didn't say to her) is true...sometimes I look at her a little too long when we are talking, going from the 'friend' look to the 'fuck' look.
During our conversation she opens up to me, talks a bit about her life, and discreetly infers that I will be going home with her. This is confirmed when I overhear one of her friends saying that she likes me. In addition to this, she tells me that her daughter is staying somewhere else for the night. However I cannot go home with her (simply because I didn't want to) so I make a quick exit.

Regularly hitting the gym. I have been going on and off for the last 6 months, so at the beginning of June I told myself I would go every day. I haven't, but the shift in mentality has greatly helped. I now go at least 4 times a week, and feel much better for it.

On the other hand, the last time I had sex was over a year ago. I put this down to a combination of factors - women being less of a priority in my life right now, living at home, having a shit car that I don't want to bang girls in. Strangely, I fell quite indifferent to my dry spell as I know it won't last forever (it may end sooner than I think...that is the nature of the Game). There will be a time when I get back on it, but just not now.

Writing this has felt liberating. And made me realise that even though it might not seem like it, I am making progress. Hopefully there won't be another massive gap between this point and the next one!