LTRs

Are all LTRs supposed to be emotionally draining? A part of me really likes the affection you receive in an LTR, but the PUA part would prefer to have 2-3 casual relationships requiring no real emotional commitment.

That's my inner dilemma: the AFC still wants an LTR, but the PUA wants to become a PUA and eradicate the DavidD "Inner Wuss."

Online Sarging

Why is it that only fat chicks post on Craigslist? Jeepers creepers!

Day Gaming!

I can't emphasize enough how awesome day gaming is vs. night gaming. During the day, women are friendly and open to strange conversation. When you're night gaming in a highly sociable setting like a bar, women have their bitch shields up high and will take total pleasure in knocking you down. So hit the local mall, coffee shops, and book stores this weekend and start opening up every one you see!

This Friday is Indy's birthday party. Valentino and I are going to peacock ourselves out and sarge his own party! His social proof should be through the roof and we're planning to game beforehand to put us into full state. It should be a fun night, but I'll keep you posted.

Right now I'm trying to find a comfortable divide for my time between studying and practicing. You can't just go out and practice non-stop without having studied, but you can't just study all the time and not practice. I'm thinking 30-40% of time should be spent in study while the rest is dedicated to practice. If only I could take the bus to work, I could read a lot on the way. Hmm, not a bad idea...

Comfort with Myself?

It seems to me a lot of the approach anxiety comes from a feeling that I, myself, and umcomfortable with myself. People will say how easy it is to tell when you don't look comfortable "in your own skin" and I agree, and I can tell when I'm not feeling comfortable in my own skin: it happens all the time, especially in crowded bars when I'm forced to run cold approaches.

What causes this? Is it some internal fear of rejection? Or is it something deeper? Maybe some internal hatred or lack of self-love? I'm not sure exactly what causes it, but I am going to fight it as much as I can. I'm watching Deep Inner Gaming all tomorrow with Indy, and then I'll probably read Total Self-Confidence and Feeling Good. I will get to the bottom of this! It's all about the inner gaming, baby.

Target-Rich Environments

Seattle is an unusual city in that there are few attractive, intelligent, and fun women running around. (that tri-force is so hard to get, but oh so worth it) Perhaps the overcast climate forces women to cover up and thus hide from my radar, but I could not confirm my theory until I had a few friends come and visit me. Each one would note that after a few days of going out, they noticed there were very few women out on the town, even on a Thursday or Friday night. In contrast, when I go traveling to San Francisco, New York, DC, or Austin, I find myself swamped in target-rich environments.

So what is a PUA to do? There are really a few plausible options short of joining the priesthood or changing teams and moving to Capitol Hill (gay central in Seattle). You can either find yourself an LTR and take yourself out of the game, you can leave the city entirely, or you can make the best of it by looking harder.

Indy and I are avoiding LTRs at all cost and we can't leave the city for at least six months, so we must move on to option 3. We started day-gaming during our lunch hour and would run off to the nearby mall or college campus to sarge the locals. We found department stores are target-rich at all times, even during a lazy Tuesday noon hour. Community colleges are packed with lower intelligent but higher attractive HBs (since I'm not looking for LTRs, I'm really lowering my standard on intelligence and focusing on my ability to generate attraction and build rapport). And you've always got the option of yoga or pilates classes.

But you want to know the best target-rich environment available, especially in Seattle? Dancing! I went to the Century Ballroom last night with Indy and did an introductory salsa class, and I met some of the most fun, cute, and intelligent girls in the shortest amount of time. Not only can I show off my body (well, it's not amazing yet, but I'm getting there), but approach anxiety completely goes away and I can engage in kino instantly. Some girls were squeezing my biceps and shoulders, and one girl kept squeezing my hands as a direct IOI. Unfortunately the cutest girl of the night did not give me the same IOIs, but Indy is inviting her friend (and hopefully her) to a party next weekend, so I will have a chance to regame her, hopefully with cocky-funny (not sure if I'll be great at Juggler yet).

So I'm signing up for salsa classes very soon and I intend to dance twice per week to get better. Indy and I also noticed how happy and energetic we felt after dancing with girls before we go sarging. We were both charged and in state, ready to open up HBs all over town. So I think I found a great hybrid of improving my dancing skills, meeting young HBs regularly (and a few cougars, to boot), getting some regular cardio to complement my weightlifting, and get myself in state. It was perfect!

You'll be seeing me at Century Ballroom a lot more soon. Hell I'll take classes at other ballrooms just to meet more HBs.

Movie: Just Friends

Our friend from Van Wilder (Ryan Reynolds) returns as another PUA in the movie Just Friends. He starts out as a fat AFC in high school and turns himself into a high-status PUA later in life, making a hell of a bankroll to boot. By fate he returns home for a few days and reunites with the one-itis of his high school days, Jamie. He attempts to woo her with his amazing PU skills but finds that she no longer wants the asshole guys and misses the old AFC. There is a great scene where he actually tells himself before calling her, "You are a big pussy. The biggest pussy in the state. Pussy!" He calls her and acts like a total AFC.

So what happens? He fights for the girl and eventually wins her. This again reminds us that popular media always shows the AFC getting the girl, even though this isn't how the real world works. So sad, but the movie itself was hilarious.

Movie: The Pick-up Artist

We just got a Blockbuster online subscription and one of the first movies I rented was The Pick-up Artist with Molly Ringwald and Robert Downey (not to mention a whole lot of cameo appearances by early 80's stars). For anyone interested in watching this as an instructional film, forget it. The only take away from this film is persistence. The main character, Jack, is a teacher but spends all of his free time attempting to pickup women. He violates some major rules of pickup (he pursues relentlessly, he approaches directly from behind, he uses some really corny pickup lines, and the greatest violation of supplication to gain favor with the girl by winning her $25,000 to pay off a debt), but to his credit his character never gives up and continues to hit on girls until he is blown out of the water or he succeeds.

The film ends as most movies on pickup end: the main character meets his match and turns into an AFC. This happens in about every movie I can remember involving PUAs (The Tao of Steve, Van Wilder, Just Friends), but that's what people really want to see.

I enjoyed watching it but I don't care to watch it again.

Deep Inner Gaming

If you read this whole blog (good luck), you'll know that I had a horrible case of one-itis for the past 6-7 months. One man came to my rescue early on, Indy. He told me about the game and introduced me into the community, starting with Bristol Lair and the book, The Game. My life has not been the same since. No, I am not a PUA yet, but even as an RAFC I feel the difference in my existence. There is hope! There is power! My life is just beginning, not over, as I felt before (how depressing). I'm only 25 and I'm learning a skill that most men could not even imagine acquiring.

Indy got into an LTR about three weeks after he told me about the community, and while she was a great girl, it killed his game. He just got out and we are back! But we're starting from the most inner part of the game, the "inner game." To understand this better, we are regularly watching the David DeAngelo "Deep Inner Gaming" series. Even within the first hour of video, we've already started realizing a lot about ourselves and the way our brains work (for example, I estimated that I personally spend about 90% of my day living in the past or future, not the present, which is why making decisions or learning new things is so incredibly difficult).

We're going to spend an hour per day for the next 90 days reviewing this material so we understand it. I'll publish a full report on the series after we complete and describe if the "Mind OS" system can really make a huge difference in my life.

After Deep Inner Gaming, we're moving on to Cocky Comedy and then to the best outer gaming guru, Mystery. We're hoping to roll with Mystery some weekend in the next few months.

LTR vs. playing

I have a strong internal conflict that is hard to fix. My father, friends, etc. keep telling me that I'm young and I should just be going out and having fun, and when I am out playing and see a pretty, fertile young female, I do want to sleep with her. However, my heart really just wants an LTR so I can come home to someone every night and cuddle up with them. This is painful because these interests collide when it comes to PU. Perhaps I will be able to find MLTRs where I can always have someone to call upon for sex or cuddling and watching movies, but I won't have to worry about the emotional drain that can be a single LTR?

Men have a HUGE Advantage!

I am starting to realize what an enormous advantage I have over women. Young, fertile women seek older, experienced, stable, confident, high-status men. At the same time, high-status men seek young, fertile women. Women are only young and fertile until around age 31-34, after which their levels of attraction start dropping. Men, however, continue to mature and increase attraction indefinitely. So why do I feel the rush to get tied down into a relationship with a woman who's my own age? I'm at a HUGE advantage here because younger, hotter, more fertile women will always want to be with me as I get older, more mature, and more confident (i.e. more attractive).

This takes a huge load off my shoulders.

Older Women?

I was in Queen Anne last night at a bar filled with 30+ year-old women (probably 50% divorced). One HB6 (body HB7) literally says to the girl next to me, "so I'm 34, not married, and all I want to do is find a nice 23 year old boy to fuck me." She then cozies up to me and does the typical female "I'm not going to open you but I'm hoping that you open me" maneuver, where she casually brushes my arm, will respond to conversation, but wants me to make the move. My problem is that it's loud in here with live music and I have 0 game with loud music. So I AFC and only exchange a few words of conversation, even though it's painfully obvious to everyone that she's throwing herself at me.

So I blew it... I had the chance to make a move and get this girl's number and have a solid FB, but I threw it all away. I think I have some really serious inner gaming issues here. Why would I not want to have sex with this attractive woman? I've got to fix this. I definitely want to hit up Paragon again sometime when there isn't live music blasting my eardrums. Having an older single woman on my speed dial could be a lot of fun, and I might learn a whole lot.

Seeing is Believing

I had never seen two of the following:

1. A PUA take an HB7 from a group of 4 AFCs.
2. A short Asian kid #closing that same HB7.

Last night, I saw Passion do them both. I was amazed. Here's the story:

We had a crazy fun night sarging the U. District. Passion showed up and we hit up a few bars using female opinion openers. Then I encourage Passion, who is a 5'5" Asian kid, to open up a 5'9" white girl with a girlfriend-cheating opinion opener. She seems to reluctantly listen to his question, but then he moves onto a Saturday morning cartoon bit followed by some palm reading. He talks with her for probably five minutes and then she ejects. She sits down in a booth with 4 guys (2 on each side) who are obvious AFCs and want to hit on her but don't have a clue what to say. There's one AMOG AFC who continues to talk to her and make her laugh, hoping she will like him. Passion rolls into the set and starts telling them a story, attempting to draw attention away from the girl. Unfortunately, the HB picks up her phone right when he begins to AMOG and doesn't pay attention.

Passion doesn't give up. Ten minutes later he sees the HB talking with the 4 AFCs, all standing up this time, with the same AMOG AFC next to her. We say go and isolate her from the group, but he is reluctant. We keep pushing him and he goes for it. As he's going in, we're placing bets if he will succeed. He rolls in, grabs her by the arm, she says "Oh HI!" with a loud voice. He says, "Hey guys, I've gotta split, but I need to borrow her for a second." He grabs her by the hand, pulls her away, and gets her phone number. The AMOG AFC is literally staring at this entire sequence and is pissed beyond belief that this short Asian kid has just taken away his primary target. I go in to talk to the AFCs and tell the AMOG that I just saved a lot of money by switching to Geico, and he's clearly pissed because he knows I'm in Passion's group and Passion just took the girl he wanted. It was great reading his body language because you could see the desperation in his eyes.

It was amazing to watch. I'm a much firm believer in the female opinion openers. Women LOVE to give advice on anything relating to relationships.

The Rocket Analogy

I see the game of pickup similar to a rocket taking off: it is at rest, doing nothing, like a boring beta male. Then it starts burning an enormous amount of energy but still doesn't go anywhere. Over 50% of its fuel will be burned going from 0 to flying faster than a bullet, at which point it is hurled into the heavens. That's how I view the game I'm playing now. I haven't had any real successes yet, even though I'm trying a lot and still getting nervous regularly when opening up girls. I feel if I could just have 1-3 solid patterns for seduction listed out in my mind, from hello to */f-close, I could really start taking off.

However, for now I'm just that rocket, burning tons of its fuel and trying to take off. Sigh.

Frat Parties are Fun

I went to a frat party the other night after an invite from Asian Jeff from the Seattle Lair. It was a butcher shop, with probably 6 girls for 20 guys. There was a tall HB8 giving me instant IOIs as I entered, but I was AMOG'd by a frat brother. Frat parties can be a lot of fun, but it's difficult stepping on other brothers' shoes when it comes to the targets.

It was a great time and I got to meet some cool guys. Game on!